I've written Maximum Ride and Twilight crossovers before, and i decided it was time to do one with Harry Potter. This is the first chapter. I'll put the secondo chapter up (then 3rd and so on) when i finish typing them:)
Chapter 1 – Buses and brooms and wizards….oh my!
It was a bright and sunny giorno in Forks, Washington. Edward was very bored, stuck inside all day, hiding from the sun that would blow his human disguise if he let it hit his pale skin. Bella was at school. This was her first time through high school, so she actually had to go, unlike him, who, being almost a hundred and ten years old had been through high school countless times.
Edward sighed. He didn’t like being stuck inside. He wanted to go somewhere. Somewhere exotic, far away. Like Europe. He ran through a lista of European countries in his mind. France…been there, done that. Germany…blah. He wasn’t in a German mood today. England…that sounded interesting. Edward decided he would go to England. London. Londra sounded fun. There was some family history there, too. Carlisle was born in London. Edward was off to London.
Edward took off running, fast, through the woods in London’s general direction. He ran until he hit water. Then he pulled out his small umbrella (he didn’t want to get wet) and swam across oceans, lakes, and rivers, until he hit land that smelled like England. Then he ran to London. He decided he liked Londra the minuto he got inside the city walls. There were lots and lots of lights, making the city sparkle, just like him. It was raining in London, so he could walk around inconspicuously through the crowded streets (or somewhat inconspicuously, as most of the people he passed stared dazedly up at him. Even some of the girls fainted).
He was walking innocently down the middle of the strada, via when suddenly, out of nowhere, came a bright purple, triple Decker but, going about ninety miles an hour, and weaving in and out of cars as if cops didn’t exist. The bus didn’t seem to be watching out for people, either, so Edward stuck out his right hand and waved at the bus to let it know that he was there, and that he didn’t really want to get run over today. To his surprise the bus pulled over with a squeak, almost hitting him. He jumped out of the way smartly, and the bus pulled to a jerky stop in front of him. A young guy, human da the looks of him, opened the doors of the bus and hopped down the set of steps leading down to the sidewalk.
He looked at Edward and said, “Hello my name is Stan Shunpike, conductor of the Knight Bus, transportation for the stranded witch o wizard.”
Edward stared at him; think that he was crazy and that he should probably run away before someone got hurt. But Stan spoke again, interrupting his thoughts.
“Well, are te getting on o not?” he asked, giving Edward the same kind of look that Edward was giving him.
Edward thought it best not to anger the crazy man, so he stepped forward. “Uh…I guess so,” he detto cautiously.
“Well come on then,” detto Stan Shunpike, stepping up into the strange purple bus.
Edward followed tensely, ready to run o defend himself at the slightest sign of a trap.
“First stop, The Leaky Cauldron,” Stan detto loudly. “Is that where you’re headed?”
“Uh,” Edward thought that it was probably a good idea to get off this strange bus full of crazy people as soon as possible. “Yeah, sure.”
Stan nodded and the bus jerked inoltrare, avanti so fast that Edward nearly Lost his balance. The bus, The Knight Bus, rocketed off along the Londra streets, weaving through cars and people. The strange thing was that nobody seemed to notice the triple Decker, bright purple bus driven da crazy people that came inches away from them before shooting inoltrare, avanti again.
“Uh…” Edward detto slowly, addressing the conductor, Stan Shunpike. “Sorry, but why does it seem that no one notices a purple bus speeding down the streets?”
Stan looked at him like he was extremely stupid. “They’re Muggles. They can’t see us,” he detto in a “duh” kind of voice.
“Okay…” detto Edward, più confused now than ever. “What are Muggles?”
“Non magic folk,” detto Stan. “Everyone knows that! Except for you, apparently. But te don’t look young enough to be a first year.”
First year? Non magic? So many different domande popped into Edwards mind then, but all of them seemed like they would just lead to più domande if he asked them. So he stayed quiet.
A few minuti later the bus came to a jerky fast stop in front of a shabby looking pub with a sign out front that read “The Leaky Cauldron”. Alongside of the Scrivere was a picture of a cauldron full of bubbling green potion. Edward did a double take. The potion was bubbling! Not just painted on, either, but moving, bubbles rising to the surface and then popping, steam billowing from the superiore, in alto of the liquid.
Then Edward got very, very curious. All f his instincts were telling him to get out of there, to go back to Forks. But he ignored them, he figured that he was a vampire, and he could protect himself, no matter what kind of situation he got into.
Edward approached the entrance to the pub cautiously, coiled up in a defensive position, should he need to fight anyone o anything.
He got to the door and reached out a hand to open it. But the door swung open before his fingers touched the knob. He stepped inside. As soon as he crossed the threshold the door banged shut in a nube, nuvola of dust. Not breathing, Edward walked into the small, dark, crowded room. At first sight the room could have been an ordinary Londra bar. But then Edward looked closer. And then it was not so ordinary. First were the people. Everyone there was wearing long robes and tall, pointed hats o varying colors. Also più than one person was holding a long, thin stick of wood in his o her hand. As Edward looked around più and più things out of the ordinary jumped out at him. Several mugs of coffee at the small tables had spoons in them, slowly revolving, as though an invisible hand was stirring them. At the bar bottles of champagne rose unsupported into the air and tipped, pouring liquid into a number of dirty-looking goblets lined up on the counter. Further along, a dirty rag hovered in the air, scrubbing out used glasses, to no apparent effect. In a corner of the room a scopa was sweeping the floor with no human holding it. Along the same bacheca a fuoco was smoldering. As Edward watched, the fuoco suddenly burst into green flames, and a tall man in long, purple robes and a hat straightened up out of the fireplace, dusted soot off of himself, and walked into the pub. The green flames disappeared, leaving only smoldering coals like before. No one looked twice as this scene unfolded.
No one was looking at him, either, which was weird. People always looked at him. Well, why wouldn’t they? He was dazzling.
A man in a bright green mantello and hat got up from his tavolo and made his way towards a door at the back of the room. Edward followed him. The man in green opened the door, and walked through. Edward caught the door before it shut and slipped in behind him. He watched as the man in green walked up to a brick wall, took out a stick form the inside of his mantello and tapped on three different bricks. The bricks began to move, opening up a tall arch in the wall, which the man stepped through, Edward followed, thinking that he could break the bacheca if he needed to get out.
He stepped out of the arch way into bright sunlight. Oh crap he thought, and turned around fast. But the brick bacheca was gone. Instead, as far as he could see was a bright alleyway crowded by; people in strange clothes and lined da buildings of all different colori and sizes.
He looked down at his arm, which was sparkling like a thousand tiny diamonds were imbedded in his pale skin. People were definitely staring at him now, no doubt about that. But not as much as te would think. Edward looked around at the people surrounding him and saw why. Just in one small group he saw a small child with bright blue hair that shifted into green as he watched, a woman with a pelican’s beak instead of a nose, and a man with about ten owls perched on his arms, shoulders, even head.
The più he observed the people around him, the più normal his sparkly skin seemed.
As Edward was looking around the thick crowd around him suddenly parted. A black haired boy, a redhead, and a girl with curly brown hair came walking through the gap in the crowd. Edward wondered why the crowd would part for these three, seemingly normal, teenagers.
“Um,” the red haired boy had reached Edward now and was speaking to him. “We’re famous. Why arent te moving?”
“Ron!’ the girl elbowed him in the stomach.
“Uh,” Edward had no clue that they were, so he decided to find out. “Who are you, and why are te famous?”
The black haired boy gave Edward an “are te kidding” look and said, “im harry potter, duh, everyone knows that.”
“Well, actually, not everyone knows that,” Edward pointed out. “I didn’t know that.”
Harry Potter looked stumped. “Huh,” he said. “How did that happen?”
“I don’t know. Ive never actually been here before,” Edward looked around him again. “ what is this place?” he asked.
“diagon Alley,” the girl with the curly hair said. “wizard shops, obviously.”
“wizard?” Edward was confused. “whats a wizard? I thought they weren’t real.”
“of course theyre real!” detto harry, sounding exasperated. “if youre not a wizard then how come te are here?”
“I don’t know,” detto Edward. “there was a big purple bus…and a moving picture…green hat…”
“but non-wizards cant get on the Knight Bus,” detto ron. “or see it. o see the Leaky Cauldron…”
All four of them looked thoughtful.
“this is quite a pickle.” detto the girl finally. “ speaking of pickles, do te wanna go get something to eat?”
“not thinks,” Edward made a face. “not unless there is a forest nearby with plenty of mountain lions. I am kind of thirsty.”
“er…no,” detto harry. “sorry, no mountain lions. Would te like a butterbeer? o some firewhisky?”
“eew,” Edward exclaimed. “what’s that? Im not that thirsty. Ill go hunting in a couple of weeks.”
“well, were going to go get some butterbeer, wanna come? te don’t have to drink it.” detto the girl. “oh, and da the way, im Hermione Granger.”
“ron Weasley,” detto the redhead.
“harry potter,” detto Harry Potter. “oh, wait, te already knew that.”
“Edward Cullen,” detto Edward, sticking out his very shiny hand.
Harry shook it, then screamed. “whoa! te are really extremely cold!”
“oh yeah,” detto Edward apologeticaslly. “ sorry about that.”
“oh, da the way, why aren’t te dazzled da my sparkly skin?”
“well, we just figured te were a metamorphagus o something.” Hermione explained. “ weve already seen two people with sparkly skin today.”
“oh ok,” detto Edward, nodding his head. “well, just so te know, I always sparkle in the sun.”
“ok,” detto Hermione, and they walked off down the bright strada, via together. The crowd parted to let them through.
Chapter 1 – Buses and brooms and wizards….oh my!
It was a bright and sunny giorno in Forks, Washington. Edward was very bored, stuck inside all day, hiding from the sun that would blow his human disguise if he let it hit his pale skin. Bella was at school. This was her first time through high school, so she actually had to go, unlike him, who, being almost a hundred and ten years old had been through high school countless times.
Edward sighed. He didn’t like being stuck inside. He wanted to go somewhere. Somewhere exotic, far away. Like Europe. He ran through a lista of European countries in his mind. France…been there, done that. Germany…blah. He wasn’t in a German mood today. England…that sounded interesting. Edward decided he would go to England. London. Londra sounded fun. There was some family history there, too. Carlisle was born in London. Edward was off to London.
Edward took off running, fast, through the woods in London’s general direction. He ran until he hit water. Then he pulled out his small umbrella (he didn’t want to get wet) and swam across oceans, lakes, and rivers, until he hit land that smelled like England. Then he ran to London. He decided he liked Londra the minuto he got inside the city walls. There were lots and lots of lights, making the city sparkle, just like him. It was raining in London, so he could walk around inconspicuously through the crowded streets (or somewhat inconspicuously, as most of the people he passed stared dazedly up at him. Even some of the girls fainted).
He was walking innocently down the middle of the strada, via when suddenly, out of nowhere, came a bright purple, triple Decker but, going about ninety miles an hour, and weaving in and out of cars as if cops didn’t exist. The bus didn’t seem to be watching out for people, either, so Edward stuck out his right hand and waved at the bus to let it know that he was there, and that he didn’t really want to get run over today. To his surprise the bus pulled over with a squeak, almost hitting him. He jumped out of the way smartly, and the bus pulled to a jerky stop in front of him. A young guy, human da the looks of him, opened the doors of the bus and hopped down the set of steps leading down to the sidewalk.
He looked at Edward and said, “Hello my name is Stan Shunpike, conductor of the Knight Bus, transportation for the stranded witch o wizard.”
Edward stared at him; think that he was crazy and that he should probably run away before someone got hurt. But Stan spoke again, interrupting his thoughts.
“Well, are te getting on o not?” he asked, giving Edward the same kind of look that Edward was giving him.
Edward thought it best not to anger the crazy man, so he stepped forward. “Uh…I guess so,” he detto cautiously.
“Well come on then,” detto Stan Shunpike, stepping up into the strange purple bus.
Edward followed tensely, ready to run o defend himself at the slightest sign of a trap.
“First stop, The Leaky Cauldron,” Stan detto loudly. “Is that where you’re headed?”
“Uh,” Edward thought that it was probably a good idea to get off this strange bus full of crazy people as soon as possible. “Yeah, sure.”
Stan nodded and the bus jerked inoltrare, avanti so fast that Edward nearly Lost his balance. The bus, The Knight Bus, rocketed off along the Londra streets, weaving through cars and people. The strange thing was that nobody seemed to notice the triple Decker, bright purple bus driven da crazy people that came inches away from them before shooting inoltrare, avanti again.
“Uh…” Edward detto slowly, addressing the conductor, Stan Shunpike. “Sorry, but why does it seem that no one notices a purple bus speeding down the streets?”
Stan looked at him like he was extremely stupid. “They’re Muggles. They can’t see us,” he detto in a “duh” kind of voice.
“Okay…” detto Edward, più confused now than ever. “What are Muggles?”
“Non magic folk,” detto Stan. “Everyone knows that! Except for you, apparently. But te don’t look young enough to be a first year.”
First year? Non magic? So many different domande popped into Edwards mind then, but all of them seemed like they would just lead to più domande if he asked them. So he stayed quiet.
A few minuti later the bus came to a jerky fast stop in front of a shabby looking pub with a sign out front that read “The Leaky Cauldron”. Alongside of the Scrivere was a picture of a cauldron full of bubbling green potion. Edward did a double take. The potion was bubbling! Not just painted on, either, but moving, bubbles rising to the surface and then popping, steam billowing from the superiore, in alto of the liquid.
Then Edward got very, very curious. All f his instincts were telling him to get out of there, to go back to Forks. But he ignored them, he figured that he was a vampire, and he could protect himself, no matter what kind of situation he got into.
Edward approached the entrance to the pub cautiously, coiled up in a defensive position, should he need to fight anyone o anything.
He got to the door and reached out a hand to open it. But the door swung open before his fingers touched the knob. He stepped inside. As soon as he crossed the threshold the door banged shut in a nube, nuvola of dust. Not breathing, Edward walked into the small, dark, crowded room. At first sight the room could have been an ordinary Londra bar. But then Edward looked closer. And then it was not so ordinary. First were the people. Everyone there was wearing long robes and tall, pointed hats o varying colors. Also più than one person was holding a long, thin stick of wood in his o her hand. As Edward looked around più and più things out of the ordinary jumped out at him. Several mugs of coffee at the small tables had spoons in them, slowly revolving, as though an invisible hand was stirring them. At the bar bottles of champagne rose unsupported into the air and tipped, pouring liquid into a number of dirty-looking goblets lined up on the counter. Further along, a dirty rag hovered in the air, scrubbing out used glasses, to no apparent effect. In a corner of the room a scopa was sweeping the floor with no human holding it. Along the same bacheca a fuoco was smoldering. As Edward watched, the fuoco suddenly burst into green flames, and a tall man in long, purple robes and a hat straightened up out of the fireplace, dusted soot off of himself, and walked into the pub. The green flames disappeared, leaving only smoldering coals like before. No one looked twice as this scene unfolded.
No one was looking at him, either, which was weird. People always looked at him. Well, why wouldn’t they? He was dazzling.
A man in a bright green mantello and hat got up from his tavolo and made his way towards a door at the back of the room. Edward followed him. The man in green opened the door, and walked through. Edward caught the door before it shut and slipped in behind him. He watched as the man in green walked up to a brick wall, took out a stick form the inside of his mantello and tapped on three different bricks. The bricks began to move, opening up a tall arch in the wall, which the man stepped through, Edward followed, thinking that he could break the bacheca if he needed to get out.
He stepped out of the arch way into bright sunlight. Oh crap he thought, and turned around fast. But the brick bacheca was gone. Instead, as far as he could see was a bright alleyway crowded by; people in strange clothes and lined da buildings of all different colori and sizes.
He looked down at his arm, which was sparkling like a thousand tiny diamonds were imbedded in his pale skin. People were definitely staring at him now, no doubt about that. But not as much as te would think. Edward looked around at the people surrounding him and saw why. Just in one small group he saw a small child with bright blue hair that shifted into green as he watched, a woman with a pelican’s beak instead of a nose, and a man with about ten owls perched on his arms, shoulders, even head.
The più he observed the people around him, the più normal his sparkly skin seemed.
As Edward was looking around the thick crowd around him suddenly parted. A black haired boy, a redhead, and a girl with curly brown hair came walking through the gap in the crowd. Edward wondered why the crowd would part for these three, seemingly normal, teenagers.
“Um,” the red haired boy had reached Edward now and was speaking to him. “We’re famous. Why arent te moving?”
“Ron!’ the girl elbowed him in the stomach.
“Uh,” Edward had no clue that they were, so he decided to find out. “Who are you, and why are te famous?”
The black haired boy gave Edward an “are te kidding” look and said, “im harry potter, duh, everyone knows that.”
“Well, actually, not everyone knows that,” Edward pointed out. “I didn’t know that.”
Harry Potter looked stumped. “Huh,” he said. “How did that happen?”
“I don’t know. Ive never actually been here before,” Edward looked around him again. “ what is this place?” he asked.
“diagon Alley,” the girl with the curly hair said. “wizard shops, obviously.”
“wizard?” Edward was confused. “whats a wizard? I thought they weren’t real.”
“of course theyre real!” detto harry, sounding exasperated. “if youre not a wizard then how come te are here?”
“I don’t know,” detto Edward. “there was a big purple bus…and a moving picture…green hat…”
“but non-wizards cant get on the Knight Bus,” detto ron. “or see it. o see the Leaky Cauldron…”
All four of them looked thoughtful.
“this is quite a pickle.” detto the girl finally. “ speaking of pickles, do te wanna go get something to eat?”
“not thinks,” Edward made a face. “not unless there is a forest nearby with plenty of mountain lions. I am kind of thirsty.”
“er…no,” detto harry. “sorry, no mountain lions. Would te like a butterbeer? o some firewhisky?”
“eew,” Edward exclaimed. “what’s that? Im not that thirsty. Ill go hunting in a couple of weeks.”
“well, were going to go get some butterbeer, wanna come? te don’t have to drink it.” detto the girl. “oh, and da the way, im Hermione Granger.”
“ron Weasley,” detto the redhead.
“harry potter,” detto Harry Potter. “oh, wait, te already knew that.”
“Edward Cullen,” detto Edward, sticking out his very shiny hand.
Harry shook it, then screamed. “whoa! te are really extremely cold!”
“oh yeah,” detto Edward apologeticaslly. “ sorry about that.”
“oh, da the way, why aren’t te dazzled da my sparkly skin?”
“well, we just figured te were a metamorphagus o something.” Hermione explained. “ weve already seen two people with sparkly skin today.”
“oh ok,” detto Edward, nodding his head. “well, just so te know, I always sparkle in the sun.”
“ok,” detto Hermione, and they walked off down the bright strada, via together. The crowd parted to let them through.
