Forbidden Fruit

Summary: Harry and Remus are in Forks, America looking for wild Wolfsbane, in the midst of the full moon Harry is found by Edward Cullen a vampire that's hunger is beyond his control.

Authors Note: The relationship between Edward Cullen and Harry Potter had peaked my interest and after reading a few I have noticed that they all have one thing in common. So it was on this note that I began thinking.

Hunger

It tore through him with such ferocity it was almost crippling. It was a never ending presence in the back of his mind that reminded him of the monster that he was, the body that screamed for people to approach, screamed to drain them dry of the very thing that coursed through their veins.

Blood

It filled his stomach, completed him when he was swaying under the silence of loneliness even though he was surrounded by family. Blood called to him, controlled him, edging him closer to the depths of the abyss where he would finally lose himself and consume the very thing that he was sworn against, human blood. Animal blood sustained his sanity but it never truly satisfied the hunger; it left a deep emptiness in his stomach even though he was full.

Edward hated what he was, unlike most vampires' that embraced their new found existence he saw himself in eternal damnation, living to feed off the fear and life force of others. Never growing old, seeing loved ones wither and die as time gradually eats away at their mind body and soul. Edward had not known love the way his siblings had, Alice had Jasper, Emmett had Rosalie and Carlisle had Esme yet as it was Edward lurked in the darkness alone craving the love that each of his siblings had.

It was now the hunger called to him, feeding the infestation that plagued his self loathing. He could not eat human food, no it was time to hunt and he was the predator.

Darkness had enveloped him in the shadows of the forest, the hunger that pierced his stomach caused Edward to take a deep breath simply as to calm his nerves but his body stilled as a scent filled his nostrils. Edward breathed deeply as black eyes narrowed in the direction that he was drawn to, from practice he knew it was a stag, young in age and yet as it shifted its footing he could imagine that the animal held an unearthly grace that would have captured his breath.

His body shifted ever so slowly that even the leaves crunching beneath his feet did not make a single sound, his eyes set solely on his prey as he crept towards the edge of the clearing. His eyes narrowed as a crooked smile graced his lips as he looked upon the creature, he was right the animal was graceful as the male gallantly sifted through the dried leave that littered the ground. The animal was lithe, its bone structure smooth and ample knowingly allowing himself to create a great distance between the predator and himself but what caught his attention was the piercing green eyes, a rarity that made him hesitate to take the life of this animal and yet the hunger seemed to eagerly push him foreword.

Lowering himself to the ground Edward looked at the animal his colourless eyes taking in each lethal curve of the animals antlers that seemed endless as they curved up towards the sky. Breathing in deeply his body flexed out of sheer impulse his nails digging into the supple earth as he leaned forward; it was in that split second that he chose to strike.

Everything seemed to slow down as his body clashed with that of the stag, he could hear the crunch of bone cracking under his solid weight as he pinned the animal to the ground, his knee's digging into the earth, fingers digging into the fine fur of the animal's coat as fangs sunk into through layers of fur, skin and muscle of its flank. Drinking deeply from the animal ignoring the curdling scream that erupted through his mind, for the first time in years his thirst was quenched the years of dehydration ebbing into the back of his mind.

Edwards's body stilled as everything seemed to change, the fur beneath his lips shifted and a scream filled the air around him, everything seemed to fast track as the body beneath him seemed to morph and change. It was a feeling that he remembered all too well the taste of human skin, the flood of emotions as their blood filled his mouth. Pulling back he looked towards the male that he had just drunk from. Darkening amber eyes met toxic green as a blood curdling howl filled the air.

Jumping back as if he had been burned Edward looked to the figure that lashed out from the foliage towards the male, his body hunching in a sheer reflex of defence he looked upon the creature with a slight mixture of surprise and horror.

"Moony" The teenagers body was hoarse with emotion as he reached forward his arms encircling the animal in a loose embrace as his body arched as the venom worked its way through the boy's blood stream.

The animal seemed struck with contempt, his golden eyes flickering between the boy and Edward seeking out an answer. It was as if he was contemplating leaving the boy and killing the vampire that did this to him or leave him and look after the boy. From the shift in his stance the later decision, long arms wrapped around the boys frame, a snarl marring the animals features as it looked at Edward, within his rights Edward took a step back as he watched both teenager and werewolf disappear in a cloud of smoke.

Edward stood back lost within his thoughts that revolved around what had just happened, his tongue caressing the curves of his lips he could still taste the fear that wracked the boy's body and it excited him; it shouldn't have and yet the beast inside him relished it, fed off it and craved more of it everything that he had worked on had gone down the drain, even now his body hummed with relief that his hunger had been sated.

Every bone in his body ached, his arms wrapped tightly around Harry's broken body he held the boy close to his chest as the werewolf collapsed to his knee's as he dropped into the living room of the house. The room was decorated in dark tones gray and black; it was sparse except for a few portraits that hung around the room and a two seater black leather sofa facing towards the roaring fire place. Though decoration was lax and the atmosphere cold, the warmth that surrounded both of them was a welcomed invitation even though it was in the direst of circumstances.

"Remus" Severus stepped into the living room, yet he halted his approach as a rabid snarl echoed along the empty walls of the room. The potions master knew that even though Remus had taken the Wolf's bane potion he was prone to falling into his wolf state if someone close to him was harmed. Looking down Severus looked down at the bleeding form of Harry Potter convulsing in the werewolf's arms, his heart leapt into his throat as he saw blood seeping through the thin material of the boy's t-shirt.

"Remus, look at me." The werewolf looked up at him with conveyed reluctance, his arms tightening around the boy almost painfully as a low whine rumbled through his chest.

"I need to see to Harry, He is injured, please let him go." Severus cooed, his body lurched at the unfamiliar tone in his voice but he could not use harsh language around a werewolf.

Remus seemed to of heard him but instead of letting the boy go, his arms loosened as his grip as Harry slipped from his embrace to lie limply on the floor. Severus approached with a sense of urgency, his hand reaching out towards the boy in steady movements; it had seemed that Remus had calmed down to draw back away from the boy knowing that he was in good hands.

Severus settled down next to the Harry' looking down at the boy curled tightly into himself on the cold panels of the floorboards his eyes narrowed taking in the dotting stains of blood that coloured the boys shirt. With ease the potion master lifted the boys shirt and looked down at the wound, his normal stoic features morphed to one of surprise and fear.

Harry had been bitten by a vampire, he knew the fang indentation well when spying on Voldemort, the dark lord had created an alliance with the vampires of the Wizarding community and had his weaker followers converted, it was here that Severus had to intervene. Severus was to watch over the new born vampire's with a cold gaze but watching each vampire tear themselves apart with hunger made him sick to his stomach, when he turned to Voldemort to see what he would do he simply saw the look of amusement that coloured his crimson eyes.

It was the same bite mark and Severus knew what Harry was turning into, his eyes quickly darted to Remus as the werewolf laid himself down at the corner of the room his golden eyes ever watching over his pup.

Severus did not know what to do with Remus, it was well known that both werewolves and vampires had a deep seated hatred for one another, yet the reason for this was still unknown. How would Remus react when he realised that his godchild was turning into something that he hated.

"Remus" The wolf's ears flickered in recognition and Severus continued. "We need to move him, he cannot stay here as I do not have the adequate abilities to tend to his wounds. We have five days before he awakens so I suggest we keep him as comfortable as possible until you are at full health before we do anything.

The werewolf lowered his head and a huff of defeat followed as he watched Severus gently lift the boy from the floor and carry him out of the room. His heart was thundering against his ribs, when he had seen Harry convulsing everything seemed to stand still but at the same time fast forward, his body moved without his own will as he had somehow shifted from one plain to the next. Without a doubt he knew Professor Snape would know how to help Harry even if he was beyond the point of living a normal life.