Harry Potter and the Heart of Twilight
I do not own any of the characters from Twilight or Harry Potter, Because if I did you lot would not be reading this for free.
Beta Slythenclaw20
It had taken two hours longer than expected to make it to their new home. The delays were caused by Dudley, who felt that he had been starving and that if daddy did not pull over soon and find somewhere to eat he would pass out. I had been all for Dudley passing out if it proved to be a quieter car ride. Unfortunately, my wishes were ignored and we stopped three times.
By the time we arrived, the moving van, which had our clothes and a few items that we did not want to sell, had unloaded and the movers had put our boxes in the correct rooms.
Aunt Petunia, wanting things to be prefect when her family arrived to their new house, had gotten in touch with a local interior designer, who had taken his Aunt's ideas and made them look classy and not excessively tacky, something Aunt Petunia seemed to fail at.
"My goodness, it looks just like I had designed it," Aunt Petunia gushed.
Turning around, she spotted me and her smile vanished.
"We have given you the attic. It has all the furniture from your old room and your boxes have been put up there. Vernonand I have decided that you will need to providefor yourself. We are sick of you being some charity case on us. We will providedinner for you, but all of your chores must be done and done properly." Her voice had started to go shrill at the end of her tirade.
"You will need a job if you want money and don't think I will start driving you around this town either. First thing you can do is set up the telly for Dudley and then you can go to the grocers that we saw on the main street and get everything on this list. I want the receipt and the change back, so no trying to steal from me." She dropped the list into my hands and walked away leaving me to stand in the wide foyer.
I sighed. There goes the nap I was going to have. I remembered seeing the store on the way to the house and estimated that it would be about a 15 minute walk over there. So I grabbed my old, worn out messenger bag and headed out the door.
The walking was slow as it had just rained and made the side of the roads muddy. I knew that once I made it to the main part of town there would be a sidewalk.
I'm going to have to get a car to get around this place or its going to take me nearly an hour to get to school. That means that I will have to go into my savings, which is at 1000 U.S. dollars. I was saving that money for school, but now a portion of that will have to go to getting a car. I just hope I can get a good job to cover all of these expenses. I know that the Dursley's won't pay for university so I will be stuck on my own for that, and I knew if I told them what I wanted to study that they would laugh at me and use my own dreams to hurt me. After all, who would trust a freak as a doctor? No, it was better not to tell the Dursley's any of my hopes or dreams.
I knew growing up that the way the Dursley's had treated me was wrong, especially when I found out how other children lived, but I'm smart and know that I would never have survived on the street at a young age. When I was younger I had made a plan to run away by the time I turned thirteen. With this plan in mind, I had started to do little jobs for money and had managed to save up forty five pounds in ten months, which I then stored in a shoe box in my cupboard. When, a few days after getting 45 pounds, I came home from school, Uncle was home early that day and it was never a good sign when he was home early. I walked inside the house trying to make it as fast as I could to my cupboard door before Uncle saw me. But, just as I reached the door handle, I felt a hand squeeze my upper arm and, before I knew it, I was crashing into the wall, dislocating my shoulder. I felt as my shirt was ripped and a belt ripped into my skin as Uncle belted me and went on about the fact that I was a thief and a liar. Afterwards, he threw me in the cupboard. It took me a week before I could go back to school and Dudley bought a new video game with my money.
I found out later that Uncle Vernon was home early that day to tell Aunt Petunia about the family and I moving to France. Aunt Petunia had then decided that it would be best to move me out of the cupboard so that they could sell the house and no one would think that they were abusing me.
Two days later the news that they would be leaving Privet Drive to a new country finally sunk in and I realized that my plan to get out of the Dursley's was ruined. I would be stuck with my relatives until they moved back to England. After all, it was foolhardy at best living on the streets at thirteen, but to do it in another country… that was risking a lot more than I was willing to risk.
So lost in my thoughts about the past was I, that I nearly walked by the grocers.
Going up and down the aisles was tiresome; some of the things on Aunt Petunia's list were not there.
At least I was able to get some things for myself for breakfast and lunches. Skim milk, cereal bars full of protein, low fat turkey and cheese, multigrain bread, and all the food I knew Dudley won't touch because it was healthy and Dudley wouldn't touch it if it was the last food to eat. I knew that if I wanted to save for school and gas to put in a car that I would have to eat very plainly for the next year. Mind you, I was easily used to being starved so this was going to be nothing. I had managed to save up a good chunk of money. It was for school but now I guess it will have to go to getting a used car.
I came to the last item on the list, some snack food for Dudley. I spotted it on the top of one of the shelves. I reached up only to find that I was too short to get to it. I cursed my 5'6" build due to years of malnutrition out loud and then proceeded to jump for it. I missed it and nearly fell to the floor. Nearly, if it weren't for the man who caught me.
The first thing I noticed was that his hands were ice cold and that my magic seemed to rise to the surface of my skin and started to warm me. My mind screamed at me to be careful, that this man felt dangerous, but my magic seemed to send waves of calm, comforting me and making me feel that I could trust him. I suppressed my magic and my feelings leaving me feeling cold, but I would analyze this later.
I looked up at the man (did everyone have to be taller then me) who caught me. He looked at me with unblinking topaz eyes, his blond hair to seemed to be perfectly in place. He had an easy smile and seemed likable enough. He was also very handsome, almost too handsome, too prefect. He looked like he could be in his mid twenties, but he had an ageless feel to him, like he had seen too much or just been around to long. The man then helped me into a standing position once again, reached up for the cookies on the top self, and passed the cookies to me. I'm sure I was pouting when he passed them to me.
"Here you go young man. I hope you are more careful next time. You don't want to end up in the E.R. over a box of cookies," he joked. I glared at him and went red.
"I just hope the cookies are worth it then, and thank you." I replied.
The man let out a beautiful laugh; it was almost musical. God was everything about this guy prefect.
"Oh Carlisle, I do hope you aren't teasing that young man." Both of them turned to see a young woman in her early twenties. She had black hair and topaz eyes as well. She was petite, almost my height.
"Hello dear, my name is Esme Cullen and this is my husband Carlisle Cullen, who is a doctor at the hospital whom you might have been a patient at if you had fallen. You must be the Dursley boy, Dudley? Your Mother hired me to decorate your house for you, do like your room?" she asked.
"Oh no, I'm not Dudley, I'm Harry…ah…Potter. Dudley is my cousin. Aunt Petunia is my mother's sister and I have lived with them since my parent's passing."
"Oh dear I am so sorry, it must be so hard losing your parents and then having to move. Your Aunt set you up in one of the guest rooms, didn't she? That will not do, it is simply too girly for a boy. I shall call your aunt and will arrange to make it look like a room for a young man. Let me see…" Before she could continue with the line of questioning, Harry interrupted her.
"Mrs. Cullen, it's all right. I live in the attic and you must have misunderstood. My parents passed away when I was fifteen months old. I have lived with the Dursley's for sixteen years now," I said in a rush. Mrs. Cullen was a very fast talker, and when I told her of my parents death, it looked like she wanted to hug me. I wonder what that would be like, a mother's hug?
"You mean that your seventeen, I thought you were younger then that," exclaimed Carlisle, giving me a more detailed look over. But it was hard to see my body with the rags my family call clothes, and I know I had attracted some unwanted attention. Before I could think of a plan to get out of there, Esme decide to talk more.
"Oh Carlisle, Harry is the same age as Edward and Alice." She tilted her head to look at me. "They are two of our five children. The other three are a year older than you and all go to ForksHigh School."
I gave her a disbelieving stare there is no way she could have five children, let alone five children in high school, "I'm sorry, did you just say five children? Oh wait, they're adopted aren't they?" My head finally wrapping around that new fact. Both Esme and Carlisle looked at each other and smiled.
"Oh yes, we adopted five children a long time ago," said a smiling Dr. Cullen. "There is just something so wonderful in coming home to your family after a busy day. They feel more like your home than any four walls ever could."
I was suddenly filled with a deep hatred of the Cullen teens. They had a family, one with two loving parents. It was so easy to see in the way Esme gushed about her children and the proud smile on Carlisle's face that they were completely and totally loved and there I was, this stupid kid, filled with hate because someone had something better then me, and it hurt so much, more then I expected it too. God, I was nearly in tears, except I don't cry, haven't since Uncle Vernon found that money and my hopes of ever leaving had been shattered. I had to get out of here, I had to get away.
Mrs. Cullen still talking about her kids, and how much I reminded her of them, and that I would have to come by and meet them, and that she would cook for me because I was nearly skin and bones, and if I was all right. Her voice was soothing. I couldn't, for the life of me, answer her because I was to far gone in my little panic attack. It was Dr. Cullen that finally broke through my thoughts, by putting a card in my hands.
"Well, Harry we seem to have taken up a bit of your time. Here are my work and home phone numbers. Call me if there is anything you need." He seemed to be talking very slowly, as if not to scare me.
With that, they left me in the middle of the aisle to collect myself. I was entirely grateful to them for that, I hated to show weakness. Though, they did look back several times, and Mrs. Cullen looked like she wanted to run over to me and make sure I was truly all right.
After several deep breaths, I could start to feel my emotions coming back under my control. I looked around and noticed that a few of the plastic bottles that had held soda were melted down into twisted shapes from a heat source, and there soda was dripping on the floor. Seeing that, I left the aisle and went to pay for my purchases, nearly kicking myself for losing my hold on my magic.
There was a community board that was located just near the grocers and I stopped to see if there were any used cars for sale. There were a few, so I grabbed the numbers and put them in my bag. I would call around later to see about prices.
The rest of the walk home was more for calming me. Mentally, I went over Le Guide du Débutant de la Magie de l'Esprit1. The bags I was carrying dug into my hands and the pain helped me to ground myself. It would not due to blow up at the Dursley's just because I was upset. When I arrived back to the house, Dudley ripped the bags out of my hands and dug around in them, hunting for the cookies. Upon finding them, he took off back to watch his shows. Picking up the bags, I headed back to the kitchen and put everything in. Aunt Petunia watched as I put all the money and her receipt on the counter, and I walked up the two flights of stairs to get the attic.
Getting up there, I noticed that the bed had been set up near a round window. It looked out to large tree and I could make out the forest behind the tree. I moved my three boxes closer to the bed and sat down on the old mattress. I opened the first box-it held all my clothes in it. I went through it quickly, setting a large pile of clothes on the floor to mend later, and the rest went into my dresser. The second box contained my bedding and a few mementos that I had picked up through the years. The last box, had the Dursley's looked in it, would have me out on the streets before you knew it. It had all my magic books that I had bought when I was twelve.
It had been five years ago, while I was still in Paris. I had been walking around Le Quartier Latin2 during the Christmas holidays. I was trying to stay away from the Dursley's. I was told to not come back until evening; they did not want me there to ruin their holiday. So I walked the streets, finding ways to get in free to the museums, when I looked up to see a café that wasn't there before. It seemed to have sprung up out of nowhere. Taking a chance, I snuck in and was amazed to see people doing what I could do. Lifting things in the air and vanishing them. The only thing was, they were using these little sticks. (I later found out they were wands.) I had never needed a stick before to make things happen. Walking behind the person I had followed in, they went to this back area, stopped and tapped a wall three times. The back wall fell away to reveal an alleyway filled with more stick waving people.
Walking around, I soon discovered a bookstore and went inside. It took me two hours to find out that what I did was magic, and it took me the rest of the winter holidays to control my magic, or least so that it was more under my control. I could even control it to do what I wanted to do without getting upset.
The day before the break ended I came back and stole a few books: one on controlling your mind, one on basic charms, and one on healing. I felt guilty for days and was worried that my Aunt might find them. I mastered the shrinking and cloaking charms first. The healing book was mastered soon after that.
With my books all hidden away in the attic, I got started on mending my clothes. The Christmas break ended soon and I wanted to be ready for school.
1 The Beginner's Guide to Magic of the Spirit
2 The Latin Quarter – section of Paris, France
