A new moon - Harry Potter x Twilight

I’d always been close to death, but thinking I’d die this way was unimaginable—not even when he was with me… if he ever really existed. Dreaming of piercing red eyes and cold, almost icy touch had become a daily occurrence lately. Feeling like nothing I believed was real—or even existed at all—was something I lived with day by day. Self-destruction was all I had left, though I had to do it slowly.

I’m not really sure what brought me to that meadow. I think the idea of seeing him again, even just in my mind, was the only thing keeping me tethered to this world.

The red in his eyes was different this time—almost violent. I’d seen eyes like that before, but never with such intensity. They carried a mix of benevolence and perversion.

—"I swear it won’t hurt. I’ll try to make it as quick as possible, little one... Understand that if you’d run into Victoria, this would’ve been much worse. Don’t make me hurt you," he hissed through yellowish teeth that contrasted sharply with his skin. His scent wasn’t appealing like his had been—it was almost nauseating, like smelling rubbing alcohol. His hands, cold and rough, landed on my face with a delicately aggressive touch, and I simply closed my eyes, wishing for the end.

Edward… I’m sorry.

I braced myself for the instant pain and then the eternal rest. But it never came.

—"Expelliarmus!" A cracking noise, like a tree splitting, made me open my eyes despite the fear. I thought Laurent was speaking in another language, but in front of him stood a boy my age, panting, holding a wand pointed at my would-be executioner.

Laurent, slumped beside the tree, recovered in less than a second—so fast my eyes could barely track him—and grabbed the boy’s face in his hands, inspecting him.

—“And who are you?” he sniffed and hissed.

—“Harry Potter. And you need to leave that girl alone.”

—“And who sent you to this tiny little town in the middle of nowhere, to meddle between me and my dinner? Besides, dear Bella and I are old friends... we’ve got unfinished business, Harry Potter.”

—“Dumbledore sent me... surely that name rings a bell or—”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence.

In a flash so quick I barely saw it, Laurent lunged at him. The impact was brutal: Harry was thrown backwards, his body slamming into the damp ground of the meadow with a heavy thud.

—“Dumbledore? And what am I supposed to do with that? Tremble?” Laurent spat, approaching with elegant strides. Harry was now his new prey. My feet wouldn’t move. I stood frozen, nearly like a statue. I could only focus on my breathing and the scene unfolding before my eyes.

Harry twisted on the ground, reaching out for his wand, but Laurent stepped on it before he could grab it.

—“Accio wand,” he whispered.

The wand vibrated beneath Laurent’s foot and, like lightning, shot back into Harry’s hand, who was already on his feet again.

—“Stupefy!” he shouted.

The red beam hit Laurent square in the chest, throwing him several metres back. A tree shook violently with the impact, and birds scattered with a deafening burst of sound.

—“Run!” Harry yelled at me without even looking, already preparing another spell.

Laurent rose again, his face twisted with rage. He wasn’t playing anymore. His smile was gone, and the red in his eyes had turned nearly burgundy, as dark as his soul. He raised his hands in front of Harry once more—

—“Incendio!”

A burst of flame shot from the wand, igniting Laurent’s face for a moment. The scream he let out wasn’t human. He staggered back, tearing through branches, trunks, and earth.

Harry rose to his feet, swaying, and shouted:

—“Lumos Solem!”

A blinding white light exploded from the tip of his wand, like a miniature sun had been born in the woods. Laurent shrieked, shielding his face, stumbling into the nearest shadow.

The forest fell silent. Laurent was nowhere in sight. I quickly assumed he’d taken off like the coward he turned out to be. I could hear my own ragged breathing and the clicking of my teeth. I hadn’t even noticed until then.

Harry was panting, his arm still raised, the light from his wand illuminating his cut, pale face, covered in dirt and dried blood.

—“Are you alright?” he asked, slowly lowering the wand.

It took me a few seconds to speak. The adrenaline was still roaring in my ears.

—“What… what are you?”

He looked at me, and for a second, I thought I saw a familiar sadness in his eyes—just like his.

—“A wizard. And we need you… Bella?”

—“Me?”

—“You’re not surprised I just told you I’m a wizard?”

—“I was just attacked by a vampire who clearly knew me… nothing surprises me anymore.”

—“We need you at Hogwarts. That’s where I study.”

I stared at him. His breathing was still shaky, and a cut above his brow was bleeding slightly, but he didn’t seem to notice.

—“Is this a joke?” I asked, more out of reflex than conviction.

—“No. Trust me, I wish it were.”

Harry stepped a little closer.

—“There’s something about you, Bella. Something that… reacts to magic. That’s not supposed to happen with ordinary humans. Especially not with a Muggle. They sent me to find you—specifically you.”

—“Muggle?”

—“Non-magical person.”

He said it like it meant something. Like my very existence broke some unspoken magical rule. I looked into his eyes again, and something in his expression made me fall silent. He was young, but not ordinary. He had the eyes of someone who had seen too much. Just like him.

—“If I go with you… do I have to come back to Forks?” I finally asked.

Harry slowly shook his head. He reached out his hand. I hesitated for a moment, then took it.

—“It’ll be like you never existed. A new beginning,” he said.

His touch was warm, real—like it anchored me for the first time in weeks. The fog around me seemed to lift. For the first time since Edward had left, I felt like I could breathe.

—“So… where are we going?” I asked.