The Potter Twins
Okay, who doesn't love Harry Potter/ Twilight crossover? Apparently not many of you, considering there are not very many Harry Potter/ Twilight stories. So, I decided to post a bizzarro dream I had. Most of my stories come from dreams, but this will blow your mind. My mom worries about me, and I'm sure you'll worry too after this. Read the title again, I'm sure you'll get what this is mainly about. The only relationship with Twilight this has is the Cullens, and the Votluri. (I was sobbing last night- Volturri isn't a real place!) The rest is a very twisted version of Harry Potter. Ignore ALL the other stories. Take the books for reference on who Harry is. This is Harry's first year at Hogwarts. Just you wait- this is gonna be good! Has a few new characters.
The Preface and story are told from different points of view. Not telling whose, but they are different people. Trust me, I think I'd know. The Cullens come in here, in the first chapter. You'll get it, but our main character doesn't! (Not yet, anyways) This takes place a few years after Breaking Dawn, but Bella does not live through Twilight. According to my story..wait! Why would I tell you here? Gosh, I'm not an idiot. Your gonna have to read and find out like everyone else, Sophie.
1. Robyn Jaylyn Skylar
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I slumped against the wall. This is it, I thought, we are going to die. I fumbled for my wand, hardly noticing the distant shout piercing my eardrums. She jumped in front of me, blocking the spell with one of her own. She was blown back- but another spell hit the attacker in the chest, knocking him down on the ground infuriating him more.
I awoke, my head clear and ready for another grueling day of magic training. I slipped out of bed and got dressed. Light was just filtering in through the window. My cloak was a pitch black with cresent moons and stars implied with silver metallic fibers. My auburn hair flowed just to my shoulderblades, and rippled when I pulled it out from under my cloak.
"Good morning, Miss Skylar. Are you prepared for you daily training?" Master had slipped stealthily into my room. I slipped my metal wand throught the chord tied to her belt. My brown boots were caked in mud, but my white shirt and tan pants were perfectly spotless.
"Yes, I am," I sighed grudgingly. Master was my least favorite person.
"You'll be meeting the Heads of Minions, this morning. They are here to talk over breakfast,"
I paused, thinking the sentence over struggling to find the meaning. She hated it when Master used Old English. Growing up in a shabby orphanage in the South Western United States didn't help myunderstanding of Old English. Master held the door open and followed me down the marble hallway. They were in the Master Manor, situated in Forks, Washington deep, deep in the forest. It wasn't huge, but it was grand. Black marble, two stories, all the rooms were dark but well lit. It drove me bonkers.
"Why can't I have a lighter colored room?" I asked. Master was in a fairly good mood, why not push the luck?
"You will be leaving, then the next witch or wizard will come through and be trained. We must keep it generic."
"Fine," I grumbled. I usually got this answer, I really knew it was coming. I just hoped he would say, instead, 'you're leaving today. Good bye,'. Sadly, the universe just doesn't work that way. And it sucked. Master opened the door to the dining room. Mahogany ruled this room, the dining table and chairs were a rich mahogany that matched perfectly. Black torches lit the room, and the marble walls shone. There was no window. I absolutely hated, no loathed, this room.
"Good morning, Miss Skylar. We have been waiting. Thank you, Sir Master, for escorting her here. I assure you we are all under perfect control and she will be very much unvulerable with us," a fair haired minion spoke from one head of the table. He was inhumanly beautiful, as all minions were, for they weren't humans. Common magic-folk called them vampires. Vaguely, I could remember that vampire was the correct term for both Muggles and commom magic folk.
"Very well," Master grinned. I knew that Master wouldn't grieve for anything but the loss of probably the strongest magic person to come along in centuries. Even his mentor, Voldemort. "Robyn, play nice."
He slammed the mahogany door. I sat at the other head of the table, facing the fair haired one who had spoken to us. "So..." I gazed around, not really interested in my surroundings. His golden butterscotch gaze unnerved me. It was unnatural, even for a vampire.
"I am Carlisle Cullen, I formed the revolt against the Volturi." Carlisle, the fair haired one, addressed me. As an equal. I really liked this guy, er, vampire.
"Oh, um, okay. I just finished studying that," I nodded. I had seven 'classes' a day. Each taught by Master. Transfiguaration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Charms, Dueling, Stamina. Stamina really, really, really sucked. I just cast one impossibly difficult spell after another, excersising my power. Master was a powerhouse, and powerhungry. All he wanted was me stronger, smarter and more powerful. He escpecially needed me to avenge the death of his mentor, Lord Voldemort. Meaning, kill Harry Potter under any circumstances. Personally, I say let the kid live. He defeated the most powerful wizard, like, ever before he could even speak. But, no. I've got to train and kill him. Yeah, right. I have a conscience. Anyways, I couldn't help but feel connected to him, like a sister. It didn't help that we had the exact same brithday. Killing a kid on their eleventh birthday isn't a very nice present.
"Who's all this? Your coven?" I asked, glancing around at the unfamiliar faces.
"Your new best friends. You're leaving the Manor today, and coming with us." Carlisle stated simply. His face was so calm, and he looked so young, except his eyes. They were old, wise and weary.
"Oh, well, I'm Robyn Jaylyn Skylar. I named myself."
Carlisle nodded. The pixie-like vampire sitting to my right beamed. "Marie Alice Brandon, Alice Cullen, really. Marie was just my name when I was human. But it doesn't fit anymore, so now it's Alice." I smiled a small sort of smile, recognizing name-changing because of it being tiresome, or just not fitting. Really, Baxter's a great name. Just not for me.
"Major Jasper Whitlock Hale-Cullen. Jasper Cullen or Jasper Hale." He looked like a muggle-brooding celebrity. Blonde hair, perfect face like all the others. Deep bruise like shadows under his eyes, and the unique ocher eyes.
"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen." Copper tousled hair, monotone velvet voice, matching to the others but unique. Jasper's voice was lower, Carlisle's more measured and Edward's was very sullen. A sullen Cullen. How drab. He looked up at me, his eyes a butterscotch fire. It was like he could read minds..."I can read minds, so if you could be kind enough,"
"Sorry, that's something worth warning me for." Dang, he knew how much I despised the fact I was to be a murderer.
"You don't have to be a murderer. You'll meet that Potter kid, one day, but you won't kill him," Edward's voice was barely a whisper and was hard to catch.
"I tell the future," Alice piped in. Which is completely normal in the wizarding world.
"Esme Cullen," light brown hair, almost like my auburn. A very mothering look about her. If I had a mom, I would appreciate her. Crap, now Edward knew that, too.
"Emmett Cullen," very muscular and short haired. Booming voice, ouch, headache.
"Rosalie Hale/Cullen" her expression was screaming 'I HATE you,' and I was wondering what I had done to earn her prejudices.
"Empathic," Jasper mumbled. I looked at him with surprise, "I'm an empath. I can read and change emotions." This was rare, but still scarcely normal.
Edward snorted. Jasper looked at him sadly. "She is a lot like Bella, I know." Alice murmured.
Carlisle looked at me critically. "Do you have any belongings?"
"Just my wand,"
"Then come with us, quickly and silently. Come on, hurry up. We'll tell you where were going when we get there, if you haven't realized yet."
They led the way into the hall and to the window at the end. Below stairs, I heard Master screaming at the maid. The poor witch, if only she had heeded my warning.