Living For Eternity

Randie Jo

Crossover: Harry Potter & Twilight

Warning: Slash-Don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight, but I wouldn't mind owning Harry, or Jasper. Sadly, that won't ever happen so...one can only wish.

(Thoughts)

('Curses')

("Talking")

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(A/N: Okay, hello everyone. I know this has taken me a long time to write. My computer crashed and had my almost finished Chapter 2 on there when it did. When it was rebooted I had to totally rewrite it and it's taken me awhile to get back into the swing of this one. My other stories were also trashed as well, so I will have find my train of thought for them as well. I'm sorry it took forever, but here is this chapter. Any grammatical errors I may have will be accidental, but please inform me of them and I will be sure to fix them promptly. Cookies for reviewers and whatever my previously promised virtual cookies for reviewers of the last chapter have been handed out, I'm sure(: )

Chapter Two: The Past Catching Up

Harry bit his lip as he looked over at Jasper sitting on his bed. He took a seat on Ron's four poster, watching him for a moment. Jasper could tell he was extremely nervous. "What's wrong, love?" he asked, "What's making you so nervous to tell me about this?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Hary shrugged and tried not to whimper at the thought of Jasper being mad at him after this. "I just don't want you upset with me," he told him, trying to summon up his Gryffindor courage. After another long moment, he took a deep breath deciding where he should start.

"Alright, Jasper," he began, taking another deep breath to calm himself, "I was born on July 31, 1980. Before I was born there was a prophecy that was overhead by a Death Eater, but I'll get to them in a minute," he said. "The prophecy told of a male child that would be born as the seventh month ended. There was two male children born at that time. Neville and I to be exact," he added. "However, the prophecy went on to say that the Dark Lord would mark him as his equal," he told him, moving his hair to reveal the place where his scare had previously been. "Remember the lightning bolt shaped one I had here?" he asked and Jasper nodded.

Continuing, Harry murmured softly. "I survived the Killing Curse, 'Avada Kedavra', Voldemort had marked me," he whispered, taking another breath as he voice cracked slightly. "He killed my mum and dad a year later on October 31, 1981. That was when the actual marking took place," he added. "My mom kept the curse from killing me because she sacrificed herself in love for me. The prophecy also states that though I would be marked his equal, I would have power he knew not of. That power is love. I can love, but he cannot. He doesn't have it in him. He's not really even human anymore. Because he doesn't have this love, his body was destroyed when the Killing Curse rebounded on him," he told him.

Looking over at Jasper, Harry saw the look on his face change from shock to anger to disgust for such a person and finally ending on sadness. "I'm so sorry, love, that his has happened to you," he said, but Harry shook his head. "No, don't start apologizing just yet," he murmured. "There's more. Much, much more," the last part, he muttered under his breath even though he was sure Jasper would hear it anyway. "I say his body was destroyed only but not his evil soul," he continued on from where he'd left off. "My first year in Hogwarts was an odd one as we had a defense teacher that always wore a turban. His name was Professor Quirrell. He was sharing his body with Voldemort as Voldemort didn't have one of his own," he said, shaking his head slightly as he remembered the first time he had seen Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest.

He moved to sit next to his boyfriend, laying his head on his shoulder. "Quirrell was helping Voldemort, trying to get close to the Sorcerer's Stone," he murmured, biting down on his lip. "I'm sure you don't know what the Sorcerer's Stone is though, right?" he asked, but to his surprise Jasper nodded. "Yes, I know," he said. "You forget, love. I've been around for a long, long time," he whispered, kissing Harry's temple. Harry smiled at him and placed a kiss on his cheek in return. "Alright then. I fought Quirell and managed to save the Sorcerer's Stone because with Voldemort sharing his body, he couldn't lay a finger on me without burning himself," Harry said, finishing his explanation of his first year battle.

He took a deep breath, biting his lower lip. "Then there was second year," he said, shivering at the thought of the Basilisk. He closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to remember the time he'd met Riddle. "Voldemort had a journal, that he'd made into a horcrux," he murmured, pausing for a moment as he kicked himself for not remembering that Jasper probably had no idea what that was. "A horcrux is an object that you put a piece of your soul into. You have to split your soul first and the only way to do that is to kill someone," he said softly. "Voldemort's soul is torn into so many pieces I'm surprised that he can even function," he murmured, a humorless chuckle leaving his lips.

"Anyways, Lucius Malfoy slipped the journal into Ginny's things. She found it and began writing in it, but the journal, being a horcrux, would answer her. She even tried to get rid of it when it started to possess her," he said. "I found it and it showed me a memory, trying to convince me that one of my friends was expelled for a crime that he didn't commit. It was stolen from me shortly after that and I assume Ginny is the one that took it. She was probably afraid of what it might tell me," he told him. "However, the journal possessed her again, this time to open the Chamber of Secrets. I had to go and save her, fighting the Basilisk," he whispered. "I nearly died that night when the fang pierced my arm."

After a moment of silence, Harry continued, going onto to third year and ending with fifth year. "Sixth year was rather uneventful for me," he said at last. "Other than meeting you and the rest of our family, my year was normal. Voldemort has been oddly quiet and it's starting to make me wonder just what he is planning," he told him. "It's unlike him to leave me be, not even the dreams I usually get have been coming," he murmured, looking thoughtful as Jasper pulled him into his arms, growling in anger at what Harry had told him about Voldemort. "I wonder if the killing curse works on someone that is already, you know, dead?" he asked. "That could be an interesting theory," he said, knowing he'd need to ask Hermione for her opinion on the matter.

Jasper kissed Harry softly to stop anymore words from tumbling from his mouth. He lay back on the bed, pulling Harry along with him so that the smaller vampire was straddling his hips comfortably. "I love you, you know," he said. "And I want you to know, Har-bear, that I'm here for you and will fight along side you should anything happen between you and this Voldemort man this year," he murmured softly, brushing the hair back away from Harry's face. He kissed his forehead, right above where the scar had previously been. "You're mine and I don't take kindly to threats on things I intend to keep," he said, the protective, possessive streak he had coming to the surface.

Harry leaned over, kissing him softly, running his fingers through the other's hair. "You're adorable when you get like this," he whispered against his lips. "I love you, too, Jas," he said softly, his fingers playing with the buttons on Jasper's shirt, glad that he wasn't too upset with what he'd told him tonight. He was extremely glad that he'd finally told his boyfriend about Voldemort so he wouldn't feel that weight on his shoulders as well. After a moment of silence, Harry smiled at him and popped the buttons on his shirt, kissing the exposed flesh of his chest. "You look delicious right now, I'll have you know," he said, before proceeding to undress him, knowing the others would all still be at the feast for a while.

xXx

Draco looked over at Edward as they sat outside by the lake, the other's arm wrapped around the blond's shoulder. He scooted closer, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's waist. "Edward," he murmured softly, biting his lip. Edward looked over at him inquisitively. "Yes, love?" he asked, reaching up with his free hand to stroke Draco's cheek, his thumb ghosting over the bitten lip as Draco released it. "Are you ever going to ask?" he asked him. "I know you want to, Alice told me so," he told him, crossing his arms then and pouting.

Edward sighed softly. "Of course, Alice tells you what I had wanted to surprise you with tonight," he said, rolling his eyes as he pulled something from his pocket. He stood, helping Draco up before kneeling in front of him, looking up as he took the boy's hand. "Draco, I love you. More than anything else in the world, I assure you," he started, stopping to think over his words carefully. "You are the only person I would ever want to give my heart to, and I know you love me, too. I can hear your every thought. Like just now you were thinking about how much you wish I would just give you this little thing," he said, nodding towards the box in his hand. "Don't roll your eyes at me," he said, right before Draco did so.

Sighing, Edward opened the box, holding it towards him so he could see the rather large, twenty-karat diamond ring. "Would you, Draco, do me the honor of becoming my husband?" he asked, watching as Draco's eyes lit up with love and appreciation. He made to drop to his knees, but Edward shook his head. "No, no, you don't kneel, that's my job," he told him, slipping the ring onto his finger as he stood, wrapping Draco in his arms. He knew he needed voice his answer allowed, Edward would know his choice anyway, He had, of course, chosen positively. What neither of them noticed, however, was Alice and Neville watching from the roof of the Astronomy tower.

xXx

"They're so cute together," Alice murmured to her love, entwining their fingers. She watched her brother and his mate hugging and kissing before they sat once more, Draco admiring his ring, watching it gleam in the light. "I would have to agree with you," he said, kissing her cheek softly. "That will be us one day, do you think?' he asked, looking over at her. Alice only gave him a cryptic smile. She knew the exact day that she and Neville would become husband and wife. She could hardly wait. Having been in love with him since nearly the first time she'd met the clumsy little human, she was extremely grateful that he'd accepted her so quickly, getting to know her so well.

"Well, you will just have to wait and see," she said. "Won't you, love?" she asked, a small, knowing grin on her lips. Neville, knowing her little quirks by now, smiled. "That's a yes," he said, grinning widely at her now. "But when?" he thought to himself, knowing she wouldn't give him a definite answer. It could always change, of course. "Why don't we get inside before curfew?" he suggested. "I don't fancy a detention on our full first day back, do you?" he asked, seeing her shake her head. He stood and offered her his hand. "Come on," he said, pulling her into the castle through the small trap door nearby.

Once back in the Gryffindor common room, he sat, pulling her into his lap, closing his eyes as he held her. Being what they were, they needed no sleep, but it was still comforting to be able to relax in a familiar place. He'd been getting to know his new surroundings all summer with the Cullens and he was glad that they were so welcoming. Although the loved it there, and being with Alice was amazing for him, he couldn't deny that he'd missed his grandmother and Hogwarts.

xXx

Rosalie could honestly say that she was having such a good time being back at the castle. There were the Slytherin girls in her dorm to annoy her. "Of course, you would all be here when I want to relax," she said. "Annoying little bints that you are," she said, shaking her head as she plopped down onto her bed. She grabbed her make up kit, pulling out a bottle of poisonously green nail polish. Without even acknowledging them again, she began to paint her nails, humming a tune to herself. Once she was finished, she checked her make up before standing and leaving the room. She had to meet Emmett, he'd said he had a surprise for her. She honestly couldn't think of what it might be.

When she exited the Slytherin common room, she found that he was already waiting for her, leaned against the wall across from where the room opened. He smiled at her and pulled her into a quick hug, kissing her softly. "Hello, beautiful," he said, taking her hand in his as he started to pull her away from the dungeons and up to the entrance hall and to the grand double doors that led out onto the grounds. Stepping outside, he nodded to Edward and Draco, pulling her still towards the Forbidden Forest. "Your surprise is in here," he said softly to explain.

They were pretty deep into the forest by now and had finally stopped, Rosalie looking around herself cautiously. "What are we doing here?" she asked, biting her lip. Emmett merely raised a finger to his lips to signal for silence just as a unicorn walked into a clearing not too far ahead. "Look, Rose," he said, smiling at her. "Isn't it beautiful?" he asked. "I saw this one while I was hunting sometime last year and I never got the chance to show you with all the other things that were going on," he said, sighing softly.

Rosalie's eyes lit up as she watched teh creature. "It is rather beautiful," she said. "Lovely creature indeed. Do you think we might be able to get close to it?' she asked and Emmett nodded. "It's quite tame, actually," he said, leading her forward slowly. The unicorn looked up cautiously, but made no move to run. When it saw Emmett coming towards it, it dropped it's head once more to graze at the weeds on the forest floor. When in touching distance, Emmett pressed Rosalie's hand against the white animal's neck. "Pet him," he said, and she did, smiling the whole while.

xXx

Ron and Hermione where in the library, much to Ron's dismay. He hadn't wanted to come here, but Hermione told him that she would just be a moment as she needed to find something. A moment, to his horror, turned out to be much, much longer than he'd expected. It wasn't until two hours later that she had finally found what she wanted. "Can we go now?" Ron whined and she nodded. "Yes, sorry, Ron," she said. "I didn't mean for it to take so long," she told him softly, kissing his cheek gently.

"What were you looking for anyways?" he asked her and she just smiled at him, holding the book out. It seemed to be a copy of the first documented vampire's personal journal. He rolled his eyes. "Vladomir's journal?" he asked. "How is that at all necessary?' he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Hermione sighed and thumped him in the temple. "We are now vampires, Ron," she said, rolling her eyes. "I like to learn about things that interest me, and being a vampire interests me since I am not one," she said.

Sighing, he rubbed the place she'd thumped. "Fine," he said, "But don't expect me to read it," he said, crossing his arms like a petulant child. Hermione smacked him in the back of the head and he frowned at her. "What was that for?' he asked, pouting. She smiled and kissed his cheek again. "For being a prat," she said, then took his hand, dragging him from the library and to the common room, waving to Neville and Alice as she pulled him towards a table in a secluded corner of the room, though it was pretty much empty by now.

(A/N: That was chapter two, everyone. Please read and review and tell me what you think. This chapter could've been much longer, but it's three AM and I didn't really feel like writing out all of Harry's horrors. I almost didn't want to write Ron and Hermione's part, but I figured since I had done the others that I should do theirs, too. Tell me how you liked Jasper's reaction(: Cookies for reviewers! Lots of love, Randie Jo(: )