Emerald Moonlight
Randie Jo
Crossover: Harry Potter & Twilight
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight, but I would not mind owning Harry or Jasper. Sadly, that will not ever happen so...one can only wish.
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(A/N: I am going to make sure I don't take forever to get this chapter up. So I won't take up much of your time with an Author's Note, and just get to writing the story. I"m sure you are all anticipating it, or I hope you are at least. I wouldn't want you to be disappointed. To everyone that reviewed, -hugs- and Mocha Carmel ice cream. Thank you for reviewing.)
Chapter Fifteen: Only Time Will Tell
It had been three days. Three full days and still there was no sign of Harry or Jasper. Hermione was beginning to worry, pacing the common room, trying to think of any reasonable solution, or anywhere they could possibly be. "'Mione, pacing about is not going to find them. We should get the others and look for them," Ron said, tired of seeing his girlfriend walk back in front of him for the thousandth time.
Hermione turned to look at Ron in surprise, as if she'd just realized he was there. As it were, she'd just thought of the one place Harry would likely go. "The Room of Requirement," she said, not answering Ron, but telling him the answer to her own unspoken question.
"Excuse me?" he asked, looking perplexed. "What about the Room of Requirement?" he questioned, wanting to know what she was meaning. He stood and walked over to her, enfolding her in his arms gently. Hermione didn't respond for a moment, just leaned against him, closing her eyes. She loved him honestly, but now was not the time to be getting all romantic, they needed to find Harry.
Hermione looked up into Ron's eyes. "Harry. I think he and Jasper are in the Room of Requirement. Harry used to go there often, when he needed to be alone," Hermione blushed at her indication of what might be happening there. Ron nodded, understanding now.
"Oh, yes, but why would they have been gone so long if they were doing... that?" he asked, biting his lip. His brain worked unceasingly, searching for an answer, but Hermione seemed to already have one, as per usual. "Maybe something went, uhm, wrong. It might've gotten out of hand. Harry could be hurt, or worse, dead," she said, her eyes filling with tears.
"We should get the others," she said, pulling out of his arms and turning towards the exit. "Right," Ron agreed, taking her hand and pulling her with him. "I know where they are. Alice told me there would be by the lake today if we happened to see Jasper or Harry," he said.
xXx
The rest of the Cullens, along with Draco and Neville sat by the Black Lake, thinking of the possible places that either boy could be. Draco looked up as he heard Hermione and Ron hurrying towards them, calling out to them. "Everyone, hey, we think we know where to find the boys. Hermione might have figured it out," Ron said, voice slightly breathless from having run all the way from Gryffindor Tower.
The others looked slightly relieved, but frowned as Rosalie asked, "They've been there for three days?" Hermione nodded. "Yes, I think something might've happened, something bad. Or possible good in some cases. I think, that maybe, just maybe, Jasper turned Harry. I hope that's all it is, though," Hermione responded.
Edward stood, pulling Draco up with him. The others followed suit, standing as well. They followed the two back into the castle and up to the seventh floor. Most had never been to the Room of Requirement, so they had no clue where they were being led until Hermione started pacing back and forth in front of a stretch of wall. After the third pass, a door appeared.
Draco, being closest, opened it, revealing a pacing Jasper and a still Harry, laying on the bed covered in sweat and a blanket. "What's going on here?" Edward asked, stepping into the room along with the rest of the group. Jasper stopped his pacing, looking towards the voice. Jasper seemed to break then, dropping onto the edge of the bed, next to his mate.
"I-I-I bit him," he murmured, looking broken and uncertain. "He's going to hate me when he wakes up. It shouldn't be too long now, just a few more hours," he said, smoothing his thumb across Harry's cheek. Harry moved towards the touch, giving Jasper a little hope that Harry could be waking earlier than expected.
Sure enough, Harry's eyes fluttered open, looking up at the ceiling above. "Jazz..." he murmured, throat dry and voice raspy. He was very thirsty, his throat felt like dust. He sat up, disoriented at his own quick motion. "Whoa," he said in surprise, throat burning now. He could smell blood nearby, hear it pulsing. He whipped his head to the side, seeing all the assembled in the room.
His gaze traveled to Jasper. "I'm thirsty," he whispered, and Jasper nodded. "That is to be expected. You're a newborn vampire, Darlin'," he said gently. Harry looked back at the others, his eyes falling involuntarily to Hermione's neck. Her eyes widened and she stepped back with a gasp. "No, Harry. Don't think like that. I'm not food, I'm your friend," she said, trying to get him to see reason.
Harry, instead, stood and advanced on her. Ron stepped between them. "Harry, mate, not Hermione. Take me instead," he said, trembling despite his brave declaration. "No, Ron! Don't!" Hermione said, scared for her long time friend and boyfriend. She couldn't let him be taken by Harry. "Do something!" she shouted at the others.
They were all staring at Harry as if he'd lost his mind, making no move to stop him though. "What is wrong with you people?" she asked, stepping towards them. Draco watched, transfixed on the scene. He looked towards Hermione, and idea entering his head. Just as Harry went to pounce on Ron, he jumped into the middle of them. Harry landed on him, knocking him to the ground with a fierce snarl.
Edward snapped out of his daze. "Draco! You idiot!" He yelled, rushing to help his mate, but was forced back by an invisible shield. "What the-" he said, the rest of his words cut off as an electric current passed through him. His eyes rolled up and his body fell to the floor. He spasmed, then lay still eyes wide and staring. "Edward," Alice exclaimed, rushing to his side. He was fine, just stunned.
"Well, I guess we know what Harry's power is," she murmured watching the two behind the barrier. They couldn't get to Draco, they could only watch as Harry leaned down, sinking his fangs into the neck of Edward's mate. Draco screamed, eyes rolling back, passing out.
Harry drank deeply, pulling back before he'd drained him. He was shocked at what he'd done and quickly dissolved the barrier he'd created. He could tell just by the look on Draco's face that the venom was coursing through his body and searing him. You're going to kill me, aren't you, Edward? he asked silently, looking towards Edward. He looked stricken, staring at his immobile mate.
Edward silently stepped over, picking his mate up and leaving the room. Harry watched him, feeling sorry for him, knowing it was wrong of him to lose control like that. They had come in though, knowing that he was bitten and turning. Jasper had to have told them that, but still they'd been there. It's not fair to blame them, he thought sullenly. "I'm sorry," he murmured aloud, standing up and moving to stand next to Jasper, hanging his head.
xXx
Draco's insides felt like they were being scorched, flames licking through every part of his body. He squirmed in the arms that carried him, wanting to die, wanting to beg for death. Anything that would end this horrible pain. "Kill me, please. End this torture. I don't want this," he whispered, body shivering, spasming, sweating.
Edward shook his head, "No, Draco, don't say that. Remember, you wanted to be with me, wanted this. Just hang in there, baby, please. It will be over soon, I swear it," he told him, holding him close to his chest as he walked. Once he'd found a quiet, empty classroom, he placed Draco onto the huge teacher's desk.
Draco sighed slightly, the cold wood feeling slightly better against his burning flesh, but doing nothing for the flames eating away at his insides. "It hurts," he whispered piteously. "Make it stop, Edward," he begged, voice raising slightly. The flames were burning hotter, rising steadily. They seemed to be spreading as the venom flowed further through his body.
Edward watched Draco, a sad smile on his lips. There's was nothing he could do to help him, nothing at all, but he felt oddly pleased that he hadn't been the one to the commit the act. He wasn't guilty of causing Draco's suffering, but he'd never forgive Harry for it either. He'd had no right to take Draco's future from him. He just hoped that Draco had the sense not to hurt anyone, stay away from people for a while.
xXx
Harry still couldn't believe his actions, how wrong it had been for him to do such a thing, and to someone else's mate. "I'm stupid, you know," he said, looking over at his mate. Jasper didn't talk much, hadn't for the past three days. The days since he'd woken up. Edward hadn't come back either.
They'd heard not a word of Draco, or Edward, but they were still here. Jasper could sense Edward's pain, the guilt at not being able to do anything. The same thing he'd felt as he watched Harry writhe in pain, beg for death. Scream for him to end the torture, stop the burning. He hadn't been able to do anything for what he'd caused, and that's what made this even worse for Edward. He hadn't caused it, but had not been able to do anything to stop it.
"Edward didn't want this, not this way. He was going to wait, until Draco was truly ready, when they wouldn't have distraction. He'd planned on taking him somewhere far away from human contact so he couldn't hurt anyone," Jasper murmured, looking up at his mate accusingly. He didn't mean to be so harsh, but Edward's anger and resentment towards him was overpowering.
Harry cowered back at the gleam he saw in Jasper's gaze, the revenge it promised. "I'm sorry, so sorry," he whimpered, turning his back to his mate. Edward would hate him, never forgive him. He couldn't stand that he'd caused a friend pain by his lack of control. "This shouldn't have happened, I'm sorry," he whispered brokenly, wanting to cry, to bawl like a small child but being completely unable.
Being a vampire wasn't as easy as one might expect. The burning his throat never ceased, merely lessened after a feeding. He'd been doing that often in the past three days, just to get away from the accusing, questioning and terrified looks of his friends. He didn't know if any of them even trusted him now or not. Ron was even too scared to come within hearing distance of his best friend, terrified that he too might get the posionous venom forcefully injected into his veins.
Jasper sighed, standing and making his way to his mate. "Forgive me, Harry. I don't mean to be cruel. Edward's very angry, and feeling helpless, like I did," he murmured, pulling his boyfriend's back against his chest and holding him. He kissed his neck softly, lips swiping across the small marks there from his teeth. He ws sure they'd be there forever now, knowing that vampires never changed.
Harry sighed, "I know, I know. I just hope that one day, no matter how far off that day may be, that he can forgive me. I know he'll never forget, but maybe he'll let off a little," he said, wondering if Edward was the kind to hold grudges. The two of them went silent, staring out the window as the sun began to set slowly over the horizon leaving darkness in it's wake. "Only time can tell," Jasper whispered cryptically.
(End! That's it. It's finished! Sorry guys.)
(A/N: That was a crappy ending wasn't it? Should I make a sequel? Show what happens next? Maybe a few years later or when they come back for seventh year, have them face down Voldemort together? I dunno, you tell me. I would like your opinions. If you review, I'll even give you a bowl of Cyber Ice Cream: Mint Chocolate Chip, and a rose, or something. Well, I have to get off here, and get to bed. I love you all, Love Randie Jo.)