Hello good readers! This is my first Twilight/Harry Potter story, and I am very please to announce that. I have read almost all stories in this category, but some of them just don't quite do it for me. Hopefully, you will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you, and please, feedback is greatly appreciated. Quick note, this is major AU from the HP universe, so be prepared. - whenimdeadillrest

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight, or the names, events, and places associated with them. They belong to Stephenie Meyer and J.K. Rowling, prospectively.

"Do not go gently into that good night." - (Dylan Thomas)

It was cold.

The sheer-white blackness seemed to stretch on forever, not once giving pause to a moment in need. The chilling wind furiously blew about, knocking him over and over and over. But still, he walked. And wandered. And questioned his very own existence on the empty plane. Some steps he forgot why he was even still making his journey (what journey?) when he would hear a piercing wail cut through the silence, abruptly reminding him of his purpose.

Looking behind him, he saw the Darkness looming over the horizon- brewing like a storm, its tendrils spreading like veins of black blood on pale skin. At the sight, he would take a fright, gasp, and run.

"...now...run, Harry...run..."

This time was different- this time, the Darkness caught up with him. He could feel the hot breath on the back of his neck; the Dark coiling around and up his legs, covering him until he could no longer see the blizzard ahead, almost distant now.

He could feel the Darkness cry victory as it consumed him. His hope was almost gone when his hand broke free of the cloud and just reached. "Help! Help, please, somebody help me!" But it was too late, he was gone gone gone and all he ever did and all he could ever do came to an excruciating halt.

He was on fire.

Oh, how he wished he could have been faster, stronger, more prepared, more strong! If it weren't for him they would be all alive, after all. The fire continued- eating him and scorching his very blood. But something was wrong, he thought. The Darkness... the Darkness is screeching to be away from him- he could see the white. He tried to aid in it's panic but it was stuck to him. Stuck to him and through him and why won't it come off?!

Instantaneously, the Darkness was gone- burned away. Falling to his knees, he gasped for breath that was almost lost to him, peering through bright green eyes and wiping away his black mess of hair. Looking up, he saw a figure in the distance. Shadowed against the pure blizzard. Confused, he became startled when a piercing wail came from right behind him.

Hurriedly, he spun around expecting some attack from the Darkness he was freed from, only to see a sickly babe thrashing on the ground, melting.

"You're safe now...No more need to run, I'm here...Harry."

Then he was yanked away by the edge of his core, away from the constant white and looming Darkness and through colors and feelings and he didn't know what was happening but can he please have his Ed-

All was gone again.