Title: Immortal Weapon
Author: Azure the Dragonlady
Beta: The Real Hagrid 13
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or Twilight.
Summary: Harry Potter / Twilight Crossover. AU. Wizards begin to slaughter Vampires for their involvement in the war. The Volturi intervene and retaliate. In order to obtain peace between the two, the Wizards hand over their greatest weapon, Harry Potter.
Alternative Summary: He had hoped for some peace, now that the war was over and Voldemort was gone forever, but Harry now finds himself a pawn once more. His dream of finding a family where he truly belongs is lost to him now; all that is left is an unachievable desire. Will he ever escape, or will he always be used as a weapon for someone else?
Spoilers: All books of both series are fair game.

Chapter One: The Negotiations

British Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge looked over the reports that had recently come to his attention and an unsigned document pertaining to the extermination of the dark creatures, particularly vampires, that were currently residing in England. The reports concerned the rising number of creature activity within the Wizarding England, as well as detailed descriptions of the number of vampire related deaths due to both covens and rogue vampires siding with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named during the recently fought war, that the Light had very nearly lost. However, because of the power that one teenager possessed, they had been able to defeat the Dark. Harry Potter had almost single-handedly defeated the Darkest Wizard the Magical World had ever seen. The power the boy possessed was unfathomable. But not without a cost, Fudge thought.

The Wizarding World's Saviour was in critical condition as his body strived to heal itself from the after affects of the curses inflicted upon him from the Final Battle, as the public was calling it. It didn't look too good for him. It was the opinion of the best healers in Europe that Potter had expended his magical essence so much so that it looked like it may just be gone for good. In other cases it should have already started to replenish itself. As such, they speculated that Potter would be extremely weak and could at any moment die, particularly in the next few months. Silently, Fudge thought that was a good thing. Otherwise now that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was gone, Potter would be too powerful to control. The Ministry of Magic's Weapon could be discarded now that his usefulness was gone. He was just waiting for the perfect time to announce the tragic death of their saviour, who had finally succumbed to the grievous injury from the war.

The War had caused a tremendous amount of damage. The Wizarding World, even six months later, was only just beginning to recover. The first things to be rebuilt were buildings and businesses. The only infrastructure not yet repaired was Hogwarts which was still closed from the damage done to it as the epicentre of the Final Battle.

After the buildings had been repaired, the public turned their attention to the corrupted Ministry. Fudge narrowly avoided being fired as the number of other replacements were killed in raids by the Dark Army. The Ministry workers went under intense scrutiny as the numerous Dark supporters were identified and dealt with.

Fudge turned his attention back on the papers in front of him. Now the general public demanded action to be taken against the Dark Creatures that participated in the War on the side of You-know-who. This was mainly werewolves and vampires.

Both creatures had contributed to the large number of death tolls during raids, with their enhanced strength and capabilities, as well has being impervious to low and mid-level spells.

The document in front of him was a request for an allowance of some of the more dangerous Light spells that could, when used in number, take down werewolves and vampires. As well as permission to kill any creatures that were considered to be dark or harmful to either wizards or muggles. He quickly and without hesitation signed the document to authorise their use, knowing full to well that unless he did so, the people would be quick to lose faith in him once again. He had worked too hard to get this position and the power that came along with it, for it to quickly be lost, and keeping in the publics good graces was a great way to ensure that he would not.

It was time for the Aurors to round up and dispose of the Dark Creatures in England.

Weeks later, the Aurors had terminated a vast number of vampires, from their known locations in the Wizarding World. After which they moved onto the ones in hiding within the Muggle World. The vampires soon learned that none were exempt from the massacre. For protection and survival, they grouped together.

One such gathering soon decided that enough was enough and formed a resistance. Many vampires joined, as their own mates and coven members were brutally ripped apart and killed. The Wizards started getting severe causalities and deaths as the vampires fought back.

A once minor battle erupted into a brutal war, as the vampires defended themselves violently. Battles became blood baths, which also allowed the vampires to feed from their victims.

As their number were dwindling the vampires created many newborns to counteract their small numbers, adding extensively to the death toll on both sides for their uncontrollable nature.

Reports began to leak into the Muggle news of suspicious murders and bloody remains. Word soon spread to the Volturi, who took a great deal of interest in this new development.

"Isn't this an intriguing situation," Aro said to Caius and Marcus, as he finished recounting the purpose of this visit by a messenger, Dorian. He had come with a request from the vampire whom had assumed leader of the vampire 's almost translucent pale hand let go of the messenger's. His talent proved quite useful as it allowed him to read a person's every thought. Unfortunately, though, it was limited to skin contact of the person's mind he was to read. Dorian took several paces back in both respect and intimidation of the centuries old vampire leader before him.

Aro furrowed his brow in deep thought. His milky red eyes glanced at his two fellow leaders, an unspoken communication passing between them. He turned his gaze back to Dorian and dismissed him to the chamber outside, before he faced Caius, who looked at him with barely concealed curiosity and Marcus, who looked barely intrigued.

"Well," Caius prompted impatiently. He had the same almost translucent pale skin as Aro, but unlike Aro, who had long, jet black hair, Caius had the opposite. His white, shoulder-length hair was almost as white as his skin.

"It seems that the wizards of Britain have decided to interfere with us by initiating a war. They have started a massive country-wide vampire hunt, which are now barely concealed to the humans. Maintaining secrecy is not one of their strengths, I fear. Humans are starting to get suspicious," Aro explained.

Marcus frowned. Out of the three, he was the most silent when around others, choosing instead to observe from the background. When he lost his mate, Didyme, he became greatly apathetic, but as long as he was still loyal to the Volturi (with the help of Chelsea, who had the ability to forge or break relationships), Aro did not think anything of it, as long as he had access to Marcus' ability of recognising relationships.

"Do we know what has caused this extreme massacre?" Marcus asked, after a brief period of silence.

"It seemed a small number of nomads participated in their war, and sided against the British Ministry. Now that the war is over, they have decided to retaliate, campaigning against 'Dark Creatures', such as ourselves."

"What has that got to do with us?" Caius asked, irritated.

There have been Dark Creature hunts that have happened in the past, where the wizards and muggles alike have attempted to kill the vampires and werewolves along with other creatures in their area. All they had to do was lay low and it seemed to pass. It certainly was not the concern for the Volturi.

"Normally I would agree with you Caius," Aro replied patiently. "However, it seems that their Wizarding World has gotten bolder in their attempts to dispose of us. Already they have killed quite a large number and the covens and nomads have gathered to return the damage, creating newborns to compensate for the dwindling numbers. As I've said before, humans have grown suspicious."

"We will have to step in now, in accordance to our laws," Marcus said.

"It is time to show these wizards once again that they should not mess with us," Caius agreed.

Aro nodded. "It is decided then."

Caius stayed behind, while Aro and Marcus along with a handful of the Guard went to confront the vampires gathered in England. Demetri located Dorian, with the help of his tracking ability, to a clearing in the Forest of Dean. It is a large forest, perfectly capable of concealing a large gathering of vampires, as well as any activities or feedings. If anything, at least they chose their central base well.

Aro, Marcus and the Guard glided up to the middle of the clearing. There were a couple of dozen newborns and a dozen or so older vampires. Aro observed that the tension emitting off the newborns was fairly high. They were likely to erupt at any minute and so many made it seem very unlikely that they could be controlled. The Volturi came at a good time then.

The Guard stood in formation around Aro and Marcus as they surveyed the area. Marcus grasped Aro's hand for a few seconds before letting go.

Aro, through Marcus, now saw where these vampires had placed their loyalty with. There weren't any particularly strong ties, as they had only come together out of convenience, but it was enough to pinpoint the vampire who took control of this large group. Aro casually approached the male leader. He was physically in his early thirties, but Aro also suspected that he would be the one of the most experienced vampires of the lot. He could confirm this shortly.

As Aro stopped in front of him, Renata, his shield, took her place by his side. She would repel any physical attacks, should it come to that. Marcus stood at his other side as the rest of the Guard situated to the sides and behind them.

The leader's eyes widened in obvious recognition and Aro took that has his cue to start the conversation.

"Hello, my friend," he greeted warmly, but with an undertone laced with enmity. He extended his arm, which the leader shook gingerly. Aro learned that he was the eldest vampire of the lot, but lost his mate in this wizard-vampire war and so retaliated and started this little group.

"Aro," the leader breathed in return. "My name is Alexander. Have you come to help with these atrocities that have been made against us?" he inquired.

"We're here to take over," Jane stated eagerly.

"Now, now Jane," Aro chided, amused. Jane's power to cause an illusion of pain was the reason why she was so valuable to the Volturi. He was greatly amused by her more darkish nature and her unreined anger at times.

"We will take over from here to sort this out," he said to Alexander. "You are hereby ordered to stand down. Everyone involved will be destroyed, I'm afraid." Aro was disappointed, there were bound to have been many interesting powers in this bunch. However, rules were rules. The Volturi could ill afford to be seen as weak and undermining their own rules. That would not do. "And with the wizards involved, we will take no chances," Aro added.

"What?! How could-? You know what they've done!" Alexander spluttered angrily.

Aro took no notice and gestured to one of the members of the Guard. "Alec?"

Jane's twin brother stepped forward. A hazy mist started to sweep forward, slowly encasing around the vampires. One by one their senses were cut off the rest of the Guard moved forward swiftly, tearing the bodies and quickly lighting them on fire. Soon, there was a large pyre, the flames quickly growing. Aro and Marcus watched on as the blackening smoke drifted up into the sky, dispersing gradually with the breeze.

Once the bodies were turned to ash, Aro ordered a few to remain behind to deal with any vampires who were out and came back, before leaving to deal with the wizards.

Aro did not want a repeat of the Southern Wars in America, especially with quite a large portion of Wizards over here. Aro destroyed the older vampires regretfully, he would have liked to see what some of their powers were, but they were kept largely a secret, even from Alexander. Truly, they only banded together to combat the wizards. And with wizards involved, Aro knew that they had to move both quickly and effectively.

As they left, he watched as Jane grinned evilly at Alec, who returned it with a small smile, in anticipation of the confrontation to come. It wasn't everyday they got to deal with wizards and dish out a few things.

Fudge was behind his desk inside what he thought to be one of the most secure offices in the Ministry, when the alarm sounded. It blared, reverberating through every floor and corner of the building. The sound startled Fudge and he jumped, glancing around the room to see if anyone broke into his office. He clutched his wand tightly and he allowed a moment to sigh in relief when he found that no one had done so.

It had been a while since that alarm had gone off. The last time had been when You-Know-Who's Death Eaters had raided the Ministry. Thankfully, the contingent of Aurors he had assigned himself for his protection had gotten him out fairly quickly. However, he had to disbanded the team when he had no solid excuses left, after Potter had defeated You-Know-Who. Still, there should have been a few Aurors deployed if that alarm did go off, for protection. Fudge was wondering where they were when his office door flew open, its hinges allowing it to hit the door with a loud bang.

Several people swarmed in and as soon as he made eye contact he recognised who his unwelcome visitors were – vampires. As he positioned his wand in front of him, fear began to sink in, forming shivers down his spine as his heart began to race furiously. In response, the vampires smirked sinisterly. If it was at all possible, his heart beat even faster. Fudge wondered once more where the Aurors where. They were supposed to protect him! The fear rolled off him in waves. His hands began to shake and his wand slipped through his fingers. He did not chance picking it up, in case they were to take the opportunity to attack him. His forehead started perspiring, but he didn't dare raise a hand to wipe it off, for fear it would be taken he wrong way.

Fudge decided that he had to do something, so that they wouldn't feed off of him. He shivered at the thought. It was well-known that the bite was extremely painful.

"W-What are you doing h-here? H-How did you g-get in?" He couldn't help but starter fearfully.

"We walked through the visitor's entrance, of course. It was extremely easy, actually. We even got these little badges, here." The vampire in front answered, gesturing to the ministry-issued visitors badge pinned to the front of his cloak. It chuckled then, clearly amused by the whole situation.

Fudge glanced at the badge. It read: Aro, Vampire Statute Negotiation.

"Your defence, the Aurors I believe they called themselves, was rather pitiful. They were easily taken care of. And they were quite happy to share the information on the layout of this ministry, although they did have little choice." Aro continued, looking straight at him with evil red eyes.

Fudge was horrified and at the vampires' smiles and he knew they could tell that he was – they found it humorous. He had been hoping that Aurors would come rescue him or at least provide a distraction so he could escape the vampires clutches. Now, that hope had not only been diminished but crushed to oblivion as well. How was he going to get out now? There was nothing between him and the bloodthirsty, burgundy eyed vampires. They would not hesitate to feed from him, that much he knew. Never in his life had he been so terrified. He didn't want to die. Not like this. At least with You-Know-Who he'd commissioned a reasonable (fairly large) sized contingent of Aurors.

It wasn't supposed to be like this! Fudge thought desperately.

"Now that you know that you are alone," Aro started. He smiled, revealing his perfect sparkling white and dangerous teeth, which glinted in the light of Fudge's office. Fudge gulped nervously.

"We have some concerns about this new statute you've passed. As you can see, it hasn't quite turned out well. There have been great blows dealt to the numbers of both sides. It has escalated, perhaps unchecked from both sides, for too long and we feel that is it does so any longer, and then well, I don't think either side will like the end results. Now, today we have a unique opportunity to stop all this in its tracks. Right now, right here. It would be well within your best interest to settle this here and now," Aro continued. His tone left no room for arguing or refusing his demands. "Retract the statute to destroy us and recall any Aurors that have been assigned to dealing with us. Now, what say you?"

"N-N-No" Fudge started to disagree. He whimpered pathetically when Aro's eyes hardened. There was a moment silence. Fudge was sure his poor heart skipped a few too many beats, before Aro's eyes lightened again. He breathed a small sigh of relief, causing Aro to smirk widely.

"Surely we can come to some kind of agreement," Aro said jovially. "Perhaps, though, you may need some more persuasion. Jane," Aro said to the young female vampire.

Jane grinned sinisterly in response and gleefully stepped forward. Fudge flinched in response. Suddenly, he felt an excruciating pain. His hands slammed to the sides of his heads in an attempt to drive out the pain, as he screamed until he could feel himself going hoarse. He collapsed to the floor, writhing in a never-ending pain. All he could think of was the pain, the tremendous pain that was all over his body. After what seemed like forever, the pain ceased. Nobody spoke, as Fudge breathed loudly.

"P-P-Pl-ease," Fudge managed to plead eventually. Fudge looked up from the ground and saw that Jane looked disappointed. Body trembling, Fudge slowly stood back up and slid into his chair.

"O-kay," Fudge managed to croak. He tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry. The pain that he'd just endured could only have been how the Cruciatus Curse felt, he thought, from what it had been described by people who had experienced it. How could anyone stand it?

"Excellent. Glad we can now agree. You leave vampires alone and we do not come here again and all this," Aro said, gesturing around the room. He meant, of course, the 'negotiation'. "Does not happen again."

"Wait," Both Fudge and Aro turned to the tall vampire to his left. The vampire walked up and quickly touched Aro's hand, before stepping back to his place as if nothing happened. Aro frowned and turned back to Fudge.

"Demetri here just brought up a good point. We need some sort of reassurance. We do not want to have to come back here." Aro said. "Have you any assurance that you will keep your word?"

Fudge was momentarily stunned. Now what was he supposed to do? Vampire-Wizard relations were strained at best. How was he supposed to convince them that they can go and not kill him?

"And your word here is not good enough. We know how your wizards are," Aro added. Vampires do have long memories, Fudge winced. He thought of the previous vampire hunts centuries ago.

Think! Fudge told himself. What could he do to assure these creatures? He was reluctant to part with any money and he didn't think that they would need it anyway. He didn't have any material possessions that they could really use. At least what he could think of at the moment and under pressure. He couldn't exactly give over somebody either…unless. Yes, he knew what to do now.

"How about I give our best fighter over to you?" Fudge asked, his confidence raising a few notches. He could pull this off. "He is currently in the hospital, but he may just be of some use to you. For food or something." He had been meaning to get rid of Potter for awhile now. This seemed a great way to do it. He could say to the public that he sadly passed away over night in the hospital due to his grievous injuries. Potter had done his job and that was that. He was of no use to Fudge now. He was practically dead, anyway.

Aro looked confused briefly – probably wondering why Fudge would do that – but shook Fudge's hand and sealed the agreement regardless.

Fudge quickly arranged for Potter to be declared dead and taken from the hospital quietly. He sighed in relief and sagged back into his chair when the vampires, one by one, finally left. No matter what had just happened, he was glad that he was finally able to cleanly get rid of Potter with no blood whatsoever on his hands. Not to mention that the Ministry can now officially seize the Potter vaults with him declared dead and his only living relatives were Muggles who could not receive it. Yes, this all worked out in the end.

Aro, Marcus and the Guard left England quickly after retrieving an unconscious Harry Potter from the hospital.

The return trip to Volterra, Italy was a quiet one. Occasionally, Marcus would touch Aro's hand for the briefest of moments to which Aro would respondwith a single shake or nod from his head.

Aro was intrigued with this Harry Potter, the proclaimed 'best fighter' of the Britain Ministry of Magic. After reading Fudge's thoughts during their handshake, he knew that Harry Potter was only regarded as a now useless weapon by the ministry. Aro also knew that Potter was dying and could smell the sickness that permeated the air around him. That could be dealt with fairly quickly. What interested him greatly was the fact that this boy wizard was capable of such feats that Fudge's mind suggested. If that trait carried through the change, Harry would become a great asset for the Volturi. Even if he doesn't, Aro was sure he may be of some use to them anyway. The possibility was too great to ignore. Aro would speak of this to Caius and Marcus. Aro could see that Marcus suspected what was going on, at least. Marcus would not take much convincing, if any.

Once in a private room back home, Harry was placed on the bed, with the three leaders standing around him, one at the foot of the bed and the other two at the sides. Harry gave a small groan, turning his head to the side, but otherwise didn't wake. Aro marvelled at the simplistic nature of the humans.

Aro quickly explained to Caius what had transpired in England, with an occasional input from Marcus.

"Aro, why strike this deal if you know that this boy would be discarded by the wizards anyway?" Caius asked sceptically, eyebrows raised, once Aro had finished.

"Do you not see his potential? If he was powerful enough to defeat a extremely powerful Wizard at only seventeen years of age, then he would make an incredibly powerful vampire and an excellent addition to the guard," Aro explained calmly, turning his head to look back at the sleeping figure before them. He looked up again once Caius began speaking.

"Even so, what is to say that these powers do not grow stronger when he as changed?" Caius argued.

"I am sure he could still be of use, if that is indeed that case," Aro dismissed lightly, with a wave of his hand.

Caius wouldn't let the subject drop, however, and continued, "What's to say he doesn't destroy us once he is turned? He may have very well killed our kind before!" He was obviously frustrated, but Aro chose to ignore it.

"Between Jane, Alec and the rest of the guard, we can quickly combat that should Harry choose that course of action. As such, I see no reason why Harry should not be changed," Aro reasoned. "Any more lovely arguments as to why he should be killed, rather then turned?"

Caius conceded reluctantly and Marcus nodded his assent.

And with that, Aro sunk his sharp teeth into Harry's vulnerable neck.

Beta'd: 07/07/09

-Azure the Dragonlady-