So I had decided to rewrite most, if not all of my stories because after rereading them all, I was not happy with what I saw, I wanted to bang my head against a wall. Now, these rewritten chapters aren't perfect, but they are better and longer than before. I will be rewriting a few of my stories, but I will not replace the original chapters with the rewritten ones until all of the chapters are done and I have at least one new one.

So I hope you like these updated chapters! And I think it's pretty obvious that I'm not JK Rowling or Stephanie Meyers.

Chapter one

When we met:

Carlisle never knew when he would find his mate. He had spent years searching for them, whoever they were. He searched and searched high and low, far and wide, with very little success, finally deciding to wait, because he knew fate would lead him and his mate to each other eventually. But he knew his mate was out there somewhere.

Waiting to be found.

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Carlisle had been turned into a creature of the night nearly 200 years ago. He had spent most of the first part of his new life learning to control his thirst for blood. Living off of animal blood rather than human blood. Because he believed that all life was sacred. When he was human he had wanted so desperately to become a doctor, to save lives while his father took lives. When he had been turned he had thought that he too would turn out like his father and end up taking lives, so he gave up on his dream. But when he had learned that he did not have to drink the liquid life within humans, and instead drink it from the animals in the forests, he was ecstatic! He didn't have to be even more of a monster than he already was! He could learn to be a doctor, after of course he learned to control his thirst. So when he could, he had spent days learning in the field of medicine during the night, so as to not reveal himself to the humans, and hunting during the day. Because of his choice in lifestyle his eyes were a bright golden color when he was 'full' instead of the blood red like the rest of the vampire population. He didn't fancy being a vampire, he didn't know if he ever would. But he knows that history can't be changed, what is done is done. No use pouting over it like a child. There had to be a better side to the vampire lifestyle. So he decided to learn everything he could about what being a vampire meant, so he went in search of others like him who would be kind enough to give him the answers he needed.

He had always known that there were others like him, how could he not? He had met a few in his travels and they had given him the bare basics of what to do, like to drink regularly and to stay out of the sun around humans, and, more importantly, what not to do, such as the obvious don't let the human world know of the vampires existence. And he had known about the Volturi, the 'rulers' of the vampire world, in other words, the Royal Clan. But he had never approached them, in fear that they would find his lifestyle disgusting and try to change him, like some of the others he had met, and, if he didn't comply, they would kill him. He had heard rumors from the other vampires that the vampire kings could be a bit temperamental, not always so accepting of not getting what they want. So he was rather surprised when one of the inner circle and come to him bearing a message from the head king, Aro. They had wanted to meet him, because they had actually found his 'vegetarian' lifestyle, as they had called it, interesting to say the least. So, not wanting to anger or offend them, he had accepted to meet with them and left for their home in Volterra right away. Not long after he had arrived at the beautiful grand castle he had been summoned to meet the three kings Aro, Caius, and Marcus. They found him odd. Because of his choice to not take the life of a human for their blood, but to drink the blood of the animals instead. Carlisle and his kind, golden eyes were thought both rather unusual and intriguing by the whole Volturi clan.

While Carlisle was with the Volturi he didn't do much, because the kings were usually busy doing… whatever it is that they do. So he just mostly stuck to the massive library, determined to read every single book on those ash wood shelves. Many times he could be seen with a small group of vampires surrounding him, mostly newcomers and some guard members, explaining why he chose his diet and regaling tales of his adventures and of his work as a doctor. All were baffled by his choice in food and his desire to actually help the humans instead of avoiding them, because surely being around them would tempt him to much? While that would have been the case many years ago when he first became a vampire, that was not so much now. Because of his determination and the amount of time he had spent controlling his thirst he could now be around the bleeding humans. Sure, sometimes when it had been a few days since he had last hunted it did get to be challenging, but his stubborn refusal to so much as think as drinking a single drop has helped strengthen his control. The smell still bothers him, but he can easily ignore it at the best of times now. As he had demonstrated when Aro had decided to randomly drop a fresh human corpse outside the library one day. Carlisle did not so much as twitch at the smell of fresh blood, instead he had just calmly stood up and removed the body from the castle grounds. Needless to say, everyone was quite impressed with his control. He didn't leave the library much, only coming out at night when he needed to hunt or if he was summoned by Aro to answer more questions or to just simply chat about whatever came to the king's mind. Which was often actually, the vampire had a lot of questions for the Cullen man.

Volterra often saw new vampires in search of the Royal clan, more often newborns brimming to the top with questions about anything and everything about being what it meant being a vampire, like they all were when first turned. Others were veteran vamps who wanted to join the guard, though there were a few newborns who did too but most wanted to see the world first. Most of the visitors didn't stay long, wishing to start a new life somewhere else. But when there were newcomers around Carlisle didn't see much of them unless they sought him out, or if he was already with the kings in their throne room, answering more of Aro's, and Marcus's, endless questions. Nothing special about each newcomer really stuck out to Carlisle, except the few who had special powers. But one day a rather odd vampire, who, to everyone's surprise, was very much like Carlisle, had come to Volterra. And little did Carlisle know, that odd vampire that would forever change his eternal life.

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Carlisle was walking in the garden one late autumns eve, he had just finished his hunt, enjoying the slight breeze and admiring the beauty nature has to offer them. It was a rather unusually cloudy day that day, but one shouldn't look a gifted horse in the mouth. Because of this overcast he and the other vampires could walk outside without sparkling like diamonds, so he could finally look at what the grand castle had to offer on the outside. And it didn't disappoint. He explored the city some for the first time, making sure to stay in the shadows. It was an extremely beautiful city indeed. He had planned on returning to the library in a moment, because soon the guards would be coming out for the night. But then one of Aro's best guards, Demetri, came with another summons from Aro.

"More questions for me?" He had asked with a small knowing smirk on his pale face.

Demetri just gave a short laugh "No, not this time. He has something, or rather, someone, to show you , but he asked me not to say. He wants it to be a surprise. Don't keep him waiting." He said before running off.

Odd. Carlisle thought. Most of the time when Aro wanted him to meet someone he would send them to the golden eyed vampire. Nevertheless, he knew better than to keep Aro waiting, so he quickly ran towards the throne room, stopping just before the guards posted there for the evening hour. He gave a short nod to the man and the woman posted at either end of the large doors and walked in. When he walked in he walked into the familiar scene that was situated at the top of the stairs that lead to a platform. Caius and Marcus were sitting on either side of Aro in their own thrones, and Aro in his slightly bigger throne. But today, Aro was talking to the newcomer he had wanted Carlisle to meet, a male vampire with messy, shoulder length midnight black hair that shone in the lighting from the flamed torches that adorned the walls and the chandelier from above. His back was turned facing the three kings so Carlisle couldn't see his face, but he knew he was as pale as him. He didn't quite know it, or understand it, but he felt a certain unusual pull toward the man.

When Aro took notice of Carlisle's entry he brighten up and exclaimed "Ah! Carlisle, so glad you could join us so quickly. I was just talking to Harry here. It seems he shares your opinion about the humans." Aro had said while the vampire he was talking to turned around. His midnight black hair framed his heart shaped face perfectly. His eyes, a darkish, vibrant, emerald green color mixed with gold flecks were the most beautiful thing the blonde had ever seen. Just barely visible through his messy bangs was a faded lightning shaped scar, so faded that, if you were human, you could not see it on his snow white skin. He had a handsome face with defined cheekbones and rather slim shoulders. As Carlisle approached the group he noticed that the new vampire, Harry, was about a head and a half shorter than him.

He stuck out his hand towards the beautiful man and said man took it, looking slightly shocked and happy.

"Hello, my name is Carlisle Cullen. Pleasure to meet you." He said shaking the hand in his slightly, noticing how perfectly the small, delicate hand fit into his.

"Harry Potter" Said the man before him. His accent was thick and obviously British. It was like music to Carlisle ears. It was so long since he had come across someone who came from the same place as he had. And there was something about this vampire that made him want to hear more of his musical voice.

"I am surprised that there is another vampire who only feeds off animals. I thought I was the only one" Carlisle said. And it was true. Every vampire he had come across had said the same, that they had never heard of anything like him before.

"As was I. Though a couple of my friends who were turned shortly after me feed off of animals only too. We mostly kept to ourselves. I never knew there were others like us who did. Are there more?" Harry asked, peering up at the blonde before him in interest. Though there was something else in those gem like eyes, something Carlisle couldn't name. Something that he was sure mirrored his own topaz eyes.

"Not that I know of. I was so sure that I was the only one that I really haven't thought to look." Carlisle admitting rather sheepishly.

Harry chuckled. "Well, don't worry mate, I hadn't thought to look either." He grinned at the blonde

Carlisle smiled. He was about to speak again when Aro intervened.

"Well I am glad to know that there is new information on the matter of the vegetarian diet, because your way of life is fascinating, unfortunately my brothers and I have other matters to attend to right now, so I am going to have to ask you two to head on to the library for now. I shall summon you when we are done. Harry, Carlisle here will show you to the library and your room, which is across the hall from his. Now off with you." He said dismissing them as a few of the guard started to fill in with a clan from south Africa, the Jundi Clan if Carlisle remembered right, as he always did, being a vampire came with a perfect memory. Which was both a blessing and a curse.

"Of course, Harry if you'd follow me. We can walk and continue our conversation on the way there." He said making his way to the door, the black haired vampire quick to follow.

As they were walking to the library together, Carlisle found himself staring at the mesmerizing vampire beside him.

"So, Mr. Potter. If I may ask. Why did you decide on the 'vegetarian' diet?" he asked in a half playful, half interested manner. He wanted to know more about the creature beside him.

"You may. And please call me Harry. Mr. Potter makes it sound like I'm back in school and am about to be punished for whatever trouble I had caused then." he replied with a mischievous grin on his angelic face. Carlisle chuckled.

"Ok then Harry. Why did you choose to feed off of animal blood rather than human blood like most?"

Harry shrugged nonchalantly.

"I myself believe that the human life is a fragile and valuable thing. MY human life was filled with nothing but pain, sorrow and loss. I was practically alone my whole life! But I still had my friends. And they made my miserable life just bearable." Harry said sporting a sad expression.

"But there is more to it I assume?" Carlisle asked. He hoped that the vampire beside him was happy now. He couldn't quite understand why the thought of the man, whom he had just met not even a few minutes ago, being in pain made HIM feel like the most miserable person in the world. It kind of scared him, but… it also felt right.

"Yes there is, but it is a bit personal." Harry said nervously.

"Ah. Well I understand. I won't pry."

Harry gave Carlisle a warm smile "Thank you'' He whispered.

Carlisle returned the smile. By then they had reached the library and were approaching Carlisle's usual table.

"So Harry, what brought you here of all places. Not that it's bad here. The place is amazing. I'm just curious." Carlisle asked leaning towards Harry.

"I have been moving from place to place since I was turned. Going around the globe. I had nowhere to live and nowhere to go home to. Well, my friends who I had told you about had a place, but I didn't want to intrude. Besides I was fine on my own. But I had stumbled upon a small coven in southern France and they told me about the Volturi. Me, being the dangerously curious bloke I am, decide to come check it out."

Carlisle was curious "What about your friends? Did they not know? And I can't believe I hadn't asked this before, but how many of you friends are like us?"

Harry's expression saddened. "Only the couple that I had mentioned were turned with me. When I was turned most of my friends turned their backs on me. Only two, the two I was talking about earlier, had stuck by my side. In my world, vampires are thought of as deadly, dangerous, and untrustworthy. No matter who you were or what you had done in your human life. It didn't matter that it was me who had been. You were considered a monster once the venom began to spread where I am from. My two friends who stood by me managed to get me to safety after I was bitten so I wouldn't be killed by our Ministry."

"Your world? Your ministry?" Carlisle asked dumbfounded. What on earth was he talking about?

"The magical world. Home to all of the witches and wizards in the world. And The Ministry of Magic, our government system. Didn't you know?" Carlisle shook his head. He hadn't known the magical world was REAL. Like actually REAL. That the witches his father hunted actually existed somewhere out there.

Harry then began to tell Carlisle about the magical world, the ministry, his adventures, what he had done, who he was, his two friends Hermione and Luna, and that he, Hermione, and Luna still had their magic even though when a wizard was turned the venom wiped out their core. And that their powers had increased ten fold since they were turned.

"Fascinating" Carlisle murmured. "Yeah" Harry said with a small smile on his lips.

"How had you and your friends had been able to keep your magic if other who were turned lost theirs?"

"I really don't know. I have always been the exception to the rules, whether I had wanted to be or not. So we, as in me, Hermione and Luna, just chalked it up to me being who I am. And because I had been the one to turn them, something in my venom must have allowed them to keep their magic as well. " Harry replied with a resigned shrug

"Ah, I see."

"So Carlisle, when were you turned?" Harry asked, obviously wanted to steer away from the current topic. Which was understandable.

"It was in 1663 when I was 23, my father was a pastor and, well, a witch hunter and so he had dragged me along on an escapade to find a 'vampire', which ironically had turned out to be a real vampire. Unfortunately it was a hungry one too. So when we got there, not only had the vampire felt rightfully threatened, but he could smell the blood of a dozen men. My father had managed to get away from the carnage and into the city to get help, but the help would have been useless, the rest of the men were killed, but I was only bitten, mostly because the vamp had come back to his senses by then and the rest was because he could hear the riot approaching, so he left me there to be caught by the mob. I had known what was happening as soon as he had let me go, so I crawled away into a nearby ally and covered myself in garbage to shield my view from the public with what little strength I had left. It was only with sheer willpower that I had remained silent throughout the whole process." He said grimly.

"Ah. I'm sorry about that. But I have to say it was mighty impressive that you were able to get away and stay quiet for so long. Merlin knows I couldn't do that." Harry said apologetically.

"Merlin?" Carlisle asked amused.

"Oi, it's a wizard thing. Don't judge me on my choice of vocabulary." Harry squawked, forming his full lips in an adorable pout.

Carlisle only laughed at his reaction. The prat.

"So Harry, when were you turned?"

"35 years ago. I was 21. I was ambushed on my way home from the market when it happened, I managed to blast the bugger off of me before he could start draining my blood, but the damage was done. With what little strength I had left I called out for my house elf Dobby. Then I succumbed to the pain. Hermione told me that Dobby had brought me home to my room then summoned her immediately. She had stayed by my side the whole time. Luna came by on the second day, said she already knew what was going on, bloody girl has to be part Seer I swear." Harry grumbled that last part.

"I'm sorry. But I have to ask, with you still being so new, how is you and your friends control over your thirst?" Carlisle asked.

Harry smirked. "A couple years ago I had invented a spell that dampened the smell of human blood. For both me and the girls, because they had me turn them a couple years after I had been turned, they used some sort of spell to get the venom in their system because I was still a newborn. I can still smell the blood though, just not as much. And with the added control I had already gained, the smell is damn near next to impossible to pick up on a good day. So I can waltz through a room with dozens of humans freshly bleeding without wanting to drain them."

Carlisle's eyes widened. "Really? That is very impressive. Does it work for those who were non-magical before they were turned to? Or just those who were magical before?" If it was so, then he'd probably never have to worry about the pungent smell of human blood again.

Harry sat there in deep thought. "I don't really know. The only ones who I have performed that spell on besides myself are the girls. I can try later if you want?"

Carlisle shook his head rapidly. "I'd like that very much thank you." They sat there for a few seconds in a comfortable silence before Carlisle remembered another question he had been dying to ask.

"What about your eyes? They are a bright shade of green flaked with gold. I have never known a vampire to have an eye color other than gold or red. And are your friends eyes different too"

Harry shrugged. "I do not know why my eyes are like this, both the girl's eyes are the same as yours. Hermione and Luna, who are the two smartest and brightest witches I have ever met, do not know either. Only theories."

"Such as?"

"Hermione believes that because of a curse I had received as a baby, and then again when I was seventeen, is the reason that my eyes are still green. The very same shade as the curse. Luna just believes that it is just because this is me we are talking about. My life has never been what you would call 'normal' as you can presume from my tale."

Carlisle nodded. Well aware of the oddities that the camp before him experience in his everyday life. And his life wasn't considered normal anymore either "What curse did you receive as a baby and as a teenager?"

"A well known curse in our world known as the 'Killing curse'. It is unblockable and there is no counter curse for it, if you're hit, you're dead. I am the only known survivor of the killing curse though. It is one of the reasons why I am famous back there. I had survived it as a mere babe. Of course I had the help from a charm placed on me after my mother sacrificed her life to save mine. Love truly is the most powerful form of magic there is" Harry said solemnly.

But Carlisle was in a slight shock after what he had just been. To try and kill someone as defenseless as a baby. Fail. And try again years later? Especially when that baby was the sweet, kind man before him?! Carlisle was glad that the monster who had done that was dead or else he might of killed him himself.

"So Carlisle. Enough about me! Let's hear your story. Both before and after your turning. I mean, it's only fair" Harry said with a grin as he leaned closer to Carlisle eyes dancing with interest as he smiled. Carlisle gave his a shining smile of his own as he began to tell his tale to the extraordinary man in front of him.

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For the next ten years Harry and Carlisle would spend in Volterra with the Volturi, learning more about each other and their kind, and with Harry explaining more about the wizarding world and how corrupted the British Wizarding World had become over the last two centuries.

It wasn't that long after they met that Carlisle and Harry began a more 'romantic' relationship. Finding that they quite liked each others company and that they just… clicked. It was a couple years later that they had realised what they had was, why they had felt that pull towards one another when they had first met and why they had felt like they had known each other their whole lives, they were mates, destined to be. Harry was ecstatic that he had finally found someone that could be his forever love, his forever home, because that is what it felt like being with Carlisle, it felt like he was home. And the same could be said for Carlisle, he had thought that he would never find his mate, because he had heard that it was almost impossible. But from the vampires he had met who did have their mates told him tales of what it felt like to have the other half of your soul in your life, and he had wanted that so desperately, and now he had it. They were hardly seen without each other after that realization. They were inseparable. There was no Carlisle or Harry any more, only Harry and Carlisle, Carlisle and Harry. They were happier than they had ever been.

One day, while they were in their now shared quarters, Harry was reading a book on magical plants, with Carlisle lying next to him with his head on Harry's lap, reading his own book on magical creatures. They were quite content in front of the fire in front of them, and a cool breeze lazily blowing through the opened window. Harry was running a hand through Carlisle's golden silky locks, who was humming in delight, when a barn owl swooped in and dropped a letter on Harry's book, then abruptly leaving, obviously not needed a response. Curious, Harry took the letter with the slanted, feminine writing, recognizing it, and placed the book on Carlisle's chest.

Carlisle looked up at his mate while he read his letter. Harry's eyes continued to grow with worry, anger, frustration, and fear. What was wrong?

"Harry?" He asked his mate worriedly. He hated to see him so upset.

Harry sighed and closed his eyes while folding the letter and letting his fingers get lost in Carlisle's hair.

"It was from Hermione. Apparently there is a new evil rising in the magical world in London. And the Ministry want me to come and 'take care of it' like I did with Voldemort. Because I am the 'Chosen One' the 'Savior of the Magical world' the 'Boy-Who-Bloody-Lived'. Bloody arse holes can't seem to take care of this themselves or are just to lazy to do it like they were during the time of You-Know-Who. Leave it the Gryffindor Golden Boy to do all of the Ministries damn dirty work once again. Then be shoved to the side and treated like a monster once the job was done" Harry growled.

Carlisle blinked in surprise. He had never heard his Harry talk like that before. Never had he heard his mate swear. In fact he had never seen the calm man anything BUT calm and happy in the ten years that he had known him.

"Will you go?" Carlisle asked as he sat up and moved closer to his mate. Harry sighed.

"If I don't the idiots would set up a ruddy man hunt for me. I'd rather save them the trouble, march down there, and give them a piece of my mind. Then let them find this place, Merlin knows what will happen if they do." He said as he got up and headed to the wardrobe, picking up a small rucksack that Carlisle was sure had some sort of enchantment on it to hold more stuff then it's size will allow. As Harry packed his bag, using his vampire speed of coarse, Carlisle watched him, worry for his mate clear as day on his beautiful face. The bad was packed within seconds. Carlisle stood and approached his mate carefully, like one would so as to not startle an animal.

"I'll come with you."

Harry moved closer to him and took both of Carlisle's hands in his own. "No. These are things that I have dealt with in the past before. You haven't. Things I have come across before. Things I know what are and what they can do. It'll be dangerous for you and I am not going to put you at risk. I have lost too many people because of my foolish and idiotic actions. I don't know what I would do if you got hurt because of me. Or if I lost you and it was all my fault. I can't bare to lose you love. I'd rather you be away from me and safe then with me and in danger." Harry said as he pulled Carlisle closer to him and placed his hands on either side of Carlisle's face, trying to make him understand. Carlisle placed his hands on Harry's hips, hoping to hold him there.

"What about you? There is probably more danger than before because you know nothing about your opponent this time, and I know how to take care of myself." Carlisle said. His eyes pleading for Harry to stay. He didn't like the thought of his mate going anywhere without him there to protect him.

"I know Carlisle, I know. But I am a lot stronger, quicker, and smarter then when I had left that hell hole. It would take a lot to kill me. And I mean A LOT. But because it is extremely difficult doesn't mean it is impossible, I know. But my magic has kept most of everything from hurting me or killing me when I was a human and has continued to do so to this day. You don't have that luxury, and the people of the Magical world can be pretty cowardly, they'll do anything to hurt you or me, and I can't protect us both from that. I will be fine love. I need you here, safe." Harry said pleadingly. Carlisle sighed. He knew of the dangers and he knew that he couldn't do anything against a magical being if they knew the right spell to shield their sent and noise from him. That doesn't mean he had to like it.

Harry then pulled Carlisle into a deep, heated kiss, trying to pour every ounce of love and affection for the blonde haired man in front of him, holding him like he was the most precious jewel in the world. He had snaked his arms around Carlisle's neck, holding him close, and Carlisle wrapped his arms around Harry's waist doing the same, neither wanted a single hairline of space between them. They had stayed that way for what seemed like hours. It may have been so, seeing how they don't need oxygen, so they didn't need to separate.

But soon, too soon for either liking, Harry pulled away. Both were studying the other's beautiful features trying to memorized every last detail of their lover's faces.

"I must go" Harry whispered as he pressed his forehead against Carlisle's. They gave another shared another deep kiss, this one shorter than the first, before Harry grabbed his bag. Harry shouldered it and looked into the beautiful topaz eyes, Carlisle wondered if he would ever see his beloved Harry again.

"I love you Carlisle."

"And I love you Harry."

With that Harry turned on the spot and disappeared with a loud CRACK!

Carlisle just stood there staring at the spot where his beloved Harry, his mate, had vanished to go, once again, save a world that never deserved him.

So 'Jundi' is Arabic for soldier, I think. Google translate has been wrong before so I'm sorry if I got it wrong. Anyway, tell me what you think!

R&R