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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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Epilogue – A Happily Ever After

"Stars are out tonight and you're the brightest one shining in my sky. It's like every wish I ever made came true the day I woke up lying next to you."

/Edward/Harry

Edward was hiding something.

Harry frowned and tapped his chin in contemplation. His mate had been acting funny ever since their graduation two months ago. It was as if Edward didn’t want Harry to figure something out, which was somewhat puzzling since they told each other everything.

At least, Harry thought they told each other everything.

He couldn’t quite figure out what Edward was hiding, though. He knew Edward wasn’t having an affair. No, his mate was much too honorable for that (and he’d be able to smell another’s scent, thanks to his heightened senses). Still, the way he would sneak around was fishy in Harry’s book. His frown deepened. What could Edward possibly have to hide?

Harry heard the phone ring and grinned when he heard his friend’s voice over it. “Harry, phone!” he heard Esme call needlessly.

He ran down the stairs and purred into the phone, “And how is your wolfy mate, Miss Swan?”

Harry had found a surprising friend in Isabella Swan when he officially started at Forks High the day after he’d found Edward. At first he’d been kinda skeptical, having heard her talk with her friends about how attractive she found him and his mate. However, there was something about her that made him, albeit hesitantly, befriend her.

It definitely helped that she was the imprint of Jacob Black. His connection to her certainly helped the Cullens and the shifter pack become slightly amiable towards each other, though it required severe squinting to see the actual change.

Edward still cringed in disgust when Bella came over and made sure he took Jasper with him to feed during those visits. Alice, Emmett, Carlisle, and Esme hadn’t minded her presence and treated her as well as they treated each other. Rosalie, on the other hand, would look down her nose at the human and would comment under her breath at Harry’s lack of taste in associates. Knowing her, Harry merely laughed it off.

“He’s great,” Isabella said, giggling. “I actually called to ask you something.”

Harry frowned slightly at the nervousness in her tone. Before he could respond with anything, Alice came running into the room, jumping up and down as she squealed, “Awwwww! Congratulations, Harry! You too, Bella!”

“What was that about?” Harry asked, confused. He could tell Isabella was fidgeting over the phone.

“I’m expecting something in a few months,” she blurted out, “of the small, adorable, and possibly blue or pink variety.”

Harry blinked before his eyes widened in understanding. “Oh, wow, congratulations!” he gushed. “How far along are you exactly?”

“Two months,” Isabella said dreamily, reminding Harry momentarily of Luna Lovegood.

“Oh, so that means you two were…freaky…on graduation day, huh?” Harry teased.

“Harry!” Isabella said, scandalized. “You’re making me almost regret my decision to call you.”

Harry laughed. “What was it that you wanted to ask me?”

Isabella turned bashful again. “Well, you’ve been a really good friend to me since we first met, and I was kinda hoping you could…possibly…be the baby’s godfather.”

Harry gasped before nodding his head. He realized Isabella couldn’t see him and he said, “I’d love to.”

Isabella squealed happily. Edward took this moment to come home from wherever he’d snuck off to, heard her, threw Harry an annoyed look, and promptly walked back outside, muttering, “Stupid human girl can’t keep away from my mate.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Hey, Bella, I’m going to have to call you back. We can talk all about the baby and plan later, okay?”

“Is something wrong?” Isabella asked, a frown evident in her voice.

“Nah, Edward’s just being silly and that’s my cue to give him some more attention,” Harry replied easily, grinning at his mate’s hopeful scowl through the window.

Isabella laughed. “I’ll leave you to it,” she teased. “Remember, use protection.”

“You’d know about that, eh?”

Harry laughed at the dial tone. He hung up the phone and sauntered outside the house, wrapping his arms around his mate’s neck.

“I still don’t like her,” Edward grumbled.

“You don’t have to,” Harry whispered. “But I’d really like to…like…you right now.”

Edward grinned, ignored the coughed comments on their sexual life courtesy of Emmett, and kissed Harry thoroughly. He absently flipped Emmett off when the comments became more personal. “Ah, well, I suppose we should go upstairs then.”

Harry laughed. “I don’t know. I think Emmett wanted to watch us.”

Emmett looked scandalized and stood up as gracefully as someone of his build could. “I’ll just go find my Rose. It’s obvious that the two of you are hormone-driven, and I have no desire to see my brothers doing the nasty, thank you very much,” he said haughtily as he nearly glided back into the house.

Edward snorted. “Oh, look, Harry, he’s been taking princess lessons from Rosalie,” he murmured into his mate’s ear, grinning at Emmett’s outraged protest and Harry’s shiver.

Harry shook his head. “I’m in the mood for a shower,” he said quietly, laughing when Edward tossed him over his mate’s shoulder and walked up the stairs.

“Honestly, you two,” Esme said from her spot in the living room, shaking her head and smiling. She stood along with the rest of their siblings who rolled their eyes and made lewd comments. “We’re just going to go feed for a while.”

It was an unspoken agreement that whenever a couple decided to have sex, the rest of the family would vacate. Of course, Emmett had learned early on that sometimes being away for only one hour was just not enough. He’d shrieked when he heard Edward and Harry still going at it and ran back into the forest, leaping into a laughing Rosalie’s arms and crying about never getting the sounds out of his head. Harry had been embarrassed at first, especially since Emmett couldn’t keep his latest tragic ordeal to himself and decided to warn the rest of the family.

Harry had his revenge months later when he “accidentally” stumbled on Emmett and Rosalie during one of their kinky games. It was then that he realized why exactly Sirius had loved taking pictures of his pranks; it provided excellent blackmail material. Emmett still hadn’t figured out that Rosalie was the mastermind behind the kinky pictures. Apparently, it made their sex life hotter.

When they reached the bathroom, Edward put Harry down and began to slowly strip, well aware of his mate’s eyes on him. He smirked knowingly at Harry as he wiggled out of his tight jeans and underwear before leaning over and turning on the water. They had discovered early on in their relationship that having sex in the shower was thrilling and something they greatly enjoyed. With the water running down their bodies and having only the wet, slippery tiles to hold onto, the sensations accompanied with sex seemed to heighten and explode.

The first time they tried it, however, the intensity had caused them to accidentally break the glass doors and kick out part of the tub. Esme had moaned when she saw the state of her lovely bathroom, and Emmett couldn’t stop laughing. In the end, the bathroom was remodeled and they had a bigger bathtub/shower to prevent further damages.

It was an excellent decision.

Harry peeled off his clothes, watching lustfully as Edward stepped into the shower and moaned as the water trickled down his body. The ex-star exhaled needlessly at Edward, marveling at his Adonis figure before he made his way into the shower. He pressed his lips against Edward’s chastely before grabbing the shower loufah and soap. When he had worked it into a lather, Harry slowly and diligently began to scrub Edward’s body.

He started with the strong arms, his fingertips just brushing the trembling biceps. Harry languidly kissed Edward’s neck, nibbling on it and sucking gently. Edward gave a soft moan of contentment, encouraging the pampering his mate was giving him. Harry grinned, moving the loufah to Edward’s sides, chest, and abdomen. He delighted in the excited hiss Edward let out after the loufah brushed against hardened nipples.

Harry bypassed Edward’s proud and aroused manhood, opting to drop to his knees and scrub Edward’s sculpted thighs and nice legs. When he reached Edward’s feet, he made his way back up, glancing into Edward’s eyes before he leaned forward to catch the head of Edward’s manhood in his mouth.

“Yes,” Edward hissed, closing his eyes as his hand snaked down to grab Harry’s wet hair firmly. “Fuck, Harry…”

Harry groaned around Edward’s flesh, bobbing his head up and down. He loved having the ability to melt Edward into a puddle of goo. His cheeks hallowed as he sucked hard, eliciting appreciative moans from between Edward’s lips. Before he could get too carried away, he pulled away and stood up. “Turn around,” he whispered in Edward’s ear.

Edward shivered and turned, bracing his hands against the tiled wall and bending over slightly. Harry dropped the loufah and caressed Edward’s body from his back to his ass. Getting back down on his knees, Harry boldly spread Edward’s cheeks and swiped his tongue across the entrance. Edward made a guttural sound in the back of his throat and was caught between naturally thrusting his hips forward and pushing his backside towards Harry to get more of that pleasure.

The latter won. Harry thrust his tongue in and out, smirking when Edward panted and moaned helplessly. He saw one of Edward’s hands snake down to grasp himself and Harry quickly stood, smacking the hand away. Edward nearly growled in frustration, but Harry just pressed himself against his mate, panting and grinding.

Two fingers found their way near Edward’s mouth, and he began to suck them eagerly. He imagined himself on his knees in front of Harry, tasting and teasing the aroused flesh. Harry pulled them away quickly, shivering in anticipation. One finger breached Edward’s entrance and he pushed his hips back, letting his head against the wall. Another joined, and soon three fingers were inside him, probing and searching for that glorious spot that made him—

“Fuck!” Edward cried out, rocking his hips. “More, Harry!”

Harry grinned and teased Edward’s prostate, enjoying Edward’s reaction. Then he removed his fingers altogether, ignored Edward’s protest, and used his still-soapy hand to lube himself up. “Ready?” he breathed, his hands gripping Edward’s hips tightly.

Edward didn’t respond, opting to thrust his ass towards Harry’s groin.

Lining himself with Edward’s entrance, Harry slowly entered his mate. He paused for the briefest of seconds before pulling out and thrusting back in. Edward cried out, his legs shaking as Harry began to build up speed. “Yes!” Edward groaned, pushing back as Harry brushed his prostate. “Oh, fuck…”

Harry panted, using his grip on Edward’s hips to pull his mate back as he thrust forward. He set a fast pace and watched as Edward’s body seemed to swallow his manhood. There was a coiling in his abdomen, and Harry snaked one of his hands to jerk Edward.

Edward screamed as he came, ropes of pearly white shooting onto the tile wall.

Harry came shortly after, Edward’s passage squeezing him pushing him over the edge. They panted for a while and stood motionless before Harry pulled out and Edward let out a low chuckle. “We’re dirty again,” he murmured, giving Harry a heated grin.

Harry laughed breathlessly. “Can’t have that, can we?”

Edward kissed Harry hard, running his hands over his mate’s body. They didn’t leave the bathroom for a while, only shutting off the water and stopping their mutual worship over each other’s bodies when Emmett screamed as he entered the house, “You had better be done! I don’t want to hear anything!”

Harry snorted. “Then you should’ve stayed in the forest,” he grumbled good-naturedly, knowing Emmett could hear him.

Edward laughed, stepping out of the shower and toweling off before he proceeded to dry Harry. “Yes, well, we all know Emmett has some voyeur tendencies.”

“Do not!” Emmett screamed from downstairs.

Harry and Edward ignored him as they dressed and entered the living room. “Of course you don’t,” Harry chirped.

Before Emmett could think of anything witty, the rest of the family entered the house. Alice looked pointedly at Edward, who nodded with a somewhat hesitant grin. Harry glanced at them suspiciously.

“Harry, you know how we have to move to avoid suspicion?” Edward asked him.

Harry cocked an eyebrow, but nodded his head. “Yes, I know. Have we decided where we’re going yet?”

Edward scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “That’s the thing,” he said slowly. “You see, your birthday is in a few days and I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Warmth and nervousness filled Harry. “Go on,” he said encouragingly.

“I’ve already picked out the place and whatnot. All we need to do is move there. It’s in a magical community, and if you like it, we were thinking of staying there permanently,” Edward blurted out. “You can even keep in touch with that human girl and her mutt.”

Harry gave Edward a look. “Jacob’s not too bad, and neither is Bella,” he said admonishingly. “And why are you so nervous? I mean, I’m kinda disappointed that you already chose without me, but I’m really happy that you had me in mind.”

Alice stood and, after a nod from Edward, moved next to Harry and put her hand on his shoulder. “What Edward is trying and failing to tell you is that our new home would be in Britain, in a recently developed complex for magical creatures and beings in Ottery St. Catchpole.”

Britain? Ottery St. Catchpole? The Burrow?

Harry froze, looking at his mate with wide eyes. “What?” he whispered, shocked.

“We know how important your family is to you, and we wanted you to be near them now that you’re not banned from Britain by that ridiculous council anymore,” Edward said softly, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Harry looked around the room at the other Cullens. “You all agree with this?” he asked quietly.

Esme and Carlisle beamed at him. “It would be an honor to live with you in the world that you belong to where we can don’t have to constantly move around,” the doctor said kindly.

“It’ll be fun,” Emmett said loudly, grinning from ear to ear.

Jasper chuckled. “I think we’ve spent more than enough time in this world,” he added. “It’ll be interesting to meet people you grew up with.”

“Imagine the clothes!” Alice squealed. Rosalie nodded in agreement, smirk firmly planted on her face. “I hear Wizarding fashion has improved tremendously thanks to Pansy Parkinson and her wife Lavender Brown-Parkinson. We’ve already seen some of their clothing designs, and let me tell you, they are absolutely divine!”

“Parkinson and Lavender?” Harry asked, shocked. He blinked a few times and shook his head. “Wow, I didn’t see that one coming.”

“You knew them?” Rosalie asked curiously.

“They were in my year with Lavender in the same house as me, Gryffindor, and Parkinson in our rival House, Slytherin,” Harry explained, feeling somewhat detached.

He couldn’t believe they of all people had hooked up. It didn’t matter, of course, considering he wasn’t close to either of them, but it only seemed to emphasize how he’d missed certain events of the Wizarding world. Granted, it was partly his fault for neglecting his star duties and getting banned from the skies of Britain. He’d briefly entertained the thought of what would’ve happened if he hadn’t been banned, but immediately pushed that out of his head. If he’d stayed hovering over Britain, he never would’ve met Edward and he was more than happy with his mate.

“So…are you okay with us moving there?” Esme asked somewhat hesitantly, seeing him battling some emotions.

Harry bowed his head, a strangled laugh escaping him. “Thank you,” he whispered, looking up at his vampire family. “Thank you so much. It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

Edward smiled, relieved by Harry’s reaction, and enveloped his mate in a hug. “We’ve done a ton of research about it, and we can Floo there. We also had some goblins put up very strong wards.”

“How could you afford it?” Harry asked, gaping slightly.

Carlisle chuckled. “As a doctor, I’m already being paid more than enough to provide for our family. Think of how much we’ve saved and accumulated over the years. Besides, Alice had suggested back in 1975 that Microsoft would be something great to buy stock in.”

Alice grinned. “I do love knowing the future,” she cackled.

Edward rolled his eyes before standing. “Come on,” he said softly, tugging at Harry’s hand. “We can go see it now.”

“Wait,” Harry cried, letting go of Edward’s hand with his eyes wide. “Wait, this is just so…I need a moment to…”

Edward blinked, a little shocked, but then nodded his head sheepishly. “It’s a bit much to take in, isn’t it?” he mumbled.

Harry nodded his head, swallowing thickly. “I want to go, but…I mean…I’m fairly certain the Weasleys will still be in the Burrow, which is in Ottery St. Catchpole, and I’m just… What if we run into them? What if they’re angry with me? They’ve spent all these years thinking I was dead and then I just suddenly waltz into their lives?”

Edward gently grasped Harry’s chin and made him look into his eyes. “They’re your family,” he murmured softly. “They will love and accept you no matter what.”

Harry blinked before nodding his head. “You’re right. Of course you’re right; you’re obscenely old. Old people are very wise,” he babbled.

Edward glared slightly at his mate for the mention of his age again before transferring his glare to his family who tried to hide their laughter while some (Emmett, that twat) chortled at his expense. “Ready to go?” he asked Harry, ignoring Emmett’s taunting thoughts.

Harry took in a deep, unnecessary breath before nodding and standing up. “I wasn’t a Gryffindor for nothing,” he murmured. “Might as well face my fate with my head held high.”

Edward gave Harry a small, proud smile. “Our Floo address is Veggie Vamps.”

Harry snorted. “Were the cool names taken?” he teased.

Alice left before returning in the blink of an eye with a container of Floo powder. “Here you go,” she said gently with a smile.

Harry stared at the powder, his dead heart feeling as if it were thrumming wildly in his chest. The last time he used Floo powder was in the year 2000, just before he’d died. He had fire called Mione to set up their lunch date. His eyes glazed over slightly. That was around nine years ago. His hand slightly trembling as he grabbed a handful of Floo powder, his magic crawling under his skin in excitement, Harry walked briskly over to the fireplace. He glanced at his vampire family once more and grinned before tossing the powder into the fire and calling, “Veggie Vamps!”

It was quite a travel, to say the least. When he was alive, he never traveled across the ocean. He could see other fireplaces and pure magic swirling around him as he was swept to his new home. Despite having a supernatural grace, it seemed Harry still hadn’t mastered the art of landing on his own two feet when traveling. He pouted slightly before standing up and waving the wand he’d gotten a couple of years ago to rid himself of the soot.

Harry’s breath caught in his throat as he took in his new surroundings. The new house—or rather, what he could see of it—was absolutely breathtaking. A sniffle escaped him when he saw the photos on the fireplace. They were of him and Edward embracing, tenderness and love clearly visible in their stances. There was one of the time he and Emmett had gotten into a paint war and poor Jasper was caught in the crossfire. The three of them were covered in bright colors and their expressions were happy; a perfect image of sibling love forever frozen in time.

The moving pictures, however, caused his unbeating heart to clench almost painfully. Images of him, Ron, and Hermione in their Hogwarts uniforms made him want to cry, especially when Ron and Hermione in the picture grabbed him and tried to give him noogies. Another picture showed Fred and George looking shocked as the boxes in their hands exploded, covering them in slime and flour. It was the only time Harry had been able to prank them. Even in the photo, it was obvious that George was missing an ear and Fred had a horribly disfiguring scar from just above his left eyebrow trailing downwards to his right shoulder. Harry stared at the wounds covered slightly from the mess in the photo solemnly; disfiguration was a hell of a lot better than death.

The other picture made him snort. It was taken seven months after the war ended. He and Draco Malfoy shook hands hesitantly, both their noses scrunching in distaste. They were nowhere near friends or even allies, but in order to work at Hogwarts together, Headmistress McGonagall had demanded a (despite the hesitant nature of it) truce. The only thing that truce had ever led to was them toning down their childish rivalry until they were in private. There was, of course, the occasional heated argument at the Head Table while they kicked each other, but it didn’t contain the same level of vicious cruelty it used to. The death of his father and godfather had really helped mature Malfoy, even if he would forever be a brat who lived off his daddy’s money in Harry’s eyes.

Harry blinked in surprise at the next picture. It was a still, Muggle photo and obviously old. In it, his mother and Severus Snape were actually smiling. They were sitting at a table in a library, books chaotically surrounding them. He still didn’t like the git, and probably never would, but Snape had sacrificed a great deal, and ultimately his life, to making sure Harry had won the war. Alongside the mutual dislike was a begrudging amount of respect that Harry acknowledged with a solemn nod at the picture, even if the bitter old Potions Master could not and would not ever be able to see it.

Another picture that softened Harry’s eyes was one of Remus and Nymphadora Lupin smiling at him. Remus’ hands were placed over her swollen belly, and his smile radiated pride. It’d broken Harry’s heart when he saw their bodies placed with the other fatalities of the Battle of Hogwarts. They had a son, and they would never be able to watch him grow. It was so painfully parallel to Harry’s own life that he’d vowed to make sure his little godson was the happiest little boy in the world. His grandmother, Andromeda, was more than capable of doting on her daughter’s son. Still, Harry had wanted to be there for Teddy in the absence of his parents.

Then, of course, he’d died just before Teddy’s second birthday and was unable to do anything. His godson would be attending Hogwarts this year.

Harry stared at all of the pictures adorning the walls, marveling at the sheer number of them. His heart was about ready to burst with happiness and nostalgia; how on earth did Edward and the rest of his vampire family acquire all of the pictures? Did they have any idea how much it meant to him?

Of course they did. Harry smiled and continued to explore his new dwelling, paying no mind to the arrival of the Cullens with, what he assumed, was the rest of their things from Forks. It was rather easy to find his and Edward’s room. It was such a smooth combination of both of their personalities that Harry couldn’t help but marvel at how made for each other he and his mate were. He was so lucky…

Edward knocked on the door to their bedroom. “Do you like it?” he asked quietly.

Harry walked towards his mate with slow purpose and kissed him deeply, slowly, sweetly, tenderly, madly. “I can’t…I can’t explain in words how happy I am,” he whispered roughly. “I’d accepted that my past was to be left behind and though I was saddened, the prospect of a future with you and everyone else had eased that pain. I never imagined that I’d be able to have my cake and eat it, too.”

Edward chuckled lowly. “I’m not done with your birthday surprise,” he whispered before bending slightly and kissing Harry chastely. “I’m sort of afraid you’ll be overwhelmed by the next one.”

Harry softly peppered Edward’s face with kisses, needing to express the strong emotions within him. “You’ve done more than enough,” Harry said breathily. “I’ve never been so happy.”

“I think you’ll love the next surprise even more,” Edward murmured.

Harry pulled away, looking at his mate with a curious eye. “What is it?”

Edward shook his head. “I’ll be taking you somewhere, but you’ll need to be blindfolded.”

Harry bit his lip. “O…kay…” he said slowly. “I trust you.”

Edward gave him a heart-stopping grin (and he knew it stopped hearts; stupid human girls didn’t understand the concept of taken) and reached into his back pocket to pull out a long strip of silky red fabric. He tied it around Harry’s head and led him down the stairs and out the house. Harry could hear the Cullens following them. When they left the sanctuary of their new home, Harry could suddenly hear and smell other magical creatures and beings around them. He could hear children squealing and running around.

Edward led him quickly down a dirt road. It smelt somewhat familiar to him, but Harry brushed that off as him simply recalling the scent of his home country. His magic could feel a slight tingle as they passed through wards and he frowned slightly. He couldn’t hear or smell anything other than grass, dirt, and wood. Before he could open his mouth and ask, the blindfold was removed and he sucked in a sharp breath.

The Burrow hadn’t changed at all in the past nine years. It didn’t feel like nearly a decade had passed; instead, it was as if Harry had been gone mere days. His hand reached out to grasp Edward’s arm and he squeezed, staring at the place where his summers had always been the greatest.

“What if they’re angry with me?” he asked quietly despite the fact that his question had been answered nearly an hour ago.

Esme came up behind him and squeezed his shoulder. “They’re family,” she whispered soothingly. “They’ll understand.”

Harry nodded his head, understanding but still not quite believing it. He took one step towards the Burrow, then another, and another until he was at the front door. With a shaky sigh, he reached up and knocked softly on the door before he could lose his nerve.

He waited impatiently, attempting in vain to flatten his still wild hair and smooth his wrinkled shirt. Harry had gotten so used to his vampire senses that not being able to hear or smell anything inside of the Burrow was rather disconcerting and put him on edge. Maybe they weren’t home? Maybe the wards surrounding the property told them he was a vampire and they didn’t want one of his kind there? Nah, that was just silly. Harry kicked that thought out of his head; Hermione had stood up for werewolves, centaurs, house elves, and giants. Surely something like him being a vampire would be of no consequence.

The door opened before he could further ponder. He stared at Hermione Weasley with no small amount of anxiety. She looked almost exactly the same. Her hair was still bushy, her teeth were fixed though still a tad big, and she wore Muggle clothing. It took all of two seconds for her to react, and he flinched at the anger and pain that shone in her eyes. Her wand was out and at his throat in three and a half seconds, grudgingly impressing him with her speed.

“Why can’t you people leave it be?” she whispered harshly as her eyes welled with tears. “I get it, Harry was the savior and your beacon of light and your precious hope in one fantastic package, but he’s dead! He saved the whole bloody world for you; can’t you let him find peace in the afterlife? Polyjuicing into him won’t bring him back! You ought to be ashamed of yourself!”

Harry blinked in shock. “What?” he asked, startled.

Hermione faltered slightly before she dug her wand a little more into his neck. “Sounding like him, too? I’ll admit that’s more advanced than any of the other fakers that tried to pull this crap, but you made a mistake coming here today! You have ten seconds to get off this property or I’ll show you exactly how I helped Harry in the war!”

Harry gave her a small, sad smile at the threat. She didn’t need to show him; he knew first-hand what she could do. Still, the thought of other people trying to pass themselves off as him broke his heart. As if seeing her friend die in front of her wasn’t enough, she also had to deal with imposters trying to pass themselves off as the famous Harry Potter. “It really is me, Mione,” he whispered.

Hermione angrily brushed away the stray tears that escaped her eyes. She eyed the Cullens behind the ‘imposter-Harry’ who looked protective and yet, at the same time, bitterly understanding. “Harry is dead,” she hissed coldly. “I saw him die. There was no way he could’ve become a vampire.”

“Vampires aren’t immune to Veritaserum,” Harry pointed out quietly.

Hermione’s eyes widened and she aimed her wand. “Finite Incantatem,” she murmured. When nothing changed, she immediately began casting all the revealing spells she had in her arsenal (which had grown significantly in nine years), her eyes widening when Harry gave her a sad yet bemused look. “Ron! Ron, get out here!”

Harry could smell his old best mate running towards the door, alarmed at Hermione’s panicked tone. He looked at Ron Weasley with a small grin. The red-haired wizard hadn’t changed much, either. Ron had grown at least another three inches and he had a slight tan, probably from being out on the job. His freckles stood out on his face, and he had rice stuck on the side of his face. Harry guessed they’d been eating and, knowing Ron, his old friend had tried to inhale the food.

Ron took one look at Harry before he, too, had his wand out in seconds. “Blimey, you people don’t know when to quit, do you?” he demanded angrily. “Get off my property before I haul you in!”

Hermione clutched at his arm, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head. “Get your Veritaserum,” she whispered insistently. “Please, quickly!”

Ron looked confused. “What?” he asked incredulously. “Hermione, you can’t believe—”

“Ron, he’s not wearing a glamour and he hasn’t taken any appearance-altering potions,” Hermione exclaimed. She made a wild gesture with her hands. “Check for yourself!”

Ron looked more than a bit skeptical, but did as she said, his face growing paler when the results showed no sort of deception. He ran back inside his house, ignoring his children’s inquiries, and found his Auror pack. Grabbing out the bottle of Veritaserum, he rushed back to the front door. “Do you consent to consuming five drops of Veritaserum, the standard for vampire suspects, on the tongue?” he asked formally, his voice subdued and wavering.

Harry nodded his head. “I do,” he murmured.

Ron quickly administered the five drops and waited for Harry’s eyes to be glazed over. “What is your name?”

“Harry James Potter-Cullen,” Harry said dazedly.

“When were you born?” Hermione asked.

“In Godric’s Hollow on July 31, 1980.”

“Did you die on April 24, 2000?”

“I did,” Harry admitted. “I jumped in front of Mione and took a cutting curse to the throat.”

Hermione let out a small cry. “What is your Patronus form? When did you learn it? How did we free Buckbeak and Sirius in third year? How are you here if you said you died?”

“A stag, my father’s Animagus form. I learned it from Remus Lupin in third year after I fell off my broom during Quidditch. It was the first game I ever lost. We used your Time Turner to free Buckbeak and Sirius.” Harry paused and smiled. “Ron thought he was going bonkers because it seemed like we were in two places at once. He’d wondered how you’d done it all year. After my death, I was reborn.”

Hermione shook slightly and had to take deep breaths to calm herself. “What do you mean rebirth?” she whispered.

“I mean I was given the means to find my life mate and then I was reborn into the same race as my life mate, a vampire,” Harry answered. His eyes slowly lost the dazed look as the Veritaserum began to wear off.

“How long have you been a vampire?” Ron questioned, his face regaining some of its color.

“I became a vampire in 2005. Four years.”

“What were you before you were a vampire?” Hermione wiped her eyes.

“I…cannot say…” Harry grimaced, the strong blocks concerning his former star self tightening ever so slightly. The council, after all, could not let word get out of their existence. He blinked dazedly as the Veritaserum faded completely.

For a moment, nobody seemed to move. The Cullens behind Harry, Edward especially, looked slightly uncomfortable. Harry chewed on his lower lip.

Hermione stood up, her expression blank. Harry flinched slightly, but blinked in surprise when Hermione attacked him, her hair ending up in his mouth as her arms tried to squeeze him as tightly as she could without injuring herself. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, her shoulders shaking slightly. “I don’t…I can’t believe…I’m so, so sorry you died…”

Harry hugged her back carefully. “It wasn’t your fault Hermione,” he said gently. “I’d made my decision, and if I had to go back and redo it, I wouldn’t.”

Ron stared at Harry in awe for a few more moment before he grinned slowly and a chuckle escaped him. “Only you, Harry,” he said weakly. “These things always happen to you.”

Harry pouted slightly, but smiled as Hermione let out a watery giggle. “I can see how that’s true,” he grumbled. He brightened suddenly. “Let me introduce you to the other members of my family. This is Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, and Edward. Edward’s mine.”

Hermione laughed, wiping away the tears that seemed to continue to pour. “It’s nice to meet you all,” she said hoarsely. “Come in, come in.”

“You have a lovely home,” Esme said warmly.

“It’s been in the family,” Ron said. He looked at Harry and grinned. “We’ve a lot more space now. Mione figured out how to expand the house on the inside without changing the integrity of it.”

Hermione flushed, pleased. “Where are you from?” she asked the Cullens, quickly changing the subject.

The next two hours were spent explaining their lives in America. Hermione listened, fascinated, and was exceptionally happy that Harry had gotten a Muggle education. They chattered aimlessly for a long time, and his best friends introduced their five children to Harry. If he could cry, Harry would’ve wept when Hermione had introduced their oldest son as Harry Weasley. He hadn’t known they’d named their son after him, and it touched him.

Hermione and Ron also brought him up to date with the events of the Wizarding world. So thankful that Harry had saved them, there was a statue of him in Diagon Alley. Harry cringed at that. He also found out that the small organization he’d founded for the better treatment of magical creatures in memory of Remus had grown and expanded under Molly and Arthur Weasley’s care. With Arthur retired and all of their children grown, the two had worked hard to accomplish Harry’s goal. It certainly explained why the complex the Cullens moved to was near Ottery St. Catchpole.

The twins’ business boomed and they had stores all over the world. They were also quite wealthy and enjoyed buying bright, neon suits that they wore to every Weasley dinner. Fred had three children, two boys and a girl, and his wife, Angelina Johnson, had died three years ago when she’d been caught in the crossfire between Aurors and the last of the Death Eaters. George, on the other hand, was living the life as a bachelor and enjoyed doting on the many nieces and nephews he had.

Bill and Fleur also managed to make it to at least one Weasley dinner every couple of months with their twin boys. Bill no longer worked as a curse breaker for Gringotts, opting instead to help with the werewolf foundation since Greyback’s claws had left him with a wolfish side.

Charlie was married to another dragon tamer he’d met in Romania. His husband, Matt, had opted to stay at home after they’d adopted their daughter six years ago. As far as Ron had heard, Charlie was nearing the appropriate retirement age for such a dangerous profession and had plans on moving back to Britain to be closer to his family.

Percy managed to keep his head out of his arse and still kept in touch with the family, making Molly very happy. His wife, Penelope, was currently expecting fraternal twins and because of the pregnancy, had been confined to bed rest. Still, the Weasleys always managed to find time to stop by and make sure she was eating a lot. Molly especially loved to show her Percy’s baby albums and share experiences with her. Percy still hadn’t quite forgiven his mother for showing his wife the picture of him running around naked with his diaper on his head.

Ginny had gotten back together and married Dean Thomas. Because of her Quidditch profession, they hadn’t yet been able to have kids (much to Ron’s relief, since Ginny would forever remain his little sister and, married or not, he’d hate to have to kill his old dorm mate for sullying his sister’s innocence. He, of course, ignored Hermione when she pointed out that Ginny and Dean were not a virgin couple and had been married for seven years).

Harry was especially happy to hear that despite Andromeda’s old age, she was still taking excellent care of Teddy who proudly boasted about his brave parents and his awesome godfather. Now that Harry was back in Britain, he could spend time with his godchildren and be there for them in a way that Sirius, though he loved the man, hadn’t ever been able to be for him.

“You have to celebrate Harry Potter Day with us,” Ron said, grinning widely as the clock struck one o’clock in the morning.

“Celebrate what?” Harry yelped, gaping.

Hermione laughed. “Your birthday is a national holiday,” she said, chuckling at his flabbergasted expression. “There’s a massive Weasley celebration every Harry Potter Day.”

Harry buried his head in his hands, ignoring the laughs that elicited. “I’m probably the youngest wizard to have a holiday,” he groaned. He sat up and blinked. “Am I the only wizard to have a holiday?”

Ron shrugged. “Don’t know, can’t say that I cared to find out too much.” He yawned. “Alright. I’ve got work in the morning—er, later today—and I need some sleep.”

The Cullens stood as a group. “We’ll come by tomorrow,” Harry promised with a smile. “We actually live in the complex down the road.”

Hermione grinned, her eyes becoming slightly moist as she hugged her best friend. “I’m so glad you’re back,” she whispered roughly before kissing him on the cheek. “We’ll walk you out.”

They continued to talk as they walked out the door. “And our Floo address is Veggie Vamps,” Alice chirped happily. “So feel free to call us anytime.”

“And she means any time. It gets somewhat boring when you don’t sleep,” Emmett mused, much to everyone’s amusement.

“Oh, wow. I’ve never seen so many shooting stars,” Ron gasped, looking at the sky.

Harry looked up at the sky with a smile. “Pretty,” he murmured, his smile turning into a grin. When he was one of those stars, he’d never thought about how the inhabitants of Earth would feel looking at shooting stars. He’d been too preoccupied in his grief.

Edward wrapped his arms around his mate, kissing his temple gently. “You should make a wish. You never know what’ll happen when you wish upon a star,” he said, winking at Ron and Hermione.

The Cullens laughed, confusing the two wizards.

Harry looked at his family and at the two greatest friends he could ever have in the world before glancing back at the sky. He had everything he’d ever wanted—friendship, love, family, a place to belong. Everything that before had seemed so unattainable and so far from his grasp was placed in his palm. The stars above twinkled merrily, and he winked back at them.

Edward caught his wink and pulled him down for a kiss. It was soft and sweet, expressing the love, gratefulness, happiness, and joy the two were feeling. They ignored their surrounding family coo over the shooting stars. Only the two of them existed at that moment, standing underneath the stars that had brought them together.

Harry pondered over Edward words and smiled against his mate’s mouth.

Wish upon a star, indeed.

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