Author Note: I am editing and correcting my mistakes, then reposting this. I am also posting this in the Harry Potter site and in the Twilight site, to see if I can get more readers.

A/N: my niece loves Rob Pattinson and she has yet to see New Moon. Plans were set to see it the next day. So that night we watched Twilight again, the special features and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. And that got me wondering what other people would write for the meeting of Harry and Edward. This is mine.

Disclaimer: In case you didn't know I own nothing.

Hermione, her hand tightly held in Ron's, stepped out of the door of the Leaky Cauldron and glanced across the street at the couple standing there talking to a small girl. She turned to smile at Ron, Harry and Ginny as they came through the door and stood next to her.

"So how was the second honeymoon?" Ginny asked Hermione.

"Great!" Ron answered for her with a wide suggestive smile.

"That's not what she was asking about, Ron!" Hermione lightly pushed her husband.

"Paris was beautiful this time of the year." She answered Ginny.

"Yeah, what we saw of it." Ron added. He and Harry laughed while the ladies rolled their eyes.

"Hermione," Harry questioned," Why do you keep glancing at that couple over there?"

"Don't you think that boy looks a little like Cedric Diggory?" All four turned to look. And as if feeling them staring at him. The boy turned to them and frowned, then turned to the older girl beside him and said something to her and taking the younger girl's hand turned to leave.

"Excuse me!" Hermione called to them stepping into the street. The teenage girl turned to her but the boy continued to walk away and tried to pull her along.

"Edward, we can't be rude." She said pulling her hand free.

"I don't care! We need to leave now."

"Why, what's wrong?"

"Something's not right. I don't quite get it yet but all my instincts are telling me to leave."

"Please," Hermione spoke up, "don't leave. We won't do anything to you. It's just that you look so much like a friend of ours."

"Well, I'm sorry, I'm not him."

"Yes, I know, you couldn't be, he's dead and …"

"Then I can't help you."

"Edward! Be nice."

"I'm sorry their friend is dead but there is nothing I can do for them."

While they were talking the other three began to walk towards them. Hermione stuck her hand out to the young lady and introduced herself. "I'm Hermione Granger…

"Weasley" interrupted her husband.

"Weasley" she corrected herself. "This is my husband Ron. My sister-in-law, Ginny and her husband Harry Potter." Each nodded as their name were said for they were still in the street and too far away to shake hands.

The girl answered back. "My name is Bella Cullen and this is my husband, Edward and our daughter Nessie."

Surely these children were too young to have a child that look to be eight or nine maybe even ten. As she shook Bella's hand she stepped even closer and nearer to Edward. Hermione turned to shake his hand but he reacted in a way that was most unexpected. He recoiled with a hiss and a growl that showed all his teeth.

"Edward!" His wife exclaimed shock, while Hermione's husband stepped to her side ready to pull out his wand but was stop by his wife. Ginny stopped Harry's instinct reaction of doing the same. All the wives exclaimed as one.

"Stop that! We are on a public street."

While the wands were not pulled out, hands were still at the ready and although Edward covered his teeth he did not relax them.

"Edward, please explain. What's wrong?"

"Bella, these people are not human…"

"Yeah, we are!" Interrupted Ron.

"They are witches and warlocks." Edward continued as if nothing had been said.

"Wizards" corrected Harry. Edward looked toward him "Witches and wizards." Edward noted to himself that this one, Harry, was behind everyone and had a clear shot if need be.

"Whatever." Edward shot back, turning to Bella. "We are not safe here."

"O.K." Bella answered at the same time Hermione exclaimed. "We won't hurt you." Edward was not listening however he was watching Harry step closer. None of them knew what he and Bella were yet but if anyone of them would figure it out it would be that one in the back. Edward could see in his eyes the moment that he figured out but instead of pulling his wand the wizard gave him a puzzled look.

And almost before Hermione finished her assuring them of their safety he was asking. "How come your eyes are that color?"

"What do you mean Harry?" Ron asked. "What's wrong with the color of their eyes?"

"They not the right color,"

"Well, what color should they be then, mate?" Ron asked Harry, looking deep into Edward's eyes.

"Red"

"Red!" All of them froze and look at each other unable to do anything for the fear of attracting unwanted attention for as they spoke unnoticed until then by them a bus stopped at the corner and let off a small group of teenagers who were now window shopping down the street.

"Wait, wait. Everybody calm down." Hermione spoke quickly and quietly. "Nobody is going to give anyone's secrets away today, ok? Now Harry explain why you think they are vampires."

"Well, look at them Hermione. They're beautiful, pale and he growled at you, but the eyes are wrong."

"We don't drink human blood,"

"Bella!"

"We're 'vegetarians'; we only drink the blood of animals."

"Bella!" Edward exclaimed again. "You don't tell anyone even if you think they already know!"

She turned to him. "How did you know about them, Edward?"

"Experience." He answered shortly.

"When did you ever come across a witch?"

"Wizard." He corrected mockingly. "During my rebellion one came across me, while I was drinking and I guess he took exception to what I was doing and try to take my head off. I was able to run away faster than he was able to keep up the spells. It has been long time; it took me a while to realize why the smell coming off them was making me tense."

"We smell?" Ron asked, putting his nose to his jacket collar.

"Not as strong as he did, actually I didn't notice the smell on him until after he tried to kill me. The more spells I dodged the stronger the smell became and of course the one around my neck was the strongest of all. Although you don't smell as strong, you do have a smell about you but I suppose that if you were to start firing away with some spells than that smell might become stronger."

"We are not going to be firing off any spell, right Ron – Harry" Hermione spoke firmly.

Silence.

"Right, Harry?" Ginny looked at Harry. He sighed and repeated. "Right."

"Look! Fine!" Edward began, "you're not going to harm us and we're not going to drink you."

"Edward!"

"What now? I'm sorry but I'm not your friend. What more do we have to talk about?"

"Well maybe we could just talk, you know. Get to know each other then who knows, maybe we become, - - new friends."

"I don't know," Edward began, unable to decide because although he believed that they meant no harm. That wizard in the back made him nervous. And when Harry step up onto the sidewalk with the rest, close enough so that he could smell him without any interference from the other's smell. Edward stiffen and back away putting Bella and Nessie behind him.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"I can't take the chance. He's too strong. He smells stronger than that other wizard and he hasn't done anything. I don't know you guys at all. I can't risk my family. Let's go, Bella."

And with that he picked up his daughter took his wife elbow and was gone in an instant. One second they were there the next there was no sign of him.

"Too bad,' Hermione mused "I bet they had an interesting story."

"Interesting as ours?" Her husband asked.

"Probably not but I would have like to known theirs."

"Write them a letter explaining about Cedric and maybe they will write back."

"I don't even know where to send the letter."

"Well, they're American so send it there. If you use Hedwig II he'll find them it may take a while but he'll do it."

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"Edward!" Emmett shouted. He was in the back yard.

"Emmett I'm right here what's up?" Edward called back from the living room. He was lying on the sofa with his head in Bella's lap and he wasn't moving for anything.

"Well, there this owl out here with a letter, a really thick letter, in its beak with your name on it. And he won't give it to me."

"What?"