I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight! Sadly, I gain no profit from this story.

The plot's pretty over-done but I had to write it. =) This is a Slash story! an it's definitely AU.

EC/HP, Em/R, A/J, C/Es, Jac/B . . . maybe i'm not completely 100% on the JacobXBella parts

He wondered, briefly, if it was normal to feel so eerily calm as you stared into the eyes of your death; unflinching.

Those fiercely scarlet eyes that burned with such hunger. Such pure, primal hunger directed towards him. He should

feel absolutely terrified. . . and he did, just not for himself.

In such a short time it seemed he had grown far too affectionate towards the Cullen family. He

couldn't admit it to himself yet, but he knew that deep down that he loved them with all his being. That he would protect them with everything he had. The crazy eclectic bunch of vampires he'd collected for his family meant the world to him.

Which was why he desperately hoped that Edward would find someone worth while. Someone that could give him everything he

deserved. A someone that could prove to him that he was capable of being loved. That somone to love him dearly and never

let him go.

And yet even with that hope the thought of someone loving Edward made his heart ache, more than the thought of dying had.

He would miss them, and he could admit to that. He would miss Alice's catchy excitement, and Emmett's easy-going manner.

He'd miss the familial feeling the Cullens, especially Carlise and Esme , envoked in him. The friendship and understanding that he held with

Jasper, that had nothing to do with his gift. Even Rosalie would be missed dearly, with her sharp dry wit and her odd sense of humor.

The person most missed would be Edward, and oddly, he had no problem admitting to this.

The one thought that made him the most calm was that

they were safe. Safe and very, very far away. This one thought brought almost instant relief to his weary mind and he begged to every deity listening to hold the Cullens back.

Those stupid, stubborn vampires would come after him, because they had promised. That was one of the things they'd promised to him that stuck. This

was something he knew they would never break. His heart both ached and swelled with joy at their promise; they would never abandon him.

Which was why, as his death swiftly approached, and as those burning blood red eyes pressed closer Aries Frost, formerly Harry Potter, smiled. After

all, it was only right that he die in their stead. As a certain professor had said before, in his usual condescendingly cruel manner and with a very

disgusted sneer, Gryffindors were noble to the very end.

. . . . . and what if heartwrenchingly noble was it; to die in place of those you loved.

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