Author's note: Hello, this is me! I'm not going to take you too much time reading this. I want to say that this is my first English fanfiction written and I'm sorry if there is something misspelled or else, because I have tried to write it perfectly but perfection is impossible so… let's hope this is valid! Now, this is a Harry Potter and Twilight crossover, and SLASH, which means boyxboy, gay couple, yaoi, however you like to call it. If you don't like it, please, don't feel obligated to read it. I am advising you now so you don't have to read something you don't like. And, only if you didn't know, I am not the creator of either Harry Potter or the Twilight Saga.

Summary: There was a time, between the 9th and 10th century, when four children were accused from witchcraft in England; two of them were murdered, and the other two were supposed to die in a bonfire, but didn't. Instead, they were turned by a power-greedy vampire. Now, centuries ahead of those ominous times, James and Alec Volturi are in the way to Forks, Washington, looking for someone who feels like family, like home while maintaining a façade to Aro and his brothers. At the same time, the Cullens have met to young wizards whose main amusement is bickering to each other and, somehow, are immortals and extremely powerful and so, want to help protecting Reneesme from the Volturi. What neither knows is that when these four people meet the world will turn upside down. Beware the Death's children; beware the cursed ones.

Pairings: Male!Jane Volturi x Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Other tags: threesome, vampires, immortals, deathly hallows, could have several spoilers about either of the stories.

Chapter 1

The sun rose, like every other day. The people woke up, like always, in the silent and little English village near Scottish grounds. People would get up to work in multiple chores; men went to hunt, women cleaned their houses, some children would help either men or women, and some other would play. The little village was calm and sweet, in a sense, surrounded by a huge forest with lots of herbivores preys. Animals like deers, rabbits, fish in the not so far river, even with a big variety of berries which were recollected daily for lunch and dinner. It was calm and sweet indeed. But also, hidden from the villagers, there was a secret magical community where special people with strange abilities, lived. They were what normal people would call sorcerers, freaks, dark magicians. Even so, they tried to get along with the villagers, feigning to be travelers from time to time to acquire provisions, information and stuff. There were also children among these sorcerers; normal children if you saw them, but completely magical as well as their parents. Some parents weren't magical, though, but their children were.

That was the case of Mary Ann Sutton and her two twin sons, James and Alec. Mary Ann was a widowed woman who married a suspected sorcerer at the early age of 14 years old. When she got pregnant, both she and her husband were in ecstasy. The problem was, even if they always denied such a horrible thing as magic in their blood, Mary Ann knew perfectly that her husband did magic. How could he catch always the most nutritious animal, if not? If that was not enough, two days after their wedding night she caught him in some kind of ritual, with runes drew around him on the ground, with candles and murmuring nonsense. Even with that knowledge, Mary Ann loved her husband dearly. He was really candid and strong, and happy and optimistic that she was left heartbroken when the villagers told her a furious wolf had killed him. It was so painful that she thought she would have a miscarriage. That did not happen.

Three months after her husband's death, Mary Ann gave birth to two beautiful and chubby twins. In honor to their deceased father, Mary Ann named them with her husband's names: James and Alec Sutton. Her children were a blessing; intelligent, polite, sweet. With their appearance they were extremely loved: blond haired and blue eyed. Such sweet children hers were. When they reached their five year, strange things started to happen: whenever someone was awful to them or she, Mary Ann noticed that they would suffer some disgrace while instead, people who would be polite to them were blessed. That was the beginning of the end, whether she saw it or not at that moment. Some day later, a strange man with strange clothes approached her and her two children with a really creepy smile plastered on his face. He said his name was Aro, and that he was a traveler from Italy. He said he was amazed by her children, that they had a great potential. She knew he was no sorcerer, so she started to panic. Who else had heard about her children's special talents? With that fear ingrained inside her very soul, that same night Mary Ann wrote a letter to someone who her husband had trusted she and her children in case he could not help them. A man called Salazar Slytherin.

Less than a month, this man with grey hair and grey eyes and with the lightest skin ever seen, appeared in the village asking to see her and her little family. He told her he, like her husband, was a sorcerer, and due to a vow made too many years ago, he would protect her children as much as he could.

With that said, Salazar took her children away with the excuse of being a nobleman in search of healthy, intelligent children that could be taught as warriors. Instead, she knew her children had been taken away to a secret castle were they would be protected and surrounded by other children.

The months passed without any important occurrence, and they became years. Six years later, James and Alec came back home, but they weren't alone. With them there were two other children, second cousins of the Lord Salazar Slytherin. Their names were Draco and Harold. Draco was the one who most seemed to be related to her family, with his platinum blond hair and his grey-blueish eyes, while Harold possessed curls and waves in his blackish hair but his eyes… oh, dear Lord, his eyes! Mary Ann had never seen eyes as green as his were. It was a bit unnerving, but they seemed polite and sweet like her babies, so she didn't really mind them as much as the rest of the villagers did. And oh what a mistake it was. No less than two weeks later the gossips started. Her boys were 'cursed', and they had brought more 'cursed children' to the village. They were the Devil's messengers… and as the years passed by the rumors only got worse.

One fine morning, she heard a sorrowful scream in her back garden and, fearing it was one of the boys she was hosting in her house along her own children, she run. And run, and run when she couldn't find them. And she went inside the forest, with her heart beating madly, like it would go out of her chest at any moment. She had got to love both Draco and Harold like they were her children as well as James and Alec, and she couldn't maintain the thought of losing them in any way.

At last, she found them and the sight that greeted her was abominable: the villagers had taken the liberty to judge and accuse James, Alec, Draco and Harold of witchcraft and, Mary Ann thought, Draco and Harold surely had done some kind of trick to defend themselves, resulting in their deaths. When she saw their bodies laid out on the ground, bleeding in silence and with their faces twisted in pain, and her own children scared and tied to two posts of wood and surrounded by firewood, she lost it. Her mind did some sort of breaking sound and she screamed to the top of her lungs, and even when she couldn't do it, she kept screaming and sobbing, cursing every one of the villagers, calling them traitors, murderers, insensible, monsters… and then, someone, she didn't know who, set fire to the firewood around her children. She heard herself screaming until her throat felt dry, her cheeks burned with the tears she didn't feel streaming down her face, and then… nothing. She couldn't see her children anymore. She could hear the villagers praying some nonsense about religion and God and the Devil, and her little Alec screaming for help, and her James… silent, mourning his friends and waiting for a really painful death. It was horrible. But then again, when has her life been fair? Her only regret was to not have been able to protect her children, every one of them. Her only consolation was something that the Lord Slytherin has revealed to her in his brief visit so many years ago: magical people could be reborn if powerful enough, and her sons were really powerful, just like his cousins Draco and Harold were. With that last consolation in her soul, she started the journey to heaven, to nirvana, to elsewhere to be reunited with her dearest husband, ignorant of the vampire who saved her children from the fire and turned them, condemning them to endless years of youth and immortality, waiting for their lost friends, and maybe something more.

Author's note: Well? Did you like it? Did you not like it? Should I continue with this project? Please, leave your precious comments, everything is welcomed (even constructive critiques).