A/N: Hi! This is my first attempt at a fanfic and so of course I had to go all overboard and make it a crossover heh..

Well I hope y'all will enjoy it nonetheless and not judge me to harshly at the end.

* Chapter One *

He was looking at his reflection in the mirror with no expression revealing his state of mind. Scars marred his chest and arms, his thighs and calves. Each scar reminded him of what a freak he was, how he shouldn't exist in such a ''perfect'' world, filled with such ''perfect'' people. He was a good for nothing orphan. Too skinny and fragile, too short and petit, too.. Harry Potter.

His uncle and cousin loved to tell him how unworthy he was of his life, how he should have just died together with his birth parents; sparing the world such disgrace. Aunt Petunia though would rather pretend he didn't exist, only sparing him a glance when the circumstance called for it, ignoring her husband and sons cruelty. If she didn't see it, couldn't hear it - it didn't exist.

Harry lightly touched the bruise forming on his shoulder blade. It had yet to turn the ugly purple-blue colour he'd seen far too many times. He guessed it would match nicely with the dark circles forming under his eye sockets.

It had only been 2 weeks since he'd been sent back to his relatives - if you could even call them that. He had a hard time understanding the old headmasters reasoning though. ''You'll be safer there, my boy.'' Harry laughed bitterly as he tried to look at the damage that had been done on his back. He could feel the sticky fluid that should be circulating inside of him run down slowly, most of it had started to dry making it a hard task to move.

''Such a mess..'' Harry whispered in despair, still looking at his reflection. What had become of his life? What had it given him other then heartache and pain? The little bit of joy that was present during his schooling was constantly jeopardised, enough to make his longing for another year to come cease into nothing.

An angry growl rumbled from his empty stomach. His relatives were once again starving him, not that it really mattered anymore. During his previous summer tortures he'd learnt to block the cramping pain of hunger away, he even had a hard time enjoying the food he was presented with at Hogwarts - fearing he'd get accustom to such luxury.

''Tergeo'' Harry whispered, feeling how the spell cleaned up the dried blood from the open wounds. He didn't know how bad they were but by the feel of it, it wasn't good. Lucky for him he'd been able to hide his wand away from his relatives otherwise this whole ordeal would be a lot more straining..

''Vulnera Sanentur'' He hissed as he felt the deep gashes mend itself together again and after a minute or too he felt a lot better. He still had quite a high fever, soar muscles and a raw throat; but unfortunately he didn't have any potions to battle such bothers.

Harry sighed as he looked around his room. It was filthy to say the least, too think such a ''perfect'' house could contain such a stained excuse of a bedroom. Then again Harry wasn't aloud any cleaning supplies to use in the so called room nor any time to waste on such matters and he couldn't risk them finding out about his wand..

Harrys days consisted of making Dursleys lives as comfortable as possible whilst trying to stay alive.

Harry was 17 years-old. He'd slain the darkness by the name Lord Voldemort yet nothing had changed on his part. He'd imagined a life were he was living happily with his godfather, flying on his broom over a colourful forest, hearing birds communicate with each others by song, being happy; to finally live in peace. But alas he was stuck with abusive muggles, and for what? The danger that once was hovering over his person was no more. He should be roaming around London, starting a new life without dark lords and manipulating headmasters.

He laid down slowly on his uncomfortable bed. Even though his back was healed his muscles was just as soar as they would be after a Quiddish session with Oliver Wood. He silently observed how the paint on the opposite wall had changed over the years, the colour that previously was a nice shade of beige was worn, splattered with dried blood and dirt. He closed his eyes, exhaustion was taking a toll on his body and Harry was thankful that he could no longer fight the familiar darkness that was lurking around the corner. He could feel his body relax against the cold sheets, not bothering to reach for his blanket. Hopefully his fever would go down during the night, doing chores whilst being delirious was never a good thing.

He could hear faint sounds of traffic down the road, wind blowing fallen leaves over the pavement; scraping loud enough to give him comfort. Minutes ticked by and soon enough he could no longer focus on what he was thinking off, welcoming a dreamless sleep.

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Harry woke up again around 4 a.m. He was thankful for the few hours he'd gotten to sleep even though they were few and didn't make him feel well rested. His relatives wouldn't be up for another 4 hours so he decided to just lay there, hoping sleep would once again sweep over him.

Logically and legally he knew he could leave and never look back but the headmaster had told him the importance of maintaining peace which meant that he'd had to stay protected, protected by wards that Harry never believed existed in the first place.

Harrys relationship with the old headmaster was complicated. Did Harry trust that Albus intentions was purely for the greater good? No. Did Harry believe that his well being was in the top of his priorities? Nuh-uh. Did he feel like the meddling fool had contributed to most of the despair in his life? Most defiantly. But he had also done much good in his life time even though his thirst for power was equally as foul as Voldemort's.

The morning sun was rising in the east, showering the houses of privet drive with an auburn warmth whilst the wind made the silhouettes of the threes and its leaves dance in the glorious light. Harry sometimes wished he was the wind. To strive in the air - free and without any worries.

The clock neared 8 a.m. Harry felt the dread fill him. His body still ached from last nights beating but his fever had gone down. He dressed quickly in a new set of hand-me-downs. He couldn't really wear the torn, bloody cloths from yesterday.

But as he saw himself in the mirror, previous thoughts came forth once more. Such a pitiful excuse for a hero he thought as he watched his reflection. His forest-green eyes dull and filled with pain, the kind of pain you'd find in a mans eyes who'd lost everything. And with a final glance Harry left, wishing for a better tomorrow.

And somewhere, unbeknown to Harry, fate heard his prayers..

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Emmett Cullen was looking out from the hotel window located in London. His father had been asked to hold a lecture about heart failure and the best way to prevent them and they all decided to take the opportunity to spice up their mundane life style and leave Forks for a week together. Alice had been the most excited, then again it was probably only for the shopping experience - he felt sorry for Jasper..

''Why don't you come with us? I promise it'll be fun!'' Alice said hopefully. Emmett had been getting more and more quiet with the years and she hated it. Emmett sighed deeply before agreeing, everything was better then sitting by the window beholding the gloomy weather whilst looking absolutely pitiful.

It didn't take long for them to go through most of the stores. Emmett was finding it hard to keep his mood positive seeing Alice and Rosalie cuddle up to their mates in happiness..

But then he heard something that caught his attention.

''Damn it..'' A beautiful voice hissed in destress. He looked around himself, trying to find a face to the voice and then time seemed to freeze.

A couple of meters away stood the most beautiful boy he'd ever laid eyes on. A short, petit yet elegant form with long curly hair reaching past the shoulders and a pair of huge almond shaped emerald green eyes caught his attention at first. But before he could continue to admire the dark haired angel before him the boy hissed again, clutching his head.

''He didn't have to slap me that hard..'' The boy murmured by himself as he tried to straighten his posture, trying to hide the pain he was in. Emmett felt rage fill his body by the though of somebody hurting this angel.

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Harry was trying to collect himself, he felt very irritated and tired and just wanted to go back to his ''room''. His uncle had slapped him in the back of his already aching head, why? For intruding on their ''family time''. He had apparently been hovering over them too much - pfff, as if he'd do that intensionally - and been sent out to roam the streets of London for an hour with a discreet slap. VERY intense - but discreet none the less..

Harry sighed as he searched for a quiet place. The air was humid and quite heavy, making it absolutely horrid for his soar lungs to breathe so he wanted to find that place fast so he'd get to rest before having to carry whatever his relatives were to buy.

After 10 minutes or so he found a place in a near by park. It was quite and only a few elders were there to feed the ducks. He closed his eyes, taking in his alone time; trying his best to ignore is aching body until a voice broke his peace.

''Excuse me, are you alright?'' Emmett asked the unknown angel he'd been fallowing. Harry wasn't prepared for what was on the other side of his eyelids but as soon as he opened them he regretted it.

''Shit!'' He hissed in a hurry, scrambling to get away from the vampire. Emmett looked confused and backed away a couple of steps to calm down the little human.

''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you..'' Emmett said confused. He'd never gotten that response before.

Harry looked at the vampire, trying to analyse the situation. It was a couple of minutes of pure silence before Harry slowly let his guard down. The vampire didn't seem like a threat. He was clearly vegetarian and if he'd wanted to kill him he'd doubted that it would be in the middle of muggle London.

''Well it's not everyday you see a vampire walking around London..'' Harry explained quietly whilst keeping some distant just in case. Emmett was floored. In just a couple of second the boy had already figured out their most sacred secret. Just who was this boy?!

''H-how d'you know?'' Emmett stumbled forth. Harry chuckled softly at the expression of shock - this must be one of those muggle vampires he figured.

''If you know what to look for it's easy..'' Was the only thing he'd offer for now. Emmett was still in shock but relaxed as he watch the boy get a little more comfortable with the situation - he didn't seem scared anymore and that was at least something.

''I'm Emmett Cullen.'' He offered as he slowly stretched out his arms, hoping it wasn't to forward. Harry, the naively trusting person he was, accepted the gesture.

''Harry Potter.'' Emmett felt a rush run through his whole body as the two of them touched and in just a few seconds he knew that he'd found his mate.

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They had been talking for good know how long before Harry stood up, brushing the dirt of his already dirty jeans. Emmett had been a very pleasant guy to talk to and Emmett was head over heals already.

''It's time for me to go, but it was nice talking to you.'' Harry said as he watched Emmett rise from the ground. Emmett smiled happily but in a matter of seconds he look upset.

''When can I see you again?'' He rushed out whilst looking like a lost puppy. Harry found it endearing and felt warmth spread over his cheeks. It wasn't everyday an attractive guy wanted to see him again.

''I don't think my relatives are planning another trip to London for a while I'm afraid.'' Harry answered feeling a bit sad himself. He liked Emmett even if they just met. He was funny, kind and actually seemed to want to get to know Harry.

Emmett had learnt that Harry lived in Surrey with his relatives. He'd been suspecting that something was wrong by the avoidance of answers on a couple of questions regarding his living agreement and such, but Emmett didn't want to seem intrusive since they'd just met.

Emmett nodded sadly. It's not like he was giving up; he was going to see Harry again, but how was the question.

''Can I at least get your number?'' Emmett asked and pulling out his phone from his pocket. Harry looked frightened at the sight. Harry didn't have a phone, never actually held one before - the house phone doesn't count! - what was he going to do?!

''Uhm.. I don't really have a phone so...'' Harry started. Emmett's expression turned sadder, he wasn't feeling rejected was he? Harry thought desperate.

''But.. Uhm.. I have a house phone if that's alright?..'' Shit! Why did I say that? He can't call! If uncle Vernon answers I'm screwed!

But the way Emmett lit up Harry immediately felt like it was worth it, Emmett was such a honest guy..

After exchanging numbers, Harry strictly told him that he could only call around 14.00 - 16.00. Those where the hours he was alone in the house. Emmett didn't question it, but he knew that something was up.

Harry waved goodbye to the Emmett and in a few minutes he couldn't see him anymore. Emmett felt both ecstatic and sad at the same time. Ecstatic that he'd found his mate but sad that he couldn't just bring him with him.

Emmett spotted a waving Alice and a grin crawled across his face, just wait until he tells his family!

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A\N: First chapter done! I hope there isn't to many spelling mistakes. I hope I didn't rush the chapter to much. I had like 50 writers block moments so bare with me alright? Byeeeee \(^O^)/ ~