A/N: So there was a request from a reader that I list a cast for this story; how I see the characters. In a word, canon. The Twilight characters I see as they are in the movies (though Edward perhaps a little less creepily make-upped), and Alice with the look she had in the first movie; not she truly-pixie cut she had in the later ones. As for Harry, Danielle Radcliffe with vampire-like perfection, perhaps with a physique similar to Michael Phelps. If that doesn't mesh with your expectations, feel free to see the characters however you like.

Listen Jasper, I need to talk to Carlisle now," Alice explained, exasperated. She had been arguing with her companion for over five minutes in an attempt to get him to put Carlisle on the phone, but the demands for information were getting to be more than a little frustrating.

"Alice, you ran off after demanding a plane, flew to Scotland of all places, and all because of a vision you won't tell me about apart from that it included a mortal man, and I'm not meant to demand to know what's going on. Is that what I'm hearing?"

'Okay, when he puts it like that it does sound like a bit of a cop-out on my part,' she mused to herself. "Look, Jasper, I know I have you worried here. Short of it is that I had a vision of a battle I couldn't even describe to you it was so awe-inspiring. In it, the man – Harry – was fighting this… thing. He called it Tom, but he couldn't pass for a human- well, you get the picture.

"Right, so you're with this… Harry now, I suppose?"

The accusatory tone in his voice finally made her snap. "Considering I bit him and he's currently going through the darn change, Jasper, yes! Of course I'm bloody with him!"

The silence on the other side of the line was almost deafening in its intensity, until a low growl came from the speaker. "You bloody what Alice? You turned him?"

Knowing that when Jasper got in such a state she'd hear no reason she simply hung up and called a different number from her cell. After half a ring the line clicked, and she smiled at hearing Carlisle's voice. "Alice," his warm voice greeted, and she could almost imagine the warm smile that would be curling his lips at that moment. "I assume you have something to report?"

She couldn't help but smile and nodded, even though she knew he couldn't see. "Yes… but it is more of a question. About the change."

She heard a sharp intake of breath and knew he had already put together the pieces from the fact that she was even asking that question alone. "Very well," he said seriously after a moment, "I trust you had your reasons for turning someone. What is it?"

"He's… I'm sitting in a chair right next to him Carlisle. After less than a day into the change he just… stopped screaming and, well – I know this is going to sound impossible Carlisle – his whole body just… relaxed. I can't explain it. I've never heard of somebody going through the change without pain, so I wondered if you had?"

She could hear the light tapping of Carlisle's fingers against something wooden – his desk at work she assumed – as he thought. "Well I can't say that I have. Nothing else?"

"Well he spasms quite a bit – at first quite violently, but he just twitches occasionally now. When he stopped screaming, he was grunting in pain but that stopped about an hour ago as well."

"How does the change look to be progressing?"

She peered at the mostly-naked man on the bed fondly as she gave a small laugh, "Taking it like a champ Carlisle." She got a laugh in return for that comment. "His heart rate is up to one hundred and forty, his scars are fading," here her voice turned sour and angry, which she was sure Carlisle heard, but was glad when he didn't ask her to explain further. "His skin is nearly as pale as mine and his physique seems to be developing at a rapid pace."

"Don't tell me we're going to have another Emmet on our hands Alice," Carlisle joked, and Alice laughed as her short hair whipped from left to right.

"No, gods no! One is enough! No, he's more like Edward or Jasper's build – a little more developed though. Even before the change he was built like a warrior – I think the change is just enhancing what it had to begin with."

"That'd fit with what I know about the change. How long has it been since you bit him?"

Glancing at the clock she answered. "Around thirty hours… Carlisle, did I do something wrong? I've never heard of a turn like this before. And I've never heard or seen or even imagine possible the things I saw in that battle I foresaw. Carlisle, this man created wolves made of fire! He used these… beams of light to blast craters the size of cars in the ground – made knives of ice from thin air! Hell Carlisle, I even saw him transform into a bloody black panther bigger than any of the shifters in the middle of it all!"

Carlisle was deathly silent on the other side of the line. There was no sound of fingers tapping on wood. "You say the man you turned did all of that?" he almost whispered.

"That and more! I can't even explain some of the things I saw, Carlisle. And he glowed. There was this… corona of… inexplicable light and patterns I just can't even… the things I foresaw, Carlisle, would level the leaders of the Voulturi in an instant. Harry… even before the change, and disregarding the evil… thing he was fighting, is the most powerful being I've ever seen. And I don't doubt whatever it is he can do is limited to just the battlefield. I have no idea what I'm going to do when- if he wakes up. From the way you're reacting I'm in very unchartered territory right now, but if he reacts like most new-born when they awaken, I know I won't be able to fight him off. He could decimate me in a fraction of a second."

Harry peered into the never-ending expanse around him and nodded with satisfaction. Molecular lattices existed all around him, with a few free-floating orbs that he had outfitted with some extremely unpleasant countermeasures as his security drones. She obsidian shield around his mind – now more than thirty meters thick compared to its just-finished two – was, he now considered, necessary but a little cute.

No, his masterpiece was in this idea. After realizing that he was God in this world, and at sitting in that armchair and rubbing his thumb over the familiar knot in the wood of the armrest, he'd had an idea. 'Not to toot my own horn… but can anybody say genius?' he thought to himself with a smirk. If whoever was trying to get into his head was anything like the arse-hat backwards wizards he knew they'd enter his mind and arrive in his 'designated' arrival point. At least for visitors – he was God, and he'd appear wherever he damn well wanted. Then they'd see a towering, three-hundred-meter-high dome of reflective darkness, and they'd probably give up.

Barring that, if they managed to get through five meters of obsidian, fifteen of tungsten, five of titanium, and five of molecularly entwined sheets of graphene, which even Harry had to admit sounded beyond the realms of possibility, they'd then see good ol' Hogwarts and think they'd reached their goal. They'd head on inside, probably go to the library, and look in the books expecting them to be memories.

They weren't – they were traps.

He had taken some inspiration from Voldemort's sick activities during the two wars to build these traps; from turning somebody's eyeballs inside-out all the way to turning the entire person inside out. The way Harry saw it, if you came into his mind uninvited the kiddy-gloves were off and you were going to be in for a world of agony the likes of which they'd never imagined possible.

Oh, and then there was the fact that the archway of the library door forced the person entering to endure the initial pain from his vampiric transformation, at least that's what he thought was happening, times ten. If they weren't driven insane by that then they soon would be as soon as they opened any of the books.

So, at that point, if they looked anywhere else in the castle, they'd be very disappointed… and probably driven quite insane. Every book in the castle was a trap; ever piece of cutlery, every quill, every doorknob, every trunk or wand or cup or chair or bed or… well the whole place except the floor was virtually a death sentence. Even his favourite chair would be for an intruder, but not for Harry… because, as Harry had learned, he was God so no matter what he touched he wouldn't set anything off.

But more about Harry's favourite chair. That, Harry considered his masterpiece. The little knot in the wood of the armrest was not in fact an innocuous flaw in the wood. Well it had been at first, but then he'd made it more. He had shrunk himself down until he could literally see the individual atoms that made up that little flaw, and that was where he truly his mind. Each Nucleus was a memory, and the electrons whizzing around it were the emotions surrounding that memory. The lattices were organized memories; grouped by the most prominent emotion in it. To his front was a giant lattice of black that contained determination. Red to his left was anger, gold to the rear his happiness. All around him were complex chains of memories associated with an emotion, and it would make controlling himself in the future a walk in the park.

At first he had considered creating automatons that he could issue orders to in different situations to activate 'modes' like in a video game. But then he remembered that he was God. No, now his mind would automatically accelerate time to allow his subconscious hash out whatever situation he was in and then control his emotions as needed. If he was in battle then fear would probably be suppressed, but not caution and determination, for example. If he was in a social environment around people he trusted then happiness, friendship, family, and probably cheekiness would be allowed free reign, and hatred, anger, revenge, and other negative emotions would be restrained.

'Suck on that Snape', Harry smirked to himself. As far as he knew nobody had a mindscape like his. If they had then they wouldn't all be so backwards and slaves to their impulsive irrational emotions. When he looked into the distance where an immense orb of gold pulsed warmly, he smirked. 'That and they would be far, far, far more powerful'. His magical core had been arguably the most welcome discovery in his mindscape. It was chained, and Harry was working on breaking those chains. If what he felt when he was in close proximity to it was any indication, Voldemort would have been a cake-walk if it had been released during their battle.

Rubbing his hands together eagerly he approached the orb once more. 'Time to give this snorkack another shot.'

Alice quietly read a book she had stolen from the hospital when she'd… acquired a saline drip on the advice of Carlisle. The only sounds in the room now were the rapid beating of Harry's heart, the occasional sound of paper against paper as she turned a page, and the steady dripping sound of the saline.

Alice wished she'd stolen a better book – she really did. She had considered the TV, which was saying a lot considering she hated TV, but she wanted the atmosphere in the room to be as tranquil as possible for Harry. Sighing as she read that, yet again, Jane had forgiven and taken back her cheating husband, she was not at all prepared for the sudden boom that tore through the room, nor the utterly blinding flash of light.

She was blown clear across the room from the explosion, through the entryway into the kitchen, and was only stopped by crashing into, and breaking, the granite countertop. Groaning as she picked herself up off the floor, she shook her head free of the cobwebs and then peered into the bedroom.

"My god," she breathed, cautiously approaching the sight that awaited her. The bed frame had shattered, though amazingly the mattress seemed to have survived the ordeal. Most of the furniture, especially the chair she had been using to sit at Harry's bedside, were now splinters scattered around the room.

And then there was Harry.

Hovering in mid-air above the mattress.

Glowing with a pulsing miasma of energy surrounding him.

Her sharp eyes could see into that glow, and the ever-changing fractal patterns that swirled within made her dizzy as well as fill with awe. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in the hundred and three years she had existed. Before her very eyes Harry's body slowly lowered back onto the mattress, and she could have sworn that there was a slight smile on his lips.

"Well shit," Harry grumbled as he shielded his eyes.

He had 'given that snorkack another shot', and he had succeeded. Considering that his magical core had been about the size of a lorry when it was chained, at least at the atomic scale, the fact that it now looked about the size of bloody Hogwarts kinda said something. And it was kinda bright. The feel of the magical power buffeting through his magical pathways made him feel utterly invincible, but he knew it just really wasn't practical if he wanted to stay under any radars.

Sighing at the monumental task he had ahead of him he cracked his knuckles and got to work.

Carlisle stared down at his phone in disbelief as he sat in his office. Alice had just sent a picture to his phone, and for once he was extremely glad she was paranoid enough to encrypt it several times over. "Who and what the hell is this man?" he muttered to himself in disbelief.

"Who is who?"

He spun around in his chair and relaxed when he saw the smiling, beautiful visage of his wife Esme walking towards him. Sighing and offering her a tired smile he threw her the phone, which she caught deftly between her index and middle fingers. Looking down at the screen her eyebrows rose almost into her hairline. Looking at the top of the message her eyebrows rose further. "This young man is why Alice left in such a hurry?"

He sighed and rubbed at his eyes, feeling a wave of love and comfort surround him when his wife wrapped her arms around him from behind. "It would appear so. She turned him."

Esme jerked back and then spun his chair around so that she could look him in the eye – her expression conveying her shock. "Carlisle, you know what she vowed to us! She vowed that she would never turn anybody unless that person-"

He held up his hand to halt her and nodded. "I know, my love, trust me I know. Alice had told me that even before the turn this young man could do things even I had never even conceived in my wildest dreams. If Alice and most of the Volturi are anything to go by, in that their gifts were amplified after the turn, then this young man will be incredibly powerful… and even if Alice hasn't considered what it means that she turned him now, then she will soon."

Esme sighed and rubbed her own eyes, now knowing why her husband looked so tired. "Jasper."

Carlisle nodded gravely. "Jasper."

Alice had slowly righted the room as much as she could and now sat on the mattress with Harry's head in her lap – her fingers having somehow made their way into his smooth, now-wavy hair and were stroking it. The glow had subsided nearly two hours ago after a series of slow, room-encompassing pulses of light, and she was utterly at a loss as to what it meant.

Her best theory so far was that her venom had finally gotten to whatever the power it was that this young man used to achieve impossible things and had amplified it. Why it had ceased she had no idea, though the rapidly moving eyes beneath those closed eyelids did make her wonder if Harry was aware in some way and was managing to somehow take control of whatever it was.

Brushing her cool hand again over his fevered forehead she carefully dipped the wet towel back in the container of ice water, wrung it out, and then gently wiped the sweat beading on his face and neck away. Harry was an enigma. She didn't even know his last name, for god's sake! And that was the smallest mystery about him.

The powers he had, the life he'd led, the resilience he had shown in keeping his pure morals and iron determination in the face of obvious and repetitive abuse… how he had clearly fought in a war where death and torture were not the worst things. All of these things would have broken a lesser man… and yet from what little she had seen and heard from him it had only made him stronger.

If she could have blushed a little, she would have. She had to admit that all of those things she found incredibly attractive. It was Jasper's old-fashioned morals and courtesy that had attracted her to him and-

"Shit, Jasper."

Harry James Potter was really, really tired. So far as he knew a magical core was a magical core, so he'd disregarded that completely logical, well-studied and documented concept and split his into seven – figuring that using a powerful magical number would probably be wise.

He was lying next to a well. 'Well I suppose I can't really call it a well… a tunnel into the ground is more apt methinks.' And it was. A really, really wide tunnel – a few hundred meters wide in fact. It led down into an inky blackness that was in all actuality a representation of the entrance into his magical pathways. Currently a single, roaring waterfall of gold cascaded down into it from the north. In the far, far distance at all the major and minor cardinal points – except south – he could see the other cores he had split the original into – all of them ready to blast their power down the channels he had built into the base of the atomic realm and straight into his body in an instant if required.

Each channel had many dams so he could control the flow even further; much like the current channel that was the source of the golden waterfall. If he opened up that channel fully rather than its current twenty percent, he'd have three times the magical power he'd had access to before breaking the magical bindings. With all of his cores at a hundred percent output that meant he had access to twenty-one times more power than he'd ever had access to. The thought was slightly terrifying, which was why he had done what he had. Now an unlikely surge of emotion wouldn't trigger an accidental magic even that'd atomize a city square.

Of course, in the development of building this system he'd come across a rather cleverly hidden new orb in his atomic mindscape. Oh, it had hidden itself quite well, but its appearance was truly confirmation to Harry that what he thought was happening was actually happening. He didn't think that vampirism had ever actually considered somebody might one day look upon it, so its appearance of a floating, churning, and massive ball of blood was sort of a giveaway. That is appeared to have a direct link into the base of his mindscape made sense if what he'd heard about vampires was true, as the base of the mindscape was an interface to his physical being, and it needed that link if he was to have superhuman speed and all that other stuff.

Harry really didn't put much stock in books about 'dark creatures', so he really didn't know the benefits and deficiencies of being a vampire. If the bigotry of the British wizarding world was anything to go by then they'd be woefully slanted against the creatures.

The electrons that had whizzed around this vampiric orb radiated hunger, need, obsession, feralness, desperation and aggression. And Harry really thought he'd enjoy being a vampire much more if he didn't have to deal with all that rubbish, so he'd yanked the electrons away from the nucleus and shoved them into the molecular lattice containing his hate. 'If those pesky little things try and play up… well,' he smirked to himself, 'they won't have a pleasant time of it.'

One of Harry's security drones floated towards him and displayed a message on the screen it had for a face, and he ignored the shoulder-mounted rocket launcher that had a barrel magazine – Harry had to have some fun – to read. "Hm. Looks like it's time to get outa here," he mused. Giving a nod to the drone and a sharp, "Carry on soldier," he suddenly appeared outside of the dome that protected his mind. Giving a small, very cheeky smirk he looked up at the night sky. "Well Mary Alice, it looks like we're finally to meet…"