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Wish Upon A Star	By : newyorican Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 20363 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 10 – A Mate for Edward

“You’re my shooting star because everything I’ve ever wished for is everything you are.”

/Edward/Harry

Harry didn’t normally consider himself a cruel person, but at the moment, he supposed the adjective described him.

Really, Edward deserved it. Even though Harry could understand the vampire’s reasons, it didn’t quite excuse Edward ignoring Harry. Therefore, the Marauder in him crept out to play and poor Edward had to suffer the consequences. He’d learn his lesson.

“Why do you need this disguise again?” Emmett asked confusedly.

“Because Edward, in his infinite wisdom, managed to block his Inner Eye,” Harry said as Rosalie continued to apply the cover-up to his forehead. He inwardly cackled at Edward’s guilty expression and focused on presenting a serious face. “What happens when you have an infection in your eye?”

“You go to the eye doctor,” Alice chirped helpfully.

“Exactly. In order to attempt to repair the damage done to his Inner Eye, Edward needs to see a healer specially trained in that branch of Divination. Normally centaurs are the best choice; they constantly open their Inner Eyes and help other creatures do the same,” Harry explained, smiling at Rosalie and admiring his unblemished forehead. He accepted the blonde wig Edward had picked up earlier and carefully tucked away his black locks. Next, he took the contact lenses from Carlisle and gently put them on.

Edward frowned slightly; he liked the way Harry had looked before.

“You still haven’t explained why you need it,” Emmett muttered petulantly.

“I saved the Wizarding world from the worst Dark Lord of all time,” Harry said bluntly, surveying himself in the mirror. “That made me the number one celebrity and most sought out bachelor when I was alive. Can you imagine the Savior of the Wizarding world back from the dead and taking a stroll in the Quivira Shopping District with a group of vampires? That would be very bad.”

Emmett thought about it and then nodded his head thoughtfully. “That makes sense.”

Harry beamed. “Great. Now, let’s go. The sooner we do this, the sooner we find Edward his mate. Who’s car am I…Edward? Edward, are you okay?”

Edward blinked and turned his attention to Harry. “Yes?”

“Did the chair hurt you? You looked like you were going to rip it to shreds.” Harry cocked an eyebrow.

Truthfully, Edward’s mind stopped working after Harry mentioned his number one bachelor status. He didn’t like the thought of other people wanting what was his. Er…what was his granted Fate doesn’t fuck him over.

“Let’s go,” Edward said abruptly. “And you’re riding in my car.”

Harry blinked in surprise before shrugging his shoulders. “Race you there!”

Jasper smirked at Edward. “If you stare at his butt anymore, your brain is going to leak out of your ears.”

Edward scowled at his empathic brother and took off after the star, embarrassed at having been caught. Lord help him if Harry wasn’t meant to be his.

The drive to the shopping district was filled with animated talking. Harry had successfully pulled him into a conversation about his past, his beliefs on his vampirism, Harry’s past, people they missed, and what they liked to do. It made the hour and a half long ride that much more bearable. Edward confided in Harry his fears that his mate would reject him, despite Harry’s assurances the night previous. Harry confided in Edward his longing to go back to Britain, just to see how his family was holding up.

When they arrived at the shopping district, their conversation had taken a rather solemn turn. Harry explained more in-depth his role in the war and how he felt about it all. Edward was a little hurt when Harry told him about his past relationship with his best friend’s younger sister, Ginny. He couldn’t stop the overwhelming feeling of relief when Harry told him how they’d broken it off because they were too much like siblings.

Edward admitted that he’d never been in a relationship since his liking boys wouldn’t have been completely accepted when he was alive. Harry smiled gently at him and said, “That’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s mostly accepted now and when you find your mate, he’ll most definitely accept you.”

“Thanks,” Edward said, giving Harry a small smile as he turned off his car and stepped outside, leaning against it.

Harry hopped out of the car and bounced towards Edward, also leaning against the car. “You know, when I was alive I never really considered dating a man,” he said thoughtfully. “Not that I’m not attracted to men, but it just never seemed like an option.”

Edward’s Hope-You’re-My-Mate meter shot up like an explosive thermometer. “Oh?” He tried to pull off casual, but even he could tell he sounded constipated.

Harry laughed. “Yeah.”

When the rest of the Cullens found parking and met up with them, Harry excitedly led the way to the Quivira Shopping District. He babbled about never being in another Wizarding shopping place other than Diagon Alley back in Britain. Having never been in a Wizarding shopping place at all, the Cullens watched in fascination as Harry placed his hand on the wall of an old, abandoned building and magic happened before their eyes.

The abandoned building seemed to disappear immediately and in its place stood a neighborhood. People flying on brooms wizzed past their heads, much to Alice and Emmett’s delight. Rosalie looked interested in the Wizarding robes, commenting on the delicate-looking fabric. Jasper blinked in confused pleasure as he felt no thirst for the blood of the humans surrounding him. Carlisle and Esme pointed to a bookstore and smiled at each other, wanting to indulge in their inner bookworm.

Edward, however, immediately spotted a sign that read, Vanora’s Crystal Ball. The picture of a crystal ball with an eye in the center caught his attention. “Would that be the place?”

Harry, who had been eyeing an apothecary, snapped his gaze in the direction of the small shop. “Indeed it is,” he said cheerfully. “Come on, let’s get going.”

As they led the Cullens to the shop, something caught Harry’s eye. He stopped and stared for a few minutes before walking towards it, oblivious to the Cullens’ worried questions.

“Like them?”

Harry looked up and saw a seer smiling at him. He could tell the woman was a true seer by the birthmark peeking at him from just below the side of her ear on her neck. The seer had her brown hair pulled into a tight bun, reminding Harry of Professor McGonagall, and kind green eyes twinkling at him knowingly. If they’d been blue, Harry would’ve sworn Dumbledore had died and became a woman.

“Yes,” he answered with a small smile. “What are they called?”

The seer picked up the delicate blue flower. It was small with five petals and a yellow center. “These are Forget-Me-Nots,” she replied. “Here.”

Harry took the offered flower without a second thought. “A Forget-Me-Not?”

“In Germany, the wearers of this flower would not be forgotten by their lover. Later on in history, this flower became a symbol to the victims in the Holocaust,” the seer explained.

“They’re very pretty,” Harry complimented, twirling the flower in his hand.

“These flowers are also placed at gravesites so that the deceased will always remember those they left behind as they go off on their next adventure after life.”

“That’s…morbidly sweet.”

The seer smiled. “Aurors also are particularly fond of giving these to their spouses. It is somewhat of a promise to return.”

Harry stared at the flower again. It really was beautiful. “How much?”

The seer’s smile widened. “You may take this flower for free, Mr. Potter. Rest assured, everything will work out in the end.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at the mention of his last name and the Cullens stiffened. He hadn’t quite been expecting that, though he couldn’t really say he was surprised. “How did you…?”

“While the world mourned your death, the select few of us with gifts of true Divination and precognition celebrated your transformation.” She smiled warmly at him. “As I said before, everything will work out in the end. Now, you must run along and see Vanora. She’s been expecting you, and you’ll be late if you don’t leave now.”

Harry nodded, somewhat stunned, and unconsciously gripped Edward’s arm as they continued their course to fix Edward’s Inner Eye. It was silent for a few moments before Emmett said, “Well, I’ll say your disguise is terribly faulty. You’d make a horrible spy.”

Harry chuckled, surprised at Emmett’s words. “I wouldn’t have been able to fool her. Besides, I’d rather she and this Vanora know who I am then the rest of the world.”

“Why?” Rosalie asked. “She could expose you.”

“She wouldn’t,” Alice piped up.

Rosalie turned to her sister and raised an eyebrow. “How do you know that? Your visions are subjective,” she said cynically.

“Mine are, yes,” Alice replied calmly, “but those that see the future clear as day and know what’s going to happen without a doubt won’t dare mess with it.”

Harry smiled and nodded. He and the Cullens walked into the shop, closing the door behind them. It was empty, but homey looking with a large couch, a mini fridge, warm curtains, and the delicious scent of apple cinnamon oatmeal cookies wafting through the air.

“Ah, Harry Potter. Right on time,” came a warm, somewhat husky voice.

Harry smiled somewhat hesitantly as Vanora came into view. “Nice to meet you Ms. Vanora,” he said softly.

The female centaur returned the smile with a touch more mystery. Her eyes shifted towards Edward and she gave him a knowing wink. Edward’s eyes widened slightly. “What brings you here, Edward Cullen?”

Edward swallowed somewhat thickly. “I…uh…I made a mistake.”

“Do go on,” Vanora said with a smile, gesturing for Edward to continue talking.

“I panicked,” Edward blurted out. “And now because of that, there’s something wrong with my Inner Eye and I need to find my mate. Is there anything you can do to help me?”

Harry began to feel somewhat bad for leading Edward to believe that the problem was irreparable. Hearing the desperation in Edward’s voice, Harry wanted nothing more than to cuddle him and tell him that everything would be alright and he’d get to see his mate really soon. He shook his head and blushed slightly. There would be no cuddling involved.

Vanora chuckled lightly. “Of course it can be fixed,” she said with a smile. “You’ll need to drink some Ostententia. It will allow your Inner Eye to open fully and painlessly. Now sit still. I’ll have to ask the rest of you to wait outside as this does get rather personal. Except for you, Harry Potter. Since you were the one to begin Edward Cullen’s journey with the opening of his Inner Eye, I’ll need you to stay.”

“We’ll just go look around at some of the shops,” Alice suggested brightly, winking at Edward. “When you guys are ready, text me on my cell.”

Edward watched as his family filtered out of the room. Vanora disappeared behind a curtain of beads, leaving him alone with Harry. He glanced at the star out of the corner of his eye. Topaz met emerald and a jolt of thunder went through them. Realizing they were staring at the other, each averted their gazes. Harry’s face erupted into the cutest of blushes and his skin seemed to glow again. Edward grinned a little, happy to have that affect on Harry.

His grin disappeared when Vanora came back wielding a foul-smelling potion in her hand. He eyed it warily, struck with the reminder that Harry might not be his mate. He hesitated slightly and Vanora smiled.

“Take it, Edward Cullen,” she coaxed softly. “I can promise you that everything will work out.”

That was enough assurance for Edward and, with a final moment’s hesitation, he grabbed the potion and downed it in one go. It tasted as foul as it smelt, and suddenly Edward wasn’t in Vanora’s shop anymore. He was transported back to the beach where he’d first seen his mate.

His skin glittered and sparkled in the hot sun. He glanced around at the humans in the water and laying in the sand. They soon began disappearing until only one person remained. His mate’s face was still blurred, but was clearing up by the minute. Edward ran towards him, venom coursing through him as he hoped against hope that he saw Harry. His mate’s skin glittered and sparkled as well, causing Edward’s dead heart to plummet.

His mate really was a vampire. Harry wasn’t a vampire.

Harry wasn’t his mate.

Edward stopped running. He turned around and was about to flee as far away as he could when Vanora’s words echoed in his head. “…everything will work out.”

With a deep breath, Edward mustered up whatever courage he had left and faced his mate again. Emerald eyes shone happily at him and the famous lightning bolt scar peeked at him behind midnight black bangs. Musical laughter escaped full, pink lips—lips he dreamt about in the naughtiest as well as the most innocent of ways—and he stopped breathing for a second.

Staring at his mate’s face, a smile began to bloom on his own. Laughter, slightly hysterical at first, escaped him and Edward felt his heart lighten. Carlisle had been right all along! The man he’d been lusting after, wanting, craving, was standing right before him; was his.

His Harry.

And just like that, in the blink of an eye he was back at Vanora’s shop. The centaur was smiling devilishly, a satisfied gleam in her eye. Harry looked somewhat nervous.

“Did you see your mate?” the star asked hesitantly.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did,” Edward replied happily, staring at Harry dazedly.

“Well? Who is he?” Harry asked, chewing on his lower lip.

Edward smiled and stood up, sauntering across the short distance between him and Harry. He heard Harry’s sharp intake of breath as his arms trapped the star against the wall, his lips brushing across the bare skin of Harry’s neck. The vampire couldn’t resist poking his tongue and swiping it across Harry’s delicate neck, delighting in the breathily confused moan Harry let out.

“You,” he whispered in Harry’s ear. He used one of his hands to lightly grip Harry’s chin and gently tilt his head so that they were looking each other in the eye. “You’re my mate.”

And then he softly pressed his own lips to Harry’s.

Nothing had ever felt more right.
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