FULL SUMMARY: Albus, Harry, and Voldemort are really immortals who like to be amused, thus the creation of Voldemort's reign of evil and Albus, along with Harry, make it a game to collect followers to try and stop him. They don't care much for the human race, finding their emotions and reactions funny; though they never thought that after the war moving would be so dramatic. Especially when they move to Forks, Washington, where they meet non-magical vampires and muggles who can turn into wolves.

A/N: Hey all! This wouldn't get out of my head, so I decided to write! I've already got a few chapters done, so maybe if this gets a good response I'll post another chapter soon. I don't own twilight or Harry Potter.

Enjoy~

PROLOGUE

The Final Battle had finally arrived, and after much pain and loss, the wizards and witches of Britain were ready to end the war. Harry especially, was getting tired of the war…

Or rather, he was getting bored. That much had been said to one Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The two 'light' wizards had just come from a meeting with their supposed arch nemesis, Tom Riddle, A.K.A. - Voldemort. It was a mutual agreement that they all wanted to stop the war and maybe move their mischief to a different part of the world, not immediately of course, but maybe in the next hundred years or so more mayhem would be appreciated, just on a larger scale.

Trying to look grim and depressed, Harry Potter, 'The-Boy-Who-Lived', 'The Chosen One', and 'Saviour of Wizarding Britain', was anything but. He was incredibly excited to see what kind of horrors would come in the following hours, and maybe after that, they could have another meeting and see where that goes. Harry really couldn't wait to drop his constant glamours, and it was a fact that the other two couldn't either.

Harry had just watched his potions professor get killed by Voldemort's most recent pet, Nagini. He would be truly sad when she was gone, for she had to die in the whole process. Of course, he also mourned for the potions master a bit, despite his mean nature… That man had proved to be entertaining, and he was one of the best potions experts he'd ever known. Collecting the poor man's memory, he looked over at his two 'friends', who looked sad and dirty.

Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley… those two weren't meant to get involved in this whole affair, but he supposed it was a good thing. It made him seem more human to have friends to help him, but Harry couldn't say he was particularly attached to them. They were annoying, jealous, and nosy, things that Harry hated in people.

It was just when they were going to head back to Hogwarts that a voice echoed throughout the grounds. Voldemort wanted Harry to give himself up, and Harry would be lad to do just that. After he viewed the memories he got from Snape of course…

"I'll be fine guys. I want you to kill the snake, it's the last horcrux, please do it, I'll be fine!" Those two dunderheads were worried for him, he wouldn't die… they didn't know that though. After dodging several hexes and curses, they made it to Dumbledore's office and Harry looked into the pensieve, watching Severus Snape's life and coming to the thrilling realization that Dumbledore had thrown in something surprising there. He made Snape think that Harry was an accidental horcrux! How joyous!

Harry was happy to be on his way, not being able to wait for when he saw Voldemort's face when he told him. Many didn't know this, but really, Harry was Tom Riddle's son. In fact, the only ones who knew this were Harry, Albus, and Tom. It was the reason he could speak parseltongue, and the reason why he was immortal in the first place. Tom had made him immortal simply because of that. He didn't want to live without his son, and so when Harry came of age back when he still grew, he turned his only son immortal, just like him.

It was only by chance that they met up with Albus some hundred years later, and they'd all found that they loved to mess with the human mind.

They were all true immortals, not the silly things that Vampires passed off to be, as they could still be killed. No, Harry wasn't sure how his father had done it, but he'd found the secret to life, much like the old Dumbledore had. Really, they could be torn apart, be burned, starved, stabbed, anything you could think of. As long as some of their DNA survived in any kind of wreckage, then they would grow until how they looked before. Harry only had to go through it twice so far, and it was excruciatingly boring.

The thing was, they actually had to grow to become what they were before, and that was how they started this whole thing. They all did it before starting this war, Albus had been first, so he could secure a job at Hogwarts early on, then it was Tom, so he could grow up in an orphanage and then go to Hogwarts, and last but not least, Harry had to do it, so he could be taken in by the Potters and set in motion a fake prophesy. Really, it was all in good fun, except for the part where Harry had been abused, but he was used to it. He had been short and thin to begin with, and he was only glad that they were all fully grown again.

Harry was also astounded at how much planning the two older men did to make this exciting. They even kept things from Harry, like the use to all three Deathly Hallows! It really was a surprise when the resurrection stone came out of the snitch Albus had given him before the Final Battle. Harry snorted; it was supposed to be a souvenir from the Wizarding World once they left it.

They'd had the Deathly Hallows in their possession for as long as Harry could remember. They each owned one; Harry had the invisibility cloak, his father had the resurrection stone, and Albus had the elder wand.

It almost seemed as if the other two men wanted to make this enjoyable for Harry the most. The each kept a few surprises from each other, but Tom and Albus had seemed to have gotten together at some point and made plans with Harry, giving surprise after surprise, like the time he had to break into Gringotts.

After a conversation with some ghosts of the people he 'cherished', he pocketed the stone and moved towards the clearing where he could feel his father was waiting. He almost grinned when Bellatrix thought out loud that he wasn't coming.

Jumping out from behind a large tree, he threw a curse at the snake-faced Voldemort, which was promptly blocked. "Harry Potter…how pleasant for you to finally arrive."

"Voldemort." Harry tried not to smile, and somewhat succeeded, managing to twist his smile into a snarl of some sort.

"So you've come to die…" He could see his father was also fighting off a smile, and Harry let out a final, bitter laugh before he was engulfed in green light. Really, he wasn't bitter about being hit with the killing curse; it was more of being a bit bitter about their game ending. It had been one of their more fun ones, but he was kind of glad to see it end. He wanted to see if they could move far away for awhile. The North Americas to be precise. They'd been all over Europe and Asia, but they'd never crossed to pond.

Imagine his surprise when Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother, came to check if he was alive. She saw that he was, and asked if Draco was alive, which he gave a small nod to. It seemed like their little game wasn't over yet…

It was when Voldemort got the restrained Hagrid to carry him back to Hogwarts that he finally realized what they were going to do. His father wanted him to be brought back to Hogwarts so he could gloat…it was a good thing that Harry could think fast, because he quickly came up with a plan when they got there. He was definitely going to surprise everyone, even Albus, when he heard of it.

Technically, Albus was supposed to be dead, pushed off the astronomy tower by Snape, in reality though, Albus was in their hidden home not too far from London.

Harry quietly waited for Neville and everyone to stop talking before taking action. He rolled out of Hagrid's arms and shot a curse at Voldemort, who tried to block in through his surprise. Grinning, Harry pointed his wand, not minding how everyone seemed to be in a sort of trance around them, watching. This would be the final show down in the game, and Harry was going to make it as dramatic as possible.

The two immortals quickly fell into their familiar duel patterns, making Harry smile and throw a stronger than normal spell. It hit, making Voldemort fall to his knees. It was then that they had their final spells said.

Really though, Voldemort didn't have a chance. It ended quickly with Harry winning and Voldemort evaporating into the air, making it look like he died, but really, he was just going to show Albus the outcome.

There were cheers and shouts of victory and the Death Eaters tried and failed to get away. Harry was personally glad, but he also thought that it sucked that he couldn't get away from everyone till the next day.