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 7
"Moony! Please stop!"
Harry pushed his enraged guardian with all his might back on the kitchen chair. Remus' eyes were flickering between the normal chocolate brown to the eerie yellow that manifests his werewolf side.
"No, let me go Harry!" Remus' voice had a growling quality and his slowly lengthening nails dig lethally on Harry's pale skin.
"Moony, please come down! You're going to accidentally hurt someone if you succumb to your anger!" Harry was seriously having a hard time in containing his guardian. With the wolfish quality gradually showing because of Remus' anger also comes the extra ordinary strength that werewolves possess.
"I'm going to do worse, I'm gonna kill them! No one hurts my cub!"
With a great leap of power, Remus flung Harry away from him. Harry landed painfully against the glass cabinets holding the silverware, shattering it with Remus' strength and the intensity by Harry's impact. The hopping mad older wizard bounded to the kitchen exit when suddenly, Harry snatched his wand from his inside pocket and shouted a curse at the slowly turning werewolf.
"Pertificus Totalus!"
The effect was instant and Remus limbs suddenly stuck together, frigid, and he slump unceremoniously on the kitchen floor. Harry scrambled to his feet towards his guardian, totally unmindful of the pain surging through his injuries.
"Moony… I'm sorry" Harry stroked Remus' hair in a comforting manner and gazed sorrowfully at him. "I don't want to do this but I don't want you to do something that you'll regret later."
Remus' face still held the savage look of the insane and his eyes continued to flicker and turn from brown to yellow.
"Come on Remus… fight it… I wouldn't free you from the spell unless you come back to me…. The gentle and rational Remus' that I know."
Remus continued to show signs of struggle from the constant wavering and rolling of his eyes when suddenly, a drop of blood fell on his cheeks from the open gash on Harry's cheek which he got from the shattered glasses. Remus eyes suddenly focused and warm teary chocolate orbs stared touchingly at the bloodied face of his cub.
Harry, with shaking hands, lifted the spell from his guardian seeing that he was already back and in control of his mind and actions. Remus reached out and touched the scratches and cuts littered on the usually unblemished skin, saved for the famous lightning bolt scar.
"I'm sorry Harry…. I'm sorry…." Remus sat up as a single tear cascaded down his cheek. "I hurt you when I am the one who swore to protect you…."
Harry touched the hand caressing his face and gripped it in assurance. "I'm fine Moony…. I didn't want you to see me like this but—
"Yes! I shouldn't have seen you like that because you should never be hurt in the first place!" Remus' shouted angrily, more to himself than to Harry.
"Remus, don't think even for a minute that it's your fault! Those who punch and hit me are the criminal, not you!"
"That's why I'm going to tear them apart for doing this to you!" Remus struggled against the hold but found himself on the other side of Harry's wand once again.
"Don't make me do this again Moony…" Harry sighed. He knew that this would happen that's why as soon as he got home, he took a shower and was planning on taking his much needed potions when suddenly, he saw the emerald flames erupt from the fire place, the next thing he knew, he was already battling with a ferocious werewolf.
"But Harry…" Remus complained with a little whine. Despite himself, Harry found the corner of his lips quirking in an attempt to hold the smirk threatening to blossom in his face.
"I'm finding your mood swings amusing Moony" Harry lowered his wand and helped his former professor back on the kitchen chair.
"Only amusing?" Remus asked the mirth back in his eyes.
"Okay, maybe a little perplexing" Harry humored while tapping his chin.
"I'm sorry Harry…" Remus murmured, casting his eyes down.
"Don't…." Harry waved it away "I'm just glad…. That someone cared"
Harry felt arms wound around him and warmth traveled through him that centered in his chest. It felt nice… Harry thought, to have someone to do the fighting and comforting for once. To be the one to be encased in a hug and have the privilege to sink in to oblivion and be cared for… to feel safe. Remus drew back slowly and ruffled Harry's hair affectionately, making it a lot messier.
"You have many people that cared about you Harry" Remus replied, standing up.
Yes… but they're now dead, Harry thought, because of me.
Remus headed for the cupboard and rummaged through his emergency potion stock. He returned with numerous potion bottles and settled it on the table in front of Harry. "Now tell me the extent of your injuries so that I'll know what to give you."
Harry hesitated. He didn't want to see Remus out of control again, which would surely happen if he said how much damage he got.
"No need Remus, I know what potions I'll need."
Harry got five bottles from the heap Remus brought and only glanced at them without needing to look at the labels. Remus noted this sudden knowledge of Harry with potions. He himself would need a minute to think thoroughly of the properties of the potion. Only Severus himself could do what Harry's doing now. Amidst his awe, he failed to register right away the number and the potions his cub required.
"Blood Replenishing Potion, Bruise Salve, Bone Mending Potion, Muscle Fortification Potion and… Appendage Augmentation?!" Remus growled "Pray tell me Harry why you need all this sort of healing and the potion to supplement and strengthen your organs?!"
Harry almost winced. "Moony calm down…. You're losing your control again" Harry coaxed.
Remus took a deep breathe but the hard look in his eyes never left. "Just tell what happened Harry and don't lie!"
"I was attacked by three thugs at school. I managed to beat them but I passed out and someone brought me to the hospital. The doctor said I managed to bruised my spleen, broke two of my ribs which almost punctured my lung." Harry recalled, taking note of the tightening of Remus' fist and the fast beating of the pulse in his neck. "But I'm fine now. I got first aid treatment and after I drink these potions I'll be good as new."
There was a momentary silence before Remus released a shaky breathe "I do hope that they'll get punished for this or else….
Harry let the treat hung in the air before smiling in gratitude at his guardian. "Don't worry Remus, Dr. Cullen would give the school a call tomorrow."
"Dr. Cullen?"
"Yes, he's the one who treated me in the hospital" Harry replied.
"Then I guess I'll have to thank and see him personally" Remus smiled tiredly. "I think I'll drop by the hospital tomorrow"
"About tomorrow Remus… I need to go at a classmate's house for a project" Harry interjected before downing the Blood Replenishing Potion first. He grimaced at the taste.
"You do know that you'll have your training tomorrow, right Harry?" Remus asked "It'll do you no good to be… distracted from your duties"
"Of course" Harry drawled sarcastically "the Boy- Who- Lived can't afford to be side tracked or else I'll get killed by Voldemort or his minions."
"Harry! You know that's not what I meant!"
"Then tell me what you mean!" Harry shouted, banging his hands on the table. "That I'm no more than a tool for Dumbledore and I have no right to have a life of my own?! If that's so then you should have just locked me in here and train me until I drop of exhaustion!"
Things and furniture started to shake and the light in the kitchen started to flicker on and off. In a corner, a china set exploded into tiny pieces of porcelain.
"Harry, I never said—
"You never say what you mean! All of you!" Harry raged "you let me run blindly into danger because you never explained anything to me! You keep on saying it's for my safety but look where it got you! Because of you keeping me always in the dark, Sirius got killed!!!"
Harry's throat constricted and he looked trembling at Remus' still and shock form. Silence ensued and the rattles stopped ominously.
"I- I…" Harry stuttered. Right then, Harry did the most unGryffindor thing he's ever done. He scooped his potions and turned tail towards his room.
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"Vampires!"
Huh?
A hand banged on the desk in front of Harry and the snarling face of Mad- Eye Moody appeared surepptitiously. His magical eye ball whizzed around irritatingly and Harry held back the sneer that threatened to blossom in his face. He would never tell it to anyone but he never liked Alastor Moody. He knew that the one he met in his fourth year was an imposter but it never changed the fact that he greatly abhors that eye of his that seemed to look right through him. It doesn't also help that the real Mad- Eye Moody seemed to be as maniacal in his teaching method as Barty Crouch Jr. was.
"Seems like Mr. Potter's off to dream land while everyone in the Order's trying their best to aid you in defeating the Dark Lord." Moody snarled in his face.
Harry clenched his fist under the table and gave his professor a fake smile "I'm sorry professor, maybe you could repeat what you said?"
"This is the last time I'll do this Potter! If I'm a Death Eater, I won't nudge you before I fire the killing curse!"
Harry sighed mentally. He'd been thinking of his row with Remus all night and the bugs under his night are a testimony of his sleepless night. At least, when he woke up, the cuts and bruises already faded and he's not having a hard time breathing anymore.
"Vampires. What do you know about vampires Potter?" Moody questioned pointedly, shuffling away towards the board. One of the rooms was cast a spell so that whatever class Harry's having would magically rearrange itself to accommodate his lessons.
"I don't really have an extensive knowledge about vampires, sir, only the usual" Harry responded.
"And what's the usual Potter?" Moody grumbled.
"Enhanced senses, inhuman strength and marble hard skin" Harry shrugged. To be totally honest, Harry had been conducting a self study and research over the course of the previous summer which explains his surprising knowledge about potions and other subjects. But he really never had the time to research about magical creatures when there's mountain of books about spells and potions he still needs to read.
"Correct but those are only some of the characteristics of a vampire." Moody paced restlessly "You need to know more than that if you're going to face them at the other side of the battle field."
"Face them sir?"
"Yes, face them! Voldemort had already made the alliance with these dark creatures for the final battle so if you want to survive before you find yourself face to face with the Dark Lord, you need to know as much as you need about vampires!" Moody explained with eyes burning in hatred.
Suddenly, Mad-Eye Moody's blue magical eye shifted dead on Harry's own emerald one. "Next meeting Potter, I want you to be able to tell me the most effective ways to kill a vampire."
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Vampires which dated back as early as the 6th century in European culture, are beings referred to as undead that sucks the blood from its prey which are humans. They are technically called 'undead' for they are literally speaking, dead but which that comes to dwell with the living.
In contradiction to the muggle definition of these dark creatures, they are not affected or harmed by the sight of the sun, garlic or by holy wooden stakes. They have reflections and are also capable of eating human food, though their bodies are unable to digest it and they must cough it up later. They do not have to breathe, but typically find it uncomfortable to be without a sense of smell.
All vampires possess supernatural beauty, allowing them to lure in prey. Their skin is extremely cold and flawless pale and has the texture and feel of marble; in direct sunlight it sparkles. Newborn vampires have bright red eyes, though they fade to a deeper crimson over the course of a year.
All vampires' eyes grow darker with thirst, eventually fading to black, and they only tire from lack of blood. All vampires are described as having superhuman strength, with the ability to uproot trees, throw cars, and crush metal and are immortal. Newborn vampires are known to be exceptionally strong during their first year because of the excessive amount of human blood still in their systems. Vampires have very keen senses and are able to see and hear clearly for miles and move with such speed that they become a blur to human eyes.
Vampires are unable to sleep, and thus spend all days and nights awake. After the transformation from human to vampire, a certain ability becomes enhanced, sometimes resulting in a specialized skill. While not definite, the theory behind these special abilities is that the power is reminiscent of the individual's original personality—
Harry shut the 'Vampires in the World of Darkness' irritatingly, making him cough as the dust particles accumulated became airborne with the force of his action. This is the third book he read about the subject of the vampires but each book told him no effective way to kill a vampire. When he looked at the publish date of the books in the library, he almost groaned. They were all dated back almost a century ago.
No wonder they held so little information. At that time, vampires were more elusive and few in numbers to have concrete information yet. Upon further scouting in the quaint library they've built in the house, Harry finally gave up in searching for anymore books concerning vampires. The 'Vampires in the World of Darkness' was the last book he could find.
With a sighed, he checked his wrist watch: 12:15. He was supposed to have his lesson with Snape later but an emergency Death Eater meeting came up and he wouldn't have anything to do until his Transfiguration lesson with Remus at four.
Upon a minute of calculations and planning, he decided to drive to Port Angeles and looked for a bookstore that could sell him what he needed. Harry remembered that there is a small wizarding community in there and there's a possibility this could help him in his research.
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"Excuse me miss, may I inquire if Dr. Cullen is currently available?"
The young woman in her early twenties shifted uncomfortably as the rate of the beating of her heart suddenly accelerated. The man looked kind enough, albeit a little rugged but he couldn't help but feel a trickle of fear and nervousness creep in her. There's just something about him….
"Can I get your name sir?" The woman asked, congratulating herself for not stuttering.
"Remus Lupin" the man smiled warmly. The woman, who is a nurse, mentally berated herself for fearing this kind and gentle man. She scanned over her clip board.
"I'm sorry but I don't think you have an appointment—
"Oh no, I'm sorry this visit is abrupt but I would really like to meet him. I'm the guardian of Mr. Harry Potter. I believe he's been brought here yesterday?"
The nurse's face lit up like a Christmas tree as recognition flash through her. Who wouldn't remember that young man? He's absolutely gorgeous and every nurse that laid eyes on his unconscious face couldn't help but blush.
"Y-Yes of course, Dr. Cullen's office's down the hall third door on the left side"
"Thank you" Remus smiled pleasantly. After he turned his back on the nurse, a tired sigh escaped his lips. Though many tried to hide it, he could still smell the fear lingering in them even if they themselves don't acknowledge it, though Remus couldn't blame them. Deep down, humans can sense the wolf in him and unconsciously, became weary of him.
After a few quick strides, Remus could already see the door the nurse was telling him about when a foul smell suddenly hit his nostrils. He froze and a growl escaped his lips. He continued to walk towards the door with a golden plate nailed into it.
Dr. Carlisle Cullen
Remus shifted soundlessly and he could see that the door was ajar a little bit. He quickly cast a disillusion charm on him and he quickly blended with his surroundings like a chameleon. He peered inside.
Dr. Cullen has his back on the door so Remus couldn't see the features of the man. Still, his scent already is more than a proof of Remus' theory. Suddenly, Carlisle became frigid and he swiftly turned towards the door, his eyes narrowed and sniffing.
Too fast for a human…
Even before Carlisle reached and yanked the door open, Remus was already down the hall, still invisible. The scent, the speed and the pale skin was all he needed to see.
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"Welcome dear, how can I help you?" an elderly woman greeted Harry as he entered the antique bookstore he passed by. At first, he thought it was a magical place since people just kept on walking pass it like they couldn't see the bookstore but upon further observation, he discovered that muggles in general really just don't care about a shop that sold things older than them.
The first time Harry saw the elderly woman behind the dusty counter, he could tell straight away that she was a squib. Years with Mrs. Figgs taught him to be more sensitive about wizard's magical core.
"Nothing, I mean I'll just look around."
Harry flattened his hair on his forehead in habit though his scar was already hidden. No one should know that he's in Forks and he wouldn't take chances that the old woman may have any contact in the Wizarding world in Britain. He shifted through book shelves for a minute before totally giving up.
The whole place was mess, no wonder no one goes there. The books and shelves were all dusty with age; unrecognizable trinkets which Harry doubts are for sale were littered on the floor. Books were not categorized and were just in jumbled heap and cobwebs infested not only the ceilings but the furniture as well. The place eerily reminded him of Grimauld Place.
"Umm, excuse me, but I think I would need your assistance" Harry found his way back to the counter and asked.
"I'd be happy to help a fine young man such as you… now what book is you particularly looking for?"
Harry hesitated at first. He wouldn't really like to disclose such straight forward fact about his research. "Dark Creatures… is there by any chance you're selling books about dark creatures?"
The old woman clapped her hands in delight "Oh! I think I just might have what you're looking for! But I think you need to be a little specific. We have books about Incubi, Werewolves, shape- shifters, vampires—
"Can I see the books about the vampires?" Harry tried not to sound too eager.
"Actually I only have one book about that subject, let me look for it for a moment."
The old woman disappeared and rummaged through her stocks under the counter and right after a minute emerged triumphantly with a thick book.
"Here it is" she handed it to Harry.
'The Twilight of Vampires in the Modern Times' Harry read. He scanned the contents for a minute before he decided to buy it.
"It's your dear, you don't have to pay it" the old woman shook her head.
"But—
"It's fine really. It's just a personal collection and I'm through reading it anyway." She replied "And I really do think that you need it more than I do"
"Thanks… I guess" Harry smiled at her before walking towards the door.
"Oh, and before you go…" the woman called out "there's more to them than what that book contains, discover them for yourself" she gave a final wink.
Harry was confused by her words but just nodded and exited the bookstore. The crowd's chatter and bustle surprised him a little after spending his time in the isolated store. He heard his stomach grumble and was surprise to discover that it was already half past two. He decided to take a walk and look for a restaurant.
After half an hour of walking, he noticed that there were only a few people in the streets and buildings started to decreased. Harry decided to just return to his car near the bookstore and just head home when he suddenly felt a tingling sensation of being watched. He took deep breathes and could see shadows lurking somewhere.
Harry quickened his steps and tried to think rationally. If those were Death Eaters, he'd have to be ready. He touched his wand in assurance inside his jacket and felt comforted at the feel of the 11 inch wood. He could now hear their footsteps following in synch with him and stole a glance behind him.
Harry almost laughed out loud.
No dark cloaked and masked creatures. There were only four drunk men behind him. He doesn't know if he should laugh at his stupidity or sigh in relief. Sure he was outnumbered nut unlike before, he's prepared to use his wand.
Harry tried to lose them but since they were practically the only people in the streets, that plan was futile. Harry just let them followed him beside a deserted road before turning to confront them.
"Do you need anything?" Harry asked, maintaining the distance between them. He was now thinking of the suitable curse he could use on them.
The four thugs laughed, as if sharing a private joke between them. One of them, a blonde, which caused Harry to snort, stepped forward towards him.
"We'd just like to ask if you'll like to accompany us." He grinned lecherously.
"Sorry, I don't go out with strangers"
The men started to circulate on him like a pack of vultures but Harry maintained his ground.
"Come on pretty, we'll have such a good time" they laughed once again, their breathe causing Harry to crinkle his nose.
Pretty?! Harry fumed inside. He was actually just thinking of using stupefy or even maybe obliviate but he suddenly had second thoughts. Maybe Sectumsempra is a lot more preferable. If he could cast it on Malfoy, surely he could do it again on these drunken thugs.
"I suggest you leave me alone and look for someone who's willing to play your games." Harry bristled
"Oh, but we want you!" the blonde one made a move to grab him but Harry was prepared for it. He shuffled back and pointed his wand at the man.
"Step back now before you get hurt" Harry warned.
"What's this?! A stick?!" they continued to closed on him with a leer. "That can't hurt me!"
Harry smiled dangerously and was about to jinx them when a screeching noise assaulted their ear drums causing them all to look at the source. A familiar silver Volvo appeared and drove towards them in high speed. It came it a halt near them, almost bumping the four men which caused them to lose their footing and to tumble on the ground.
"Hey! What do you think are you doing?! You could have killed us!" one of them shouted angrily. Amidst it all, Harry pocketed his wand once again.
A livid Edward climbed off the car. The blonde tried to make a move towards him when Edward growled at him with threatening eyes. Even Harry felt a flash of fear upon seeing Edward. There was something completely different about him…. Something predatory. He quickly grabbed Harry's clothed arm and in all manner of speaking tossed him beside the driver's seat.
The still fear stricken thugs could only watch as the silver Volvo got back on the road and sped away like they have a death wish.
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"What are you doing there Edward?!" Harry shouted, still angry at being manhandled. "And slow down for Merlin's sake!" Harry was worried that Edward might cause an accident as he whizzed pass cars without even looking at the side mirrors.
"I should be the one who should ask you that question Harry" Edward gritted as his grip on the stirring wheel tightened "Do you know what could have happened to you if I didn't came?!"
"I know what would have happened!" Harry shouted back "Nothing! You don't know anything!"
"I know! I do know!" Edward's voice rose as he looked at Harry with rage swirling in his eyes. Harry was muddled to see that instead of the usual light brown, Edward's eyes were almost black. "You're the one who doesn't know anything! You don't know what they're thinking about you!"
"Thinking about me?! What are you now Edward, some mind- reader?!" Harry didn't notice the stiffening of Edward's form as he continued to give him a piece of his mind. "You shouldn't have been there; I could take care of myself without you!"
"Oh really?! Is getting beat up by Jessica's boyfriend your way of taking care of yourself?! Because if you do, you're seriously a mad masochist!"
"I'm not talking about this with you, stop the car!" Harry growled angrily.
"What?! Why would—
"I said stop the fucking car Edward!"
The silver Volvo drove towards the side lane and upon reaching the soil ground, stopped abruptly with a jerk.
Harry quickly opened the side door and climbed off. He started to walk back when Edward called after him, he too outside the car, his arm resting on the roof.
"Where are you going Harry?! It's a long way back!"
Harry stopped walking and turned angrily towards Edward at a distance. "I don't care as long as it's far from you!" When Harry turned his back on him, he was shocked to see a black van heading his way. It obviously losing control as it zigzags towards the still frozen form of Harry. Harry closed his eyes and braced himself for the inevitable impact but what he didn't expect is to feel a strong cold arm wound around him and to be pressed protectively on a familiar broad chest.
There was the sound a metal bending and Harry snapped his eyes open, his emerald orbs staring disbelievingly at the handsome face of Edward Cullen.
"E- Edwrard…?"
How did he get there…?
Harry and Edward were both slumped on the ground when the van's door opened and a man climbed down fretting upon seeing them in front of his car.
"Oh my god… did I hit you?! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! Should I bring you to the hospital?!—
Edward still had an arm around Harry as he supported him to stand up. He could vaguely hear Edward talking to the man, reassuring him, but all Harry could concentrate on is the bent metal in front of the van where Edward's other hand was when they were still on the ground.
Edward couldn't have….
Harry was still locked in his own mind and functioned on autopilot mode as Edward guided him back in the Volvo and strapping him with the seat belt. Harry responded with Edward's bout of questions about his condition only with nods and shakes of the head.
Upon reaching Harry's house, Edward killed the engine and silence permeated. Harry could recall murmuring a thanks and climbing off the car. He was about to head for the front door when Edward followed him until there's only a couple of feet distance between them.
"Are you sure you're okay Harry? I could take you to the hospital—
"Are you hungry Edward?" Harry asked slowly, looking at Edward's dark eyes, recalling something from the books he has read that morning.
'All vampires' eyes grow darker with thirst, eventually fading to black' a voice whispered at the back of his mind
"What? Harry I don't think you're okay" Edward reached out towards Harry and settled a hand on his cheek.
Cold…. Harry's eyes widen.
'Their skin is extremely cold and flawless pale'
"Harry?" Edward shook him but all he could think of was the things he read in the 'Vampires in the World of Darkness'
'All vampires are described as having superhuman strength, with the ability to uproot trees, throw cars, and crush metal' the bent metal on the van a while ago…..
'Vampires have very keen senses and are able to see and hear clearly for miles and move with such speed that they become a blur to human eyes.' How'd he get so fast in front of him even before the van? He was at the back with his car…
'Vampires are unable to sleep' the dark shadows under his eyes…
'After the transformation from human to vampire, a certain ability becomes enhanced, sometimes resulting in a specialized skill' he could recall Edward's exact words…
"You don't know what they're thinking about you!"
"Thinking about me?! What are you now Edward, some mind- reader?!"
Harry finally snapped out of the haze his mind was enveloped with since the accident and looked at Edward straight in his eyes. He doesn't need to push Edward in the sunlight and see his skin sparkle nor does he have to know what Edward's true age is to truly believe what his mind was telling him.
With barely a whisper, Harry muttered the dreaded word that would change everything.
"Vampire…"
The last thing he saw was a pair of dark astonished eyes before Edward blurred out from his vision and was tackled roughly on the ground.
To be continued…
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