A reader of my Harry Potter stories asked that I write a crossover with Twilight. At first I wasn't keen on the idea. After reading a few, I decided to come up with my own idea. It is kind of a stretch, Edward and Cedric being the same person, but I think I made it work. :) Hopefully.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter. Just this idea and the story. :)

Enjoy!

Dawn in England, Dusk in Forks. Edward sat in his room on a cool fall night, staring at a book. But he wasn't reading. In fact, he wasn't in his body. The vampire began to dabble in magic. His forte was astral projection, where he could project himself anywhere he wanted with enough concentration. Being the extraordinary creature he was, his projections were so life-like that he could interact and touch other humans. In fact, his projections were human; all human.

While projecting, he heard no thoughts, had no incredible strength, no speed and best of all he didn't thirst for blood. But he made the mistake of getting caught; By Dumbledore himself.

Edward walked among the crowd in London, trying to look as if he belonged there. He strolled to the Underground to catch the subway to a Broadway feature. He passed a man in odd robes, tall and thin with a long beard and half moon glasses. Edward shrugged off the odd feeling he received from the man and boarded the train. He watched the subway leave the station, the old man still stared at him from outside the train. He shivered, the odd feeling still lingered. Edward turned and crossed his arms. He stared into the darkness of the tunnel through the window.

"I've never seen a projection so real before!" Edward was poked by the same man he just left behind at the station.

"What??" Edward backed away from the man, he was taken completely by surprise.

"Life-like movement, so real!" The old man saw the astonished look on Edwards face, "I would like for you to come to my office, I have a proposition for you."

"Sir, I don't even know you. And how did you know I was a projection?" He asked lowly. He tried not to make a scene for the other people on the train.

"Understandable," The old man's eyes twinkled, "What is the risk? I am but a hundred and something year old man…"

Something inside of Edward told him to trust the man. He knew that there was more to him.

They exited the train, many of the people staring at the old man in dark purple robes. He did stand out in a crowd. Edward saw that he was in the wrong part of town and he knew London rather well. They walked down a cobblestone alley. It was eerie, many people wearing dark clothing and walking slowly; of course making sure to stare menacingly. They made their way to a dust and cobweb covered shop, which appeared closed.

"Here we are!" The old man said as if he had never been more proud.

"Ok, I am confused." Edward scratched his head. "Are you going to tell me who you are and what we're doing?"

The old man walked up to the windows, cupping his hands to look inside. He looked around, as if he were going to break the window, and pulled out a rather knobby stick. He walked to the door and rapped on the door knob once and the middle window pane twice. The door opened.

"Albus Dumbledore," He smiled at Edward and walked in, Edward followed.

The moment Edward walked through that door; he was introduced to the world of magic. Dumbledore personally invited him to attend a special school for particularly gifted children, Hogwarts.

"Mr. Dumbledore, I'm a vampire in real life and this projection is hu-" Dumbledore cut him off.

"Projections are what the projector wants to be. If you wish to be human and project, you will be human. With a few tweaks you will be perfectly harmless to attend school."

"Tweaks?" Edward asked.

"You can be whomever you want to be," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled behind his half-moon glasses.

It began there. Edward became Cedric Diggory, the 11 year old Hufflepuff. Amos Diggory, an official for The Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures in the Ministry, agreed to have Edward pose as their son. With a few tweaks of his co-workers memories, there were no questions about Cedric.

Edward spent many daytime hours on his piano. It was his hobby when his life was all it could be. Happiness inspired him to play. His family often found themselves in wonder at what caused him to be so engulfed in happiness, but never pried. And Edward never told.

After 6 years, he became one of the favorites in Hufflepuff and the entire school. He was Captain and Seeker in the house Quidditch team and prefect. He even had a girlfriend, Cho Chang, who he would one day tell who he really was. That was until the Triwizard tournament in 1994. He was selected over the entire school to be the Champion from Hogwarts. He was ecstatic.

Until Harry Potter stole his thunder. Cedric had been openly supportive of Harry before; offering to replay Gryffindor when Harry fell from his broom because of the dementors and being the first to congratulate him on his new Firebolt. Cedric was very angry; Edward's music ceased.

And after the two Hogwarts students were neck in neck, they decided to take the cup together. And then he died.

Dumbledore had been the first to apparate to Forks and the first to find Edward collapsed on the floor, unconscious. After explaining the situation to his family, he took Edward to the nearest wizard hospital in Los Angeles, California; where he was kept for nearly 6 months. When he finally woke, Dumbledore explained that his projection had been killed and that he would never be able to project again.

Edward never tried.

He lost everything that day. Edward was once a great wizard with a wonderful girlfriend and friends. Now he was just a lonely vampire with nothing to live for. Immortality seemed less sweet with the passing time.

Hope you guys enjoyed it! Reviews are loved!