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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
10
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22,459
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36
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6
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Chapter One
Frozen
Summary: Harry Potter did his duty, he killed the Dark Lord. When he was nineteen he found a lover in Carlisle Cullen, when he was twenty his duty tore them apart, at twenty-seven he was turned. Now, more than a hundred years later, he’s found him again. CCHP. HP/Twilight Crossover!
Pairings: Carlisle/Harry, Edward/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Jasper/Alice.
Warnings: Slash, swearing, violence, vampires biting during sex (very mild blood play, nothing graphic)
Chapter one:
It took Harry almost another year to track down Carlisle, where he found him living in Washington State, in a place named Forks. He had exchanged the majority of his family money to American currency before he left, and had his estate turned over to a muggle bank that operated from Seattle. He had his car, an Aston Martin DB9, brought from England to him, so he had everything he needed with him in America.
Harry spent nearly a month in a hotel looking for somewhere suitable to live. He knew from the beginning that he wouldn’t move to the actual town that Carlisle was in, for a few different reasons: He hadn’t seen the other man in over a hundred years, he wasn’t sure how much had changed in that time, and he wasn’t sure if he would be welcomed. Had Carlisle found someone else? Did he hate him for leaving without a word? Did he even remember him? All of those question, and a hundred more, had been swirling in Harry’s mind since he’d left France so long ago.
Harry decided to take things extremely slowly. He wouldn’t try to force himself on his past lover—which meant living far enough away that he wasn’t bothering the man. He found a good size flat on the beach of Port Angel that he liked well enough. The carpet was a neutral green and yellow—that vaguely resembled butterflies. The main room had a large peach colored couch in the middle, with two red leather chairs on either side of it and a small table between the three. There was a nice stone fireplace built into the wall that divided his bedroom and bathroom from the sitting room, with two comfortable chairs flanking it. Thick red and black curtains cover the windows, and a good sized television hung on the wall across from the couch.
His bedroom was his favorite. He had a large hardwood four-poster bed, somewhat like the kind he had at Hogwarts. The comforter on the bed was a deep red with golden inlays, and had curtains that could be drawn at will. There was a nice red and purple rug to bring the red scheme and the dark purple carpet together, along with a red and white divan against the window. An arm chair sat kitty-corner from the divan and there a small table between the two. There was a desk beside the bed that held a reading lamp and a large corner closet on the far wall.
XXXXX One month later XXXXX
Even though Harry no longer had to sleep, he still loved to lie in bed and relax, especially since he could look out the window and watch the sky poor rain down upon the earth. He could curl up for hours with a good book, easily tuning out the rest of the world. Though the apartment was well decorated, it still didn’t have a really lived in feel. The only areas that looked even remotely used were the bedroom and the bathroom. There were various items of clothing showing around the room, and a small stack of books on the desk beside his bed. Harry had brought in a phone, which on the desk next to the books.
His bathroom, which connected off his bedroom and to the hallway that led to the living room, got plenty of use its self—odd considering vampires don’t actually need to expel waste. Harry had an array of soaps sitting along the large bathtub/shower combination that took up the majority of the room. There were a few towels stacked on a rack above the unused toilet, and some various products (such as hair jell and toothpaste) along the sink.
Harry himself was looking through is closet in search of something appropriate to wear. He had, after a long debate with himself, decided to stop delaying the inevitable and go talk to Carlisle face to face. He knew he couldn’t continue to put it off or he would lose his chance, but he was honestly scared. He had put everything he had left of himself into finding this one man. If Carlisle turned him down, or didn’t remember him, or anything! Harry didn’t know what he would do with himself. He couldn’t go back to England—not when everyone he knew was gone. He didn’t know anyone anywhere else, at least not well enough to live around them. He had always wanted to see the world, but it felt wrong doing it alone after he and Carlisle had spent so much time talking about going together. He couldn’t even die properly! Even though all of these thoughts were circling around his head, Harry knew that he needed to try. He was tired of being alone.
XXXXXXXXXXX
Harry drove slowly out to Forks. He had waited until after six o’clock, knowing that Carlisle would have some kind of job somewhere. He was actually pretty proud of himself for not prying into the man’s life like he could have. Harry had only dug around far enough to find out that, yes—he was still around, and where he was living. He didn’t know if the older vampire had found another lover, or whether he had any other vampires living with him. He didn’t know where he worked, or even what kind of work he was doing. He still respected Carlisle enough to let him keep his business to himself.
He turned off the freeway and followed the signs that pointed the right direction. Harry didn’t know an exact address, but he knew he would be able to find it himself. Forks ended up being quite a ways off the main road, and Harry used the time to try and think of what he would say when he found Carlisle.
The road ended up taking Harry straight through the main part of town and he could see the stares that followed his car as he went. The road wound around through the trees and Harry continued until he reached the smaller off shoots from the main highway. He chose the least welcoming, which happened to be the furthest to the right, to try first. The road he chose ended up being surprisingly well maintained and his car drove easily along it. He continued at the speed limit for almost ten minutes before he saw a driveway that looked promising. The path looked overgrown and abandoned at eye level, but was actually well worn if you looked down.
Harry pulled off to the side and stepped out of the car, deciding to walk up the path than to drive. He was glad of his chosen attire as he began walking. He had picked clean dark jeans that hugged his hips and thighs but fell slightly baggy around the rest of his legs. Harry had calf- high dragon hide boots encased he feet, and an emerald green button up shirt worn half-way open over a fitted black tank.
He could already smell the other vampires, so he knew it was the right home, but vampires… more than one. Five or six, if Harry were to guess. With nerves growing every second, Harry finally made it far enough to see the beautiful home. It was the large windows that really drew his attention, causing Harry to smile sadly in remembrance. He took a deep, unnecessary breath and trudged forward.
XXXXXXXXXXX
The Cullen’s were all sitting around the living room that night. Emmett and Jasper were playing some kind of snowboarding game on the playstation, with Alice watching intently over her husbands’ shoulder; Edward was playing the piano on the other side of the room, Rosalie was cleaning under her nails in boredom, and Carlisle was quietly reading a book on the couch.
Alice froze, looking blankly at the wall and drawing everyone’s attention when he let out a gasp and turned to Carlisle in shock. Edward followed her shock shortly after and he too turned to look at his sire. Carlisle looked at the two, his eyebrow raised questioningly.
Alice and Edward looked at each other uncertainly before Alice smiled brightly and danced over to the door. She stood their silently for about five seconds before she pulled the door open enthuastically. Standing on the other side, Harry hand raised his hand to knock on the door.
XXXXXXXXXXX
Harry had finally made it to the door of the house. He gave himself a few seconds to compose himself before he raised his hand to knock. Before his hand touched wood, the door was pulled open to show a small, pixy like girl standing on the other side. She was dressed well, which didn’t really surprise Harry at all, knowing that Carlisle had always dressed nice—even when they had only meet in the woods, or relaxed at him.
The small girl smiled brightly at him. “Hi! I’m Alice.” She said in a bell-like voice. Harry couldn’t help but smile back, despite his nerves. “Hello. I'm Harry Potter, uhm… I’m look for Carlisle?”
Inside the living room, where the rest of the vampires waited, Carlisle was frozen— shock, hope, confusion, love, and a thousand different emotions filling him. Across the room Jasper’s face contorted as he was hit will the overwhelming emotions that radiated from his foster father.
Carlisle continued to sit, not moving, until he heard Alice call for him—snapping him out of his daze. He stood, moving slowly. He closed his book and let it fall softly to where he had been sitting. He walked across the room and, with hesitation, around the small diving wall to the door.
XXXXXXXXXXX
Harry had heard the soft footsteps coming ever so slowly over to him. He stood, watching the point that he knew Carlisle could enter his vision at. When the man did come into view Harry took half a step forward before he stopped himself. Carlisle froze, staring in hopeful disbelief at the picture Harry made.
The man simply couldn’t process what was happening. .. the last time he had seen Harry had been over a hundred years ago and human. He still didn’t know what had made the young man leave so suddenly, but he remembered the raw pain he had felt when he had gotten home that day.
XXX Flashback XXX
Carlisle entered his home, joy filling him when he smelled his mate’s recent scent. He walked up the stair case to his bedroom to change cloths before he left to meet Harry at their spot. It had become routine over the months they were together. Harry was always busy during the day, but could usually leave with him at about seven o’clock. Carlisle would always be waiting in their clearing when Harry got there, and they would walk back to Carlisle’s villa together. He could almost always stay the night, as long as he left early enough to be back to his training before it started at seven am.
The vampire smelled his little mates scent strongly from the bed and he half expected him to be laying there when he walked through the door. He frowned a little in confusion when he realized that, though Harry had been there during the day, he wasn’t there now. Carlisle shook off the feeling and quickly changed into fresh cloths before he made his way back out of the house and ran to their clearing.
He waited for hours for the human to show up, but he never did. At dawn Carlisle made his way home slowly, worried about his mate but knowing he wouldn’t come to the clearing during the day.
When he got home he decided to pass the time by reading, so he made his way to his study. He selected a book off the shelf as he moved past and sat down in the comfortable chair behind his desk.
It was then that he noticed the folded piece of parchment lying in the middle of the desk. Relief filled him when he realized it had been written by his mate, but the feeling quickly disappeared when he actual read what was there. In his mates delicate and slightly messy writing, was “I’m sorry. I love you. Forever.”
He got up, searching the rest of the house for any clue, but could find nothing. Days went by, and nights of Carlisle waiting in their clearing, hoping desperately for his little mate to come back to him—but he never did.
The years passed slowly. Carlisle had turned Edward, desperate for the feeling of companionship he’d had with Harry. It worked—to some extent, but it wasn’t the same… never the same.
As time passed his family grew: Rosalie, then Emmett, and finally Alice and Jasper. He was content, never really as happy as he had been with his mate, but content all the same. Almost fifty years after his mate disappeared Carlisle finally gave in a mourned for the death of his human love. After all, there wasn’t any way a human could live that long.
Carlisle had despaired greatly when he finally came to terms with it. He drew from his family and his job… almost losing them both. He finally came out of it a couple years later, determined to be as close to his immortal family as he could, so that he’d never have to face losing them too.
XXX Present XXX
“Hi…” Harry whispered to the older man. Carlisle floated closer to him, a shaky hand reaching up to touch his cold cheek softly. Harry’s eyes closed at the missed feeling, and he leaned his head into Carlisle’s hand.
Suddenly Carlisle moved his hand from Harry’s face to engulf the small vampire completely in his arms, holding him tightly and desperately. Harry clung back just as tight, reveling in the feeling of being held by his lover again.
XXXXXXXXXXX
Next chapter: The explanations. I’m glad so many of you like this story!
Summary: Harry Potter did his duty, he killed the Dark Lord. When he was nineteen he found a lover in Carlisle Cullen, when he was twenty his duty tore them apart, at twenty-seven he was turned. Now, more than a hundred years later, he’s found him again. CCHP. HP/Twilight Crossover!
Pairings: Carlisle/Harry, Edward/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Jasper/Alice.
Warnings: Slash, swearing, violence, vampires biting during sex (very mild blood play, nothing graphic)
Chapter one:
It took Harry almost another year to track down Carlisle, where he found him living in Washington State, in a place named Forks. He had exchanged the majority of his family money to American currency before he left, and had his estate turned over to a muggle bank that operated from Seattle. He had his car, an Aston Martin DB9, brought from England to him, so he had everything he needed with him in America.
Harry spent nearly a month in a hotel looking for somewhere suitable to live. He knew from the beginning that he wouldn’t move to the actual town that Carlisle was in, for a few different reasons: He hadn’t seen the other man in over a hundred years, he wasn’t sure how much had changed in that time, and he wasn’t sure if he would be welcomed. Had Carlisle found someone else? Did he hate him for leaving without a word? Did he even remember him? All of those question, and a hundred more, had been swirling in Harry’s mind since he’d left France so long ago.
Harry decided to take things extremely slowly. He wouldn’t try to force himself on his past lover—which meant living far enough away that he wasn’t bothering the man. He found a good size flat on the beach of Port Angel that he liked well enough. The carpet was a neutral green and yellow—that vaguely resembled butterflies. The main room had a large peach colored couch in the middle, with two red leather chairs on either side of it and a small table between the three. There was a nice stone fireplace built into the wall that divided his bedroom and bathroom from the sitting room, with two comfortable chairs flanking it. Thick red and black curtains cover the windows, and a good sized television hung on the wall across from the couch.
His bedroom was his favorite. He had a large hardwood four-poster bed, somewhat like the kind he had at Hogwarts. The comforter on the bed was a deep red with golden inlays, and had curtains that could be drawn at will. There was a nice red and purple rug to bring the red scheme and the dark purple carpet together, along with a red and white divan against the window. An arm chair sat kitty-corner from the divan and there a small table between the two. There was a desk beside the bed that held a reading lamp and a large corner closet on the far wall.
XXXXX One month later XXXXX
Even though Harry no longer had to sleep, he still loved to lie in bed and relax, especially since he could look out the window and watch the sky poor rain down upon the earth. He could curl up for hours with a good book, easily tuning out the rest of the world. Though the apartment was well decorated, it still didn’t have a really lived in feel. The only areas that looked even remotely used were the bedroom and the bathroom. There were various items of clothing showing around the room, and a small stack of books on the desk beside his bed. Harry had brought in a phone, which on the desk next to the books.
His bathroom, which connected off his bedroom and to the hallway that led to the living room, got plenty of use its self—odd considering vampires don’t actually need to expel waste. Harry had an array of soaps sitting along the large bathtub/shower combination that took up the majority of the room. There were a few towels stacked on a rack above the unused toilet, and some various products (such as hair jell and toothpaste) along the sink.
Harry himself was looking through is closet in search of something appropriate to wear. He had, after a long debate with himself, decided to stop delaying the inevitable and go talk to Carlisle face to face. He knew he couldn’t continue to put it off or he would lose his chance, but he was honestly scared. He had put everything he had left of himself into finding this one man. If Carlisle turned him down, or didn’t remember him, or anything! Harry didn’t know what he would do with himself. He couldn’t go back to England—not when everyone he knew was gone. He didn’t know anyone anywhere else, at least not well enough to live around them. He had always wanted to see the world, but it felt wrong doing it alone after he and Carlisle had spent so much time talking about going together. He couldn’t even die properly! Even though all of these thoughts were circling around his head, Harry knew that he needed to try. He was tired of being alone.
XXXXXXXXXXX
Harry drove slowly out to Forks. He had waited until after six o’clock, knowing that Carlisle would have some kind of job somewhere. He was actually pretty proud of himself for not prying into the man’s life like he could have. Harry had only dug around far enough to find out that, yes—he was still around, and where he was living. He didn’t know if the older vampire had found another lover, or whether he had any other vampires living with him. He didn’t know where he worked, or even what kind of work he was doing. He still respected Carlisle enough to let him keep his business to himself.
He turned off the freeway and followed the signs that pointed the right direction. Harry didn’t know an exact address, but he knew he would be able to find it himself. Forks ended up being quite a ways off the main road, and Harry used the time to try and think of what he would say when he found Carlisle.
The road ended up taking Harry straight through the main part of town and he could see the stares that followed his car as he went. The road wound around through the trees and Harry continued until he reached the smaller off shoots from the main highway. He chose the least welcoming, which happened to be the furthest to the right, to try first. The road he chose ended up being surprisingly well maintained and his car drove easily along it. He continued at the speed limit for almost ten minutes before he saw a driveway that looked promising. The path looked overgrown and abandoned at eye level, but was actually well worn if you looked down.
Harry pulled off to the side and stepped out of the car, deciding to walk up the path than to drive. He was glad of his chosen attire as he began walking. He had picked clean dark jeans that hugged his hips and thighs but fell slightly baggy around the rest of his legs. Harry had calf- high dragon hide boots encased he feet, and an emerald green button up shirt worn half-way open over a fitted black tank.
He could already smell the other vampires, so he knew it was the right home, but vampires… more than one. Five or six, if Harry were to guess. With nerves growing every second, Harry finally made it far enough to see the beautiful home. It was the large windows that really drew his attention, causing Harry to smile sadly in remembrance. He took a deep, unnecessary breath and trudged forward.
XXXXXXXXXXX
The Cullen’s were all sitting around the living room that night. Emmett and Jasper were playing some kind of snowboarding game on the playstation, with Alice watching intently over her husbands’ shoulder; Edward was playing the piano on the other side of the room, Rosalie was cleaning under her nails in boredom, and Carlisle was quietly reading a book on the couch.
Alice froze, looking blankly at the wall and drawing everyone’s attention when he let out a gasp and turned to Carlisle in shock. Edward followed her shock shortly after and he too turned to look at his sire. Carlisle looked at the two, his eyebrow raised questioningly.
Alice and Edward looked at each other uncertainly before Alice smiled brightly and danced over to the door. She stood their silently for about five seconds before she pulled the door open enthuastically. Standing on the other side, Harry hand raised his hand to knock on the door.
XXXXXXXXXXX
Harry had finally made it to the door of the house. He gave himself a few seconds to compose himself before he raised his hand to knock. Before his hand touched wood, the door was pulled open to show a small, pixy like girl standing on the other side. She was dressed well, which didn’t really surprise Harry at all, knowing that Carlisle had always dressed nice—even when they had only meet in the woods, or relaxed at him.
The small girl smiled brightly at him. “Hi! I’m Alice.” She said in a bell-like voice. Harry couldn’t help but smile back, despite his nerves. “Hello. I'm Harry Potter, uhm… I’m look for Carlisle?”
Inside the living room, where the rest of the vampires waited, Carlisle was frozen— shock, hope, confusion, love, and a thousand different emotions filling him. Across the room Jasper’s face contorted as he was hit will the overwhelming emotions that radiated from his foster father.
Carlisle continued to sit, not moving, until he heard Alice call for him—snapping him out of his daze. He stood, moving slowly. He closed his book and let it fall softly to where he had been sitting. He walked across the room and, with hesitation, around the small diving wall to the door.
XXXXXXXXXXX
Harry had heard the soft footsteps coming ever so slowly over to him. He stood, watching the point that he knew Carlisle could enter his vision at. When the man did come into view Harry took half a step forward before he stopped himself. Carlisle froze, staring in hopeful disbelief at the picture Harry made.
The man simply couldn’t process what was happening. .. the last time he had seen Harry had been over a hundred years ago and human. He still didn’t know what had made the young man leave so suddenly, but he remembered the raw pain he had felt when he had gotten home that day.
XXX Flashback XXX
Carlisle entered his home, joy filling him when he smelled his mate’s recent scent. He walked up the stair case to his bedroom to change cloths before he left to meet Harry at their spot. It had become routine over the months they were together. Harry was always busy during the day, but could usually leave with him at about seven o’clock. Carlisle would always be waiting in their clearing when Harry got there, and they would walk back to Carlisle’s villa together. He could almost always stay the night, as long as he left early enough to be back to his training before it started at seven am.
The vampire smelled his little mates scent strongly from the bed and he half expected him to be laying there when he walked through the door. He frowned a little in confusion when he realized that, though Harry had been there during the day, he wasn’t there now. Carlisle shook off the feeling and quickly changed into fresh cloths before he made his way back out of the house and ran to their clearing.
He waited for hours for the human to show up, but he never did. At dawn Carlisle made his way home slowly, worried about his mate but knowing he wouldn’t come to the clearing during the day.
When he got home he decided to pass the time by reading, so he made his way to his study. He selected a book off the shelf as he moved past and sat down in the comfortable chair behind his desk.
It was then that he noticed the folded piece of parchment lying in the middle of the desk. Relief filled him when he realized it had been written by his mate, but the feeling quickly disappeared when he actual read what was there. In his mates delicate and slightly messy writing, was “I’m sorry. I love you. Forever.”
He got up, searching the rest of the house for any clue, but could find nothing. Days went by, and nights of Carlisle waiting in their clearing, hoping desperately for his little mate to come back to him—but he never did.
The years passed slowly. Carlisle had turned Edward, desperate for the feeling of companionship he’d had with Harry. It worked—to some extent, but it wasn’t the same… never the same.
As time passed his family grew: Rosalie, then Emmett, and finally Alice and Jasper. He was content, never really as happy as he had been with his mate, but content all the same. Almost fifty years after his mate disappeared Carlisle finally gave in a mourned for the death of his human love. After all, there wasn’t any way a human could live that long.
Carlisle had despaired greatly when he finally came to terms with it. He drew from his family and his job… almost losing them both. He finally came out of it a couple years later, determined to be as close to his immortal family as he could, so that he’d never have to face losing them too.
XXX Present XXX
“Hi…” Harry whispered to the older man. Carlisle floated closer to him, a shaky hand reaching up to touch his cold cheek softly. Harry’s eyes closed at the missed feeling, and he leaned his head into Carlisle’s hand.
Suddenly Carlisle moved his hand from Harry’s face to engulf the small vampire completely in his arms, holding him tightly and desperately. Harry clung back just as tight, reveling in the feeling of being held by his lover again.
XXXXXXXXXXX
Next chapter: The explanations. I’m glad so many of you like this story!