By flarsanzian

It's Harry-Rosalie! At first when I thought of it, it really didn't make sense. But once I thought more of it, they were kind of cute. So I decided to work on this story. Believe me, I've never read any other Harry-Rosalie romance pairing fanfiction. So I thought not many people like it, but I decided to try this out. Please REVIEW! :)

EDIT 10/10/12: Rewriting some chapters. Changed the Prologue. Purely for my own entertainment purpose. You don't need to re-read if you think rewriting doesn't have a point. I only added things here and there—you might getconfused if you skip it, though.

DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction is written purely for my own entertainment purpose only—everything besides the plot is the property of J.K Rowling and Stephanie Meyer.

Fireworks, Magic and Destiny

Prologue

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The sound of a clock was repeating in his head. It sounded like a broken record, reminding him how many minutes he had left until everything ended—vanished completely. His future—the world's future was in their hands.

Both of them were floating, desperately trying to search for the targets. It didn't feel comfortable, but at least they were not in pain. Unlike those times, this time their status of health was the last on their list. All they needed was time. More time.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Harry felt the desperation rushing over him as he tried to fight it. They had to find it. His eyes wildly hunted for the prey. It was no use, he realized. That man was much brighter than this—that snake would never left any obvious evidence.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

He looked right to his partner's eyes to find the same desperation in her eyes. The brilliant golden eyes glowed in te darkness. Both showed the same confusion and dread Harry felt.

And when a tiny bit of his mind told him to give up—behind their backs, something exploded.

Chapter 1 – First Meeting

Rosalie POV

The same, old routine.

In this moment, Emmet was kissing me. Edward would wrinkle his nose in disgust and Bella would sigh. Then Alice would mutter "Get a room" and Emmet would roll his eyes. He would continue sucking on my face, as his hands moved to my hips..

Everything would be just the same. Every day. Every month. Every year. Until the end of the eternity—if such a thing exist.

I should feel happy. My family was the best family you could ask for; understanding, devoting, and caring. Carlisle and Esme were the best parent figures anyone could find. Carlisle was my Sire; it was not the sort of connection one could just shatter. Esme was unbelievably patient when it came to my temper. Alice—the bubbly fashionista—was the one to cheer everything up. On the other hand, Jasper was like a big brother I never had. We were, as every human believed, Hale. Both of us were blond and it was something we used as a cover story. He was always the one to calm me—not only because of his gift. Edward might be an annoying mind reader, but at least he wasn't running around yelling everyone's secret. His devoting mate, Bella, was actually nice and sweet once I really got to know her. We might not be on the best terms in the past, but finally, I saw her as a Cullen—as one of us. I would not doubt to help her if anything happens—the same thing I would do for the rest of my family.

Emmet might be annoying sometimes. His bluntness and recklessness were not the things I was fond of. But he had something I couldn't get out of my head since the first time I saw him—the resemblance of Henry, my cousin's son. It was a face of someone I was really fond of—in the end, I chose to change him, protect him and love him.

But somehow, I felt like something was missing.

Deep inside, I felt hollow. It was as if something that gave my life meaning was never there. It was not kids. I had finally accepted the impossibility of hoping for kids. But for my life now, I was supposed to be happy. I was typically living a Barbie life, I mused wryly; blonde hair, beauty to the perfection, hot boyfriend, perfect family, the rich, having everyone who saw you startled.. But none of it seemed matter right now.

Sometimes I wondered to myself, What have you always wanted? What is your deepest want, besides the impossible? What is the goal of your life?

What do you live for?

My mind came back to the reality as I felt Emmet pulling me deeper. Something inside, which I didn't understand, screamed for me to stop it. I opened my eyes, stopped him and sighed.

Emmet, of course, protested. "What's wrong, babe? You never ask me to stop!"

"I'm just—not in the mood, Emmet."

He frowned for a while, before grinning suggestively. "Since when my own babe can be notin the mood? Oh, please."

I didn't answer him this time. I felt anger rising up inside of me, getting bigger and bigger as Emmet spoke each word.

"It's not entirely my fault." He smirked, placing his hands around my hips. "You turn me on just by looking at me. If you don't like it here, we can go to the woods—"

"Can you just shut up?" The anger I felt exploded. "You're annoying as hell, Emmet! Do you even care how I feel? do you?"

His reaction was not to be unexpected; he stared at me, wide-eyed, with his jaw hanging open. He looked at me as if I had slapped him.

But I didn't stop. "No. You don't care. You only care about sex." I spat, my anger was really getting me. I could feel the others' eyes on us. However, I didn't stop. "Well, then why don't you just go to Jessica Stanley? She seemed perfectly happy to take your offer."

Jasper let out a barking laugh. I glared at him.

As the confusion slowly left his face, he stared at me with the blunt desire in his eyes. In the past, it pleased me. But all I could feel was disgust. "I can't help it, babe. You're too hot."

I gritted my teeth, feeling like I would pull my hair in frustration. "Just—leave me alone."

"Wait, where are you going, Rose?" Alice asked as I made my way for the door.

"Hunting. Alone. Don't follow me." I hissed, as I ran to the woods. A part of my mind felt bad to hiss at Alice while all she did was asking. At least I knew they would know I meant it. If they didn't, Edward would tell them anyway.

I tried to suppress my anger—or at least, contain it—but I just couldn't get over it. Emmet was unbelievable! All he cared was sex. There I was, pouring my heart into him and all he said was 'You're too hot.'? I hated this. I hated him. I kicked a rock and it was broken to small pieces. Ugh.

Feeling that there was no need to rush, I made it to Canada in thirty minutes. It would be better if it took me longer. I took a lot time more than anyone to calm down—being around Jasper didn't count—so there I was, walking around in a foreign forest, hoping when I arrived home, I could face Emmet with a smile, not a flying fist.

Deciding that a drink would be nice, I killed one deer. Actually, two. I drank so much that I felt so full, and that was not an entirely pleasant feeling. The good thing was that the burning in my throat was barely there. It was almost gone, I grinned happily. At least something could lighten up my mood.

My ears caught some human voices. Two humans, I decided. They were fighting. They were shouting at each other, and I could hear their movements clearly. But there was a weird swinging sound I didn't recognize; a sound like something like wind being shot. But what could cause such a sound?

I didn't feel like interfering, since if it got bloody, it was a small chance for me to resist. I might have drunk two deer straight, but a fresh, dripping human blood was too tempting.

However, I changed my mind when I heard something exploded. My feet suddenly moved on their own. I ran to the place, filled with dread, and hid behind the bushes in an attempt to scout before attacking—or defending. All I saw was a raven-haired man on top of a middle aged man, with a stick pointing right before his eyes, as if that stick was dangerous. Maybe he threatened him to stab the stick in the eye?

"Where. Is. He?" He asked him in a low, threatening voice.

The man merely laughed. "You're not getting anything from me—"

"ANSWER ME!" The raven-haired shouted, causing his enemy to cringe at the volume.

"Not scared of you, kid. I'm going to die anyway—" he coughed, and his eyes lose the light, his heart stopped beating.

The raven haired man sighed. He didn't move for a moment, but suddenly he screamed in frustration, almost causing me to jump in surprise. He stood up limply, and it was then I could see him clearly. He wasn't that old, probably between eighteen and twenty. His skin was pale, almost as pale as ours. His eyes were dazzling, emerald green, with a hint of desperation in it. But the oddest part was his scar. His lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. How could it be in such a shape? Someone carved it on his head? I winced. Who would do such a thing?

And why did I even care?

I shook my head mentally, and if I had a heart, it would've stopped when he said, "Isn't it weird for a Vampire to hide behind the bushes?"

My body froze as my head was beginning to be filled with questions. But before any of them was answered, I moved, revealing myself, appearing brave and knowing.

"How do you know where I was? And.. what I am?" I said, surprised at how calm my voice was.

He snorted. "A blind cat could tell where and what you are. You're not good at hiding at all."

His words and tone pissed me off for some reasons. I crossed my arms, huffing. "Hello to you too."

"I don't say hello to Vampires."

My eye twitched. "Do I seem like I care?"

"You asked me, how can you imply that you don't?"

He was really rude, I stared at him in disbelief. He didn't seem intimidated. He was actually playing the intimidating one. I snorted. This must be one pompous brats—one of the guys who thought nothing but themselves. The ones that had trouble getting into houses because of the size of their heads. A flicker to the dead body changed the direction of my mind completely.

"You killed him." I accused, my finger pointing at him.

He looked away. "I suppose I did."

"How can you be so calm?" I screamed in outrage. "You just took a life, for god's sake!"

He raised his an eyebrow, his face looked surprised and intrigued. "And this came from a Vampire?"

I gritted my teeth. Another prejudice. Another stupid stereotypes. So he really was one of that people. Ones to judge without thinking. "I value human lives more than you do!"

The interest vanished from his face. He gritted his teeth, his voice low. "You know nothing."

I didn't know how his voice could even send a chill to my back.

Deciding I wouldn't get any information from him, I pointed at his hand. "And what the hell are you doing with that stick?"

He snorted. "Does it seem like your business?"

I huffed. "I was only asking."

"I was only implying."

"You annoy the hell out of me just by speaking."

"You annoy the hell out of me just by looking."

I gasped at this. "I'm beautiful!"

He made a face. "You're obviously not."

That one startled me. The expression on his face—he meant it. This was the very first time in my life—scratch that—existence that someone said I was not beautiful.

He smirked at my reaction. "Oh, and with your jaw hanging open like that, it's kind of a big turn off."

My hands automatically covered my mouth, as he laughed loudly at me.

"You have no sense if you don't find me beautiful." I hissed, clenching my fists. "Everyone said otherwise! I am beautiful, and just because you're an idiot, doesn't mean you can just brag that I'm not!"

He frowned as he stared at me with disbelief. "You disgust me."

Before I could react, he grabbed the man on the ground and disappeared into thin air, leaving me startled. I didn't know what surprised me more; his disappearing into thin air, or his insult.

What the hell was going on?

Jasper POV

I shook my head.

Emmet was beyond foolish. I never felt any chemistry between Rosalie and him from the beginning, and I must say I was surprised when they said they were together. I knew they weren't mates. I knew. But I didn't tell them. Only Edward and I know this, him being the mind reader and all—and I just couldn't let this break my family. After hundreds of year fighting in war, I couldn't let this peace go like that.

However, Emmet was too stupid to get along.

I couldn't blame on Rosalie. She was pretty patient, if you ask me. But her patience was getting shorter and shorter these days. I was afraid that she would explode and break this family apart.

When she came home from Canada, she didn't say anything when she arrived. It seemed her mood was even worse. Emmet—being oblivious to this fact—was asking her to continue their 'hot making-out' and she exploded. I didn't blame her. Who wouldn't?

I spent a wave of calmness towards the whole family, and tried to suppress Emmet's desire. He was a mess. I knew this day would come. They would break up. I knew it. I knew it wasn't something to prevent.

But was it wrong to hope for the otherwise?

Alright, that's chapter one! What do you think? Please tell me. REVIEW!