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This is a crossover fanfic merging Twilight and Harry Potter verse with Edward and Hermione as main characters. Obviously.

The story is set after Eclipse for Twilight and Deathly Hallows for HP. Spoilers here and there mostly for the Harry Potter Universe.

Author Note :

While you wait for new chapters of my story, A Second Chance, I have pleasure in announcing that I've found a second Beta. Queen of Stars whose going to be beta'ing all my fanfictions with the exception of A Second Chance which is in the hands of Eternallily. So, therefore I take pleasure in giving you the beta'd first chapter for this story and that of A Perfect Girl and The Safe Heaven will follow shortly, just need to work around some information.

Also I just wanted to point out that I've never read any Twilight books,. Just watched the first movie and never got past the first pages of the first book also. So please, no flames if the characters appear too out of character since it won't be intentional unless otherwise needed.

Also I've been more than pleasantly surprised by the response you've given to this story. I'm greatly flattered and hope that the next chapters will reduce your enthusiasm for the story.

So a BIG THANKS to all of you,

Ludo

A Fallen Angel

Edward Cullen, a mind reader, possessed a unique advantage and inconvenience within his family. He had spent the past few days reading their thoughts, gaining insight into their actions. Today was no different. He understood their concern and worry for him, but at this moment, he couldn't bring himself to care. The empath in their family carefully monitored his emotions, amplifying the frustration caused by his already depressed and angry state. Their thoughts and concern only served to worsen his mood, not providing any solace.

All of this was because of her. Bella Swan.

She had made promises of unwavering love and never leaving him. However, at the first opportunity after they had triumphed over Victoria's army of newborn vampires, she revealed that choosing between Edward and Jacob, the werewolf, was too difficult for her. So she packed her bags and departed, making it clear she didn't want to see him again. Initially, he believed she was merely teaching him a lesson, mirroring his past actions when he and his family had distanced themselves. Yet, as he watched her drive away in her truck, he realized he had deluded himself. He didn't plead for her to stay, lacking the strength as he witnessed her walking out of his life. A life that had seemingly vanished when Isabella Marie Swan entered his Biology class a couple of years earlier. From that moment, the nearly eighty years of mere existence before meeting her dissipated. His long-dead heart metaphorically began beating again when he first caught her scent.

Today, on the fourth of July, while the nation celebrated Independence Day, the people of Forks found themselves confined indoors due to a tremendous thunderstorm. Despite the inclement weather, his family had decided a baseball game was the solution to lift his spirits, as predicted by Alice. How she believed that would help, he couldn't comprehend. Whenever he attempted to discern her reasoning, Alice's thoughts veered off into explicit memories of intimate moments with Jasper.

Alice seemed unusually cheerful, more than her usual hyper self, as though something extraordinary awaited them that day. It was as if she hoped something, anything, would alleviate his melancholy. While he could have followed Rosalie's advice and remained in his room, wallowing in self-pity, he chose to accompany his family. He wanted to reassure them that he was making an effort to move forward, even if it proved to be incredibly challenging.

They had been playing for a little over an hour when Emmett, jokingly, dared Edward to hit the ball high into the dark, billowing clouds above. The same clouds responsible for the intense downpour enveloping Forks—a town known for its abundance of rain. Emmett, being his usual self, couldn't make it easy for him.

"Ah, my dear little bro," Emmett taunted, "while I acknowledge your formidable vampire strength, I am absolutely certain that you'll never be able to hit that ball into the cloud cover, even with a tree trunk as a bat." Emmett let out a derisive snort. "And, mind you, you'll have to retrieve the ball once it falls," he added, a challenging smile on his face. The family erupted in laughter.

Edward replied, "You're on." He refused to back down from the challenge, aware that his brothers would never let him live it down if he declined. "Now, give me your best shot!" Taking his place in the batter's box, he awaited Emmett's throw.

Emmett grinned, waiting for Alice's signal. Ten seconds later, a flash of lightning illuminated the sky, and Alice nodded. Emmett hurled the ball toward him, faster than any pitch he had ever encountered.

Edward's reflexes proved impeccable as he connected with the ball, sending it soaring into the heavens. The Cullens watched as the ball ascended, vanishing into the clouds.

Edward smirked in Emmett's direction, and the latter rolled his eyes, reminding him mentally that he needed to catch the ball for the challenge to be completed. Edward looked up once more, anticipating the ball's descent when he thought he heard a scream amidst a long clap of thunder. Frowning, he turned to his family, seeking their reactions.

It appeared that he wasn't the only one who had heard the scream, for every member of his family directed their gaze toward the sky. He didn't need to inquire if they had heard it, as their thoughts resonated loudly and clearly. Emmett's booming exclamation encapsulated their collective astonishment, "What the fucking hell was that?" Though such language would typically earn Emmett a reprimand from Esme, even she was looking skyward, searching for the source of the scream.

A flash of lightning illuminated the sky once more, and Edward thought he discerned a human figure tumbling within the rapidly moving clouds. Yet, his rational mind reasoned it could have been a trick of the light, a dark spot amidst the clouds. But moments later, something emerged from the cloud cover, confirming his initial perception. A human hurtled toward their baseball field at alarming speed. Edward instinctively realized that if he didn't act swiftly, the individual would crash to the ground. How a human could have been concealed within the clouds or struck by a baseball was beyond his comprehension. All he knew was that it was his duty to rescue this person, preventing their tragic fall.

"Well," Emmett drawled, an unusual note in his voice, "it seems like you've really messed up this time, Eddiekins! Apparently, you've accomplished the impossible—you hit an angel!"

Mesmerized, the Cullen family watched as the "angel" continued its rapid descent. Edward moved at vampire speed, positioning himself directly beneath the point of impact. However, he understood the need to slow the fall, mitigating the force upon impact. With this in mind, he propelled himself into the air.

Seconds before the "angel" would have collided with the ground, he caught her, utilizing the force of his jump to reduce both the speed and impact. As his feet touched the ground, he absorbed the brunt of the crash while cradling the "angel" safely in his arms. Sinking a few centimeters into the muddy field due to the force, he pulled himself free and stood upright, finally taking a closer look at the collateral victim of Emmett's challenge. He realized that the "angel" was, in fact, a young woman—an exceptionally beautiful one at that. Her flawless, pale skin, heart-shaped face, straight nose, and rosy, full lips were captivating. Long, thick, wavy curls of brown hair framed her features, and despite her current state, Edward surmised that she was petite compared to his tall stature.

His family quickly congregated by his side, their initial shock subsiding. Carlisle wasted no time examining the girl for any injuries while Esme emphasized the need to bring her out of the rainstorm to prevent illness on top of the possible harm caused by the fall. Utilizing their superhuman speed, the Cullens found themselves back at their house, Edward cradling the unconscious girl in his arms as they settled into the shelter of their cars. With efficiency, they transported her to his room, where Edward, feeling a personal responsibility for her current condition, would be able to keep a watchful eye. Carlisle conducted a meticulous examination of the girl, and Edward remained steadfast, holding her hands

while his father worked. His mind, for once, forgot its ability to read thoughts; he was too preoccupied and agitated.

"Well, apart from a significant bump on her head, there doesn't appear to be any immediate harm," began Carlisle.

"Thanks to Eddiekins," Emmett interjected, sharing his unnecessary thoughts with everyone, much to Edward's annoyance.

"She's currently unconscious, but she should regain consciousness soon, at which point we'll learn more about what happened," Carlisle continued, disregarding Emmett's comment as if it hadn't been made.

A flood of thoughts and questions regarding their unexpected "guest" inundated Edward's mind, but amidst the chaos, he couldn't help but feel that this day had brought about a profound change in his existence. The arrival of the young woman lying on his couch had altered his life, though he had yet to fathom the extent of that change. A fallen angel had entered his world.

His fallen angel.Chapter: The Fallen Angel

Edward Cullen, a mind reader, was well aware of his family's intentions for the outing. Being able to delve into their thoughts had its advantages and inconveniences. He had been reading their minds for the past few days, comprehending their concern for him. However, he couldn't care less at the moment. The empath in the family carefully monitored his emotions. Having existed in this world for ninety-seven years, with only seventeen as a human, Edward knew exactly how he felt right now—depressed and angry. The sad state he was in only worsened his mood, and his family's thoughts and concern seemed futile.

Bella Swan was the reason for his turmoil. She had promised unconditional love and vowed never to leave him. Yet, shortly after surviving the battle with Victoria's army, she revealed that choosing between him and the werewolf was too difficult. So she packed her bags and departed, making it clear that she didn't want to see him again. Edward initially thought it was payback for the times he and his family had left. However, as he watched her drive away, he realized his delusion. He didn't plead for her to stay; he lacked the strength as she walked out of his life. The life that had been restored when Isabella Marie Swan entered his Biology class years ago, erasing nearly eighty years of mere existence. The moment he caught a whiff of her scent, his dead heart metaphorically started beating again.

It was the fourth of July, but Forks remained sheltered due to a massive thunderstorm. Despite the weather, his family had decided on a baseball game, believing it would cheer him up. He couldn't fathom how they thought that would work. Every time he tried to understand their reasoning, Alice's thoughts veered into graphic reminiscences of intimate moments with Jasper.

However, today Alice seemed unusually happy, as if something extraordinary was about to happen. Edward sensed her excitement, hoping that something might alleviate his somber mood. He chose to join his family, not wanting to wallow in self-pity alone as Rosalie had suggested. He wanted to reassure his family that he was trying to move on, even though it felt excruciatingly difficult.

They had been playing for a while when Emmett jokingly challenged Edward to hit the ball into the dark-grey clouds above. Edward knew he couldn't back down; his brothers wouldn't let him hear the end of it. "You're on," he responded, taking his position at the batter's box.

Emmett grinned, waiting for Alice's signal. A flash of lightning and a nod from Alice set things in motion. Emmett hurled the fastest ball Edward had ever seen, but his reflexes were perfect. He struck the ball hard, sending it soaring into the sky. The Cullens watched as it disappeared into the clouds.

Edward smirked at Emmett, who rolled his eyes, reminding him that catching the ball was part of the challenge. Edward looked up, waiting for the ball to descend when he heard a scream amid a long clap of thunder. He frowned and turned to his family, searching for their reactions.

They, too, had heard the scream and were gazing at the sky. Edward didn't need to ask; their thoughts were clear. Emmett's exclamation mirrored everyone's astonishment, "What the hell was that?" Though it was an inappropriate choice of words, given the circumstances, Edward understood the shock in his brother's mind.

A flash of lightning illuminated the sky, and Edward saw a human form hurtling down from the clouds. It wasn't a trick of the light; someone was falling rapidly towards their baseball field. Edward had no time to ponder how a person could

hide in the clouds or how a baseball could strike them. His duty was clear—to save the falling human from a potentially fatal impact.

Emmett's voice interrupted the intense moment, laced with sarcasm, "Well, it looks like you've screwed up big time today, Eddiekins! You just managed the impossible—hitting an angel!"

Mesmerized, the Cullen family watched as the "angel" descended. Edward moved swiftly, positioned himself beneath the point of impact, and jumped into the air. He caught the falling figure seconds before it crashed, successfully reducing the force of the fall. When his feet touched the ground, he bore the brunt of the impact, cradling the unconscious "angel" in his arms. The muddy pitch gave way slightly under his feet.

As Edward extricated himself from the ground and straightened up, he finally had a proper look at the unintended victim of Emmett's challenge—a beautiful woman. Her flawless, pale skin, heart-shaped face, and full pink lips were captivating. Thick brown curls cascaded down her petite frame.

Once the initial shock wore off, the family hurried to Edward's side. Carlisle began examining the girl, ensuring there were no major injuries. Esme insisted they get her out of the rainstorm to prevent her from catching a cold on top of any potential harm she suffered. The Cullens swiftly transported themselves to their cars using their superhuman speed. Edward found himself in the back of Emmett's jeep, still cradling the "angel," while Carlisle continued his examination.

Within minutes, they arrived home and Edward gently placed the unconscious woman on the couch in his room. He couldn't explain why he had chosen his room over the living room—it simply felt like his personal responsibility to care for her. He wanted to keep a watchful eye in case anything happened. Throughout Carlisle's thorough examination, Edward didn't leave her side, maintaining his grasp on her hands. He held his breath, anxious for his father's assessment. For once, his mind-reading ability faded into the background. He was too agitated.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with her at the moment, except for a serious bump on her head," Carlisle began.

"Thanks to Eddiekins," Emmett interjected needlessly, earning Edward's annoyance.

Carlisle continued undeterred, "She's currently unconscious, but she will wake up soon, and then we'll find out what happened."

Edward's mind was bombarded with his family's thoughts and questions about their unexpected guest. Amidst the chaos, he couldn't shake the feeling that this day had brought a significant change to his existence. The arrival of the woman lying on his couch had altered his life, even though he had no inkling of the magnitude of that change.

She was his fallen angel.