Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight, everything you might reconize belongs to J.K Rowling and Stephanie Meyer.

Summary: The war has ended with Voldemorts death. Many lifes was lost and all Harry wants to do is find somewhere to settle down without reportes following his every step, and he finds a little muggletown in the middle of nowhere, where he hope to be able to hold a small profile and just live the rest of his missreable life in peace. But that seems impossible when a stalking vampire claimes to be his mate.

Warning: This story containce SLASH!(male x male) If you have problems with this I sugest that you don't read this story. Also warning for blood( hello... vampires), violence,child abuse,slight angst, sex, possible m-preg and Bella-bashing.

Black and Bronze

by

FancyFay930

Prologe: Trip Down Memory Lane

The sceneri flowed passed in a blurr outside the window. Grey. That was all the teenage boy saw. Grey roads and grey brick-buildings. Everything was coverd by a grey duvet.

The air outside the car smelled of rain and the people walking the streets was dressed in raincoats and was carrying unbrellas.

As the traffics light turned red, the boy in the backseat watched with bright emerald eyes covered by black sunglasses (even if there was no point in wearing them when the sun was blocked by the rain clouds), as a mother was scolding her young son for having walked out on the road, the little five yearold's eyes was redrimmed and his underlip was trembeling.

The driver was chatting away about insignificant things; like the weather, latest news or the wonders of London. But the teen in the backseat made no sound to show that he was listening. Not that the driver cared much, as long as the passenger would pay he was fine. The teen was lost in his own thoughts by the time the car started moving again.

Flashback

There was no sound, not even a whistle of wind, except for the soft thuds of a pair of feet limping over the bloodstained ground of Hogwarts. The final battle was over, many of the light side never got to see it through. Blood dripped from the tip of a wand held loosely in the hand of the Boy-who-lived. He was exhausted and his magical level was at a minimum, he had used all of his power against Voldemort and it was now taking its toll on him. He was at the border of collapsing, but he forced himself to continue on his way up the path to the grate entrance.

He stumbled, something on the ground had taken hold of his ankle and he dared not look down to see what it was. A rasped breath cut through the silence like a knife, and it made him go rigid.

He spared a small glimpse at his feet, began hyperventilating and immediately shock the hand of and backed away. At the ground, in a puddle of blood, laid a body he knew all to well. Were there should be a leg it was nothing, blood flowing freely, there was a big slash across what was supposed to be a face and another one across the chest. She was dying.

"H-har...ry..."

He furiously whipped his face and turned his gaze the other way as he continued onward. Never faltering his steps nor looking back at the redheaded bundle at the ground as it draw a last gasped breath and stilled, joining his friends on the other side.

He reached the open entrance and stumbled inside, towards the great hall. He opened the oak door and stared over the four housetables filled with all underage students who wasn't allowed to fight in the battle outside, but full capable to hear the pain-filled screams. He didn't feel sorry for them, after all they did not actually see the death and terror that covered the ground on the other side of the stone-walls. He did. And his eyes was empty and haunted by all the suffering.

His goal was to reach the teacher's table before the exhaustion would overpower him. His steps echoed in the quiet hall. Everyone's eyes was upon him, studying him as he took another pain filled step.

Only three teachers was present, the others had participate in the battle. Madam Pomfrey had tears in her eyes as she watched the boy that had spent more time in her hospital wing than any other student since she started working in the castle. McGnagall stood by Poppys side, she wasn't crying, but her mouth was trembling. Even his least liked professor had trouble controlling his features as his worst rival's son was slowly making his way towards them, Snape had never seen the Potter-boy look like this, it was like looking at a blood soaked zombie.

Harry stumbled again, he was losing the inner fight against unconsciousness, he could just hope to have time to tell them. Ha faltered, he wouldn't make it all the way.

" He's dead"

More than that he wasn't able to get out before he gave up to his exhaustion, he saw with blurry vision, the three teachers running to catch him as he fell to the floor that was already stained by his blood.

End Flashback

Harry shock his head. It wouldn't do to think about that at this time. It was enough with the memories tormenting his dreams, they needn't torment his wake hours as well. He rarely got a whole nights sleep nowadays. He was dragged from his brooding when the car came to a stop, and the driver's voice was heard from the driving seat.

"Hey, lad... We're at the airport. Might hurry up a bit, mind you? I have a tight schedule."

Harry did no move as to have heard him as he stared at the building that would take him away from England and (hopefully) the memories which belonged there.

A short pixie-like girl danced into the living room, shortly followed by a tall blonde guy, who had a small, barely noticeable smile on his inhumanly beautiful face. She made a little twirl before making a dash for the couch that held one other occupant. A big man was playing video games on the TV, all the while throwing comments at the computer-controlling opponents, he manage to crush. By his side there was a girl reading a fashion magazine, she had long blonde hair and a body any girl would die for. A woman in her mid thirties with a heart-shaped face and brown hair was re-decorating the hallway and the man of the house was in his study. All in all, it made a happy family. Except one member, Edward was standing by the glass-wall, looking out over the forest surrounding the home, without really seeing it. He had held the same pose for eight days, unmoving and unblinking. His face was expressionless, but if one looked really closely into his black eyes one would see a swirl of emotions. Sorrow, anger, regret, hatred, betrayal, emptiness, every gloomy emotion one could think of. Not one happy emotion could he feel. Edward knew he was making it hard for Jasper. But there was nothing to be done about it.

The reason behind his sombre condition was a teenage girl named Isabella Swan, for he would not call her Bella anymore. This was her fault. She is to blame, and that disgusting mutt. There was many things he now regretted doing, like repeatedly saving Isabella's life; he should have let the Voltauri kill her when they were in Italy a month ago, then he would not be feeling like this right now.

One thing that he now hated with being a monstrous vampire was that he could not forget. He was doomed to remember every little detail of the horrible, heartbreaking event.

Flashback

He was running through the green forest, making his way home to change clothes before going to his girlfriend Bella's house. He had spent a whole weekend with his brothers, hunting in Vancouver island. It had been two weeks since the incident in Volterra, and he was making up for leaving the family. It had been an successful hunt but his to be with thoughts had been with Bella during the whole time. He couldn't wait to spend time with her, even if he had in her presence nonstop since they came back.

As he started to see the outline of their home he quickened his vampire speed. When he came in through the front door, he flew up the stairs and to his room. He disposed of the slightly bloody clothes he wore and picked out a pair of black jeans and a light blue button up shirt before he went to his car and drove to Bella's.

As he reach the right house, he exited the car and made his way to the front door and knocked. He heard the pair of lazy feet moving from the living room, accompanied by the thoughts of Charlie Swan.' Wonder if it's Jake again, maybe he forgot something' The door opened to reveal the chief of police, who's face turned grumpy when he saw who it was. "Oh. It's you." He said with a little snare before he turned on his heal and headed back to the TV.

Edward went for the kitchen where Belle stood and did the dishes. At once he was assaulted with the stench of wet dog. He immediately tensed and narrowed his eyes. The smell came, not from the kitchen itself, but from the person in the kitchen. Bella. The stench came from within her body, and he could smell something else, sex. She reeked of sex. A dark sensation overtook him and he grabbed her and pined her against the wall. "What have you done? You have ruined everything."

Her dull brown eyes showed a little fear before they turned back to the indifferent and clueless eyes she normally shows. Never before had he seen her in this light, and to be honest he didn't like what he saw, Bella was ugly. Edward growled.

"W-what are you talking about? I haven't done anything." She was scared, there was no doubt about that. And she had a right to be. "Than maybe I should go and ask our dear friend Jacab mutt." That made her eyes widen, but he continued "After all this place reek of wet dog and you smell of sex."

How could you do this to me? It's over now, Bella. For good this time." If Edward was able to, he would be crying. To heck with man-pride.

Bella seemed to have gathered what little courage she had, for she got an really ugly expression on her face that showed her determination. " So... He gave me something you never did. He gave me pleasure. And what did you give me, huh? You gave me freaking heartache for months. He loves me more than you ever did, for he would never leave me deserted in a forest or ignore me when I called him. He is more of a man than you will ever be, your filthy bloodsucking monster. Because that is all you are, a killer and a monster. Now get of my house. I don't want any dirt in here." She had tears in her eyes at the end of it.

Edward was horror struck. Never would he have believed her to say that. The shy, blushing, pretty girl that he fell in love with was long gone, in her place was an ugly stuck-up girl that hadn't the slightest idea of how the real world was. She was a completely spoiled brat that only wanted every guy to notice her.

He was gone from her kitchen in less than a blink of an eye and was making his way home.

End Flashback

(A/N) How was it? Good? Bad? This is my first story so pleas tell me what you think. I know this pairing has been done many times before but I wanted to give it a try. Pleas review review review