Your Blood Smells Delicious And I Am Going Insane -Twilight and HP Fanfiction-

Part 1

TO MY OLD READERS!!!! I completely revised this oneshot. My word count more than doubled, and I want you to know - to make the second part more enjoyable you should re-read the first part. I am sorry for the inconvenience, but I really wanted to make this story even better for you guys because this is my favorite ship of this crossover and I really wanted to do it right! I hope you enjoy the new and improved version, I'm much more pleased with it! And let me know if you've read other stories like that! I'm starving for content.

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Harry had been doing the dishes when Dumbledore visited. Aunt Petunia hadn't been too pleased, but her fear kept her from denying Dumbledore entry. He'd given her a pleasant smile, and had asked Harry to sit down.

"Harry, Britain isn't safe." Dumbledore spoke gently, as if revealing something Harry hadn't already known. "We think there may be a leak in the Order. Someone who has valuable information, possibly about you and your family."

"Do you have any idea who it is?"

"I have some ideas, but not enough to be sure. To accuse would be revealing we know, and could send them into hiding before we catch them. You understand why we can't do that, my boy?"

Harry nodded slowly. It had felt as if the air had been filled with tension the last time he went to Diagonally, almost a year ago. In Hogwarts, especially near the end of the year, anticipation had felt tangible. Older years were lashing out, starting fights, harming younger years who hid in their dorms. It had become... unlike anything Harry had known Hogwarts to stand for. The war, the silence from Voldemort, was sending everyone on edge, regardless of affliction.

"We value your safety, and the safety of your family. Which, if you are willing, we want to move you somewhere else, where only a select amount of people would know the location."

Harry's heart sank a little. "You're going to move all of us? Are we going to stay in Britain?" Such an uproot would stress out the Dursley's, and make the whole summer so much more unbearable than it already was.

"Your family will stay in Europe. But, Harry, I thought you should be moved somewhere safer. Away from the conflict," Dumbledore held up a hand when Harry started to protest, "you'll be turning of age soon, and with that comes a burst of power. Though some are small, larger bursts are detectable to magic-sensitive wizards. I don't want to take the risk that when you turn. The transition will exhaust you and you'll need time to recover."

Harry pursed his lips. He knew about the whole 'inheritance' thing, where wizards and witches came to their full power potential. Some older wizarding families even had the chance to inherit creature blood, but that was more common in older centuries when wizarding families intermarried with different species more often. Harry supposed it wasn't that odd to think he'd get a large magical boost, but still.

"What does that have to do with me going somewhere alone?"

"Distance does affect the ability to detect. I suspect Voldemort can sense magical potential for most of Britain. But further the distance, say Japan or Hawaii, and the ability grows much more faint."

That did make sense. "But why now? I'm so close to being able to go out and help. I can hunt for Horcruxes, do something-"

"And before that happens, you would be exhausted, vulnerable, and Voldemort would know exactly where you are. I need you safe, Harry."

"What about Hermione? And Neville and Ron and all the other children from light families that recently turned or are turning seventeen? You didn't move them across the continent for their birthdays. I don't need to be separate, I need to be here where I can fight." Even as he spoke, he thought he was fighting a losing battle. Dumbledore had a hard set to his eyes. The decision had already been made.