Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or Twilight. These characters are borrowed from the renowned authors J.K Rowling and Stephanie Mayer.
Summary: (Harry potter x-over twilight) What if it was Harry, not Edward who was glaring at his lab partner that fateful Biology class? What if Edward reminds Harry of a love he longs to forget? How can love find its way between the two when Harry sees not Edward, but another person from his ghastly past? HP/EC
Chapter 1
'Harry!'
Dark cloaked figures emerged from the apparition point, throwing curses at the milling students. Pure-bloods were spared while half- bloods, blood traitors and muggle borns were killed without any auxiliary glances.
'Harry!'
Harry turned to the sound of the voice to find Ron and Hermione making their way through the panicking crowd towards him. Once they reached him, he was quickly pushed by Ron in an empty compartment in the Hogwart's Express.
'Ron! What do you think are you doing?! We need to help-'
'Harry, you need to hide, you're the one they're after' Ron said without breaking eye contact.
"All the more reason that I need to go out there!' Harry bellowed 'I can't let people fight while I stay here when I know that I'm the reason why they'll die!'
'Please listen to us Harry!' Hermione almost cried 'we cannot risk you. You are destined to fight Voldermort, not Death Eaters!'
'If I cannot fight Voldemort's followers, then how do you think am I going to beat him?!" Harry reasoned.
'Harry, you are not yet strong enough to be in battle' Hermione argued 'you're training is still incomplete and we cannot afford to lose you! What do you think will happen if you die here Harry? The Light side will lose its only hope. You are our only hope Harry; you're the one who's keeping us together and strong. We cannot and WILL not let you die here!'
'but-'
'She's right mate' Ron smiled wistfully 'this is our battle. Yours is yet to come. You need to stay alive until then. Anyway, don't you trust us? We've been learning DADA, from you for a year!
Before Harry could further protest, Hermione and Ron turned towards the door. Before they slid out, Harry voiced out, 'Promise me you'll come back'
Ron looked at him for a moment before breaking into a serene smile that he have never seen before 'Of course mate, we still have that chess game to finish'
Harry tossed in his sleep, sweat glistening on his fore head. Tiny whimpers escaped from him as dread unconsciously engulf him, knowing what will come after.
Harry run the hallways of the Hogwart's Express in haste, adrenaline cursing through his veins as he past empty compartments.
He's there.
The reason why his parents are dead… why Sirius died as a criminal.
Peter Pettigrew.
Rage controlled his thinking as he saw the pathetic rat- like man through the fogged one way mirror from his compartment. All warnings and reasoning from his best friends flew out the window as the only thing running in his mind is to kill his parent's supposedly friend.
He emerged from the train just as Peter whispered the deadly curse towards Neville Longbottom who was currently fighting McNair.
"Avada Kedavra"
Harry's horrified scream was caught in his throat as he could do nothing but watch as Neville's knee buckled beneath him, slumping on the ground.
For a brief moment, Peter glanced at Harry with a knowing smile before running off. Without pausing to check on Neville, Harry pursued Peter. There's no use in checking anyway, Harry thought as he can still see clearly in his mind Neville's lifeless eyes staring back at him.
He came to a screeching halt as his seeker like reflexes made him duck in time when a green curse flew over his head, no doubt aiming for him.
'Harry… you look so much like my good friend James' Peter smiled mockingly at him, growing confident, knowing that no one would be able to help Harry as everyone was busy fighting their opponents.
'Don't you ever call my father your friend!' Harry snarled in anger 'you lost that privileged when you chose instead to kiss the ground your master walked on!'
Peter dropped his smile 'is that how to talk to your Uncle Peter Harry? Lily would be disappointed.'
'An absconding rat like you is no uncle of mine!' Harry shouted, pointing his wand swiftly at him 'Stupefy!'
Peter barely dodged the curse and snarled at Harry, 'Crucio!'
Harry was hit squarely and he gritted his teeth in pain as he curled on the ground, refusing to let Peter hear any agony escaped from his lips. Harry didn't know how long he was under the Cruciatus curse for all he could concentrate on is the pain. His blood seemed to be boiling in his veins and a thousand knives felt like they were piercing his flesh. Harry vaguely felt Peter lift the curse.
'Do you still remember Harry? When I killed the spare?' Peter smirked
Harry froze.
'Do you want to see him? He could have still been alive if it weren't for you, he could have grown, got a job and had a family… I was not meant to kill him you know… you were supposed to be alone but then you decided to bring him'
Harry was in despair for his lost… but was seething in anger for HIS murderer.
'And now I'll bring you to him! Avada Keda-'
'Sectumsempra!' Harry put all his magic in that single curse. His eyes blazing in contempt. He would never die by Pettigrew's hands!
Peter flew backwards with the impact of the curse, all Harry could see of him is a bloody mess of skin and flesh. Harry almost puked from the sighed. He was about to turn back when Ron suddenly appeared in front of him, hands outstretched.
'Not Harry!'
And there was a blinding green light.
When Harry's vision focused… he was backed in the graveyard in the Triwizard Tournament.
'Kill the spare…'
'Kill the spare…'
No, Harry thought. He wouldn't let him die this time. He'll save him and they'll emerge from here together.
Harry saw Pettigrew race his wand towards Cedric.
No, Harry wouldn't let it happen again. He hastily swiped his wand and whispered the forbidden curse he never thought that he would utter.
'Avada Kedavra…'
The green light surged towards Pettigrew when to Harry's horror, Peter's faced shrunk and remolded to that of Cedric Diggory.
'Harry… why?'
'No….Cedric!'
Harry bolted from his bed, heaving and grasping the sheets tightly. He felt something trickle down his chin and when he raised his hand to wipe it, he saw a dribble of blood. He must have bitten his lips so hard to prevent any sound from escaping. He learned quickly enough from the Durselys that people do not want to get wake up in the middle of the night from teens who shout in their nightmare.
He quickly tossed the sheets off his body and stood walking straight to the window. He was currently being housed in the Leaky Cauldron as he cannot yet return to Durselys what with the deaths of his friends. The Burrow was still there… of course but he wouldn't like to see the Weasleys grieving for the deaths of their children. Harry couldn't face them, knowing he was the reason why their children would never go home every summer and see them.
If only he listened…
They wouldn't have died if he only stayed in that compartment. Ron wouldn't have to jump in front of him to take the curse that was really meant for him and Hermione…… Hermione wouldn't have died if…
If…
If…
All the what ifs showed how many mistakes he made… and how much he lost because of it. Harry stared out the dusty window to see the first ray o light illuminating the once darken sky. Soon the sun would rise and people would continue to bustle in their everyday life never knowing that the most important people in Harry's life would leave him completely forever. Today, the funeral of those who gave up their lives in the battle against the Death Eaters would receive their final respect. Yes, they'll be honored, hailed and remembered with reverence for the courage they showed, but what use is that for them when they are buried six feet under? When the love ones they left will continue to mourn for the lost opportunities and relationships they could have had?
When they would never return?
Harry felt numb. He wants to feel something; he needs to feel the pain before he totally lost himself. The pain is the only thing that anchors Harry to the world. The thread that draws the line to prevent Harry to cross the border of insanity.
Harry walked over his dresser in a daze. The only thing running in his mind is to get that tiny piece of metal that would bring him relief, which would make him feel alive. Harry was inches from opening the drawer when three firm knocks snapped him from his trance.
He took a shaky breathe and run a hand through his messy inky black hair.
"Who is it?" Harry asked a little loudly.
"Mister Potter, it's Tom, your escort's waiting at the bar" the caretaker's voice sounded muffled through the other side of the door.
"I'll be down in a minute" Harry called back, quickly shedding his night clothes. He got a simple white long sleeved shirt and put on a pair of black slacks. He got his shoes on and after a minute of trying to tame down his hair, he completely gave up with a sigh and strode off the room.
He descended the stairs and was looking at the occupied tables, hoping to find a familiar face.
"You really took your time didn't you Potter?" a voice dripping with sarcasm said from behind.
Harry knew that spiteful voice anywhere. Even when he turned around and saw the person who is to be his escort for the day, he couldn't help but wish that he's still dreaming.
"Snape?!" Harry shouted in disbelief "What are you doing here?"
Snape sneered "I know you're daft Potter, but can't your miniscule brain even comprehend that I am picking you up early in the morning to kindly accompany you to your destination never mind the fact that I have much better things to do?"
"I know that!" Harry retorted defensively "But why….. You?!"
"Ah, the greatest mystery in the universe" Snape smiled floutingly "Why don't you ask the headmaster that why indeed, would he order the Boy-Who-Lived's hatest professor to escort his Golden Boy and not grant him his every whim?"
Harry gritted his teeth in irritation but he wouldn't let Snape to ruin his morning even further. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and constructing a neutral face.
"I'm sorry for my rude behavior professor" Harry apologized though anyone could see that he only did that to further grate on Snape's nerves "If you would lead the way? I wouldn't want to be late and delay the… ceremony further"
For the first time that day Snape broke into a pleased grin "Ah yes, you wouldn't want to be late Potter, that would surely cause an inconvenience.
Harry ignored Snape and just followed the man out the pub, expecting to see a Ministry car, like how he usually is transported. Upon seeing nothing, Harry's brow creased.
"How are we getting there Professor?"
"Apparition" Snape replied "it's pretty far and we cannot afford to waste any more time"
Far? Harry thought in confusion. Gordric's Hollow Cemetery was not that far off and the funeral would not start in… half an hour. Never the less, contrary to Harry's action, he wouldn't like to irate his professor any further.
"Hold on to my right arm Potter" Snape gritted almost painfully, knowing that he's giving he's worst enemy's son the consent to touch him. "You wouldn't want to lose a limb in the middle of an apparition do you?"
All hesitation flew out the window as Harry grabbed onto Snape in a death grip. As soon as Harry was secured, the feeling of being squeezed at all sides and being fitted in a tube was all he could feel. He shut his eyes close tightly, fearing that he would be sick with the distortion sensation. And then, it was gone. Harry felt normal once again but his brows knitted together in confusion as he was hit by cold air and his hearing picked up the murmurs of numerous people. What's happening here? It doesn't feel like Gordric's Hollow, it's like-
"Didn't know you're the clingy type Potter" his professor's sneering voice said.
Harry's eyes snapped open and he yelp as he leaped far away from Snape. Before he could retort back, he's heart fell and his palms started to sweat as he saw that he was indeed, not in a cemetery but in an airport. The air conditioned facilities, foreigners carrying multiple luggages and the sound of the intercom stating today's flight gave all Harry's location right away.
"What am I doing here Professor?" Harry questioned cautiously. He noted Snape's sudden muggle attire and the shady place they are situated into.
"You're not going in their funeral Potter" Snape said without any hint of emotion.
Harry suddenly felt angry. How dare they do this to him?! They cannot just shift him off to somewhere away from his family and friends!
You don't have any friends or family Harry… a voiced in his head reminded him…. They're all dead...
Dead… because you didn't listen…
All anger suddenly left Harry and he just suddenly felt exhausted.
"Then where am I going Professor?"
Snape seemed to be surprised at the lack of protest but his mental shield obscured it in his face "you're going to America… you're training will continue in Forks Washington."
Harry just nodded and Snape gave him a folder containing everything he might need, passport, ticket, brochure… and a letter… from Dumbledore.
"You'll find all the things you need to know in that letter. Someone will pick you up once you reach Forks and all your things will be sent soon." Snape informed him. "You can just read the letter in the plane…. You just have ten minutes before the final boarding."
Harry once again nodded, but before leaving, he met Snape's gaze head on and asked. "Why didn't we just apparate straight in America? Why do we still have to go through all this fiasco?"
For a moment, Snape didn't answer. Harry, thinking that his question will be unanswered, turned his back and began to walk.
"Because Dumbledore still wants to give you a choice"
Harry stopped walking. Choice? He almost laughed maniacally at that statement. From the day that Trelawney made that blasted prophecy, all freedom was already robbed off of him. Yes, he can run and hide, but it doesn't change the fact that Voldermort will just hunt him down and kill him….. Unless he strike him first. And that's what he's going to do.
He'll be stronger and fulfill his destiny, to be killed…. Or to kill.
Please listen to us Harry!
Yes, he'll listen, he won't complain and he won't disobey them like he did before, because if he only did it earlier…. Then maybe… maybe…. His friends wouldn't be rotting in the ground right this moment.
He didn't turn back, didn't give a response or a nod this time.
Harry just resumed walking.
To be continued…
A/N
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