Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter. I make no money or profit from this.

A/N: I really should hide from everyone...considering I haven't updated in a while, but this story will not leave me alone! It stares at me while I eat. It follows me around the house. I can't even sleep in peace! Therefore, I have decided to publish my first ever crossover! I love both Twilight and Harry Potter, so it naturally follows that they should be put together.

A few warnings, this story has some boy-on-boy action (if you've read my other fics, you'll understand), so please be ready. Also, I have quite a bit of this story already written, so reviews will definitely make them appear faster...

Happy reading,

Onyx Feloric

They were different. It wasn't just their appearance or the heavy accent. Something beneath the surface made his entire family wary. Jasper had accidentally brushed against them in the crowded hallways at school, feeling a certain restless energy seemingly caress him out of nowhere. Whatever it was, even hours after leaving any trace of their presence, there was a tiny remnant of that sensation that even his siblings could feel remaining on Jasper's skin.

The two boys hailed from Britain and though the smooth lilt was entrancing to listen to, they were distant from their classmates. Jadys Chorniy and Onyx Feloric. Jadys was the shorter of the pair with almost white blonde hair that layered his face and rested just above his shoulders. His chest was broad and fit. With pale skin, his lithe muscles were easily defined by his clothing. At six-foot-one, he wore designer jeans and darker shirts of all styles that always complimented his form and features. The best were his eyes. A metallic silver that seemed to shift between a stormy grey and shining steel depending on his mood…which was often volatile.

From his fine bone structure, though fairly unnoticeable to humans, he and his siblings could see a firm base of nobility. His raven-haired companion seemed fairly immune to the blonde's harsh candor, but Edward had seen more than one teen girl walk away in tears from Jadys' cruel tongue. The only other thing that marred him, aside from his merciless demeanor, was a tattoo on his left forearm. The twisted looking skull featured a feral-looking snake sliding out the mouth and seemingly glaring at the world. It gave the blonde a dangerous edge. Though it was faded, the young man didn't seem too bothered to show it.

Onyx Feloric was night to Jadys' day. His hair was like the blackest ink and it most often fell down his back in a loose, glossy braid to his pant line. Compared to his companion, he was six-foot-three and broader in figure. His entire body was perfectly sculpted, his muscle mass being more noticeable, but still lithe. Wearing dark designer jeans and mostly grey or black t-shirts, he'd caught the eye of most of the female population along with his friend. With skin equally pale, his green eyes seemed to glow. They weren't the typical 'green with my mood' that so many humans possessed, but the true, toxic , verdant green that seemed to hypnotize the unwary. He often came with painted nails and always wore two ornate rings on his fingers, never seeming to remove them, even during gym. While Jadys' personality was volatile, Onyx was aloof from all aspects of socializing, save from his housemate.

Emotion seemed a distant concept to him and, while he often controlled Jadys' cruel tongue, at times, Jadys had to draw his attention. To the humans he seemed the cool bad boy. It didn't help that the kid had a few more tattoos and piercings than the other. He had one tattoo on his right arm; starting with a half-inch solid black bracelet with twisting vine-like patterns traveling up his shoulder to stop at another half-inch bracelet at his bicep. Above that last bracelet, a strange symbol was engraved in solid black. According to one of the students who had gym with the stoic Brit, he had a dragon etched across his entire back and pierced nipples adding to the pierced ears, tongue, and the small silver ball under the left corner of his lower lip.

Compared to the other students of Forks, the two British teens were from another world and more than once, the teachers had glanced at them askew. Edward heard the questions in their minds. Who are they really? Where are their parents? Why move to Forks? Were they trouble makers? Should they worry for other students? All these questions were also on his own mind and his family concurred, but there was one question that the humans wouldn't even think to ask...

Where they human?

At first Rosalie had simply sneered, as she was most want to do, dismissing them as troublesome humans, but that touch from Jasper had raised their hackles.

They were beautiful. Far more interesting to look at than humans should be. Edward had caught a stray thought comparing the two boys to his own family. While he initially scoffed at the idea, he couldn't help but see some frightening similarities.

Their bodies seemed at the height of beauty, no doubt making it easy for them to manipulate those around them. The paleness of their skin also caught his eye. Unlike some humans, it wasn't an unhealthy or unnatural pale, but as if they were cut from marble. From one touch, Jasper had said that they were cooler than normal humans and their heart beats were oddly calm and steady. That and they had no aversion to their presence.

Humans naturally showed their aversion to vampires. It wasn't on purpose, but pure instinct. Despite how far humans had come from the days of cavemen, those buried gut feelings still prevailed, igniting the flight response. Onyx and Jadys seemed to either hide that instinct well, or they had no fear. That in itself, was a unique trait that made them seem otherworldly…but, they also seemed human.

Both teens brought their own lunches, consisting mostly of healthy foods, and a thermos of something hot. To their noses it smelled like some kind of tea, which had Emmett snorting something about Brits and tea-time. Their skin was also soft to touch according to Jasper; far from their own stone skin. The fact that they could hear blood rushing underneath their skin and the sound of that steady heartbeat, firmly retracted the idea that they were vampires of any type…but, they were all still cautious.

When their small family met around the table, Esme balked at the idea of spying on their new classmates, who, ironically enough, lived in a large manor only a few miles from their own home. She claimed that stalking the two boys seemed like an invasion of privacy.

Carlisle had agreed. They had done nothing to warrant such an invasive look into their lives. He pointed out that one's home was the ultimate place of comfort. To have it invaded with such casual ease was simply wrong. Until either boy did something untoward or hinted that they were a danger, they were off limits. They would simply have to be casual observers at school.

So he watched.

A/N: Well, hope everyone enjoyed. In order to capture interest, I am going to post the second chapter shortly after this one. Hint, hint...There will be a little action in the next chapter...Review please!