LOVE & HONOR

Disclaimer: Thank you Ms. Rowling and Ms. Meyers for the lovely universe of our dreams.

PROLOGUE:

"Harry DUCK!" Hermione shouted as the trio ran through the forest to get away from the snatchers.

In a spilt second's decision, Hermione made a small incision on her wrist and waved her wand around whispering an almost-forgotten ancient runic spell and suddenly the three youngsters vanished into thin air.

"Find them!" ordered Scabior.

"When this is done, I'm gonna have that bitch in my pack!" roared Fenrir.

The other three snatchers looked high and low but found no trace of the trio in the Forest of Dean. Even Fenrir, with his lupine nose, could not trace their scent.

"Where are they?" Scabior hit a tree trunk in his frustration. For the first time in so many months, he had thought that they had finally come upon something that would be his meal ticket for life only to have it snatched away so quickly. He had a sinking sensation at the pit of his stomach that lurched at the thought of the Dark Lord finding out about this particular incident, he would kill them and that was the best case scenario. He shuddered to think how creative the Dark Lord could get if it really was Harry Potter that they let escape. He turned around and looked at the four snatchers scathingly. Pointing his wand at the junior three, he made short work of obliviating the memory of the past hour and then turned to look at Fenrir.

"The Dark Lord can't know about this," Scabior said with ice in his voice.

Fenrir who had a healthy dose of self-preservation in him did not object one bit. "Agreed," he grunted and they both clasped their arms and took a blood oath to hold their tongues.

"We find them and only then leave this forest. Turn every rock and look under every tree if you have to," Scabior instructed and Fenrir repeated the order to the confused snatchers.

The five fanned out and gave chase across the forest again.

…

Meanwhile, on the other side of the pond, a particular copper-haired, amber-eyed vampire was having the best time of his vampiric life. He had the girl of his dreams in his arms and he could resist the call of her singing blood.

The girl, on the other hand, was snuggled close to the cold vampire, dreaming with open eyes about staying with him forever. While she had never been afraid of death, she had found a way to become immortal. Ironic huh? And she got to do that in the arms of the gorgeous vampire that had her cradled by his side as if she was a porcelain doll. Life for Isabella Swam could not get better. Well, until I change, that is.

Edward propped his head on his hand and looked down at Bella, but before he could ask her about her giggles, a noise loud enough to startle her broke in the forest and Edward immediately got to his feet when he smelled a foreign scent. Scents, he corrected himself. Three distinct scents. Then he heard the running steps and with dismay noted that they were directed their way. While his first thought was about Victoria's death threat against his to-be mate, the loud thudding of three hearts was enough to let him know that they were mere mortals and nothing that he couldn't handle.

How wrong had he been!

His world practically tipped and then rolled over when the three mortals reached the clearing he had occupied with Bella. Edward took a defensive stance, baring his teeth and letting out feral snarls as the three teenagers finally broke through the trees and came face-to-face with him.

"Blimey!" the red-headed boy swore.

"Harry stop!" the bushy-haired girl squeaked and before the boy she called Harry could get a word in edgewise, she pushed him from the front of her onto the forest floor and stared Edward right in his eyes. "To get to Harry, you will have to go through me first."

Before Edward could charge, or even process her words, a whirlwind of white flew through the trees, cuffed his neck and had him pinned to a tree a little ways away from the scene.

"Careful there, little brother. Hurt you, did I?" Emmett laughed.

"Get off me, you moron." Edward scowled at his adopted brother and turned to see if Bella was alright. She looked a little paler than normal but fine, all things considered. He then turned his attention to the spitfire that had landed him in this position only to see Alice crouched low beside the girl, while Jasper and Rosalie were mimicking her stand beside the two boys.

"Let's get them home. I'll call Carlisle and we can get him to have a look at them," Alice's musical voice cut through the still air.

"You must be joking," Rosalie glared at Alice who only shook her head and shrugged. Jasper immediately picked up the messy-haired, bespectacled boy... Harry the girl had called him? and followed Alice who had done the same to the girl. Emmett moved towards Rosalie and before she could lift the red-headed boy, he lifted him up and left behind Alice.

"Go drop your singer home and be back soon," Rosalie spoke in clipped tones and left without a glance at either of the two remaining occupants at the beautiful clearing in the woods.