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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 14 – A Rebuilt Life

“Among the stars and past the moon, I search forever more for you. I’ve never found you. As I watch the sunset, I think, where have you gone and where are you now? Forevermore, I wonder…”

/Edward/Harry

Nighttime was Edward’s favorite time. He would often gaze at the stars, wondering if his Harry was up there still being reborn after all this time or if he ever made it back down to Earth. Two years had passed since Harry’s untimely explosion, and Edward was becoming more depressed as the days rolled by. He desperately replayed the seer’s comforting words in his mind as well as his family’s assurances. That didn’t help too much, though. He missed and needed his mate.

With a sigh, Edward grabbed a lighter and lit the wicks on two long white candles. In between the candles was an urn he’d made in ceramics class containing the star dust. He’d painted stars on it; emerald green stars that couldn’t surpass the beauty of Harry’s eyes. It was a small tribute to his currently lost love.

“Spring’s nearly here,” Edward told the urn. “I can plant more Forget-Me-Nots when it’s warm enough.”

Edward had discovered that talking to the star dust in the urn helped curb some of the loneliness. Despite no response, he was still talking to Harry in a way and felt lighter after doing so. His family tried their best not to listen to his conversation (since soundproof walls made by humans could only do so much), aware of how personal his ritual was. It was, in a way, almost like writing in a diary except he was talking to the dust of his mate. Edward gently petted Harry’s bonding ring in his hand.

“I really miss you,” he confessed softly. “I know you’re going to come back, but it’s not the same without you. It’s funny, though I was lonely and sad before we met, that sinking feeling before seems like nothing now that I know you and don’t have you.”

He was silent for a few moments. Edward cleared his throat needlessly. “I ran into Chief Swan’s daughter earlier today. She’s new in town and she’ll be starting school tomorrow. Her name’s Isabella.” Edward frowned. “I don’t really like her. She’s clumsy and the way she talked to her dad rubbed me the wrong way.”

He shrugged his shoulders, glancing at the painting he’d finished earlier that was still drying. “There’s something funny smelling about her blood, too. At first it smelt really good and I thought she was my Singer, but then there was this disgusting scent of wet dog afterwards that made me want to go bury my head in the beach.”

Edward continued to babble about his day, as was tradition, as he set up another blank canvas and slipped Harry’s bonding ring onto a chain before slipping it over his neck. Paintings of Harry covered his wall. They didn’t compare to the real thing, but Edward enjoyed making them. His favorite had to be of the one he made as a memento of his and Harry’s first date at the beach, lying in the sand and holding hands as they shared tender kisses. Their legs were entwined together and they were so engrossed in each other that they didn’t realize how beautiful the sky was, a mix of emerald and topaz.

“Oddly enough, I can’t hear her thoughts.” He paused with a frown. “That’s actually more of a blessing than anything, really. I don’t need to lose any more IQ points listening to these humans drone on and on about who likes who and other mundane, useless prattle.”

Edward glanced at the urn with a small smile tugging at his lips. “The family is still waiting for your return. You’re taking a long time, though.” Edward chuckled slightly. “I want you now, but I guess waiting a few years is nothing compared to the lifetimes I’ve waited.”

He dipped his paintbrush in the black paint, and set to work on painting his Harry. “The bonding ring has been tingling lately. Are you trying to find me?” he asked hopefully.

Silence.

“If you need any help, we’re in Washington,” he supplied with a nod. “In a small town called Forks. Odd, I know, but it is what it is. Of course, you already knew this. I’ve only been telling you for the past two years. But, just in case you want the help, it’s there.”

Edward faltered in his brush strokes. “I’m really sad, aren’t I?” he mumbled softly. “I’m talking to an urn and painting you every spare moment I have.” He sighed and set his brush down. “I’ve been feeling kind of odd talking to you this past week and a half. It’s a weird feeling at the pit of my stomach and I just…God, I feel so stupid…”

Edward shook his head and stood up, making his way to the radio Emmett had gotten him last year. He turned the music on, not wanting to talk to the urn anymore and unable to stand the silence. With a deep sigh, he picked up his paintbrush and set to work again. The music danced around him softly, and he lost himself in the painting.

“Tell me that we belong together…” Edward sang sadly. His heart was so empty, yet felt so weighed down.

He hummed to the melody, a small smile dancing on his lips as he painted Harry’s cute, quirky grin. When Harry looked at him with that grin, he couldn’t stop his own lips from twitching upward. Harry’s expressions and emotions were infectious, and also evoked some amusement in Edward. He loved watching Harry’s moods change and what he loved even more was how he had a part in changing Harry’s moods. He made Harry laugh; he made Harry happy; he made Harry blush cutely. Edward realized that he wasn’t meant to be alone forever; he was just meant to wait for Harry.

It was a shame he realized it too late.

Frowning slightly, Edward put down the paintbrush and shut off the music. He left his room and went downstairs. Carlisle had a rare day off, and the rest of his family was in the living room enjoying their time together. Edward felt a little selfish for wanting to spend most of his time in his room with his dark cloud of suffering.

Ever since they moved back to Forks, his family had been treated like spun glass. They saved their intimate relations with each other for when they went out hunting and Edward stayed behind, or whenever Edward was away. He was grateful that they hadn’t wanted to remind him how he had painfully (albeit temporarily) lost his mate, but at the same time he was somewhat annoyed. It wasn’t like he’d lost his mate permanently, though the empty hole in his heart felt he had. Harry was going to come back to him.

Hopefully soon.

“Hey, Edward,” Alice said casually. “Welcome to the outside world.”

Edward cracked a smile at that. “Good to be back,” he murmured quietly.

“Is there anything you want to do?” Esme asked worriedly, compassion shining in her eyes.

‘She’s been worried about you lately,’ Jasper thought casually. ‘We all have.’

Edward winced slightly. “I’m fine,” he assured. “Just didn’t want to be in the room anymore.”

“I ran into Bella Swan,” Alice changed the subject. “She seems—”

“Nosy?” Rosalie supplied, her upper lip curled in distaste. “She asked about you, Edward.”

Edward shrugged his shoulders. “She almost ran into me and managed to drop my paints at the store,” he told them. He frowned slightly. “Was it just me or did she smell kind of like—”

“Wet dog? It wasn’t you.” Rosalie rolled her eyes and flipped her hair back. “She must’ve been around those mutts on the reservation.”

“Chief Swan and Billy Black are close,” Carlisle reminded them.

“Doesn’t mean they should pollute the air with wolf stench,” Rosalie hissed, her nose wrinkled.

“She’s going to be in your art class, Edward,” Alice told him softly.

“Great, just what I needed.” Edward sighed.

Emmett whistled. “Sorry, bro,” he boomed. “But it could be worse. Jasper could be stuck with the human.”

Jasper gave the taller vampire a withering glare. Just because he had the hardest time adjusting to their lifestyle didn’t mean Emmett could point it out every spare moment he had. “Whatever,” he grumbled.

“We’re also going to get a visitor. Another vampire,” Alice informed them, her eyes glazed over. “He heard about us from the Denali clan.”

Esme frowned slightly. “Why didn’t they tell us?” she wondered aloud.

Alice shrugged. “He’s not a threat. Maybe they saw no need.”

They remained quiet for a bit. Edward cleared his throat. When he had their attention, he stood up and began to pace before speaking. “I think I owe you guys an apology,” he started.

“Edward,” Carlisle attempted.

“No, please let me finish.” When they didn’t interrupt him further, he continued, “I realized something a little earlier. Ever since Harry ex…ever since he began the transformation, I haven’t been very good company. Losing Harry is definitely one of the worst experiences I’ve ever had, and I doubt I’ll get over it until he’s here with us. But, I shouldn’t have just shut you guys out like I did, and I’m sorry. I know you were trying to help, but I didn’t want to hear any of it.”

Esme jumped out of her seat and engulfed him in a hug. “We know how hard it’s been, Edward,” she whispered soothingly. “You aren’t to blame for anything. It was quite sudden, just up and moving back to Forks. Doing so after just losing your mate had to have been excruciatingly painful, and we understand. You aren’t alone, Edward. Until Harry gets back, we’ll help you get through this. Okay?”

Edward smiled and hugged her back. “Yes. Thank you,” he said sincerely.

The tender moment was spoiled somewhat when Emmett yelled, “GROUP HUG!” and proceeded to jump on Edward’s back. The air immediately felt lighter and was filled with laughter as they all enclosed Edward in a bundle of unconditional love. He felt the bonding ring around his neck become slightly warm, as if Harry himself was trying to comfort him.

Edward’s smile widened. He wouldn’t be happy without Harry by his side, but he’d make it with his family’s help.

“Come, I want to show you guys something.”

He led them to his room, his sanctuary since they moved to Forks. The first month and a half, just before school started, he’d locked himself in his room and forbade everyone from entering. He’d grieved alone all day until it was time to feed, where he was promptly accosted by Rosalie who had taken it upon herself to inform him that he was no longer allowed to banish himself to solitary confinement. They still respected his space and never entered his room, but were more active in trying to get him to cheer up (as much as one could after experiencing their mate’s demise).

Esme gasped when she entered, her hand moving to her mouth. “Edward, these are wonderful,” she breathed, gazing at the paintings in awe.

“I feel better when I paint him,” Edward admitted. “It fills the void for a while.”

“You’re really good,” Rosalie said softly, her fingers gently tracing the border of one of the best (in her opinion) paintings on the wall. In it Edward had his arms wrapped around Harry’s slightly smaller frame. Harry’s eyes were lit brightly, smiling widely as Edward kissed him on the temple. It was beautiful.

“Thanks.” Edward was slightly embarrassed that his family was seeing the intimately personal paintings he’d worked on, but that was overcome with a happy feeling. It felt good to let them in again.

He glanced around at all of the paintings on his wall and at the urn. His hand reached up to touch the bonding ring on the chain, and he smiled a little. Life would never be the same without Harry, he knew this. Harry was too precious to live without. But he’d make sure that when his mate finally returned, he had something good to come back to. He wanted their reunion to be as happy and special as their first date was.

Edward glanced out the window as Harry’s bonding ring warmed slightly. He’d make sure their reunion was perfect.
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