Forget Me Not Chapter 1, a Harry Potter + Twilight Crossover fanfic

Author's Note: I KNOW THAT SUMMARY SUCKED BIGTIME. BUT SINCE YOU'RE HERE, PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I DON'T SEEM EPIGRAMMATIC ENOUGH.

Hey. This is my very first multi-chaptered story, folks! I'd like to thank those who messaged me about how to post these kinds of stories here. Though I haven't really tried it out yet.

I am currently having my internship for college. And it's boring as hell, I tell you. So whenever I don't have anything to do (which is very often), I think about Edward-Harry and what stories I would like to write in the future. I've been meaning to write this story a couple of months ago but studies had keep me fairly busy so I postponed writing it. Originally, I wanted this story to be a two-shot, the first chapter about Harry forgetting Edward and while the other chapter is when Edward is the one who loses his memory of Harry. But then I started to write and this is how it turned out. I really hope you like it. On with the story! Please Read and Review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight. If I did, then Harry and Edward would be happily together, Bella was non-existent and Draco and Jacob would probably get it on like dogs. But I don't so…

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Harry woke up early. He rubbed his eyes drowsily and glanced at the clock on his bedside drawer. 3:26 am, it said. He groaned. It's far too early for him to be awake. He yawned and fell back on his soft bed. After ten minutes of turning in his bed trying to go back to sleep, he huffed and gave up. He stood up, his bare feet hitting the cold floor. He fixed his bed dreamily and walked slowly to the kitchen.

It was eerily quiet in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. The stairs creaked with every step Harry took. The curtains covering Mrs. Black flutter as she snored quite loudly. He lit the floating candles with a wave of his wand, the heads mounted on the walls casting long shadows along the floor.

Harry prepared a cup of tea for himself and sat down on the empty dinner table. His eyes were fixed on the wall opposite him, his mug of hot tea nestled between his cold hands. The sweet aroma of the drink made his eyes droop, images he could not quite place becoming burned into the back of his eyes.

He breathed deeply as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He could just see a blurred figure, whether in front of his eyes or at the back of his head, Harry could not tell. After a few seconds, his heavy eyes fluttered close and Harry succumbed to the enveloping darkness.

Harry heard laughter, his own laughter echoing inside his head. The figure in front of him was still blurry though more distinct now. Tall and lean, the man scooped Harry up in his arms and swirled him around. Shrieks of glee issued from his mouth and a warm feeling spread across his chest. The tall bronze-haired guy leaned close and Harry stood on his tiptoes to close the gap between them, his mind floating somewhere warm and comfortable.

"Ed… Edw.." Harry struggled to remember the man's name. He knew it. From the depths inside of him, he knows he knew the mysterious man's name. But hard as he tried, he could not say it. He felt his breath catch in his throat, his chest heave up as all air escaped him. The man before him is quickly fading, his features already becoming wisps of gray smoke. Harry tried to grasp his arm, his face, but he might as well have tried to keep water in his cupped hands for all that he got. He saw the man's lips smile bitterly as he vanished completely, leaving Harry alone and in anguish. He tried yelling for him to come back, but his voice seemed so far away, never to reach the man he knew was important. He tried running to where he faded to, but the floor quickly turned into quicksand, rooting him to the spot as he sank down. Harry walked and walked as he sank deeper, trying to find an escape. He was panicking because the sand was rising more quickly now and there was no one in sight. And just as the quicksand was about to reach his eyes, he felt a cold hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Harry. Harry, do you hear me?"

Someone was shaking him by the shoulders forcefully as he gasped for air. His eyes were still closed, trying to get back to the dream, to him. But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he wished for him to come back, he never did. Disappointment marred his sweaty face as he felt a cold towel upon it. He opened his eyes and his vision swam before him until it refocused on Ron's and Hermione's worried faces.

"Are you alright Harry?" Hermione's voice was muffled to Harry. He shook his head to clear the fog in his mind. The dream. The man in the dream. He had dreamt of something very important. Of someone very important to him. Or was it just his imagination? He put his head in his hands, trying to remember the details of the dream he just had moments ago. But it was to no avail. He couldn't remember a thing until he was filled with doubt if he even dreamed of anything at all.

"Ed…" he whispered. Warmth flooded his body as the unfinished name came out of his shivering mouth. He saw Hermione and Ron share a quick look.

"Er… mate?" Ron asked, placing a hand on Harry's cold shoulder.

"I'm fine. Sorry if I scared you two. But I'm fine, really," Harry answered, smiling slightly. "I just had… I just had a dream. But it felt more of a memory, you know? And now, I just can't remember it. All that I know is that the bronze-haired man I saw was important to me. But why can't I remember him?" Harry frowned deeply. Why couldn't he remember the dream? Why is it that all he sees is a wall of mist when he tries too hard?

Harry stood up and brought his now-cold tea to the sink. Ed. That was the man's name. Was it Edmund? Or Edgar? Or Edison? He could almost taste the name at the tip of his tongue but it wouldn't come to him. With a frustrated groan, he washed his mug, pensive.

"Harry, maybe it's best if you lie down a bit," Hermione suggested.

"Yes. Maybe you're right," Harry said with a yawn. "I woke up too early today and my mind's still buzzing with that dream. I probably should sleep," Harry consented as he walked out of the kitchen.

"Is today the day?" Ron whispered to Hermione. The witch looked away from Harry's retreating figure and nodded an affirmative to Ron.

Edward paced back and forth in his room. Today is the day he is going to come back to him. Restlessness flooded him at the mere thought, almost overpowering the joy of having him to come back. Of having someone to love again. He breathed in deeply. He heard his family's thoughts, some worried, a few afraid, but generally happy for him. And this just added to the agitation the vampire felt.

"Would you stop walking around in circles? You're making my head ache, Edward," Emmett whined. "You could actually cut the drama now. Really." Smack. "Ow. Why did you hit me for, Rose?"

See, even Rosalie knows how important this is to him. Edward smiled fondly. He knows how much his family misses him, too.

Then, waves after waves of calm filled him. He gave a gruff laugh. "I'm fine, Jazz." He smiled broadly. Then he opened the door and walked down to their living room. Emmett was lounging in Rosalie's lap as she stroked his hair. Alice and Jasper were playing chess, the strategist versus the Seer. And Esme is probably in the kitchen, cleaning up with Carlisle. Edward cleared his throat and everyone looked at him in surprise. Emmett actually fell off the couch on purpose.

"After a decade of barricading yourself in your room, finally you come down and mingle with us. Tell me, how are the cobwebs doing?" Emmett jeered lightly. Then, Esme was upon him in an instant. She hugged him and smoothed out his shirt.

"Now, be a good boy. Don't push him too hard, okay? Patience, Edward." Edward actually smiled as she kissed the top of his head.

"Aww. Little Eddie growing up so fast," Emmett cooed. Suddenly, Edward was upon him and they were wrestling like kids on the floor. Alice and Esme just laughed when Rosalie huffed, "Boys" with a roll of her eyes. Then their fireplace erupted in flames and an old wizard appeared before them. Brushing the soot from his midnight blue robes, he gave the vampire family a smile. His blue eyes twinkling as they usually do, he greeted them warmly.

"Dumbledore, what a surprise!" Esme gasped as she shook Dumbledore's wizened hand. She led him to a chair and disappeared to the kitchen. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Good thing I've prepared tea and some cookies." They all heard Esme bustling in the kitchen. Dumbledore laughed heartily. He looked at them one by one, his eyes more like an x-ray machine.

"Really Esme. I'm not much of an old coot," he chuckled as the mother-vampire reappeared bearing a tray of food she set on the center table. They all laughed merrily, as she sat down the armrest of the chair Carlisle is sitting on. He asked how Jasper's been doing on his new diet, noting his progress and gave Alice and Rosalie a copy of Witch Fashion magazine. And from his robes, he gave a Snitch to Emmett after hearing that he had crushed the other one. They thanked him, with Emmett asking if he was really Santa Claus in disguise. Which earned snickers from everyone. Then his eyes found Edward's.

"Are you ready, Edward?" the old man whispered. And suddenly the atmosphere changed into a more sober one. Edward swallowed the venom pooling in his mouth and gave Dumbledore a curt nod. Dumbledore was about to stand up, a thank you on his lips when Carlisle put a hand on Edward's shoulder, restraining him lightly.

"Are you sure, Edward?" Carlisle asked. "I trust you remember vividly how this date ended for the past years."

"My mind may decay, but those memories would remain intact. I could never forget them, Carlisle," Edward said through gritted teeth. He could not forget the moments of pain, of hope, of anger and of disappointment those encounters had caused him. But he could not bring himself not to try once more. He could never turn his back to the slightest chance that he may actually come back. No matter how slim the chances may be.

Esme rubbed his back gently and Alice gave him a reassuring smile though she can never really tell what's going to happen. And Rosalie's hand found its way to his and squeezed him tightly. Jasper and Emmett comforted him with their thoughts. Dumbledore cleared his throat importantly.

"His friends told me a very peculiar thing happened this morning," Dumbledore said, breaking the uncanny silence. "He had a dream about you, Edward. And this, I take maybe a sign that Harry might recognize you instantly this time."

After this statement, Edward's undead heart almost began beating again. Everyone was smiling from ear to ear, and hopes that he might be with his sweet Harry once more filled his whole being. He stood up and said, "I want to see him."

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Author's Note: What do you think? Is it any good? Tell me. Please, tell me. Also, pardon my grammatical and spelling mistakes. I have no Beta at the moment. Reviews make me happy. Very happy. Review and Recommend, people! Thank you! Loves!

-elphaba's wicked heir