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Wish Upon A Star	By : newyorican Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 20366 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 13 – A Broken Heart

“Wanting to be with you is like trying to touch a star. You know you’ll never accomplish it, but you just keep on trying…”

/Edward/Harry

Agony.

That was the only word that came semi-close to describing what Edward was feeling. Despite his hesitance, he had left with his family to feed. He had tried to ignore the foreboding feeling in the pit of his stomach and hunted quickly so he could return to Harry’s side, where he belonged. Rosalie had managed to make him smile a little just as Emmett came rushing towards them, a serious expression on his usually cheerful face. Edward had froze before he started firing questions.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” he had demanded worriedly, tiny threads of despair weaving into his heart.

“It’s Harry,” Emmett had said. “He just started crying—”

Edward had immediately took off running towards the house, hoping beyond hope that Harry was okay. When he had reached the edge of the house, he could hear Alice and Harry speaking.

“I’m sorry,” Harry had said.

Without a second thought, Edward had kicked down the door and rushed up the stairs.

And now…now he was staring at the star dust on his couch in shock. His family came up behind them and he heard the horrified gasps. Edward continued to stare at the dust, feeling unbelievable anguish. Jasper stumbled backward at the amount of emotions pouring from not just Edward, but everyone.

Edward snapped his head towards Alice and he grabbed her around her shoulders, shaking her a little. “What happened?” he cried, staring into her wide eyes.

Her lower lip quivered and she shook her head. “I promised,” she tried to say, but she let out a dry sob. “I’m so sorry, Edward.”

He shook her again. “What happened?!” he repeated almost angrily, trying to tear past the song she was singing in her head. “Please, Alice, I need to know!”

“Edward, stop!” Rosalie protested. “Stop shaking her!”

Emmett came up behind Edward and enveloped him in a bear hug, holding tightly as Edward kicked and tried to break free.

“Please, Alice, tell me!” Edward pleaded, begging with his eyes for Alice to understand. His heart clenched painfully and he sobbed dryly. “Please, Alice…”

Alice cried into Rosalie’s shoulder, shaking her head. “I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I didn’t see this happen, Edward! I didn’t know until it was too late, you have to believe me! I swear I didn’t know!”

“Tell me what happened,” Edward insisted.

“I can’t,” Alice hesitated, shaking her head. She remembered the pleading in Harry’s eyes, remembered him asking for her to not let Edward see before he exploded into dust.

“Just tell me what happened!” Edward yelled desperately.

“HE ASKED ME NOT TO!” Alice screamed, glaring sadly at her brother. “He didn’t want you to see, Edward!”

Edward looked taken aback before his expression hardened and he threw himself into her mind. She gasped and clutched her head, shutting her eyes tightly. Jasper collapsed to his knees, curling in on himself as the emotional pain and desperation rained down on him like physical blows. Edward searched through Alice’s memories, but she kept hiding the one he wanted behind other mundane thoughts.

“What if it were Jasper?” Edward demanded angrily. “What if something happened to your mate?”

Alice’s mouth hung open in shock and her eyes widened. She looked at her mate, crumpled on the floor and suffering from an emotional overload. Without hesitation, she crawled over to him and held his head in her lap, rocking him back and forth. She looked at Edward briefly before gazing at the star dust on the couch, her eyes shining apologetically.

Edward watched, horrified, as Alice’s memory played in his head. He went completely still, and he could feel Emmett hesitantly let him go. Edward’s face caved in anguish and he let out another dry sob as he went to the couch and cupped the dust in his hands. It slipped past his fingers. “No,” he moaned lowly, staring at the dust with longing and hurt. “No, not my Harry…”

Esme sniffled and took a step forward, only to stop. She wanted to wrap Edward in her arms and take the pain away, but she couldn’t. Her son had just lost his mate, and nothing would make him feel better.

Edward turned his head towards Carlisle. “How could this have happened?” he whispered painfully, staring at his father with wide eyes begging for an explanation. “Everything was fine…everything had been just fine…”

Carlisle hesitated. “I don’t know,” he said softly, “and I am so sorry, Edward.”

Edward gazed back at the dust in his hands. His shoulders began to shake as he cried, his heart filled with remorse, sorrow, and guilt. He should never have left his mate; he should’ve been the one to hold his hand and comfort him. Edward cried hard, but it didn’t matter. No amount of tearless crying would bring Harry back. His Harry. He sucked in deep unneeded breaths and whispered, “Can someone get me a vase?”

Rosalie was gone and back before he blinked.

Edward took the vase and cried as he scooped up the dust. It glittered as it dropped into the vase. Harry used to glitter when he was excited or happy. Edward whined a little when he saw the bonding ring on the couch next to a bunch of Forget-Me-Nots. He held the ring in his hands and fingered it gently, staring at the inscription. Glancing at the Forget-Me-Nots, Edward’s eyes widened.

“Vanora!” he growled. “I’m going to go see Vanora.”

He stood up before anyone could protest and ran to his car. He hopped in and started it before the front and rear passenger doors opened and Emmett slid inside.

“I’m coming with you,” Rosalie said, “but I’m driving. Move it.”

Edward blinked in surprise before he nodded his head and switched sides. “Why are you coming?” he croaked.

Rosalie didn’t answer for a while, opting instead to pull out of the driveway at record-breaking speed. “I love our family,” she announced suddenly. “And because of this, I hate outsiders. Outsiders mess everything up. They’re infatuated by our physical beauty, attracted to us because of our unnatural vampirism.” Her voice took on a rougher tone and Edward was shocked to realize that if Rosalie were human, she’d be holding back tears. “But Harry made you happy, Edward. He promised to help you find your mate, and when he turned out to be your mate, you were ecstatic. Your face lit up every time you saw him—everyone could tell how happier you were. Harry was happier, too, and if his story was anything to go by, it’s the first time he’s been happy in a while. You both were made for each other, and I’ll do everything I can to help you find out what the hell just happened.”

“Rose…” Edward started.

Rosalie stopped at the red light and turned to look at Edward, pain written clear as day on her face. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through. If it were Emmett, I don’t know what I’d do,” Rosalie admitted, her face scrunched up. “You are my brother, and I’ll make sure you get the answers you’re looking for.”

Edward sniffled, staring out the window at the night—almost morning—sky. Stars twinkled merrily at him, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to see those stars; there was only one that had captured his heart. Harry was everything he ever wanted and more. Harry was his.

“Thanks, Rose,” he whispered, still staring at the dark sky.

Silence reigned in the car.

‘She isn’t heartless,’ Emmett thought at Edward. ‘She loves you, and Harry was starting to grow on her. We’ll solve this mess, Edward. We’ll help you.’

Unless they could make Harry appear from the star dust, nothing would help him—but he appreciated the thought.

When they arrived at the Quivira Shopping District, Edward sped towards Vanora’s shop with Emmett and Rosalie behind him. Desperation, hope, and anger filled him as he pushed himself to run faster than he’d ever run in his life. Vanora had told him, “I can promise you that everything will work out.”

But everything wasn’t working out. Harry was gone and the hole in his heart he thought had healed returned with a vengeance. His mate spent his last few moments crying in pain, asking his sister to not let him see. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

Edward clenched his fists, guilt consuming him. He should’ve bitten Harry and changed him like that.

When they reached the area of Vanora’s shop, numbness consumed him.

“Where is it?” Edward asked in shock. Vanora’s Crystal Ball was gone. It was as if it vanished without a trace. Edward turned towards Rosalie and Emmett, who were equally shocked. “What am I going to do?” he whispered brokenly. “I…I need him, Rose. And something’s happened to it and the only person who could’ve explained it to me is gone!”

Rosalie enveloped him in a hug, apologizing to him as she tried her best to sooth him. Emmett stared solemnly at the scene before glancing back at where the shop should be. He didn’t know anything about the magical world, but they shouldn’t have been able to do that. Buildings didn’t just disappear…did they? Glancing back at his brother breaking down, Emmett couldn’t stop the anger from building in his chest. Why Edward?

Something flashed in the corner of his eye and he turned around, recognizing the lady that had given Harry the Forget-Me-Nots. His eyesight allowed him to pick up on the birthmark on her neck, remembering Harry stating firmly that she was trustworthy.

He was walking towards her before he even realized what he was doing.

“Hey!” he called, catching Rosalie and Edward’s attention.

The seer smiled at him. “Fancy seeing you again,” she said almost innocently. “What can I do for you?”

“You!” Edward gasped, also recognizing the woman. “You gave Harry the flowers…”

The seer nodded. “Indeed, I did. Harry Potter has always been a rather special young man,” she murmured dazedly.

“You said everything would be alright,” Edward choked out. “How is him exploding into dust going to work out?”

“Even alive, he always seemed to stand out from the crowd. I suspect the nasty Boy Who Lived and Savior business aided his somewhat stellar personality. I can’t say I’m surprised that he became a star after he passed,” the seer continued as if Edward hadn’t spoken , picking up a Forget-Me-Not from her cart and bringing it to her nose.

“Didn’t you hear my brother?” Rosalie snarled angrily. “Harry’s gone! He exploded!”

“When he died, us privy to Divination knew of his transformation.” The seer smiled before she looked Edward in the eye. “Vanora didn’t lie when she said he would be reborn into a vampire.”

“That’s not how people are turned into vampires!” Emmett protested. “They don’t explode into dust!”

“Not humans, no,” the seer agreed. “But you forget that Harry Potter was a star.”

Edward froze. “So…he’s turning into a vampire?” he asked hesitantly, too scared to hope that the trauma he suffered was all a joke; a sort of ‘Gotcha!’ moment from fate.

The seer grabbed his face and pulled him towards her with a surprising amount of speed and strength. Edward froze, staring into her hypnotic green eyes. They weren’t as bright as Harry’s; not as special as his Harry’s. “Losing one’s mate can cause unbearable anguish,” the seer said softly, her own voice tinged with sadness. “You loved him.”

“Yes,” Edward whispered, his eyes widening further. “Yes, I do. He was born for me, and I was made for him.”

The seer smiled, closing her eyes. “Harry Potter is being reborn,” she told him quietly. “There were two possible ways this could have happened. Due to certain circumstances, he needed to be reborn the more…explosive way.”

Edward bit his lower lip. “He was in so much pain,” he whimpered lowly. “He was in pain and I couldn’t do anything to help him.”

“It was necessary,” the seer assured him. “Were you not in pain when you were turned into a vampire?”

“Harry’s already been through enough! He shouldn’t have had to experience any pain!” Edward burst out, glaring at the seer and pulling his face out of her hands.

The seer laughed softly. “Nothing comes free in this world,” she chided gently.

“So…Harry’s turning into one of us?” Emmett asked hopefully.

The seer nodded her head. “He is becoming a vampire as we speak. It will take some time for the process to be complete, though,” she warned.

Edward nodded, his expression still one of devastation. “How long?” he asked quietly.

The seer shrugged her shoulders. “You’ve already worn out your stay,” she reminded them. “The Muggles are starting to get suspicious. It’s best you continue with your lives.”

“What do you mean by that?” Rosalie asked through narrowed eyes.

“Leave,” the seer said bluntly. She held up her hand to stop protests. “Leave, and trust Harry Potter will find his way to you. Vanora and myself were not lying when we said everything would work out. Leave, Cullen Coven.”

“I can’t,” Edward cried, his eyes wide with panic. “What if Harry—”

“I have already Seen what happens. If you do not leave now, Harry Potter will become a vampire only to be persecuted should your kind be discovered. The Wizarding world can be very efficient at keeping magic a secret and will make the Volturi look like a schoolyard bully,” the seer said harshly. Her demeanor softened when Edward hung his head and shook slightly. “Harry Potter gave you a bonding ring, yes?”

Edward looked at her and nodded, fishing the ring out of his pocket. “Forever mine, Edward,” he read quietly, rubbing the ring with the pad of his thumb.

“Bonding rings are not something to take lightly,” the seer said just as quietly. “There is a matching pair made and, once put on, it siphons small amounts of life energy from the bonded couple. It establishes a connection between the pair and will eventually allow them to feel each other’s emotions, tell whether or not they’re safe, and so on. Unfortunately, your connection did not have nearly enough time to establish properly. However, because Harry Potter was wearing it before he started his transformation, the ring will call to him when he returns so that he may put it back on and the connection between you two can solidify. Guard that ring with your life, Edward Cullen.”

Edward stuffed the ring back into his pocket, nodding solemnly. “So…all we can do is leave?” he asked, subdued.

The seer nodded. “Everything will work out,” she repeated with a smile. “Leave. I believe I shall be seeing you in the future.”

Edward blinked as the seer disappeared with a pop. Everything remained silent for a few moments before he grabbed a rock lying on the ground and threw it as hard as he could at the sky. His shoulders shook as he sunk to his knees, breathing raggedly.

“I was alone for so long and Harry fixed that,” he whispered harshly. “And now he’s gone and I need to wait again. I don’t know…”

“We’ll help you through this,” Rosalie promised, wrapping her arms around Edward’s frame. “You are not alone in this, Edward. We’ll help you, I swear it…”

After a few moments, Edward collected himself and stood up. “Let’s go,” he said hollowly.

The drive home only made him feel sick. They needed to leave, and Harry was supposed to find them all by himself. He closed his eyes, but Harry’s pleading face flashed vividly in his mind. Whimpering, he squeezed them tighter and breathed deeper.

As soon as they arrived at the house, Edward ran inside and found Alice. She looked better than when he’d left, but still worse than usual. Without a second thought, he grabbed her and pulled her into a hug. “It wasn’t your fault,” he whispered, “and I’m sorry.”

Rosalie quietly explained what they’d learned and before they knew it, the entire house was packed in boxes. Everything was ready to leave—except Edward’s room. He walked into his room and sank onto the floor, finding himself unable to sit on his couch. He held the vase of Harry’s dust in his hands with great care, staring into it aimlessly. The Forget-Me-Nots were on his knee as well as Harry’s bonding ring. He gently touched the petals, lost in thought.

“Need help?”

Edward raised his head. “I feel empty. I know the seer said Harry was coming back, but I…” he trailed off, shaking his head.

Esme smiled sadly. “None of that matters. Your mate is gone; you have every right to be upset,” she told him softly. “Come; we need to leave.”

Edward nodded his head and stood. Together they packed the rest of his things. He refused to let anyone touch Harry’s vase, the Forget-Me-Nots, and the bonding ring. When everything was packed and ready to leave, the Cullens met in the front of their soon-to-be old house.

“Where are we going?” Edward asked softly.

“Forks,” Carlisle said quietly. “We’re going back to Forks.”

Edward nodded his head and looked at the house one last time. He touched the bonding ring in his pocket. This was where he met Harry; where they shared sweet kisses and exchanged silly information about their lives. This was where he found his mate and where they shared painfully short, but blissfully sweet moments together.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

He pulled his hand out of his pocket. Edward got into his car and followed his family as they drove off and away from their former home.

Harry would find him.
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