Title: Whatever Weather
Main Pairing: Edward Cullen/Harry Potter
Genre: AU, Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my undershorts.
Notes: This story takes place before and during the events of both Harry Potter (1-7) and Twilight (1-4) with some very notable changes to both. I don't do character bashing so Bella and Ginny will both be present and accounted for in this story. Many assumptions are being made about the vampire lifestyle in this story, up to and including how their powers work, as well as how the wizarding world interacts with it. I don't pretend that vampires (or wizards) are all sunshine and light and flower filled meadows. They're dark creatures and I intend to keep them that way, even if the Cullens are "civilized".
Summary: Groomed to be a vampire's mate since birth, Harry Potter never expected much out of life or his future mate, but all of that changes when he meets Edward Cullen...
Prologue: The Incident At Godric's Hollow
The couple died in the early morning hours, their bodies icy cold and lifeless by the time the authorities came. There was no signs of trauma, not tell-tale wounds to suggest how they died. It was as though they had both just - dropped dead of natural causes.
No one, not even their nearest and dearest, could understand how that could happen. They were both too young and healthy. Even their neighbors, the ones who looked out their windows at the faintest noise, could not explain what happened at Godric's Hollow that day.
"It was just so shocking," Vermelda Hopgood said, face pale as she bobbed her tea ball into her cup one last time. "I had just seen James and Lily not two days past. They seemed fine. A little overworked, maybe, but just fine. James had said they were planning to go on holiday soon. Somewhere in Scotland."
Looking to her companion, she shook her head, eyes sad behind her spectacles. "They left behind a son, did you know? Little Harold. No one really knows whats to become of him, though I did hear the constable say something about an aunt and uncle. They're trying to locate them, I imagine. Poor dear."
Placing her teacup down, Vermelda leaned forward, nudging a plate of biscuits towards her visitor. "Are you sure you don't want one, my dear? They're quite good."
Esme Cullen smiled and shook her head. "No, thank you, Mrs. Hopgood. I'm trying to cut back," she explained, fingers fluttering to her waistline. It was a decidedly small one and Vermelda chuffed.
"Tsh, dear," she said, fingers sifting through the biscuits until she found a large one. "You hardly need to lose an ounce." Taking a bite, she waved it in the air in front of her. "I don't understand you young woman today, always wanting to be bone thin. Men like women with meat on their bones; keeps them warm at night. Gives them something to hold on to, trust me."
Another bite and she placed her half-eaten biscuit on her saucer, carefully wiping the crumbs from her fingers. "What was I saying...? Oh, yes. The Potters. Well, it's a tragedy to be sure, especially with young little Harold losing both his parents at the same time. Poor boy. I hope they find his relatives soon. I'd hate to think of him in foster care, though after looking into those eyes of his I doubt they'll have any problems placing him."
"His eyes?" Esme prompted, expression strangely intent. Vermelda hardly noticed.
"Oh my, yes," she cried, her own eyes crinkling at the corners. "Greenest eyes I've ever seen, even compared to Lily's. They all but glowed when he was happy. Had the cutest little laugh, too. Sounded just like James, now that I think about it."
"How old was he?"
"I'd say about a year or so. It's so hard to tell these things," she mused, confidingly. "I never had children, you see, so it's hard for me to judge, but he couldn't have been older than a year. James and Lily - well, they weren't around much until he was born. After that, they came and went but always seemed to come back home."
Sighing, Vermelda took up the last of her tea, sipping it slowly. "It breaks my heart to see them gone, but life has a funny way of surprising you, even when you don't want it to."
"It certainly does," her visitor echoed, seemingly distracted before springing to her feet. "I'm very sorry, Mrs. Hopgood, but I think I had better be going. My husband and children will be waiting for me. Oh, no, please don't get up," she protested when Vermelda made to stand. "I can see myself out. Thank you for the tea and for letting me know what happened. It was very...helpful. Thank you."
Blinking, Vermelda nodded. "Of course, my dear. I'm happy to help. I do hope your family decides to move here, even with everything that's happened."
The woman nodded, a tense smile spreading on her lips before she was out the door and down the path. Vermelda sighed, warming her fingers against the sides of her teacup. Perhaps she shouldn't have mentioned what had happened down the lane at Godric's Hollow. It did seem to scare off quite a few potential neighbors.
"We have to find him," Esme said, voice hushed as she stared into the distance. "I don't care what that woman said about finding his relatives. We need to find him."
"No, Carlisle," she broke in, pleading eyes turning towards her husband. "We have to find him. I know he's just a baby, I know we're in no position, but he's all alone in the world. He's all alone and we could do something about that. Please, just think about it."
"You know I will," Carlisle soothed, quietly. "I want him with us as much as you do, even more perhaps, just to see my son so happy, but he's only a child. How could he survive with us?"
"We could raise him..."
"Accidents happen," he reminded, expression kind but firm. "Even ones that have nothing to do with us. Children get scraps and scratches; they hurt themselves without meaning to on a daily basis. How would it be fair to bring a child into our house when our own children still struggle with their control?"
"Edward would protect him," Esme denied. "I know he would. So would I. So would you, and Alice..."
"And Emmett and Rosalie," he finished, pointedly. "But that doesn't mean that something wouldn't happen. Harry - he deserves to have a normal childhood. One where he can run, play, and accidentally scratch himself without fear that one of his family members is going to lose control and hurt him."
"But," his wife protested, "we could try, couldn't we? I'm sure that Alice would 'see' if anything horrible was going to happen and Edward would be there for him. Together, as a family, I'm sure we could do it."
Shaking his head, Carlisle sighed. "It isn't that simple, Esme. You and I both know that Alice's visions are subjective. If something horrible were to happen and she didn't see it beforehand, she would never forgive herself. Neither would Edward for that matter."
"It's not only that," he interrupted, gently. "Harry deserves to grow into his own person. One who isn't influenced by our own needs or," he hesitated, lips pulling down into a grimace. "Or Edward's."
"How can you say that?" Esme exclaimed, golden eyes flashing. "Edward would -"
"Smother him," Carlisle cut in, features placid despite her sudden burst of anger. "He wouldn't mean to do it, but his desire to protect his mate would force him to extremes. It isn't like what we have, Esme; we chose each other. Edward's instincts will be driving him, his love for his mate will be all consuming. He won't have the control or the inclination to share, not when Harry is so young. Don't you think that the child deserves better than that?"
For a long, quiet moment, his mate stared at him, her body taunt with protest, before she shifted, shoulders relaxing slowly. "You sound as though you've already made up your mind about this..?"
"I suppose I have," he said, fingers smoothing over the fringe of her blouse, wishing there was something he could say to make things better. "It's for the best, Esme. Even if you don't see it now, it's for the best."
Nodding slightly, Esme closed her eyes. "I just wish I knew what to say to Edward. He's expecting the boy from Alice's vision to come home with us; he doesn't know that Harry's only a baby. It'll be hard to watch him, always waiting for his mate to be old enough."
Smiling, Carlisle pulled her into his arms. "He's waited this long, my love. I don't think he'll mind waiting another few years. Not for Harry."