AN: I felt the need to put this up here after two reviews from one very rude person, but I considered it and decided to ignore the person (since I can't delete the reviews because it was from a logged-in reviewer). I know there will be criticism and accept them, but I will not accept criticism if it's offered rudely as the person had done so.

This story is NEW as it was first published online a couple of weeks ago. Period. I've never read Harry/Edward pairing until a month ago and read a few of them, and I was inspired to write my take on the pairing. None, I mean, NONE of them are the same as what I wrote. I try to write stories that people has not written many times. This is my creation, my idea, and I write as I go along from my mind. If you believe you've read this story somewhere else before, prove it to me.


Smaragdus arcanum Lunam

Cloud Sorano

11

Carlisle placed the phone back on the receiver, having finished talking to Bill Black, updating the Quileute elder about the nomad vampires. The nomad vampires are becoming a serious issue. They seem to be evading them and the wolves and attacking several more people. He had been in contact with Billy Black and learned that the wolf pack had added few more members. It was now in a total of eleven young natives, the youngest being fifteen.

He rubbed his face, mentally weary. He picked up the framed picture from his desk, eyes roaming over the portraits of his adopted children. He smiled amusedly, fingering a photo of Harry tucked in the frame next to Edward. Alice had somehow gotten a picture of the young British vampire and snuck in the picture. He worried for them. Alice had several visions of the war, but not the outcome. She reported it was violent and dangerous, as there were giants, trolls, werewolves. The dark-robed wizards had them worried; they were vicious, lashing out dark spells and flying around; they seemed to be powerful, or much more than vampires. But the war had not yet come to fruition, but it would happen soon in the next few days. Alice had tried to see the outcome but could not, and this worried everyone because it could mean two things; one, the decision has not been made, or two, both Edward and Harry perished.

Carlisle placed the frame down and grabbed the book that had been sitting on his desk. Harry had bought the book from the Seattle Magic District on Vampires for him to read. He had not found the time until now to read it. He was curious about what the wizards have to say about Vampires and how they fit in their world. He opened the deep red leather-bound book and started to read.

A few hours later, Esme came into the office to find Carlisle standing at the window, looking out to the darkened wood. "Carlisle, what is wrong? Jasper says he sensed a deep worry from you."

Carlisle softly smiled at his wife and pulled her into a hug as she came close. He buried his nose in her chestnut hair, inhaling her sweet fragrant. He had gone three centuries without a mate, traveling the world, and then came upon Esme when she was a young girl and knew she was it. But she was too young then and remained around as long he could to watch her grow up and become a lovely young woman. He was content to stay apart from her and see her live her mortal life out from a distance. But when she tried to kill herself, it was then he stepped in and turned her, healing her broken heart. She never resented him, recognizing him as her mate as well when she turned. She was happy to have a chance to be a mother to Edward and then Rosalie and Emmett down the road. Finally, when Alice and Jasper came around, she bloomed even more; being a mother to the five young vampires for a long time until now, she had another to care for. He glanced down in her golden eyes and saw her love for him. He kissed her lips sweetly and maneuvered her to sit on his lap as he sat down in his chair.

"Harry gave me this book," He pulled the deep-red book toward them on the desk. Esme took in the fancy scrollwork on the cover and traced her finger on the elegant gold lettering of 'Vampires, the Complete Guide.' Her eyebrow rose at the title. Carlisle chuckled, knowing where her thought went. "It's not complete, but it come close." He sighed, "I just got to reading it this evening."

Esme turned her head to Carlisle. "What did it say?"

Carlisle grasped Esme's hand and held it lovingly. He frowned and then shook his head. "A lot we already know about ourselves, it's almost accurate. The author, Eldred Worple, is a wizard and he had spent time with the vampires, living in a small coven in England. There were few things omitted, but there were vague mention of the Volturi in it and other things."

"How is this information so readily available to the wizards when we have to remain hidden among the humans, or muggles, as Harry would say?" Esme asked; she was surprised that Vampire is readily known in the Wizarding world.

Carlisle nodded. "Remember, wizards hide themselves from non-magical people much as we hide from them. Vampire, werewolves, trolls, goblins, and many other creatures are considered magical creature and interact freely, or so with the wizards. But they are restricted for their own protection and for the wizard's protection. Prejudice runs strong in their world as much as it does in our, any magical creatures are considered below wizards." He pulled another book from his desk, "Harry also left this. It's about the wizarding world in general and prejudice is very strong, and the reason why there is a war going on over there. But that's beside the point," he flipped the red bound book and came to a stop in the middle and pointed to a passage, "This is the law that got me worried."

Esme leaned over and read the paragraph. Her head snapped to her husband, "Carlisle! It can't be."

"I am afraid it is. Harry and Edward are in trouble."

"But surely, Harry is famous and he might be exempted." She interjected.

Carlisle shook his head. "Maybe he will be, but Edward will not."

"What should we do?" Esme asked, worried.

"We need to discuss with the children and make a decision soon."

"What about the nomads and the wolves?" Esme asked.

Carlisle stood up, placing Esme down, and grasped her hand. He took the book with his other hand and led her to the door. "We'll have to take care of that first, then..."

Esme has a resolute look on her face as she knew what her husband was going to say.


They landed gracefully onto the ground. Harry looked around, the sky bright white but overcast, the gray sea lined the horizon, and the sound of the waves crashing the rocks filled their ears.

Edward took in the sight of their surrounding. "It's very quiet here."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Yes. We're very far south of United Kingdom, right at the tail end. There's a small wizard village, Tinsworth, not far from here." He gestured toward the north. "They say to follow the beach toward the south until we hit a cliff. They'll come find us." He grasped Edward's hand, and they began to walk southward.

Edward sensed nervousness radiating from Harry. He had long abandoned listening in his lover's mind, finding it too jumbled even to comprehend. His golden eyes looked away from the scenery to Harry and tugged his hand to draw his attention. "Harry, you alright?"

Harry shook his head. "What if..." he thought about his friends' reactions if they would reject him or become fearful of him.

Edward pulled him close, so their arms linked. "If anything, they are Gryffindors, and care very much about you, I don't think you have much to worry about. This Remus Lupin, the werewolf? How did they treat him?"

Harry smiled and replied, "You're right. Nothing but respect and like a family member. It would be good to see him again. I hope he won't be too offended by how I smell now."

Edward laughed, recalling explaining to Harry about the animosity between the Cullens and the Quileute shapeshifters. He had never met 'Child of the Moon' before, but there is always a first. It seems there will be a lot of firsts, and now he has Harry in his life. He had thought his life was quite an adventure as a vampire, but he was wrong; not even a century of being a vampire comes close to Harry's seven years as a wizard. He looks forward to the rest of eternity with his soulmate.

They finally came to the end of the beach, and there was an open space of felid on top of the cliff, overlooking the gray Celtic Sea. They stopped, and Edward watched with fascination as Harry waved his hand in the air, bringing forth the majestic stag. "We are here." He said and flicked his hand, commanding the pronged creature to go. They watched as the silvery stag bounded several hundred yards before disappearing in the midair.

"Fidelius Charm. It makes the area hidden. Only it can be revealed if the secret-keeper tell you where it is." Harry explained.

They watched for few minutes, and then three figures materialized out of thin air where the Patronus had disappeared. Edward could see two tall, freckled red-haired men, one a bit more burly than another, and a slim woman with wild bushy brown hair jog toward them. He recognized them from Harry's memories. He turned his head to see Harry smiling and felt his lips tugged into a smile too.

"Harry!" Hermione squealed as she came closer.

Ron shouted, waving as he jogged, "Blimey, mate! You made it!"

Harry laughed and braced himself as Hermione jumped into his arms and squeezed him. Then suddenly, she jumped back, gasping in horror. Ron skidded to a stop, and the smile fell away from his face. The older red-haired man's face grew serious.

Hermione's voice shook, "Harry?" She reached out shakenly, touching his face. "You're so cold! Oh no!"

Ron stared at them, gripping his wand in his hand. Edward was surprised that it had appeared without his noticing. "You're a vampire..." His eyes shot to Edward. "Who are you and what have you done to Harry!?" He thrust the sparking wand into Edward's face. The other man had his wand out but holding it aloft, his arm coiled to strike a spell.

Harry held up his hands, hoping to keep the peace. "Ron, please. He saved me."

Hermione had tears down her face, and she asked, "You died?"

Harry looked to his more petite best friend and gave a single nod. "I was too far gone to be saved. Your spell sent me to him." He looked to Edward and reached out, placing his hand on Ron's shaking hand, slowly pushing it down. "I was not salvageable, I had already lost so much blood and Death was there, ready to take me." His eyes met the others, "He offered to turn me to save me. I took it."

Ron was crying as his arm dropped, "Harry."

Bill withdrew his wand slowly. He eyed the newcomer and then looked to Harry, looking troubled. "Was it really necessary?" he asked seriously.

Harry looked to the eldest Weasley and nodded. "This or dead." He gestured to himself. "There was no other way. Even if Hermione had successfully sent me to St. Mungo, I'd be dead."

"I see." Bill pocketed his wand.

Hermione wiped her face dry, struggling to stop crying. Harry dropped his head; sorrow filled him. "I... had to because I wasn't finished here."

Hermione nodded and then, to everyone's surprise, jumped into Harry's arms again, hugging him tightly. "Matter not! You are here!" She gave a wet smile as she let him go again.

Ron nodded and grasped Harry's hand, pulling him into a manly hug. "You're still Harry. It doesn't matter if you're a werewolf or a vampire." He laughed weakly.

"Welcome back, Harry." Bill said, grasping Harry's hand and shook it. "Care to introduce us to this gentleman?"

Harry laughed and grasped Edward's shoulder. "This is Bill Weasley, a good friend." He moved to Ron and Hermione, "As you know, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, my best friends in the whole world. We've been through thick and thin since we were eleven." He looked to Edward, "and this is Edward Cullen. A vegetarian vampire."

Ron scrunched his forehead, "A what?"

Hermione beamed, smacking Ron with the back of her hand, "He mean he doesn't drink human blood. Is that correct?" She looked at the handsome vampire.

Edward bowed his head, "Correct. My family, or rather as you could call it, coven, survive on animal blood only. Harry too, now that he is part of the family."

Hermione tilted her head, her finger poised in the air, and Harry grabbed her finger gently. "Ah, ah. Hermione, you can ask him all kinds of questions later. How about we get behind the fidelius? We're sitting duck out here."

Bill chuckled, "Come on, this way to the Shell Cottage." He gestured to the empty field. Edward and Harry saw a quaint white house with a garden appear.

Edward softly said, "Wow. Ingenious charm."

As they walked toward the house, Hermione eyed Edward cryptically. "You can see the house? Didn't Harry say you're muggle?"

Edward heard all the questions firing in her head as she tried to figure him out. He gave her a knee-weakening half-smile and listened to her heart papillate faster. "Yes, I am a muggle but I do have a small trace of magic in me. So I am able to see what is unseen by mortal muggles."

Hermione opened her mouth, and Harry interrupted her, "Hermione. Later." He smiled as Hermione shot him a pout.

Bill opened the door and waved them in the house. Ron led them into the kitchen, where they sat down at the table. Fleur came down the stairs and froze.

"Bill?" She asked, staring at Harry and Edward.

Bill went to her side and grasped her arm. "Yes. They are vampires. Don't worry, they're safe."

Fleur looked to Bill dubiously and allowed him to help her down the last step. Bill turned and held Fleur close to him. "This is my wife, Fleur. You remember Harry, and this is his friend, Edward Cullen."

Edward bowed his head. "Ravie de vous rencontrer, madame."(Nice to meet you, madame.)

Fleur's eyebrow rose, "Je vous remercie. nous vous remercions d'aider Harry et de nous le ramener. il est très important pour nous." (Thank you. Thank you for bringing Harry back to us, he is important to us.)

Edward smiled, "Vous êtes les bienvenus. Il m'est également très cher. Ma vie est la sienne, comme il est la mienne."(You're welcome. He is very dear to me, my life is his as he is mine.)

Hermione gasped, her hands covering her mouth. Everyone turned to her, curious as to why she was shocked. Only Edward knew why. She had understood what was said between him and Fleur, being fluent in French herself.

"Harry! You and Edward?" Hermione asked.

Harry groaned and rubbed his face. "Edward, did you really have to?" He had understood enough French to catch on to what was said.

Fleur tittered as she floated to the counter and began to prepare tea. "Zee vampires like to stake claims on their mates very much like Veelas." She waved her wand, and the teakettle began to whistle.

Ron and Bill looked bemused. Hermione stared wide-eyed at Harry and Edward, gears churning in her mind.

"She figured it out." Edward gestured to Hermione. Harry looked up and gave her a look as if saying, 'Do tell.'

She spluttered, "W-what? Wait... you..."

Ron turned to Hermione with a half bemused and half annoyed look. "Hermione!"

"Right." Hermione took a deep breath. "The spell sent you to him because he needed you the most. You are mates!" Ron gaped; his mouth fell open as he whipped his head to the vampires. "And... you can read minds?" She asked finally.

"Yes. He can." Harry replied and grasped Edward's hand on the table. "That the thing about the spell, he was desperate in that moment to know who his mate was and I ended up at his feet. That was a good thing because, if he wasn't wishing, I might had ended up at you-know-who feet and dead already." He paused for a moment, to find the right words. "I believe it also acted upon what I needed the most as well; to survive." He looked around to others and continued, "And as for mind-reading, he can't help it, he hears everyone's thought around him. The only way to stop him from hearing your thought is to use Occlumency."

Hermione paled. "Oh Merlin."

Fleur brought the tray over to the table and set down cups for everyone but Harry and Edward. Then she sat down next to Bill, leaning against him.

Ron blinked and shrugged, grabbing his mug and took a drink. He looked up and asked as if asking about the weather, "So, you've always been a queer?"

Harry turned his head to his best friend, "No."

Edward gave a tiny snort and decided to jump in. "It doesn't work that way. When a vampire meet their mate," He turned to Harry to fall into his green eyes. "Your entire world is right there." He turned back to Ron and gave a handsome smile and snapped his fingers, "Just that, in a moment. No mistakes, no doubts, gender or race did not matters. It is perfection and true. Soulmates to the end of time."

Fleur and Hermione sighed. Bill shook his head in amusement, and Ron froze, the cup halfway to his mouth.

The cup finally came down, and Ron asked, "Just like that?"

Harry leaned his head on his hand. "Does it bother you that I am with Edward now? A poof? Gay? Queer?"

Ron sputtered and shook his head. "No! Honestly, Harry. I didn't think you would swing that way but like he said," he nodded to Edward. "It doesn't matter, really. It's just... what about Ginny? You guys had something going on there."

Harry looked sad for a moment. "Yes we did. But its not going to happen. Edward is it for me. I can't be without him. I'll follow to the end of Earth." He looked to Edward, echoing what he had told him before, "If he dies, I die."

Edward smiled, gazing back into Harry's eyes. He felt Harry's brush in his mind and knew he would hear his thought, "Forever."

Harry smiled brilliantly, and beautiful, responding back, "Always."

Ron had a grimace on his face while Fleur and Hermione sighed again. Bill rolled his eyes and placed his mug down a bit too loud. "Enough of the sweetness, its making my teeth ache." He grumbled. "What's your next plan?"

Harry smirked at Bill. "As if you're not sweet with your wife." He winced as Fleur kicked him under the table. It had not hurt, but it surprised him. He then smiled rakishly at the blonde before replying to Bill, "Well, I need to go to Hogwarts, there is something there I need to take care of."

Bill rubbed his chin as he said, "Hogwarts will be difficult to get in. Snape's the headmaster, and it's like a prison there. Death Eaters as professors, students being tortured left and right as punishment."

Harry's hands clenched as he stared at Bill with anger on his face. "What has been done to help them?"

Bill ran his hand through his hair as he sighed deeply. "Dean and Luna tells us that muggleborns had been leaving, pulling themselves out over the holidays. The last of them left over Easter hol, only few remained behinds, mostly your friends, to help the others."

Ron nodded. "Yeah, Mum and Dad tried to pull Ginny out, but you know her. Stubborn and she snuck onto the train and went back."

Harry closed his eyes, shaking his head, knowing his ex-girlfriend too well. She would fight to the end no matter what. "All right."

Ron turned to Bill, "Uh, Bill. Hermione and I would like to talk to Harry alone, if you don't mind?"

Bill frowned and then nodded. He stood up and helped Fleur to her feet. "Very well. We'll go to Tinsworth. Is there anything you guys need?" He received headshakes from the four. "Okay. We'll be back in couple of hours." He and Fleur left.

Ron waited until he heard the front door click shut and turned to Harry. "We didn't tell anyone about the horcrux hunt. He knows?" He gestured to Edward.

Harry nodded. "Yes. He knew the entire time." He saw a surprised look on his friends' faces and waved his hand by his head, "He read minds, can't exactly keep him out. He helped me to figure out the remaining Horcruxes."

Hermione eyed Edward critically. "You read minds all the time?"

Edward nodded. "I can hear what you are thinking right now." He glanced over to Ron and gave an amused smile. "He's regretting not asking Bill to get treacle tarts." Ron sputtered as his ears became tomato-red. "And you have way too many questions going on, slow down or you'll get a headache." Hermione blushed and stammered.

Harry laughed. "He can't help it. It's a useful gift of his, but sometime, it can get annoying." He gave Edward a side-eye. "If you want to keep him out of your head, you're going have to practice occlumency."

Hermione blew a huff, blowing the errant curl out of her face. "Harry, you know it's a difficult skill to master. Even you have a hard time doing it yourself."

Edward smirked, "He can do it now."

"How?" Hermione asked, surprised.

Harry reached out and grasped Hermione's hand gently. She flinched at the coldness but turned to hold his hand in return. "Becoming a vampire made my magic stronger. I don't need a wand anymore." He let go of her hand and waved his hand; the mugs in front of them floated in the air, and he directed it to the sink, starting the self-washing. He turned back to see an astonished look on Hermione and Ron's face. "I found I was able to do Occlumency and Legilimency much easier now. It helps if I need to talk to Edward without anyone hearing us."

"Bloody hell," Ron whispered. "You're like really powerful now. That's explain your Patronus."

"Yes!" Hermione supplied, "when you first sent it, it filled the room like a bright sun! And the joy from it was so unbelievable."

Harry looked over to Edward, remembering the memory he chose to cast the spell. It was the joy of finding someone he loved irrecoverably. Edward knew what he was thinking and gave a loving smile in return.

"Well, about the horcrux, you said you have the cup?" Hermione asked, getting business-like once again.

Harry pulled the cup out of the pouch and set it on the table. It looked mangled, but the metal badger that was on the cup was still intact, indicating what it was. Ron gaped, poking at the molten metal in the center; it looked as if a scorching rod had nearly cleaved it in half.

"How did they destroy it?" Ron asked.

Harry shrugged. "The goblins did this. They didn't say but I can tell it was a horcrux, the trace of magic was still on it when I first got it, it felt like the locket after we destroyed it. But it's gone. So that leaves two left, the diadem and the snake."

Hermione looked up from the cup. "So we need to go to Hogwarts."

Edward frowned. He had seen Alice's vision before they had apparated. He had not told Harry yet. He reached out and grasped Harry's hand. Harry turned to him with a questioning look and saw Edward's eyes, imploring him to look in his mind. It was becoming easier to communicate with Harry without using words.

Harry nodded and employed the Legilimency skill, diving into Edward's mind. He saw memories of them just as before they left the Cullens', Edward had looked at Alice and saw her glazed look, and when he saw what she saw in her mind. It was a strange experience of going into someone's memory and someone's else memory from within.

Then Harry withdrew from Edward's mind and turned to find his two best friends watching them with interest.

"What was that?" Hermione asked curiously. When she had seen Edward grasp Harry's hand, she could see they were communicating with their eyes only, and then they stilled for few moments before Harry blinked. It was an intense and very private thing she has witnessed.

Edward gave a half-smile, "Before we left, my sister Alice, who is a seer, saw something in the near future. And with my mind-reading, I saw it too. So, I was sharing it with Harry because I have not told him before now."

Harry looked grim. "If I had known before now, I would've changed my mind and took a different direction to avoid it. But now it's not possible. Hogwarts is where it all ends."


AN:

I fixed Chapter 6. I had forgotten a small part where Harry attempts to wipe Bella's memory.

And I also fixed the last chapter, Chapter 10. I wasn't thrilled with the interaction between Bella and Jacob. I know many of you don't like them very much, but I need them to be part of the story. Their role may not be part of Harry/Edward's lives, but they do play a small important role that I have planned.

I've read the story myself to make sure I didn't forget anything. I'm free-writing the entire story, allowing what happens to come to me next. Some scenes are written out, and some fill themselves in. I already wrote the very end of the story. I'll admit, I cried when I wrote it. It's looking to end around chapter 25-28.

The timeline seems a bit blurred, but I have it sorted; as of this point, we're on day 6 (from when Harry 'dies'), and the date is May 1st, 1998. Harry spent four days in Washington, and they remained at Shell Cottage for two days and one night.

I have few things to cover in the following few chapters about Harry's Master of Death title, Nomads on the other end of the world, a troubling law, and maybe… the Volturi.

I'm also drawing pictures for each chapter, and they're coming along a bit slowly. Check my A03 or DeviantArt account to see them.

Ooh.. now we know what Alice was seeing. Somewhat.

Up next: Hogwarts or Bust and James problem.