WARNINGS: adultery/infidelity, bisexuality, blood, homo relationships, straight relationships, etc.

A/N: For easiness's sake, the timelines have been modified. Edward's not nearly as old as he is in canon, and Harry is older than his canon. Assuming Twilight takes place circa 2000, Harry was born in 1970 and Edward around 1950. Set between Eclipse and Breaking Dawn: Edward and Bella are engaged but the wedding has not yet taken place.

A/N 2: this fic is dedicated to the producers of the Twilight film and SMeyer. Thanks to you I cannot listen to Supermassive Black Hole without thinking of these jokes-of-vampires and baseball. Thanks a lot, assholes. This fic is also dedicated to the sites twilight-quotes and , which allowed me to get a feel for the canon characters without having to want to do myself (or somebody else?) bodily harm. Thanks a lot (- not sarcastic). So if you see sentences in bold, you'll know that Stephenie Meyer wrote them and not me. I guess this is the part where I say I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter, but I think you already knew that.

A/N 3: I probably shouldn't be posting new fics given the two ones I have unfinished, but this one has already been completed, promise! Unfortunately, the ideas concerning my WIPs are pretty scarce. Please bear with me.

"Welcome to my flat, love," the man said, opening the door and grinning widely. Edward stepped inside. It was a far cry from the luxurious houses that he lived in with his family, but this had a more homely feel to it. The walls were an uninteresting cream color. There was no television, but the sofa and armchairs were grouped around a coffee table in front of the fireplace. There were photos on the mantelpiece, some of them moved! Edward moved to look at them in fascination. The people in them waved at him. A grin made its way onto his face and he couldn't help but to wave back.

The man stepped forward. "That's my mum and dad," he said, pointing to one photo.

"You look a lot like your dad," Edward remarked. "But with your mom's eyes."

The wizard laughed. "Yeah, I get that all the time. And there's me with Ron and Hermione," he said, pointing at another photo, where a trio of young tweens waved at them enthusiastically, "you'll be meeting them this weekend, along with the rest of Ron's family," and Edward was directed to look at another photo full of redheads. "Don't worry, they're all really nice. You might have to watch out for George, though, he's a prankster."

"I'm sure I'll be able to see it coming," Edward said.

"Oh right. Legilimency and all that…"

"Unless he can block me, like you can."

"I wouldn't think so. Legilimency isn't a common skill, so most people don't bother learning Occlumency."

Edward's brow knitted. "Why do you know Occlumency, then?"

The man's face darkened for a second before his expression shuttered. "I told you I was part of a war, right? I was one of the main figureheads actually, and I was nearly always being targeted. The leader of the other side was notorious for his mastery of Legilimency, so I had to learn."

"Is learning difficult?"

Another dark look passed on his face and Edward wished he hadn't asked. "It's…a bit complicated. It took me a while, because, at the time, I really hated my teacher and he hated me too. Eventually I did my best learning from a book with Hermione's help, and Sn—my teacher tested me. But it's too not difficult."

"I wonder if learning it will help me control my power?"

He received an interested look. "Possibly. I'll show you my book tomorrow, yeah? And I'll bet Hermione will be happy to talk to you about it."

The weekend passed smoothly. The meeting with the Weasleys had gone well; indeed, they were all friendly. The females were appropriately dazzled by him to the displeasure of their husbands, though Ginerva, the youngest Weasley, was a little less so. In her mind, he could tell that she was jealous of their closeness, jealous of their relationship, when she had yearned for him for years, and only had him for a moment. He subtly avoided her, but did not point out her thoughts to his love.

As his love had predicted, Hermione, the knowledgeable witch that she was, was only too happy to explain the theory of Occlumency to him, though she seemed horrified at his power of mind-reading, well, Legilimency, they called it. Her thoughts immediately became frenzied, wondering if he could see the intimate thoughts she had of her husband. He grimaced and reassured her that he did his best to respect people's privacy, unless he felt there was a threat of danger involved, which only made her more flustered, given that he'd pulled the idea from her head.

Dinner was a bit complex; he wasn't sure if he should mention that he didn't eat, but it would have been rude to just have sat there whilst others were eating. He took a very small amount of food, bits of dishes that looked like they'd been slaved over for hours, and swallowed it all down with only the faintest of grimaces. He was feeling rather proud of himself, until the Weasley matriarch insisted he have seconds.

There was nothing quite like the feeling of his lover's hot lips against his own. Edward parted his lips and his cold tongue twined against his love's, the slick organ pleasantly scalding his mouth. Their hands were all over each other, his love particularly loving to run his hands through Edward's bronze hair, and Edward loving to grope at his love's delightful ass. His mate attempted to do the same, but his vampire skin and muscles were too hard to get much of a squeeze out of.

"I want you, baby," his love murmured breathily, green eyes dark yet alight with lust and love.

"You'll have to come and get me," Edward teased, and with his vampire speed, had left his love behind, tongue half out of his mouth and trousers uncomfortable. Edward laughed as his mate cursed and stomped into the bedroom. He paused abruptly at the sight of the vampire lounging on the bed, already naked.

He sighed. "Bloody vampire speed…" he muttered, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Let me do that," Edward offered, beckoning his love forward. The man automatically advanced a few steps, then seemed to snap out of the vampire allure.

"Naughty, naughty," he purred. "Haven't I told you not to do that? No, I'll tell you to come here, and undress me."

Edward rolled his eyes, but left the bed and went to his love. "I don't do it on purpose. It's part of my…unnatural charm," he said, and flashed him a dazzling smile. His love briefly became entranced, before shaking it off again, sporting an annoyed look.

"Naughty, naughty again. Now you're going to get on your knees and use your mouth."

Edward chuckled and kneeled obediently. He opened his mouth, allowing his love to cast the necessary spells to protect himself from the vampire's overly sharp teeth. Edward smiled, and undid his love's trousers. Still very mindful of his teeth, he went to work. At first, the man flinched at the difference in temperature, as he always did, but soon enough, Edward was making his lover groan and grip his hair.

"Down your throat, baby," his love rasped after several moments, breathing heavy, eyes looking down on him with so much love. Edward smiled despite his already stretched lips and eased his love down his throat. He had never been more pleased at the fact that his body did not need air. He didn't mind the fact that his love could move and buck all he liked without injuring him either.

The wizard exhaled harshly before pulling away. "You're going to scream tonight, baby," he promised, eyes glowing wickedly with love and promise. Edward could only grin in response.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Ginny's voice came out of nowhere.

His body suddenly became stiff as a board, his arms snapping straight and gluing themselves to his sides, his legs snapping together. He cursed himself and stopped Occluding his mind, hoping that her thoughts would provide some insight on what she was planning on doing with him.

Her thoughts told of her killing him, her disposing of his body in a river, her wondering how long her spell would hold him, her obsessing over his love, -

He cursed himself again and attempted to calm himself. He needed to find a way to free himself from her magic.

"Sorry, Edward," she was saying, not at all apologetically. "I guess you can already tell what I'm going to do to you, huh?"

He tried to respond. He couldn't. For all his strength, his jaw refused to budge.

Her thoughts were changing now. She hesitated in killing him, going over the repercussions: Azkaban, her family disowning her, his love hating her, …

She raised her wand. "Obliviate!" she said firmly. The jet of light hit him, and for the first time in a long time, he fell into darkness.

Something had broken inside of his mind at the sight of the man standing across the street. The man was obviously not local; the overcast sky wasn't enough to diminish the glow of his golden skin. His black hair was tousled in an effortless way and green eyes shone. He was dressed casually, hands in his pockets, staring directly at him. Edward found himself, staring back, entranced. He saw scenes – memories – of himself with this man, who had been younger then, talking, laughing, touching...

"Edward?"

He looked down immediately. Bella had settled into the passenger seat of his Volvo, staring up at him curiously, as he hadn't closed the open door yet.

"Wait here, Bella," he said, closing the door and crossing the street, barely remembering to look for cars.

"Hi," the stranger said as soon as he was close enough. His voice was accented and low, not quite husky, and Edward felt as if he could listen to it for hours.

"Hello," he replied, staring into those emerald eyes, so similar to the ones he used to have himself. He suddenly realized that he couldn't hear the man's thoughts. It was at once troubling, as it had been the first time he'd encountered Bella, and soothingly familiar.

The stranger gave a wan smile. "Is that your girlfriend?" he asked, nodding towards the car, where Bella was peering out the window, looking half curious, half worried.

"Yes."

The man smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm happy for you."

"I know you. We know each other," Edward said, trying not to show his confusion. "What's your name?"

"My name?" the stranger repeated, bewildered. "We were together for five years, how could you not know my name?"

"Five years?" Edward repeated. The man frowned at him. "I know…I mean…I don't know." He shook his head as if it'd help him organize his thoughts. He took a deep breath, his heavenly scent flooding his nose. It didn't inspire bloodlust in him, like Bella did, but it felt…familiar, as if he had reveled in it for hours at a time, like a heady drug. "I remember your face, I remember your touch, I remember the way you used to look at me, but I don't remember your name. Who are you?"

The man stared at him. There was something not quite unlike incredulity or horror in his eyes. He seemed to wrestle internally with himself, before saying, "My name is Harry. Harry Potter."

Edward felt as if a bomb had possibly gone off inside of him. He remembered, with startling clarity, his life with Harry. He remembered meeting him as a young adult, he remembered flying on a broomstick, he remembered a bunch of redheads and a bushy-haired woman, he remembered Harry's flat in London, he remembered the bed where they had made love…

He was startled out of his memories by the weight of a warm hand on his shoulder. Harry was looking at him concernedly.

"Are you alright?" he asked, eyes worried.

"I…we used to…" Edward fought for words.

"Your girlfriend's waiting," Harry said instead, and Edward automatically turned to look. Bella wass chewing her bottom lip anxiously, her eyes not leaving them.

He looked back at Harry. "I have to drop her off at her dad's. But I'll be back. Will you wait for me?" he asked, his voice becoming desperate.

A flash of pain went through Harry's face, but he nodded tightly. "Sure."

"Fifteen minutes," Edward said, eyes not leaving Harry's face even as he crossed the street. He opened the car door and was hit with Bella's mouthwatering smell. He took a moment to calm himself before he got in the car and started it up.

"Who's that?" Bella asked, glancing at the man who hadn't moved from his spot on the sidewalk.

"An old friend," he said, and drove off.

He paid even less attention to the speed limit than usual. Bella always noticed everything he did, and thus remarked, "What's wrong? Slow down."

The instinctive desire to make her happy had him easing his foot off the gas, though he still was well over the speed limit. In barely any time, he was pulling up in front of the Swan residence. He got out and was on the other side of the car in a flash, opening Bella's door for her.

"You wanna come up?" Bella asked, eyes warm and hopeful.

"No, I'm going to catch up with my…friend." The faintest of tingles went through his body at the thought of Harry.

"Oh. OK," she replied, failing to mask her disappointment.

"I'll probably be back tonight," he offered.

"Probably?" she asked. He understood her confusion; he always came into her room to watch her sleep.

"Yeah," he said. She didn't ask for an excuse so he didn't give one. He gave her a crooked smile, and her confusion melted away to be replaced with blank blissfulness. He got into his car and waited for her to enter the house safely, though she couldn't help glancing back every few seconds, before he drove away.

He looked at the time and harrumphed. Twelve minutes had already passed. He floored the gas pedal, pushing the car to its limits, with complete disregard for the speed limit and the safety of others. He circled around for a parking space and made his way over to Harry, who was standing in front of a bakery, looking into the window.

"Hey," he said immediately, joining him at the window, smiling crookedly.

"Hello yourself," Harry replied, face split in a grin.

Edward wanted to speak, wanted to ask him questions, but found himself silent instead, observing the man in wonder.

"How have you been?" Harry asked softly, some of his grin receding and his eyes filling with something akin to contentment.

Edward shrugged. "I've been OK. How about you?"

Harry shrugged too. "I've been living."

They stared at each other.

"Take a picture. It lasts longer," the Brit said dryly, prompting Edward to hastily look away. "Is there something specific you need from me?"

"I need to know what's between us. What relationship…did we have?"

Harry cocked his head to the side. "Right now? There's nothing between us. There hasn't been, for ages."

Nothing between us. The words echoed sinisterly in his head. "I think I still have feelings for you," the vampire murmured, so quietly that the other man shouldn't have been able to hear.

But instead, Harry's jaw clenched. "And I think it's a little late for that. You've clearly moved on."

"But you haven't?" he countered.

"That doesn't matter if you already have."

Edward regarded him. Confusion and frustration welled up in him. "What are you doing here?"

"I didn't come here specifically looking for you if that's what you're asking. I'd given up on that ages ago. I call it lucky coincidence that we spotted each other."

Edward wasn't so certain of the veracity of his response. He wasn't sure if it was his gut feeling or his emotions. "You didn't answer my question."

Harry rolled his eyes and answered curtly, "Business."

"There aren't any corporate-owned businesses in Forks."

"In Seattle there are," Harry snapped, clearly giving in to his frustration. "And not that it's any of your business, but I came here because I wanted to see the Indian reservation."

Unbidden hostility instinctively went through him. "Why?"

"Their legends liken their ancestors to Animagi. But it was a waste of trip. Obviously, if the ability's been passed down, they aren't going to show every tourist that passes," he grumbled, and turned back to the pastries in the window.

Animagi. And Edward suddenly thought of Harry laughing and telling him stories of how his godfather could transform into a dog and would go running around with werewolves.

"You're a wizard," he whispered.

Harry shot him a look. "Well, I don't usually go about broadcasting it, but yeah, I am pretty good at what I do."

"Sorry. Do…do you want to talk somewhere private?"

"Not really." And Edward couldn't deny the hurt he felt.

"I still have feelings for you," he repeated.

"And I told you it's a little late for that." The Brit sighed and crossed his arms. "Look, Edward, you've got a girlfriend. I don't want to interfere with that."

The vampire nodded. He felt a little ashamed as he realized that he hadn't thought about Bella once during their conversation. "Are you going to stay here long?"

"I'll be in Forks for the day."

"I meant in Washington."

"For the week."

Edward nodded. "Where are you staying?"

Harry gave him the name of the hotel, and with a little more pressing, the room number.

"I might come to see you sometime," he said, conflicting feelings knotting his insides.

"Fine," Harry said. "I've got to go now."

Edward nodded, and the wizard walked away, not once looking back.

He lingered a moment, unsure of what he wanted or was meant to do afterward. He didn't want to go immediately see Bella, which was possibly a first for him since they'd gotten together. He returned to his car and drove a little slower to his house, trying to collect his thoughts. This unexpected encounter had left him feeling more than a little confused, and somewhat horrified. How could he have loved someone for so many years and not known it? He parked in the garage, mind only half concentrated on his maneuvers, and climbed out, humanly slow. He debated going up, into the house, but exited the garage and headed for the forest instead, intent on running and organizing his thoughts in there.

It did him no good; his thoughts were too chaotic. On one hand, he had part of himself insisting that he reacquaint himself with Harry, and another reminding him of his promises to Bella, of his intense love for her.

Without even knowing it, he'd ended up facing the Swan residence. He paused at the edge of the property, barely out of the line of trees, and looked up at Bella's window. He couldn't see her immediately, and assumed she was on her bed.

"Bella…" he started, voice uncertain. "We need to put off the wedding for a while."

Alarm passed on her beautiful face. "Why?" she demanded.

Edward shook his head. "It's Harry…I don't know what to do." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Who's Harry?"

"The guy I spoke to in the street the other day. When I saw him, I rediscovered some suppressed memories." The next part was a bit more difficult to force out. "We used to be together."

"What do you mean, 'together'?" she asked, looking as if she were dreading the answer.

"Together…as in intimate. As in I knew every part of him, and he knew every part of me, and we loved each other fiercely."

"But, Edward, that was years ago!" she cried. He looked at her, and his dead, un-beating heart twisted in anguish at the sight of hers.

"I know, but its… my memories were suppressed. I never fell out of love with him, Bella. I still love him," he said, torment wrenching through his body.

"What about me?" she asked weakly. "What about our love? I love you more than everything else in the world combined. No one's ever loved anyone as much as I love you, Edward."

"I know, Bella," Edward said, fighting to break through the self-loathing thoughts that were probably clouding her mind at the moment. "And I love you. It's a poor excuse for what I'm doing, but it's still true. I have always loved you, and I will always love you." Bella said nothing. She hung her head, her hair falling down to curtain her face and sending him a whiff of that scent that he loved and hungered for. "I just need to sort out my feelings for Harry before we get married. If…no, when we get married I want to be sure I can love you and only you."

"I thought I was special to you," Bella said brokenly, and his eyes caught sight of a single glistening tear sliding down her cheek.

"You are, Bella," he argued, moving to kneel in front of her. He took her unresisting hand in his gently and wiped her tear away. "You gave meaning to my existence. You gave me a reason to exist, Bella. But Harry…he gave me a reason to exist too. He brought me out of a very dark period of my life. He shared his world with me. We shared so much together. When I was forced to leave him, I was lost…until you came along. Don't you see, Bella? You are special to me. You both are."

Bella shook her head, but no more tears came. "Stay with me. Don't leave me again. You swore you'd never leave me again. I can't be without you, Edward. I'd rather die," she begged.

His heart ached and he took her in his arms gently. She buried her face into his chest. "I'm not leaving you, Bella," he murmured firmly. "I just need to sort things out with Harry."

She didn't reply, instead clutching at him for so long that he started to instinctively worry for her health. He moved them to her bed gently and swathed her in blankets. He didn't dare try and move away, but she clutched at his arms and tugged him down to the mattress anyway. He complied, and they laid there in silence for a moment.

"What am I supposed to tell my mom? She's been so excited," she muttered morosely.

"Tell her I need to handle some…personal issues."

"What if she presses me? I don't want my parents to know my boyfriend used to be gay. They'll…think you're not committed to me. Charlie already thinks that. I don't want it to be worse."

He sighed. "It's up to you to tell them however much you're comfortable with. If you don't tell them, they'll just make up excuses and theories. Me being with a man might be one of them."

Bella hid her face in wool. Her shoulders shook, and he moved to stroke at her back gently. "Why he have to show up now?" she lamented. "Why now? So close to our wedding?"

He had no answer for her. He felt her pain, her torment, her confusion and self-loathing. But he felt his own sense of completion and love even stronger.

A/N 4: This fic has actually been finished, but I'm posting the next chapter next week. Because I'm like that.

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