AN1: Please be mindful that none of these chapters or stories have been edited or beta'd yet. While I usually catch the majority of the mistakes as I write, there are surely some I have missed.

AN2: This is a Harry Potter/Twilight crossover fic.

Pairings: Harry Potter/Jane Volturi

Ratings: M

Harry POV – May 1998

I was at a crossroads. Tom had just discovered that we were hunting his horcruxes after we managed to break into Gringotts and steal Huffelpuff's Chalice. He was angry enough to let his Occlumency shields drop and I was able to catch a long look at his immediate thoughts. He was going to check on his horcruxes, saving the, now identified to myself, Diadem of Ravenclaw for last that he had hidden in the Room of Requirement. If that wasn't bad enough, he planned on storming Hogwarts with his entire army. Catching a brief mental glimpse at the number of his followers, I knew we were doomed for failure.

We were going to be outnumbered two to one if we were lucky. I knew that we could call upon the Order and even most of the DA to help defend Hogwarts, but we would undoubtedly get many more than that. If we didn't come up with any more support than that, Voldemort was going to win.

We had just swam to shore, after jumping from the back of a half-blind dragon, and began to dry ourselves off. I quickly took the opportunity to relay to Ron and Hermione what I had just seen. Understandably they were both nervous, but I knew they would be with me until the end.

Thinking furiously, trying to come up with a way to avoid watching the majority of the people I knew from dying, I tried to think of a way to get help with our upcoming fight. I knew that Tom was going to wait until the cover of darkness before attacking and we had roughly six hours before then.

Suddenly, I remembered something that I had read during one of our many long nights spent at Grimmauld Place earlier in the year...

It had been almost a month that we had been couped up inside of Number 12, and we were still a couple more weeks yet from trying to retrieve Slytherin's Locket from within the Ministry of Magic itself.

Hermione was once again going over our plans as she had taken to doing religiously. Ron of course was down in the kitchen eating a late night snack. I was relatively bored, and it was that boredom that had lead me to start reading a random book from deep within the vaunted Black Library.

This particular book spoke of an abnormal off-shoot of the vampire virus. We had of course been taught about vampires at Hogwarts, and I had even met one named Sanguini at one of Slughorn's parties, but what this book was describing was slightly different from the normal virus.

We had also believed vampires to have blood-red eyes, deathly pale skin, super strength and speed, incomparable beauty, and a deathly intolerance to sunlight. However, according to this book there had been a split in the virus that started well over five thousand years ago. According to the book, they shared most of the same attributes with only two small differences. The first was that they were almost immune to sunlight, their only effect from it being the glittering of their skin. The other difference was that on a rare account when a person had a dominant gift there was a small chance it could generate into a special power when turned.

Whoever wrote the book alluded to gaining this knowledge through his dealings with dealings of a trio of vampires. Apparently around three thousand years ago the writer of the book had met with the small group of men, whose names were Aro, Caius, and Marcus. He was able to learn much from them, but upon learning that the Black ancestor possessed the ability of magic, and fearing his ability to produce fire at will, they decided it was best to hide all knowledge of their existence from any who were not a vampire and formed the coven called the Volturi.

The Volturi would spend the next three thousand years governing the vampire's to ensure they remained undiscovered. They had wanted to have the Black ancestor killed as he was the only human that knew of their location in Volterra, Italy; However, he was able to convince them to a deal. In exchange for his silence, the Volturi would owe the Black family one favor to be used by any who share the blood of the Black family.

The book went on to explain where to find the entrance to the catacombs that housed the hidden vampire 'government', along with many more details he had learned from the three men.

I remembered Sirius once telling me that we were distantly related due to my grandmother, Dorea Potter, originally being Dorea Black. I knew it was a long shot, as I had no idea if the Volturi even still existed, but it was one I would have to take. I also ran the risk of them just trying to kill me the moment they see me, but if I didn't try we would all be dead by morning anyhow.

I knew I would have to hurry if I wanted this mission to not be doomed from the start and quickly explained to Ron and Hermione where I was going as well as where to find the second to last horcrux. Quickly I made a portkey that would take me to Volterra and was immediately whisked away.

I landed in a narrow alleyway a few blocks from where I needed to be. According to the book, there was an entrance to the catacombs near the clock tower, so that is where I headed. I made my way through the central square and headed down a small alley.

The alley angled slightly downward as it narrowed. There was a loose curve to the alley, still slanting downward, so I didn't see the squared-off dead end coming until we reached the flat, windowless, brick face. I didn't break pace as I strode toward the wall.

There I saw what looked like a drain, sunk into the lowest point of the paving. I hadn't noticed it, but the grate was halfway pushed aside. The hole was small, and black. I crouched down, swinging my legs into the narrow gap. It was silent and short. The air whipped past me for just half a second, and then, with a huff as I exhaled my feet hit solid ground.

It was dim, but not black at the bottom. The light from the hole above provided a faint glow, reflecting wetly from the stones under my feet. The light vanished for a second, and I stumbled my way across the uneven stone surface. The sound of the heavy grate sliding over the drain hole behind me rang with metallic finality.

The dim light from the street was quickly lost in the gloom. The sound of my footsteps echoed through the black space; it sounded very wide, but I couldn't be sure. There were no sounds other than my own heartbeat and my feet on the wet stones except for once, when an impatient sigh whispered from behind me.

Slowly, I turned around to see who was behind me. The newcomer was as tiny as a Creevey, with lank, dark blonde hair pulled behind her head with a hair band. The body under the cloak which was dark, almost completely black, was slim and small. But the face was pretty, too pretty for a human. She looked as if she was still in her early teens when she had been turned, but the wide-eyed, full-lipped face would make a Botticelli angel look like a gargoyle. Even allowing for the dull crimson irises, and I couldn't help but feel attraction to the young vampire.

"You know it is unwise to venture into the unknown. You never know what could happen to you." the girl said with a voice that would make angels jealous.

Despite the potential danger I was in, I couldn't help but give her a grin. "Hello beautiful. Whoever said I did not know where I was going? I would be appreciative if you could tell Aro that the last son of the house of Black is calling in his favor."

I could tell she wanted to attack me right there, but she must have thought that anyone claiming to be owed a favor to Aro would make it a bad decision to attack them until he had given her his permission.

Narrowing her eyes at me she spoke. "Follow me!" she was clearly unhappy and I hurriedly followed her further into the catacombs.

At the end of the tunnel was a grate. The iron bars were rusting, but as thick as my arm. A small door made of thinner, interlaced bars was standing open. We ducked through and hurried on to a larger, brighter stone room. The grille slammed shut with a clang, followed by the snap of a lock. I was too busy trying to keep up to look behind me.

On the other side of the long room was a low, heavy wooden door. It was very thick as I could tell because it, too, stood open. We stepped through the door, and I glanced around me in surprise, relaxing automatically.

We were in a brightly lit, unremarkable hallway. The walls were off-white, the floor carpeted in industrial gray. Common rectangular fluorescent lights were spaced evenly along the ceiling. It was warmer here, for which I was grateful. This hall seemed very benign after the gloom of the ghoulish stone sewers.

I kept walking, even as the heavy door creaked shut behind us, and then there was the thud of a bolt sliding home. Jane waited by the elevator, one hand holding the doors open for me. Her expression was apathetic.

Once inside the elevator, three vampires that must belonged to the Volturi stared at me. They threw back their cloaks, letting the hoods fall back on their shoulders. They were both of a slightly olive complexion, it looked odd combined with their chalky pallor. Ones black hair was cropped short, but the others waved to his shoulders. Their irises were deep crimson around the edges, darkening until they were black around the pupil. Under the shrouds, their clothes were modern, pale, and nondescript. I stood in the corner, determined to show no fear while never taking my eyes off of the beautiful blonde.

The elevator ride was short; we stepped out into what looked like a posh office reception area. The walls were paneled in wood, the floors carpeted in thick, deep green. There were no windows, but large, brightly lit paintings of the Tuscan countryside hung everywhere as replacements. Pale leather couches were arranged in cozy groupings, and the glossy tables held crystal vases full of vibrantly colored bouquets.

In the middle of the room was a high, polished mahogany counter. I gawked in astonishment at the woman behind it. She was tall, with dark skin and green eyes. She would have been very pretty in any other company, but not here. Because she was every bit as human as I was. I couldn't comprehend what this human woman was doing here, totally at ease, surrounded by vampires. It seemed against what the Volturi stood for.

She smiled politely in welcome. "Good afternoon, Jane," she said. At least now I knew the name of my guide. There was no surprise in her face as she glanced at Jane's company.

Jane nodded. "Gianna." She continued toward a set of double doors in the back of the room, and I followed.

On the other side of the wooden doors was a different kind of reception. The pale boy in the pearl gray suit could have been Jane's twin. His hair was darker, and his lips were not as full, but he was definitely of relation. He came forward to meet us. He smiled, reaching for her. "Jane."

"Alec," she responded, embracing the boy. They kissed each other's cheeks on both sides. Then he looked at me.

"Tourist?" he asked her. I assume it was code for something as I had a hard time imagining this place being used as a tourist attraction.

"He claims to call in a favor owed to his family by Aro himself." she sneered at me.

"Aro will be so pleased to meet him." Alec said, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

"Let's not keep him waiting." Jane suggested.

Alec and Jane, holding hands, led the way down yet another wide, ornate hall. Would there ever be an end?

They ignored the doors at the end of the hall, doors entirely sheathed in gold, stopping halfway down the hall and sliding aside a piece of the paneling to expose a plain wooden door. It wasn't locked. Alec held it open for Jane.

I wanted to groan when Jane pulled me through to the other side of the door. It was the same ancient stone as the square, the alley, and the sewers. And it was dark and cold again.

The stone antechamber was not large. It opened quickly into a brighter, cavernous room, perfectly round like a huge castle turret which was probably exactly what it was.

Two stories up, long window slits threw thin rectangles of bright sunlight onto the stone floor below. There were no artificial lights. The only furniture in the room were several massive wooden chairs, like thrones, that were spaced unevenly, flush with the curving stone walls. In the very center of the circle, in a slight depression, was another drain. I wondered if they used it as an exit, like the hole in the street.

The room was not empty. A handful of people were convened in seemingly relaxed conversation. The murmur of low, smooth voices was a gentle hum in the air. As I watched, a pair of pale women in summer dresses paused in a patch of light, and, like prisms, their skin threw the light in rainbow sparkles against the sienna walls.

The exquisite faces all turned toward our party as we entered the room. Most of the immortals were dressed in inconspicuous pants and shirts, things that wouldn't stick out at all on the streets below. But the man who spoke first wore one of the long robes. It was pitch-black, and brushed against the floor. For a moment, I thought his long, jet-black hair was the hood of his cloak. For a religious person he could have been mistaken for the devil himself.

"Jane, dear one, you've returned, and with a guest!" he cried in evident delight. His voice was just a soft sighing.

He drifted forward, and the movement flowed with such surreal grace that I gawked, I had to stop my mouth from hanging open. Even purebloods back home, who's every motion looked as smooth as gliding, could not compare.

I was only more astonished as he floated closer and I could see his face. It was not like the unnaturally attractive faces that surrounded him (for he did not approach us alone; the entire group converged around him, some following, and some walking ahead of him with the alert manner of bodyguards). I couldn't decide if his face would have been handsome to a woman or not. I suppose the features were perfect. But he was as different from the vampires beside him as they were from me. His skin was translucently white, like onionskin, and it looked just as delicate. It stood in shocking contrast to the long black hair that framed his face. I felt a strange, horrifying urge to touch his cheek, to see if it was powdery, like chalk. His eyes were red, the same as the others around him, but the color was clouded, milky; I wondered if his vision was affected by the haze.

He glided to Jane, took her face in his papery hands, kissed her lightly on her forehead as if she was his child, and then floated back a step.

"Yes, Master." Jane smiled; the expression made her look like an angelic child. "He claims you owe him a favor." again she turned to glare at me.

Deciding it was my turn to speak up I did so. "My ancestor, Apollo Black, along with my family has kept your secret for nearly three thousand years. I have come as the last scion of the house Black to reclaim our favor and complete our deal."

"Apollo!" Aro said happily. "My, it has been quite a long time since I had met him. He was truly a gifted man. I assume you won't mind showing me the proof of you being who you say you are?" he asked with a smile that I couldn't decide if it was fake or not.

I mentally frowned for a moment. It wasn't as if we carried around I.D. Cards in the muggle world. "Surely you know that my people do not carry around the obvious forms of identification. How shall I prove my heritage to you?" I asked.

His smile just widened even more. "Oh yes. I remember your heritage and the...things your family could do. Never fear child, I have my own way to find the answers I seek."

He held out his hand to me and I felt foolish for forgetting what I had read about Aro's ability to read your entire mind. I did not want to just give away my entire life worth of memories to him, but I knew I had no choice. Slowly I placed my hand in his and he grasped it.

He appeared to be in a day dream of sorts for a few seconds before he started to chuckle. "You ask much of us Mr. Potter." he finally said.

I began to fear he was going to decline to help me, but he continued. "Never fear child. I am willing to help you, however, you shall have to give something in return to...let say, even the deal a bit."

I knew that the chances of me enjoying my answer I asked. "Exactly what is it I could offer you to make you accept?"

Yes, I knew I was going to regret this as his smile grew wider. It felt as if I was about to make a deal with the devil himself. "We have kept ourselves hidden from those of your heritage for three thousand years. As such, we have never had one of your...heritage...join our ranks. Who knows the abilities that could be carried over. In exchange for helping you end your war, you shall have to join us! I would expect a service of at least fifteen years if you should end up with a gift when you are turned. Then you shall be free to leave…if you so choose that is."

I think Jane might not have been very happy with that decision, of course it didn't sound too appealing to me either. Immortality and losing my magic was never very appealing to me. Of course her shouting might have had something to do with it me guessing her anger.

"You would join his war and only ask in return for him to join us? He is nothing but a human! What could he possibly offer us? I could kill him with both eyes closed and my arms tied behind my back!" yes, she seemed to not care for me much. Of course I couldn't help but smile at her arrogance. It seems that Aro has kept the knowledge of wizards quiet as well.

Despite the urgency of the situation that brought me here, I couldn't help but to send a jab at her. "If I am so weak, perhaps you wouldn't mind to place a wager on a little fight. No killing, and the first to yield shall lose." Just to goad her I sent her a smirk. Besides she looked kind of sexy with anger on her face.

She briefly looked to a still smiling Aro, who nodded his head as if to give her his permission. "If you lose then you become my dinner human." she snarled.

Death sounded pretty harsh in my opinion so I tried to come up with something equally as harsh for her. My impending loss of mortality briefly flashed in my mind as I got an idea. "Very well, and if you lose..." I paused for dramatic effect that I am sure didn't work. "When you lose, you shall become my loving mate when I am turned."

She paused for a second as if unsure to accept or not. I couldn't help but smile wider and I noticed a few others were doing the same. Finally she ground out her answer. "Fine! Our fight will start now!"

I immediately drew my wand from its holster waiting for her to make a move. I felt a painful force pressing hard against my pathetic Occlumency shields. It would figure that she would have a special power. Now that I thought about it, I should have assumed most of the vampires here would have one. Knowing that my weak shields wouldn't keep her out of my head for long I struck.

I quickly slashed my wand through the air and conjured a fire whip. While I knew it would hurt her, it would only kill her if I decided to actually light her on fire with it instead of just scorch and bind her. It would hurt like hell but she would recover from it.

I slashed my wand through the air once more, so fast it would have been awe inspiring to a human but still impressive to a vampire, and flicked the fire whip towards her before she could even process what was happening. The whip wrapped itself around her neck, and she screamed from the pain as I jerked her forward to the ground. She tried to get up several times, but each time I intensified the fire.

"Now my dear, do you yield?" I taunted her, knowing she wasn't going to give up that quickly.

She growled at me and grunted as she tried to force herself to her knees to fight back, her not having the concentration to use her gift on my mind again. I heightened the heat until I could hear he pale skin starting to sizzle before she screamed. "Yield! I yield, please just stop!"

Full blown smirk in place I release my whip and re-sheath my wand. Confidently I walked to my future mate and offered her my hand. She glared at it until she finally seemed to realize what it was exactly that she had just lost and she seemed to wilt.

"Come now beautiful, I am sure with time you will come to enjoy my company. After all...I am a romantic at heart." I grinned, while Aro started clapping as if he had just watched the best movie to ever exist.

With a sigh she placed her hand in mine as, what I assume was her brother, stared at me with a curious look. I pulled her to her feet before drawing my wand again and casting a mild healing charm to fix her neck. She would have healed fairly quickly on her own, but she was going to be my future mate and I did not want to see her suffer. Once done I re-sheathed my wand again, and just to be cheeky, gave her a quick kiss on the neck where my whip had burnt her.

Jane POV

I gave him a halfhearted glare after he had the gall to kiss my neck. While he may soon be my mate, I wasn't going to count it until he was turned. "Your deal only starts when you are turned human, so watch where those lips go!"

He just smirked at me. "My name is Harry by the way. I figure that as my future lover you should at least know my name."

My eyes widened when he called me his future lover. I had still yet to turn fourteen when I was turned, my breasts had never even grown bigger than a large B or small C cup and I had yet to even start growing pubic hair, but it was still common place for girls to marry at thirteen and be a mother shortly after when I was human so my mind was still stuck in that way of thinking.

Life as a thirteen year old, at least in appearance, vampire did not offer much chance for mating. Even though I had thankfully been losing the look of a girly boy in my last year as a human, and my butt, while still small, had a bit of bubble to it. however, most vampires were turned in their twenties or later and did not find one as young as myself attractive.

If I had to tell the absolute truth, I figured he…Harry as he was named…would be pretty damn sexy as a vampire, and when the time came I might not be against being his lover. He had brilliant emerald green eyes, even if they wouldn't last once turned, that seemed to almost glow with power and hair as dark as Aro's. I just hoped that when he was turned it wouldn't stay so unruly. He wasn't overly tall, which would be good as I was still short of five foot myself.

All in all, I figured at least I wasn't going to be stuck with an ogre of a man. Of course this was all if I had to tell the truth, which I didn't, so I wasn't going to tell him that yet as he was still human and had a big enough head it seemed as it was. I was just thankful that he was a powerful human. Hopefully it would transfer over when he was a vampire.

Of course he just had to give me that damn crooked grin of his. Thankfully as a vampire I was unable to blush or I would have to kill the first vampire to laugh at me. You have no idea how hard it can be as a vampire eternally stuck in the heart of puberty. Thankfully I was spared as Aro directed the conversation back to himself.

Harry POV

"Bravo! Wonderful Harry!" Aro softly clapped as he congratulated me with a smile. "It is not often that someone can match Jane, let alone defeat her."

"I have a few special talents and had the element of surprise." I replied to him, turning serious again. "So you will help me?"

"Yes, however, it would be wise to remember our deal." Aro spoke softly before turning to his guard. "Prepare to leave. We head to Scotland in ten minutes."

"The house of Black thanks you." I told Aro. "I as well must leave, as there is still much to do before tonight." Aro gave me a slight bow of acknowledgment before turning to join the rest in preparing. I quickly made a portkey to Hogsmeade, where I would sneak into the castle to make sure the Hocruxes, other than the snake, had all been destroyed.

I drop to my knees, exhaustion filling my body as my head drops, my chin resting on my chest as I stare at my blood covered hands. The blood ripples and slides off of them as rain pelts down from the darkened skies, clouds blocking out any chance of stars and moonlight. A gentle glow covers the blood soaked grass, I look behind me to see the source is Hagrid's hut, engulfed in flames. Hagrid himself, as well as Fang, were looking up at the sky with lifeless, empty eyes, having died sometime during the battle.

I shake my head slowly and raise myself up painfully, one arm dislocated and hanging uselessly by my side. I turn around, pick up my wand and limp towards the castle, the adrenalin rushing out of my system, letting me feel every ache and pain. I look hollowly at each body as I pass them, images of how they died flashing before my eyes.

I pause at the site of Remus' body, lowering myself and closing his eyes gently, letting a tear fall for the loss of the last marauder.

I slowly keep moving, walking past the destroyed doors of the Great Hall to see the tables shattered, the roof gone, a hole in the wall overlooking the lake. I move towards the head table...well what used to be the head table. The only thing not destroyed was the Headmaster's throne.

I sit down with a sigh, popping my arm back into the socket with a small keen of pain, my eyes shut before I rest my head back, letting my body try to relax for a minute.

"You have kept your end of the contract." I speak quietly, sensing their presence as soon as they entered the hall, even if their footsteps are silent.

"Will you keep yours?" I open my eyes tiredly and look at the group of three in front of me, their clothing covered in blood along with their hands.

I look at the speaker, Demetri, taking in the pale skin, short frosted brown hair and his burgundy colored eyes. "I take it Aro has already set forth for Volterra?" I asked him.

"Yes, as shall we here momentarily." he said jesting to the other two with him. "He asks that you join us in three days time to fulfill your end of the deal. That should leave you ample time to get your affairs in order."

I nod my head in acknowledgment. "I shall be there."

Demetri and a second one turn from the group and leaves, the smaller one that I could recognize as Jane came forth. "You are powerful for a human...I look forward to seeing you when you are turned." She leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before turning and disappearing, headed back for Volterra.

I watch as people move through the alley, my hood up to stop any recognition. The buildings are slowly being rebuilt and reopened, a large part of them having been closed or destroyed during the war.

I walk up the steps to Gringotts, nodding to the goblin guards before walking swiftly over the marble flooring. I move to a teller away from the rest and speak softly, my head lowered slightly as I speak respectfully. "I would like to request audience with Manager Sharpclaw please. Tell him Lord Potter-Black is asking for him."

I watch as he looks at me before he nods and steps down from the chair he is sitting on before motioning me to follow him. He leads me down a series of winding corridors, stopping at a heavy wooden door, knocking once before turning and leaving me standing there on my own.

"Enter." I hear from the other side.

I open the door and walk in smoothly, moving in front of the desk before bowing deeply, lifting up again before taking my seat. "Ahh, Lord Potter-Black, what can I do for you today?"

"Master Sharpclaw, I wish to move my accounts to a vault at a secure location, warded for only my entry and the knowledge of its location known to only us." I watch as he freezes before looking at me sharply. "We were too few wands, and the war would have been lost. I entered an agreement with the lord of the Volturi. That arrangement will prevent me from entering the Wizarding world for an indefinite amount of time, possibly for the rest of my life. I am not willing to risk the Ministry getting a hand on my legacy. Should I have a magical child then my legacy will return to Gringotts when they enter Hogwarts." I sigh softly at the thought of a child before looking back at the goblin's shocked face.

Sharpclaw continued to stare at me before he seemed to come to a decision. "It shall cost you 1% of your total assets for my help Mr. Potter-Black. Do you accept?" he asked.

I nod my head in acceptance.

Finally it was the third day from the time of the Battle of Hogwarts. I had all of my affairs in order and it was time for me to fulfill my end of the bargain. I moved quietly through the streets, passing smoothly through the rush of people, never quite touching them and never giving them time to notice me.

I pause and slip into an alley before glancing up, spotting a cloaked figure on the rooftop, a slight sparkle catching my eye with the figures hand meets the sunlight, telling me it is a vampire. I conjure a cloak and cover my body, the hood up and putting my face into shadow before I walk back into the street, the folds of the cloak kept shut as I move to the entrance of the catacombs.

I open my mouth to speak to the guard, only to close it again when the door opens and Jane motions for me to follow. I follow her once again down a familiar set of hallways, only to stop at the doors of the throne room. Jane knocks and slips inside and opens the doors fully a minute later.

I take a slow breath and step in smoothly, stopping where I had done last time before bowing softly, giving a small grin to Jane before turning towards the three men on the thrones.

Sitting to the right of Aro was Marcus, slouched in the chair as he stares expressionless at me. He is a tall vampire with shoulder length brown hair, red eyes that appear to have a milky overlay, and his features look to be roughly middle aged.

To Aro's left was Caius. He was looking at me with curious eyes that have a glint that reminded me of Bellatrix. He had silky blonde hair, an extremely pale complexion, and dark red eyes. He was of an average build.

Standing behind Aro and Caius were two women, each with hair that almost matched that of their mates.

I look back at Aro and find him smiling as always. "Shall we begin?"

Pain. Agony. Burning. Hunger. Lust...all of these were tearing through my body for days, but seemed to be an eternity. Every muscle, every vein, and every part of my body felt as if Fiendfyre was coursing through them while I was being Cruicio'd repeatedly.

The venom coursing through my body and mind was attacking not only my body but my magic. In order to try and save itself, my magic started to boost my weak Occlumency shields in an attempt to protect itself, hardening them to levels unknown.

When the venom started to attack my magic and my core, it lashed out confused as to what to do. It eventually settled in on copying the effects of what it felt. My magic felt the fire burning and coursing through my body and not knowing what else to do started to copy it, fighting fire with fire. It only increased the pain of the transformation.

Fire started to arc from my body, burning it before the damage was healed by the venom. The fire would then burn me again before, yet again, being healed by the venom. It would repeat itself over and over endlessly, eventually my entire body being constantly covered in immensely hot flames.

Finally towards the end of the third day...or third year for all I knew...my magic had long since disappeared, even as the fire burning my body remained. The pain coursing through my body intensified to its worst levels yet as the venom made its way to my heart, its last stop on its journey through my body. With one last pain filled beat, my heart finally stopped and the flames surrounded me finally died down.

I open my eyes slowly, instantly being hit with the glare of the light from the window. I sat up and looked around the room, only to feel disoriented as I had to adjust to my new senses. I could see every small detail as if it were up close. Every sense I had felt a hundred times better than when I had been human.

The room I was in had dark blue walls, a metal re-enforced door, and most importantly, scorch marks everywhere. The room was covered in them and I could smell the ash and soot in the air.

I spotted a mirror, which was relatively undamaged except for around the edges. I used my hand to wipe it clean before looking into it. My once brilliant emerald green eyes were blood red and had what looked like fire dancing in them. My skin, which had always been rather pale was now even more so, except shockingly it was still bathed in flames. Quickly willing myself to turn it off, I sighed in relief when they slowing receded back into my body, miraculously leaving me undamaged.

I had been so caught up in my reflection I almost missed the opening of a door and someone speaking. "It is quite amazing…the power you carried over I mean."

I turned to see Aro speaking to me. He looked as if he had been granted his every wish he had made for the last three thousand years all at once.

"Fire is truly the only way to destroy us vampires…well the ones who are day walkers anyways. Yet you have managed to not only control fire, but be immune to it as well. I shall truly miss having you around if you decide to leave us after your fifteen years have gone. You shall have the power to kill all and truly live forever!"

I had to stop and contemplate his last comment. True immortality…it was something I had never wished for and Tom Riddle had dreamed of it, yet I was destined to roam this world until its very end. Fate really is a bitch sometimes.

"Now young Harry, I am sure you are feeling the burn in your throat as we speak, so before you feed and then get setting into our ranks, do you have any questions for me?" he asked me.

I couldn't help myself from being cheeky, plus I really did want to see her. "Can I persuade you to show me to my mate…and have food delivered? After all, I don't believe I have to watch my wayward lips any longer!"

Aro just chuckled at me before nodding his head before laughing again. "Very well. I fear these next fifteen years shall be most enjoyable!"