Dark Love by voyagemaiden

Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Twilight. I'm just working with the plot.

Warnings: This is slash (male/male) so if you don't like it you don't have to read. There is going to be mentions of angst, abuse, violence, and mature scenes.

Summary: After betraying the wizarding world Harry flees England. He's ready to live his life alone in self exile, but a certain vampire has different plans. HP/EC

Prologue

Let love guide us they say.

I do not understand.

I know love comes in different ways, shapes, and forms.

But I have never truly experienced it.

It's like trying to grasp water for me.

I try too hard and lose it.

Will I ever know?

Or is it too late.

Am I doomed to live with a hole in my heart?

A meaningless pit that cannot be filled.

I wish someone would love me.

For as long as I could remember I have wanted a life. A life of acceptance. A life without pain. I should have known that such a life could never happen to me. After all, I was Harry Potter, the Freak who later became the Boy Who Lived, who lastly became the Boy Who Betrayed Us All.

The betrayal wasn't intentional. I have never wanted to cause anyone pain. I know what suffering is, I know despair. Oh god, I know despair. With the upbringing I've had how could I not?

And yet, I have never wished those dark emotions on anyone. I felt as if I was alone in my grief, alone in the world, alone in my mind. And that was okay. I had accepted that fact. But that didn't mean I was happy about it.

Holding on to life through all those years at the hands of the Dursleys made me strong. It made me see the world in ways in which others could not. The day I discovered magic was the day that changed my life permanently. For the better I had hoped.

And it was better at first, but with each passing year I had learned that magic was not as good as I originally had thought. Because with magic came jealousy and rage. I had learned how magic, as light and pure as day, could turn black.

I am powerful, probably the most powerful in the world. But because a foolish man once said 'with power comes responsibility' I had learned to hate that power.

Responsibility, or prophecy. Two words that could control someone's destiny, control their fate, control the path they walked until they were just bodies walking with no mind. Those two deadly words could create slaves, or puppets if you will, used for the intents and purposes of others.

The wizarding world has used me. They've broken me. I am so damaged I don't know if I will ever be fixed. I've broken free, for now, and am on the run. I must find a place where they cannot follow. I am dangerous, I am deadly. And in their eyes the boy named Harry Potter is dead.

I'll tell you the story of an innocent boy with dreams. I'll tell you what he became. I admit I took my 'responsibility' a little too seriously. I worked a little too hard at pleasing everyone. Why did I do it you ask? Simple, I wanted acceptance. I wanted love.

I had thought that with my strength and drive people would see me. The real me. I had foolishly thought that my friends would follow me to the end. Because that was what friends did, wasn't it?

I was wrong.

I delved into dark magic. I learned the ruins. I learned the ways the universe works, the origin of magic. I knew I needed to win the war against Voldemort. I worked for my friends, my lights in the dark, so hard that I lost myself in the process.

After those long years of torture and training the day finally came when I faced Voldemort. The battlefield around me was streaked in red and the sky was dark. All around me the battle had silenced. They were waiting. Waiting for the final blow.

And it was the perfect opportunity, the moment we had all been waiting for. Voldemort was kneeling in front of me, defenseless, and the killing curse was on my tongue. He was at my mercy. All I had to do was utter those two fatal words.

But as I looked into his eyes, eyes full of pain and fear, eyes so like my own in everything but color, I suddenly remembered why I was here. Why at this very moment I was going to scar my soul.

Acceptance. A simple thing yet so powerful. I had realized in that final breath that Voldemort was like me: an orphan who wanted to be noticed, a human being who strove for power so that one day others would see that he had worth, a lonely soul that wanted to prove to the world that he wasn't invisible, that he had a reason to live.

I couldn't do it. I lowered my wand.

Looking around me my heart stopped at the sight. Expressions of anger, hate, shock, and fear surrounded me. I knew what that meant for me. I had no choice. I had to run.

There would be no turning back. I knew I was alone, just like always. I had grown used to it. I had betrayed. The world had built their hopes up on my shoulders and I turned my back on them. I deserved my punishment. I deserved my pain.

They could never find me. They'd lock me up and declare me the next Dark Lord. They'd experiment on me to learn my secrets of the dark. If they ever found me I'd be worse than dead.

That's how I came to be here, in a quiet town named Forks. It had a small population and it rained nearly every day of the year. It fit my mood perfectly.

I knew that it was time to live my life in exile.

I hoped you enjoyed it! This is my first time writing a romance so I hope I do it justice. I wanted to try a Harry/Edward pairing because I love them both, but I wanted to tell you that Harry Potter is the series I know best so if I mess up on any facts in Twilight you know why. I apologize for that beforehand. Plus, I'm going to change a few things around anyway, to make it more like my own.

Anyway, please review so I know if I should continue this or not. Any comments or questions are always appreciated.