Author's note at end about certain things in the story.

Smaragdus arcanum Lunam

Cloud Sorano

3


Harry knew where he was; he was at the King's Cross Station, but it was all white, and there was no one else around him. He walked some way down the platform, searching. Not a train in sight nor a soul.

"Well, I have not expected you here this early." Harry twirled around to find Albus Dumbledore approaching him.

"Professor!" Harry said, surprised.

Albus looked upon Harry with a grave expression and clasped his hands in front of his white and silver robe. "You're early, but matter not. Walk with me," He turned and walked down the platform. Harry jogged to catch up with the wizened wizard. He glanced to find a deformed and emaciated person under a bench.

"Professor, what is that?"

Albus looked over his shoulder and replied with sorrow in his voice, "Something beyond either of our help. A part of Voldemort sent here to die."

Harry snapped his head to the taller man. "And exactly where are we?"

Albus chuckled, "I was gonna ask you that."

Harry glanced around again. "Well, it looks like King's Cross station," he paused and added, "Only cleaner… and without all the trains."

"King's Cross, is that right?" Albus asked as he sat down on the next bench. He waved his hand around, "This is as they say, 'your' party." He looked to the young man sitting down next to him. "I expect you now realize you and Voldemort…" He glanced to the poor soul, "have been connected by something other than fate."

Harry turned his head to look at what's left of Voldemort—curled in a fetal position, small like a child, but ugly and skin raw and stripped. He felt sorry for them being. Then it hit him, and he snapped his head to the other wizard. "You're saying… Was I a Horcrux? Wait, I died." Then it all came back to him. He grasped his chest and looked down to see that he was intact, and his chest was not ripped open.

Albus watched Harry for a moment and bowed his head. "You wonderful, brave young man. I had expected that you would have figured it out and die by Voldemort's hand. It was something I assumed that had to be done to remove that soul from you. However…" he shook his head. "I never accounted for that you would be vulnerable on your journey. Sheer dumb luck."

Harry rolled his eyes and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. "Sheer dumb luck," he echoed. "Story of my life." He shook his head. "Well, Hermione did something and sent me somewhere else, and I died in someone's arm." He remembered the beautiful face and golden eyes. Oddly, he finds himself missing the person intensely and wondered why. He had no idea who he was, but there was the pain of missing someone in his chest, and it was intense.

"Yes," Albus murmured. "Unexpectedly. Interesting spell, that one."

"What was it?" Harry asked, rubbing his chest, trying to alleviate the pain.

Albus blinked, "Hm? Oh yes… that spell your brilliant friend used. It's ancient. It translates into 'where it is most needed.' Rather a broad spell…" He murmured to himself and stroked his long beard. "It is intended to use for an object, sending it to where it is needed the most. But I suppose, in a spur of the moment, thought that you needed help the most and hoped to send you somewhere where you could get one."

Harry frowned. "But it sent me to someone instead. Somewhere in a meadow. He looked like Cedric."

Albus nodded. "Yes, but that wasn't Cedric. That spell, while Hermione had good intention behind it, rather sent you to someone who needed you the most."

The young wizard sat back up straight and turned to Albus. "What? You're saying that Cedric-lookalike needed me?"

Pursing his lips, Albus stroked his beard once again and peered over his half-moon glasses. "That was the intention of the spell itself."

"So now, what?" Harry asked, gesturing to the remain of Voldemort. "That's done deal. Do I move on or what? Am I dead?"

"Oh, you are dead, that's for sure," Albus said as if it was about the weather. "You died. But, Death is in your control now."

Harry closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Knowing Albus' tendency of vague answers. "Okay… I am dead. I get to control when I die. I remember telling Death that I wasn't ready."

Albus's eyes twinkled. "Indeed."

Harry stood up. "I have to go back?"

"Oh, that's up to you."

"I've a choice?"

Albus nodded. "Oh, yeah. We're in King's Cross, you say. I think if so decide, you'll be able to board a train." As he said the word, the train horn whistled, and a gleaming white version of Hogwart's Express rolled into the station.

"And where will it take me?"

"On."

Harry then remembered something. "Voldemort has the Elder Wand?"

Albus chuckled. "Just like your parents, brilliant. It's true."

Harry nodded. "And the snake is still alive?"

"Yes."

"I have nothing to kill it with."

"Help will always be given at Hogwarts, Harry." Albus stood up and walked over to the train and pushed the door open. "To those who ask for it. I've always prided myself on my ability to turn a phrase." He turned to Harry, who approached him. "Words are, in my not so humble opinion, almost inexhaustible source of magic." He held up a finger, "Capable of inflicting injury and remedies. But I would, in this case, amend my original statement to this: Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who deserve it. Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living." He lowered his hand to clasp Harry's shoulder. "And above all… all those who live without love."

Harry stared up at the old wizard's face. "Love."

"I daresay you'll find it soon. An interesting spell that one." Albus said as he stepped back and turned away, throwing over his shoulder, "I'll be going now, Harry."

Harry grasped the bar to pull himself up onto the train. "Professor?" He saw Albus pause and turn his head and asked, "Is this all real? Or is it just happening inside my head?"

Albus chuckled. "Of course, it's happening inside your head, Harry. Why should that mean that it's not real?"

"Professor?" Harry asked again. "What should I do?" Then Albus faded away from the platform, "Professor!" He watched as the details of the train stations fade away, the whiteness shrouding him.


It was dark. Voices were talking above. Then he could feel fingers running through his hair. Ah, that's right, his eyes were closed. He opened them and stared up; his vision blurred for a moment, and he realizes he was staring at something so minuscule in the air, a speck of dust floating in the light from the sun. He shifted his sight and saw that there was a ceiling above him. He studied the wooden grain details, amazed at how he could see the line and grooves so clearly. A figure to his left shifted, and he flicked his eyes, meeting the familiar golden eyes.

The green eyes locked with the golden ones for a while. He wondered who the beautiful man was and why did he ever think he looked like Cedric. The resemblance was there, but that was it; Cedric had brown hair and brown eyes. This man was much more; ethereal would have been an apt description. He found that he could stare at him forever and not get tired. He wondered why he was so fascinated with the man.

"Ah, I am flattered," The man said softly, then he asked, "Are you all right now?"

Harry gave a small nod, smiling because the man's voice was so pleasing to his ear. He pushed himself up and turned to sit at the edge of the cot he was on. He watched as the man step back. Then he saw movements to the side and turned to find several more beautiful people. They were beautiful but not as beautiful as the man in front of him. They looked wary of him, watching, muscles coiled as if ready to fight or flee. Harry frowned and turned back to the man in front of him and asked, "Where am I?"

The man looked surprised and smiled that crooked smile. It made him so devastatingly handsome, and Harry felt that if he were standing, his knees would have gone weak. "We're outside a small town of Forks, in Washington."

Harry frowned as he tried to recall where this Washington was. "America? I am in America?"

The other man nodded bemusedly. "Where did you think you were?"

Standing up, Harry moved his limbs, finding no pain or stiffness, but rather fluidity and grace. "I am from Britain. The last thing I remember, I was somewhere in the wood between England and Scotland, I think." He shook his head, realizing something. "Pardon my rudeness; I am Harry Potter."

The other man's eyebrow rose. "Edward Cullen. These are my family." He gestured to the others that were standing at the other end of the room, watching curiously. He stepped up and grasped Harry's arm gently. Harry looked down to the hand on his arm and then back to the other man, smiling. He allowed Edward to guide him over to the others. He gestured to the taller blond man, that looked like he could have been a relative of the Malfoy, but with kindness to his face, "Our father, Carlisle Cullen, his wife, Esme." He pointed to the woman next to him, with brown hair that curled around her shoulder, looking very motherly despite how young she looked. He moved his hand to the group's pixie, the smaller female with dark hair feathering her smiling face. "That's Alice, my sister, and her husband, Jasper Hale." The man behind Alice had honey-gold hair and a frown on his face as if he was trying to figure him out. Next to him was a blond-haired woman who looked like she belonged on the magazine's front cover had a perfect Malfoy sneer on her face. "Rosalie Hale, his sister, and there's Emmett, her husband." He finally finished with the giant burly man next to Rosalie.

Alice smiled and clapped her hands, and she nearly squealed. "Welcome to America! Oh, this is going to be interesting!"

Jasper, who was behind her, frowned. "How is it possible?"

Harry turned to Edward, a questioning look on his face. Edward chuckled and shrugged. "He's confused… actually, we all are. You're a newborn vampire, and it's very unusual for one to be very calm as you are."

Harry glanced to the others. They looked on at him curiously. "And that is not normal?" He asked.

Jasper answered, "No. They usually go into bloodlust and are uncontrollable. You are too calm."

The blond-haired woman frowned, "Doesn't it bother you that you're now a vampire, one of us?" She had known that Edward had to change him to save his life like she had done to Emmett a long time ago. Alice had filled in everyone while they were cleaning and dressing Harry.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, "I never really had choices in my life, so this isn't any different. At least I'm alive," He glanced down to his chest and rested his hand over where his heart was. "Well, in a sense." He looked back up to the scowling blonde, "I still have unfinished things to do. Might as well take what I can." The giant man blew a whistle.

Jasper asked curiously, "Don't you feel the burn in your throat?"

Harry tilted his head and reached his throat, and shook his head. "No. Should I?"

Rosalie snarled, "Impossible! You look and smell like a vampire, but you don't even feel the bloodlust?"

"Rosalie," Carlisle said, stopping the blonde. "I think there is an answer to why you're not reacting as we expected you to." Harry looked at the man and nodded. "One question… Are you a wizard?"

Edward knew the answer; he had seen it all in the young vampire's head. He said nothing, allowing the new one to answer. After all, it was his show now.

"Yes. Does that make a difference?"

Carlisle smiled. "Perhaps, we should move to the living room and sit down. It's going to be an interesting conversation." He gestured to the door. "Edward, would you please?"

Edward reached out and grasped Harry's elbow gently, to not startle him. Harry turned to him, and he smiled, "Come on, I'll show you the way." He led the young man through the house to the living room.

Harry took in the house as they made their way to the front of the house. He noted it was big, airy, and spacious. There were a lot of windows too, and he could see the beautiful forest surrounding the house. The nerves in his elbow tingled under the other vampire's hand, and Harry decided it was a good feeling. They approached the open space living area with white couches around. Edward stopped and gestured for Harry to pick a place to sit.

Harry moved to the loveseat and sat down. He looked up to Edward, and his eyes flickered to space beside himself. Edward cocked a grin and moved to sit next to Harry.

The others followed and took their places around the room on the other couches. Carlisle sat across from Harry, his wife next to him. She gave him a motherly smile, and Harry felt at ease. He didn't know why, but they made him feel very welcoming. He glanced to Jasper, who had furrowed brows and grasping onto Alice, who chose to sit on his lap. Emmett took the other loveseat and lounged back, spreading his legs in front of him. The blonde perched onto the armrest next to him, her face pinched in a scowl. Well, that one would be a bit of a challenge, Harry thought.

"How is it your eyes are not red?" Rosalie asked, her head tilted as she watched the new vampire warily. She doesn't trust that this vampire is so calm and collective.

Carlisle chuckled. "Rosalie, it has a lot to do with him being a wizard." He turned back to Harry, "I met a vampire a long time ago. He was like you, a wizard before he turned. Interesting man. There are Wiz," he gestured to Harry and explained for the benefit of his family, "witches and wizards, and there are non-magical people."

"Muggles," Harry supplied, catching on to what Carlisle was trying to explain. "So there is a vampire version of wizards and muggles. You all would be muggle vampires, and I am the wizard vampire. I get it."

The older vampire nodded and continued, "Wiz vampires retain their eye colors and magic after turning. That was as much I knew. But they are also able to control their bloodlust and not lash out after turning. Fascinating how magic works."

Harry cocked his head in confusion. "You are saying that when you, I mean, muggles, turn into a vampire, you go..." he gesticulated, "berserk?"

Jasper frowned and replied, "Yes. Newborns are stronger, faster but have unstable bloodlust that may last perhaps a year or two before calming down. But it won't be close to a century that they finally have full control over their thirst."

Harry ran his hand through his hair, "Well, I feel normal..." he scrunched his face up as if having a second thought, "better than normal, I mean, the eyesight, hearing, smell and all that."

He then held up his hand, and suddenly, a blue flame appeared above his palm. "My magic feels stronger and in control. I do not even need a wand anymore." Everyone had jumped back in surprise as the flame appeared. Then Harry moved his hand toward Edward. "This won't burn you. It's called Bluebell flame, waterproof too."

Edward eyed the flame dubiously. It looked like a fire but in pale blue with a white core. He cautiously reaches out, and he could feel the gentle heat from the flame. His eyes flickered up to find Harry grinning and a tiny nod. He then ran his hand over the flame, surprised only to feel the warmth. Then he started to poke at it, not getting burned before he retracted his hand, grinning in return, amazed at the magical flame.

Harry closed his hand, and the flame vanished. He grew serious again. "I need to return to Britain."

Edward started and asked, "But..." he went silent after seeing a somber look upon Harry's face.

"I have to finish what I was set to do. There's a war going on in the wizarding world there. Then after that- if I survive," Harry frowned. "I don't know."

Carlisle held a hand out in offering gesture, "Stay a few days, at least, let us help you adapt to being a vampire. It sounds like, from where you're coming from, you need a break, even a short one."

Harry looked up and took a few seconds to consider it. He closed his eyes and held out his hand as if waving a wand, but with his palm open, "Expecto Patronum." A powerful burst of light exploded from his palm, taking a form into a majestic ghostly stag with impressive antlers. He opened his eyes and spoke to it, "Ron, Hermione. I hope you both are safe. I am okay, and I will return when I am ready. Send a reply as soon as you can." The stag bowed his head and then bounded in the air. It made a circle around the group before vanishing through the window like a star toward the east.

"What was that?" Emmett asked, echoing everyone's thoughts and feelings, astounded.

Harry smiled. "A Patronus. It's a powerful spell that acts as a guardian. It requires a strong, happy memory to cast it. Used to fight against a dark creature, but also to send communication over a long distance quickly without an interception." Edward was awed. Esme clapped her hands, impressed. Alice grinned, laying her head on Jasper, and Emmett chuckled. Carlisle looked intrigued, stroking his chin.

Jasper asked, "A war, you said?" He recognized the look in the young vampire's eyes. He could see that the other man was a soldier.

Harry nodded and ran a hand through his hair, trying to decide if he should reveal some details or not. He wasn't sure if he should trust this vampire coven. Vampire in the wizarding world was rare and classified by the Ministry of Magic as a dangerous creature. They kept to themselves, but few do interact with the wizards.

Edward reached out and grasped Harry's hand. "You can trust us. We're halfway around the world, and we have no agenda against you. Rather, we should be the one not to trust you."

Alice bounced on Jasper's lap, nodding. "Yes. Edward's right."

The blond female vampire glared at her sister dubiously. "Alice, what do you see about him?"

Harry looked confused. Edward chuckled softly and grasped Harry's hand before releasing, withdrawing his hand. Harry glanced over to the other man, finding that he was missing the feel of his hand holding his. "Some of us have gifts; Alice can see the future, depending on the decision the person makes." Edward explained, gesturing to her, and then to Jasper, "He is an empath, he sense and control emotions around him. He was ready to throw his ability on you the moment you woke up, to help keep you under control."

"And that's why he's upset…" Harry replied and turned to Jasper. "Sorry about that." Jasper shook his head as if saying that there was nothing to forgive.

Edward shifted, drawing Harry's attention back to him. "And I can read minds."

Harry's eyebrow rose. "Oh…" Then he looked serious, keeping his eyes locked onto Edward.

Edward's eyes widened as he realizes he could not hear Harry's mind anymore. "What? How?" Then he heard in his head, 'It's a skill called Occlumency, I can block you from my mind. And I can read yours now using Legilimency.' Then he was able to hear Harry's mind again.

Harry shook his head, "I don't have much practice in that, but I suppose I'll get better later on. It's a difficult skill to do. I was horrible at it before." He chuckled. "I suppose being a vampire helped."

He then turned to everyone else. "In short, yes, there is a war going on between wizards in Britain. A dark wizard is trying to take over the wizarding Britain, and- I'm the only one who can stop him. I was on the run for nearly a year with two of my best friends, trying to find a way to stop him. He killed many of us and is dangerous. He has to be stopped. I got hurt while running from his lackey and my friend, Hermione, a brilliant witch, cast a spell sending me here. I guess I was far gone that I was almost dead when I arrived."

Esme gasped, looking as if she was going to cry. "Oh, you poor dear, so young!"

Edward frowned. He remembered the flashbacks he saw in Harry's mind. Harry had been doing this since he was a babe. He wanted to talk to him, but alone. He finally found his mate but didn't want to lose him. There was so much to discuss. Currently, his biggest fear was losing Harry.

Carlisle stood. "Thank you. I believe it would be a good idea if you feed." He saw Harry's frightened look. "No, we do not feed on humans. Only animals. Edward will take you while Esme and Alice set you up in the guest room."

Harry nodded, "thank you."

Emmett jumped to his feet and nudged toward Jasper. "Come on, let's hunt." The two retreated.

Rosalie stood up and asked, "would you be joining us at school this week?"

Edward looked up at his sister and shook his head. "I don't think he will. I'm going to stay with him this week and help him. So I'll be absent."

Rosalie's eyebrow rose, "And what about Bella?"

Harry watched the two and was curious as to who Bella was. He was surprised to feel a small jolt of jealousy.

Edward balked. He was surprised as he realized that he had completely forgotten all about Bella since Harry appeared in his life. "Uh, tell her something!" He stood and grimaced at the thought of the girl. How was he going to deal with Bella, now that he found his true mate? He glanced at Harry and explained, "Uh, Bella's my girlfriend. She's human."

Harry felt his brows trying to furrows, but he maintained control, and coolly replied, "Oh, I see."

Edward coughed slightly and gestured to the door, "Come on. Let's hunt. I am sure you're thirsty."

"I do feel a bit hungry," Harry replied as he followed Edward out of the door and into the wood.


AN:

This is not a slow burn. If you really think about it, between Rosalie and Emmett, I am pretty sure they got on together real fast. Same went for Alice and Jasper, and Carlisle and Esme. Vampires do not do anything slow, but fast and intense. Only thing that Edward was slow with Bella because she was human and he wanted to take his time with her, to make sure she was making the right choice in the books. We'll get to Bella, Jacob, and eventually back to Britain. I am thinking this story will be 20ish chapters. It will just mostly focus on Harry and Edward, and Harry Potter series than Twilight Saga.

I'd love to hear what you think about the story so far. It's been so long since I wrote anything fiction related, I feel rusty.