Harry Potter: A Typical Man(SI OC)

Time skip,

Time moved strangely in Forks. Between magical wards, werewolf growls echoing across the cliffs, and Cullen intellect paired with Cullen wealth... days began to blur. Training, laughter, awkward hugs, ghost stories, magical accidents involving Seth and a rogue cheese sandwich — you name it, it happened.

La Push had become my battlefield and my playground.

Every wolf in the La Push pack had now graduated to what I lovingly dubbed Werewolf 2.0 — leaner, faster, and just plain ridiculous. Sam could slice through solid rock with a claw strike. Paul could run faster than a speeding bullet, and still had the ego to match. Leah? Absolute apex predator energy — sharper, deadlier, scarier than ever. And Seth? That fluffy goober could take on ten newborns and still have time to help a kid with their math homework. I made sure of it.

We trained daily, sometimes twice. Midnight runs across enchanted fields. Dueling illusions. Jumping cliffs. Wrecking magically-enhanced dummies. They weren't just warriors now. They were forces.

Some nights, I'd hang out at the Cullens'. Emmett was my Game Bro. We had a long-standing rivalry in every console-based combat game imaginable. Every loss came with dramatic shouting and exaggerated posturing. Rosalie would roll her eyes but stick around — silently amused. Alice? She cheated. Not on purpose. Just... seeing the future was a broken power in Mario Kart. Esme made cookies — mostly for Renesmee. Sometimes for Seth. Always for me. And Renesmee — little bundle of sunshine and charm — declared me her "Magic Uncle Jon."

I accepted the title. She loved when I conjured light animals or floating picture books. She loved when my Patronus played with her in the garden. Edward watched quietly, always with a subtle smile. Bella said nothing, but I could tell she appreciated what I brought to her daughter's life.

One night, beneath the forest moonlight, I found Rosalie waiting for me at the edge of the cliff. Her eyes weren't just beautiful tonight — they were searching. Like she'd already rehearsed every word a thousand times.

"Why?" she asked quietly. No anger. Just pain. "Why not accept the bond? Why not... me?"

I sighed, walking closer. The sea was calm tonight, as if it held its breath with us.

"Because I made a promise," I said, sitting beside her. "To Daphne. And to myself."

She didn't speak, waiting.

"We were torn apart by fate. Cruel, senseless fate. And I swore... that no matter what world I landed in, no matter how many stars burned out, I would not let go of that love. Even if it never came back."

Rosalie looked away, jaw clenched.

"You're the most stunning woman I've ever met," I continued. "Brilliant. Brave. Fierce. But you could be a goddess, a dragon, a celestial queen... and I'd still say no. Because holding onto that love, when the world tries to rip it away — that makes it real. That makes it sacred."

She was crying now, golden tears she hated letting anyone see.

"Is it because I can't have kids?" she asked bitterly. "Because I'm a vampire?"

I turned to face her fully. "Rosalie. You could be anything — vampire, werewolf, or mortal. That wouldn't change how I feel. You didn't lose me. You just never had me. Not because you're not worthy, but because my heart is already claimed."

She broke — just for a moment. Then nodded slowly.

"I hate that I respect you more for this."

"You should. It means you've got taste."

We sat in silence. The kind of silence that hurts and heals at the same time.

Then came the spark that would ignite everything. Tanya. Of course it was Tanya. While visiting the Cullens , she'd caught sight of Renesmee — playing innocently with Jacob and Bella catching snow flakes. She panicked. Thought she was an immortal child. And she reported it. To the Volturi.

Alice saw the decision as soon as it was made. She froze during a dance battle with Emmett and dropped the controller. "They're coming."

We all gathered. Cullen household went into overdrive. Carlisle and Esme called every ally they had — nomads, old friends, everyone they'd ever done a favor for. Edward made battle strategies. Bella's training intensified. Me? I ramped the wolves' training to war mode.

Snow fell gently. Across the training fields and Cullen estate, wolves patrolled. Vampires sharpened skills. Allies from every corner of the world arrived. Kate. Garrett. Benjamin. The Amazons. Even Peter and Charlotte. It was the eve of war. And I stood beneath the snow, watching the horizon.

Tomorrow would be history. And I would make damn sure we wrote it in blood, courage, and wolf-clawed vengeance.

Date: December 7, 2012 — Evening

The clearing Carlisle chose was massive, flanked by ancient trees and high, snow-dusted cliffs. The snow had paused for the night, as if the sky itself wanted to see what we would become — soldiers or ashes.

A massive bonfire blazed in the center. It wasn't just wood and flame — I'd enchanted it to burn like ancient pyres once did, flickering with soft blue, gold, and red embers. It gave off no smoke, no scent — only heat, and magic.

Around it stood the supernatural might of the world.

Vampires of every creed. The La Push wolves in new Werewolf 2.0 forms, lined on the forest's edge, standing tall and alert like primal guardians.

Carlisle stepped forward. Graceful, calm, and radiating the kind of peace only earned through centuries of restraint.

He raised his voice for all to hear.

"Tonight, we gather not only as allies... but as family. We stand on the edge of war. And before us stands the man who's brought us not only knowledge — but strength. Hope."

He turned toward me. "May I introduce... Jon Bonds."

Eyes turned. Dozens of immortal gazes. Wolf eyes. Curious, wary, assessing.

I adjusted my coat, stepped into the firelight, and smiled.

"Sup, bloodsuckers and doggos."

A few chuckles. A few narrowed eyes. Perfect.

"So, uh — let me guess. You're all wondering who the hell I am, what's with the glowing fire, and if I plan on turning into a dragon and solving everything with fireballs. Short answer: no. Long answer: I could, but I like dramatic tension."

Emmett smirked. Garrett actually clapped.

"I'm Jon Bonds. Wizard. Guardian-class. Old-school magical chaos with a side of sass. And currently the only thing standing between this lovely snow-filled world and full-blown supernatural dictatorship."

Zafrina raised a brow. Benjamin leaned forward. Kate looked intrigued. Even Tanya, standing stiffly at the rear, gave a subtle blink.

"See, here's the deal. There's a vampire-witch hybrid named Helena. Real piece of work. Long story short? She wants to rule the world. Not just the vampire part. Not just humans. All of it. Supernatural, mortal, ghostly, even your grandma's haunted attic."

Gasps. Murmurs. One vampire cursed in Russian.

"She believes in purity. Obedience. A world where vampires rule from above and anything else that breathes — wolves, witches, hybrids, psychics, ghouls, ghosts, shapeshifters — gets erased, enslaved, or turned."

Carlisle spoke softly. "And we are her obstacle."

I pointed at him. "Bingo, Doc. You, your coven, your hybrid niece, and this fine collection of chaos misfits. The last barrier. The fast and final wall between Helena and the world she wants."

"So why not just kill her yourself?" asked Vladimir with a fanged grin.

I smiled back, pulling my wand from my coat and lighting it like a lightsaber. The glow washed across the field.

"Because this war is not about what I can do. It's about what we can do."

I lowered the wand.

"Unity. That's what scares her. The idea that different kinds of supernatural beings could band together, respect each other, fight for one another. That? That terrifies her."

There was a shift in the crowd. Subtle. But electric.

"And look at you all — vampires who've hunted together. Nomads who've never bent to any crown. Wolves who've become soldiers. A hybrid child who is proof that peace can be born in blood. You are her nightmare."

Seth howled. Paul joined in. Sam stayed silent, but he stood straighter.

"Now. I know what you're thinking. 'This dude's dramatic. Where's the action?'" I lifted my hands.

I conjured three wolves out of starlight. A towering vampire. A burning-eyed Helena illusion. And I let them clash mid-air. Light and flame and howling.

Gasps again. A few cheers.

"We are not marching to our deaths tomorrow. We're marching into history."

Garrett laughed and raised a fist. "Hell yes!"

"And one last thing," I added, lowering my voice. "I'm not asking you to die for this. I'm asking you to live through it — so that the world sees what we did. So that they remember this night, this fire, these faces. So that even after centuries pass... Helena's kind will know what happens when they try to bury the world in chains."

The silence afterward was beautiful.

Then Benjamin stepped forward, bowed his head, and said, "We stand with you, Jon Bonds."

The Amazons followed.

Peter and Charlotte.

Garrett.

Even Stefan and Vladimir.

And finally... the wolves. In perfect unison, Jacob stepped into the circle beside me. Sam on the opposite end. The others fanned out, forming a second ring around the fire.

It was... perfect.

The fire roared.

Laughter returned.

We weren't broken.

We were ready.

Tomorrow would be war.

But tonight... tonight, we were legends in the making.

The bonfire blazed brighter than ever. Warmth swelled in the crisp forest air, not just from the enchanted flames, but from something older, something truer — the kind of camaraderie born only on the brink of war.

After my speech, the crowd didn't scatter. Instead, it thickened. Clusters of vampires and wolves gathered near the fire, in groups that, only a week ago, would've been seen as madness.

But tonight? Tonight, we were soldiers, warriors, kin.

Carlisle lifted a flask of vintage blood — animal, of course — and sat beside Eleazar, Kate, and Esme. Benjamin was showing Zafrina how to manipulate the fire using her illusion powers. Sam and Jacob were trading stories with Garrett and Peter, with Paul constantly one-upping everyone. Seth had wandered over to me and was leaning sideways, grinning.

Before Seth could launch into whatever joke he had lined up, a deeper wave of conversation spread around the fire.

"You know," Garrett began, kicking back on a log, "first time I met a werewolf, I nearly lost my head. Literally. Thought I was dealing with some mangy oversized dog."

Paul barked a laugh. "First time I met a vampire, I nearly puked. Whole forest stank of that 'cold corpse meets expensive cologne' smell."

Garrett smirked. "You just described half of the Volturi."

Laughter echoed.

Benjamin chimed in, "In Egypt, we didn't have werewolves. But we had jackal spirits. People claimed they were guardians of tombs. I always thought they were myth… until I met you guys."

Embry grinned. "And here I thought we were just legends in our own lunchtime."

Kate leaned in, "Any of you wolves ever regret it? The shift?"

Jacob looked at the fire for a moment, thoughtful. "Sometimes. It changed everything. But then I look at Nessie, or my people... and I know I wouldn't go back."

Sam added, "It's not a gift. It's not a curse. It's a duty."

Garrett nodded with respect. "Sounds like being a vampire. Just hairier."

The laughter rolled again.

Leah, surprisingly, joined in. "We're not so different. We all lost something to become what we are. We all had to give up pieces of ourselves."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "What about you, magician? What did you give up?"

I tilted my head. "That's a story for another bonfire. But let's just say... I've buried more versions of myself than I care to count."

The fire snapped, casting flickers of light on everyone's faces.

Then Seth elbowed me in the ribs, leaning in with a grin far too large for his face.

"Soooooo, Jon," he said, dragging my name like a teasing older brother, "when do we get to see her?"

I blinked. "See who?"

He rolled his eyes dramatically. "The girl. The mysterious one. The one you said your heart belongs to. The one you rejected the most beautiful vampire on earth for. The myth, the legend — Lady Heartbreaker."

I snorted. "You're relentless."

He gave me puppy eyes. Real, full-on, shimmering-soul, quivering-lip puppy eyes.

I sighed. Pulled a worn photo from my coat's interior. It shimmered faintly — an enchantment to preserve it from age. It was her. White hair like spun frost, a soft smile that still haunted my dreams, and eyes that could still unmake me.

"Her name's Daphne Greengrass," I said quietly.

Seth whistled. Loud.

"Damn," Paul muttered from across the flames, craning to get a look. "That's why he won't bond with Blondie. Makes sense now."

Emmett leaned over, looking between Rosalie and the photo. "Gotta say, Rosie, he's got a type."

Rosalie didn't glare. She didn't speak. She just stared at the flames with that unreadable look — the one that hid a million thoughts behind gold eyes.

Then, the elder vampire Stefan — one of the ancient Romanian duo — spoke up, his voice gravel-thick. "Reminds me of the old wars. Second World War. Men used to carry photos of their wives, sweethearts. It kept them sane."

Vladimir grunted. "Kept us alive."

Carlisle smiled softly. "It's true. Soldiers would pass the photos around in trenches. Swap stories of what they were fighting for."

Benjamin, curious, leaned forward. "What wars did you two fight in?"

Stefan shrugged. "We fought the Volturi for centuries. Long before your American revolutions. But we watched from shadows in both World Wars. Helena... was involved in the first. Whispered in ears of generals. She believes chaos purifies the world."

"Typical," I muttered. "Dramatic vampire witch."

"And what about you, Jon?" Kate asked. "You've seen other wars?"

I leaned back. "Too many. But mostly the ones that fought in the shadows. Finished corrupt leaders, disgusting criminals, Drug mafia and many more."

Zafrina spoke, her voice smoky. "In the Amazon, we fought off vampire slavers. Long before the Volturi grew arrogant. They came for our gifted children. They left in pieces."

Paul grinned. "That's metal."

"What about you guys?" Benjamin asked the wolves. "Before the shift?"

Embry chuckled. "Dude, I just wanted to fix cars. I was working at my uncle's garage. Now I bench-press trees."

Quil snorted. "I wanted to be a DJ. Had a whole setup. Shifted the same week I booked my first real gig."

Jacob smiled, but it was soft. "I wanted peace. Just... to live without fighting. But when my tribe needed me... I stepped up."

Leah, standing in the shadows, finally spoke. "I just wanted to be left alone. Still kinda do."

Seth, ever the heart of the group, bumped his shoulder into her. "Yeah, but you love us."

Leah rolled her eyes. "Shut up, dork."

Garrett leaned back. "I rode with Sherman. Civil War. Thought I knew battle. Until the newborn wars. That was blood and fire in a blender."

Kate nodded. "We fought them too. My sister Sasha trained us for it. Tanya and I nearly lost each other more times than I can count."

"She was fast," Kate whispered, looking down. "Faster than me. Braver."

Around the fire, the conversation deepened. We weren't just preparing for war — we were remembering all the battles that made us.

Then, the wolves started whining.

Literally.

I looked up to see Jared making gagging noises.

"Can we please stop with the emotionfest? This is a war bonfire, not a therapist's circle."

Emmett, always on cue, stood dramatically. "Time for the men to take over."

Carlisle looked horrified. Esme instantly smacked his arm. "Emmett. Don't."

He grinned wider. "Oh I will. This is our time."

Garrett stood beside him. "For manhood!"

Paul howled. Sam facepalmed. Edward shook his head.

Then suddenly, it was chaos. Vampires arm-wrestling wolves. Seth trying to juggle enchanted rocks I threw at him. Emmett lifting two wolves over his shoulders like gym weights. Benjamin using mini-earthquakes to mess up Paul's balance. Chaos. Glorious, testosterone-fueled chaos.

The women groaned. Rosalie pinched the bridge of her nose. Kate leaned on Eleazar. Zafrina whispered, "Idiots." Leah actually laughed along with Chloe.

Esme muttered to Carlisle, "Boys and their war rituals."

He chuckled. "Let them have this. It's better than silence."

I stood at the edge, watching it all.

Monsters playing. Warriors bonding. Families forming.

I felt Daphne's photo in my coat.

Tomorrow, I would protect this. With fire, fang, magic, and soul.

Let Helena come.

We were ready.