A/N: Another something I found on my computer and decided to just start posting. I have no idea where I'm going with this story or how long it will be, but here is the first chapter. I hope you like it!

The time period for this will be the end of New Moon and several years after the War ended. The year is 2017 and the timelines of both books have been altered to this.

Summary: Two teenagers show up at Forks to meet the Cullens in order to find a man who disappeared after being turned into a vampire 14 years prior. Can the Cullens help them and what happens if one of them knew the man, but it was a very long time ago?

Warnings: This will be Slash so if it's not your cup of tea don't read this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight

The Circle of Time

A loud pop was heard from the driveway leading up to the Cullen residence and two forms, a boy and a girl appeared seemingly out of nowhere. They were young, just entering the adulthood and both looked at the beautiful house in front of them cautiously, but with a childlike curiosity.

"Wow." The girl gasped. "Are you sure there are vampires living here?" She asked. "I mean… it looks so normal."

"Yeah, I'm sure." The boy said. "I told you they were supposed to be vegetarian; I think it's normal for them to have a house. I mean, it's not like they have to move around like other vampires…"

"You do realize that if you're wrong and they're not vegetarian we're practically offering ourselves for lunch, Teddy?" The girl said.

"We'll be fine, Victoire. I promise." Teddy said, but couldn't help but feel a bit nervous as they advanced towards the house. They stood outside the huge door and Teddy raised his hand about to knock, but added: "On second thought, if it looks like I'm wrong just apparate the hell out of here, okay?" He said before proceeding to knock.

"Teddy!" Victoire hissed trying to stop him, but was too late and not two seconds later the door opened revealing a light-brown haired woman with a kind face.

"Hello dears, how can I help you?" She asked kindly and the two stared at her in slight disbelief. She was a vampire? Well she did look like a vampire with her pale skin, beauty and golden eyes.

Teddy snapped himself out of his shock and coughed awkwardly.

"Err, hello, my name is Teddy and this is Victoire. We're looking for someone and thought that maybe you could help us. Sanguini said you might." He added and the woman – vampire – raised her eyebrows in slight surprise.

"Oh?" The vampire woman said curiously. "Please come in." She said and gracefully stepped out of the way walking further into the house. "I'm Esme, by the way. Would you like something to drink?" She asked with a kind smile as Teddy and Victoire cautiously followed her into the living room.

"Err… no thank you." Teddy said imagining her bringing them blood in a drinking glass.

"Are you sure? We have juice and soda, or I could make you tea." Esme said sounding excited at the prospect of making them something.

"Thank you, but we're fine." Victoire said.

"Very well then. Please sit down and tell me about this person you're looking for." She said and they sat down.

"Err… Well, he is a vampire, a vegetarian like you, I believe, and his name was Harry Potter. He was turned 14 years ago and vanished right after. Here, I have a picture of what he looked like back then." He said digging up a picture from his pocket and handing it to Esme.

The man in the picture had a long black hair and bright emerald green eyes and a faint scar shaped like a lightning bolt.

"Rosalie, Jasper, Emmett." Esme stated and suddenly three more vampires appeared in the living room making the two guests stiffen. "Does he look like anyone you know?" She asked them.

"No, never seen him before." Emmett said and Rosalie too shook her head.

"Carlisle could know." Jasper said, he too not recognizing the man.

Esme turned to Teddy and Victoire.

"I'm sorry, but none of us have any knowledge of this man, but my husband could know. He should be home within half an hour, if you're not in a hurry." She said.

"No, not at all, we can wait." Teddy said glancing at Victoire, who nodded.

"So why exactly are you trying to find this guy?" Emmett asked curiously.

"He's my godfather." Teddy said. "My grandmother just died so I thought I'd try and find uncle Harry. He's the only family I have left." He continued and Victoire took his hand in support.

"It does not bother you that he's a vampire?" Rosalie asked speaking for the first time.

"No. He's still Harry."

"How'd you know? You must have been very young when he disappeared." Rosalie insisted.

"Because he still cares about me. I know he does. He sends me cards and presents every Christmas and on my birthdays. He took care of me when I was little and he still does. My Gran even kept receiving money from him till I reached adulthood."

"You say he's a vegetarian, how do you know?" Jasper asked.

"I don't." Teddy said. "Not really. But from what I have heard about Uncle Harry, it's something he would do. Everyone always says he was the most compassionate person they knew. He had a bit of a saving-people-thing when he was human and always blamed himself for the deaths that happened during the war even though it wasn't his fault. He mourned for them but he never really hated the ones who killed them. Uncle Harry said once to my grandmother that he didn't hate them, not even Voldemort, who killed his parents, but pitied them for not knowing how to love. He just isn't one to harm anyone if he can help it." He continued looking down.

Victoire squeezed his hand in support and said:

"Teddy was there when Harry was changed. They were attacked by a group of new-borns, but Harry did everything he could to protect him and got them to safety, but was bitten himself."

"The poison was burning in his veins but he still took care of me. I don't think he actually realised what was happening at the time. The vampires weren't part of the war after all. I don't think he ever saw one." Teddy said absently lost in his memories. "I remember he fed me and bathed me before putting me to bed even though he was burning inside – I could see he was in pain. I asked him if he was okay, but he just kept repeating that everything was going to be okay and that I was safe and that he loved me. The next day I woke up to find him collapsed on the floor. I tried to wake him, but he wouldn't wake up and then his house-elf Kreacher came to me and took care of me, telling me to let Uncle Harry rest. Kreacher took care of me for the next two days – until Harry woke up.

"I can still remember the look on his face when he had just awoken – moving completely by instinct. I was playing in the next room and suddenly he was a few feet away from me looking at me with feral red eyes. Then Kreacher – the house-elf – popped between us and tried to get him to come to his senses and after a moment he did. I remember he closed his eyes and clenched his fists turning away from me. He told Kreacher to go get my grandmother and after a few minutes she arrived. She took me in his arms and asked where my Uncle Harry was. I pointed to the kitchen and Granma took us there.

Harry was there sitting on the head of the table his face buried in his hands. I guess he heard us coming as he told Granma to stop and not to get any closer. 'Take him away Andy, please go.' He begged my grandmother. Granma asked him what was wrong but Harry just shook his head and begged her to go and never come back. Granma was very worried at that and took a small step towards him but Harry moved in a blink of an eye across the room, away from us and yelled at us to leave. I could tell Granma was scared but she refused to leave until Uncle Harry told her what was wrong. Finally he turned to face us and Granma Andy saw what he had become. I will never forget that painful look in his blood-red eyes as he begged us to leave before it was too late. This time Granma listened to him and I never saw him again." Teddy said closing his eyes.

"How old were you?" Esme asked looking like she would cry if she could.

"I was five."

"That's very impressive feat that he was able to resist the pain of the transformation for so long, not to mention the fact that he didn't hurt you when he woke up. He's got to have amazing control." Jasper said.

"Maybe it's his gift." Esme said.

"Could be." Jasper mused.

"So now you want to find your godfather and what? It's not like you can play all happy family." Rosalie sneered. "He will probably kill you on sight."

"Rose…" Esme admonished.

"I'm willing to take that risk." Teddy said not willing to let the blond vampire get to him. The thought had occurred to him before, but he refused to believe that Harry would be any danger to him. After all, he had not harmed him even as a new-born.

Rosalie opened her mouth to retort, but was cut off by a blond male vampire arriving.

"Carlisle." Esme greeted him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "How was the hospital?"

"It was fine. They were more than willing to have me back." Carlisle replied. "I see we have guests."

"Oh yes. This is Teddy and Victoire. This is my husband and the head of our coven, Carlisle." Esme introduced and Carlisle raised an eyebrow at her.

"We know you're vampires." Victoire said noticing the glance and Teddy nodded.

"Sanguini sent them." Esme added.

"It's nice to meet you, sir."

"You too. And please, call me Carlisle." Carlisle said. "So, what brings you here?"

"They are searching for a vampire and want to play happy family with him." Rosalie sneered.

"That's enough, Rose." Esme said firmly.

Teddy ignored them.

"It's my godfather we're looking for. His name is Harry Potter and he was turned fourteen years ago and hasn't been seen since then. Here, this is a picture of him." Teddy said and gave Carlisle the photo.

Carlisle looked at the picture and would have paled had he been able to. Staring back at him was the familiar face he had not seen in over a century; longish black hair and gorgeous eyes – though they were different colour – that had looked at him so lovingly back then.

Harry.

Carlisle felt the painful ache in his chest that he had been able to dim to a point during all these years come back in full force and in the other side of the room Jasper winced at the force of emotion that came of him.

"Carlisle?" He asked concerned.

"It's not possible." Carlisle said shaking his head.

"What? Do you actually know the guy in the picture?" Rosalie asked in disbelief.

"You know him?"

"You have seen him?" Victoire and Teddy asked at the same time.

"Carlisle?" Esme said gently, putting her hands on his shoulders. "What is it?"

Carlisle tore his eyes off the man in the picture and looked at Esme with so much pain in his eyes that Esme was taken aback.

"It's Harry." He whispered and an understanding dawned on her while the other vampires looked confused.

"Yes, Harry, Harry Potter." Teddy said looking at the two vampires who seemed to be having a silent conversation.

"No. No, it's not possible. It can't be him. It's just a coincidence. They just look the same." Carlisle said.

"Could you please explain? Do you know my godfather or not?"

Carlisle sighed.

"I don't know Harry Potter, but the man in the picture looks like someone I used to know. He went by the name Harry Evans. However, it is not possible that these two are the same person no matter how much they look alike." Carlisle said and stood to leave. "I'm sorry, but I can't help you."

"Wait! Please, why can't they be the same person?" Teddy pleaded.

"Because you said that your godfather was turned fourteen years ago. I met my Harry in Italy in 1843 and he died in 1897 in France." Carlisle said sadly.

"Oh." Teddy said his mind whirling. "But you say they looked exactly the same?"

"Yes, except he didn't have the scar on his forehead or the glasses, but then again those are something that being turned into a vampire would heal. My Harry also had a short messy hair and the eye colour is wrong."

"What do you think?" Teddy turned to Victoire.

"I don't know… I mean sure they look the same and his mum's maiden name was Evans, but… they lived in different centuries, Teddy." Victoire said biting her lip.

"Nothing's impossible with… you-know-what, Vicky." Teddy said. They had agreed not to mention magic if they didn't have to as it was their only advantage against vampires if it came to that.

"You don't mean…" Victoire's eyes widened.

"That's exactly what I mean."

"But Teddy, no one can go back that far. It hasn't been invented yet."

"Vicky, have you ever listened to the stories they tell us about Uncle Harry? With his luck this is exactly something that could have happened to him."

"But what about the gifts? Carlisle said he died in 1897. How would he be able to send you gifts every birthday and Christmas if he's been dead over a century." Victoire argued.

That shut Teddy up. But there were too many similarities between the two Harrys to be ignored.

"Would you mind explaining what the hell you were just talking about?" Emmett asked having tried to keep up with the two teens' cryptic conversation and was dying of curiosity.

Teddy glanced at Victoire before addressing the vampires.

"I will tell you what we were talking about if you tell me first about your Harry." He said to Carlisle.

"Fair enough." Carlisle said and they all sat back down. "What would you like to know?"

"Everything. What was he like? How did you meet? Did he ever mention any family or friends?"

Carlisle sighed and steeled himself, trying to keep the painful longing at bay. It had been so long since he had last allowed himself to think about Harry, let alone talk about him, but he had promised and so he began.

"Very well." He said. "I met Harry Evans in Italy in 1843 through the Volturi when I travelled there to study. He was the most interesting creature I had ever seen. Aro was the one who first told me about him after multiple failed attempts to make me turn to human blood. He told me that I had the second best restraint he had ever seen and then proceeded to introduce me to Harry who too was staying with them."

"So Harry was a vegetarian too?" Teddy asked fully engrossed with the story.

"No." Carlisle shook his head with a faint smile that included a hint of disbelief. "He had never touched blood in his life."

"What?!" Rosalie exclaimed. "That's not possible!"

"That's what I thought, but it's true." Carlisle said.

"How?" Jasper asked.

"Nobody knows. Not even Harry himself. He told me he was turned in 1750 and had isolated himself for two years straight after, before he had ventured to the world. He said that he had decided that he couldn't escape from what he had become, but also that he refused to hurt anyone, and so he refused to eat."

"Didn't the scent of blood affect him at all?" Jasper frowned.

"It did, as much as a normal vampire, but Harry forced himself to ignore it. He was the most moral person I had ever met and his compassion and ability to forgive was something I had never seen before. He didn't approve the Volturi's way of life, but understood that they needed the blood to survive. Still, he felt guilty for every human he saw die because of what we were. I don't doubt that had he been in his full strength, he would have tried to save the humans the Volturi kept for food."

"What do you mean in full strength?" Victoire asked.

"We don't drink blood just as a means to satisfy our thirst, but it also makes us stronger and heals us faster." Esme explained and Carlisle nodded.

"But how did Harry survive then if he didn't drink any blood?"

"It's not necessary for us to drink blood to stay alive, so to speak, but not drinking it makes us very weak, even less so than a human. Plus it is very difficult to resist the scent of blood. Harry too was, I guess you could say fragile, for not having fed, but he was able to function like a human. Normally when we haven't eaten for a long time our eyes turn dark and the scent of blood and the desire to drink fills our minds so that we can't think anything else. Also our strength and other abilities like being able to move fast lessen the longer we are without blood, which is why Harry was physically so weak. Mentally however, it was a miracle that he was as sharp as a knife. He was able to push the blood thirst away from his mind, which is something I have never seen anyone do."

"Do you think it could have been his gift?" Jasper asked.

"It's possible. At least he never showed any other gift." Carlisle mused.

"So what happened then, after you had met Harry?" Teddy asked.

"We became friends. He was enthralled by my plans to become a doctor even though I was a vampire and I by his restraint and compassion to anything and everything. Contrary to what you think, I was not always this compassionate and caring." He said to his family. "Harry was the one who taught me to care and put others before myself. He showed me the beauty and love that life offered and made me want to become a better person.

"Harry and I stayed for two decades with the Volturi and during that time I convinced him to give animal blood a shot. By the time we left he was a vegetarian like me, but didn't feed nearly as often as me and his control became even better. He could now completely ignore his thirst for long times, but still keep his strength as a vampire." Carlisle continued.

"Nearly four decades after leaving the Volturi, Harry and I travelled the world staying only a few years in one place. I became a doctor and Harry worked with orphan children. He opened up more than one orphanage in different countries and supported many already existing ones. He made sure the people who took care of the children were sincere and got rid of many abusive men and woman. The children called him their guardian angel." Carlisle said with a sad smile.

"We were at one party held for Harry's benefit for the work he did with the orphans in France when a group of new-borns attacked the place. I had just stepped out for a smoke with a colleague of mine when we heard the screams. It was a massacre. We went back inside to see the new vampires killing everyone in their way. I tried to find Harry, but there was blood and bodies everywhere and it was too much for me. My control was slipping, so I fled and only later found out that I was the only survivor. I never saw Harry again." Carlisle finished closing his eyes.

"But that doesn't mean he died." Teddy said.

Carlisle moved his hand to his neckline and pulled out a chain with a silver ring with an emerald stones in it.

"I went back the next day and found this on top of a pile of ashes just where I had last seen Harry. It belonged to him." He said giving it to Teddy to see.

Teddy took the ring and inspected it closer.

"It looks slightly familiar…" He said to Victoire, who leaned to look at it. "But I can't get it in my head where I have seen it before."

"I don't know… it looks like a wedding band to me." Victoire murmured before her eyes widened in understanding and she looked at Carlisle, noticing a matching ring in his left hand.

"You called him your Harry." She said. "You were lovers weren't you?"

"Yes." Carlisle said with a sad smile. "Regardless of the time we lived in, we fell in love with each other and I considered Harry my husband. We kept our relationship in secret, but he gave me this ring saying that when the world was more open-minded he would ask me properly to marry him." Carlisle said stroking the ring in his left hand with a melancholy smile. "He was so sure it would happen in time and he was right, but he never lived to see it happen."

"Why haven't you ever told us about this?" Rosalie asked.

"I try not to think about Harry. It's too painful for me to do so." Carlisle said with apologetic smile to his children. "Even after hundred years, I still miss him more than anything."

"He was your mate." Jasper stated and Carlisle nodded.

"Edward must have known." Rosalie said.

"Yes. I was still mourning when I turned Edward, I thought about Harry all the time. I was so lonely." Carlisle said. "I also told Esme sometime after I turned her."

Esme smiled at him and took hold of his hand before turning to their audience.

"I had crush on Carlisle back then, but he did not return my affections. He took pity on me and told me about Harry and I understood that I could never have his heart when it already belonged to another." She said. "Later I realised that what I thought was love for him, was actually gratitude for saving me and giving me a reason to live."

"But… you're married aren't you?" Victoire frowned.

Esme laughed.

"Only in faked documents. We use marriage as our cover up as it is easier to explain why we have adopted five 'teenagers'. Sometimes though, we pose as brother and sister. In truth, Carlisle is my best friend, nothing more."

Victoire nodded in understanding just as Teddy exclaimed:

"That's it! I remember where I have seen this ring before!"

"Where?"

"Remember when we went to Godric's Hollow to see if there was any clue where Uncle Harry could have gone?" He asked Victoire who nodded. "I showed you the photograph of Harry's parents and his dad had a ring like this on his left finger."

"Are you sure?" Victoire asked frowning. "I think it had more white than emerald green in it."

Teddy frowned looking back at the ring before moving his gaze to Carlisle.

"Could I see your ring, please?"

"Of course." Carlisle said and showed his hand, letting them look at the ring closer – he had not taken it off ever since Harry had given it to him and was not willing to do so now either.

"See, this one has more emerald in it." Teddy said.

"It does look the same." Victoire admitted.

"This proves it; the Harry you knew is my godfather! He gave you his father's wedding ring."

"But this still doesn't explain the gifts…" Victoire said.

"Excuse me, but I think there's a whole lot more gaps in this story." Emmett said. "For one, if your godfather was turned 14 years ago, how did Carlisle know him in the 19th century?"

Teddy and Victoire exchanged a meaningful glance before Teddy answered:

"He time travelled." He said simply.

"But that's not possible." Jasper said. "I have never heard anyone able to go that far back."

"You know about magic?"

"Of course, we have encountered many magical vampires during our travels. Admittedly, we don't know much, but the basics." Carlisle said.

Teddy and Victoire nodded in understanding.

"We know that it's not supposed to be possible to go that far, but that had never really applied to Uncle Harry. He has done a lot of things that other people considered impossible and this is exactly something that could happen to him."

"Fine. Let's say that your godfather is the same person Carlisle knew. You do realise that he's dead then." Rosalie said.

"Rosalie!"

"No, he can't be. He's been sending me presents all my life." Teddy protested.

"Teddy…" Victoire said hesitantly taking his hand into her own. "You know he could have arranged them to be sent to you every year." She continued gently but Teddy just stared at her with hard bright eyes.

"No! He's alive, no matter what any of you say. I know he is. And I will find him with or without your help." He said ripping his hand away from hers and storming out of the house, leaving Victoire staring after him.

Sighing she too stood up.

"I'm sorry about him." She said apologetically. "It's just; he's looked up to Harry all his life, grown up hearing stories. After his grandmother died he was determined to find him no matter what."

"We understand." Esme said gently.

"Thank you for your help and I'm sorry if we rose up painful memories for you." Victoire said adding the last part to Carlisle.

"It's okay." He said and Victoire nodded turning to leave. Just as she was by the door Carlisle called after her. "Victoire! If – If you do find…something… can you give me a call?" He asked hesitantly offering her his calling card.

"Of course." She said with a faint smile. "And if you happen to hear something, I hope you'll do the same." She said returning the favour.

Carlisle nodded and with a pop Victoire was gone.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please review and tell me what you thought of this. Want to read more?

- Dalnim