Harry Potter: A Typical Man(SI OC)

The air in the Cullen household was thick with a silence that felt like the calm before a storm. Tension danced on everyone's shoulders like static waiting to discharge, and I could feel it in every fiber of my being. Bella was nearing the final stages of her impossible pregnancy, and her frail human body was growing weaker by the day. Edward paced the hallway like a lion in a cage. His bronze hair was a mess, his eyes darker than usual from stress and thirst. Esme hovered nearby, trying to soothe him with gentle words and light touches, but even she couldn't mask the worry on her face.

Carlisle stood by the window, gazing out at the overcast sky as if waiting for some kind of divine intervention. Jasper lingered at the edge of the room, his grip on the tension in the air nearly suffocating. Emmett sat beside Chloe, his mate—fiery, wild, and loyal. Her bright eyes darted from face to face, taking in every movement like a hawk.

Then there was Jacob Black.

He stood near the back door with Leah and Seth Clearwater, his arms folded and his mouth set in a deep frown. I didn't like the mutt, and he didn't like me. But for now, we had a fragile truce built on the mutual goal of keeping Bella and the fetus alive. The Clearwaters were quiet, observing everything, but ready to defend at a moment's notice.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Then Alice stopped.

She had been sitting on the arm of the couch, legs swinging like she was waiting for something—though her face said she didn't know what. Suddenly, her body stiffened, eyes glazing over with that unnerving stillness that always came with her visions. Her tiny frame tensed like a violin string pulled taut.

Everyone froze.

Edward rushed to her side before even I could stand.

"Alice? What did you see?" he asked, voice sharp.

She blinked, returning to the present slowly. Her golden eyes were wide.

"Someone's coming," she whispered.

"Who?" Emmett asked, instantly on his feet.

"Rosalie's mate," Alice said breathlessly.

Time stopped.

Everyone's eyes turned to me.

"What?" I choked, standing up so fast the chair screeched against the floor. "That's impossible. I don't have a mate."

Alice looked at me with something unreadable in her eyes.

"You didn't. But now you do. He's coming here. I saw it. And trust me, you'll know it when you see him."

Chloe looked between Alice and me, brows furrowing. Emmett was already by her side, protective, but confused. Edward frowned deeply.

"Why would he come here?" Carlisle asked carefully.

Alice shook her head. "I don't know. All I saw was him stepping out of a black monster of a car. He looked... human. But his presence... it felt ancient. Strong. Unyielding. And he knows about us."

"Knows how much?" Jacob growled.

Alice shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. That's where the vision cuts off."

I blinked rapidly. My... mate? Coming here? Someone who knew about vampires? Someone human?

I didn't get long to process before we heard it—the deep, primal roar of an engine tearing down the forest road like a beast with no leash. It was unlike anything I'd ever heard. Even Emmett's Jeep or Alice's Porsche didn't snarl like that.

We all moved as one. Carlisle, Emmett, Alice, Chloe, and I filed out the front door and down the steps. The air outside smelled of pine, gasoline, and something else—something electric.

And then we saw it.

The car was black. Not just paint-black—but obsidian. Void. Sleek and furious. It was low to the ground, aggressively built, yet graceful in its power. A Godzilla. Nissan GT-R R35, heavily modified and tuned to hell. The very air around it thrummed like a dragon holding its breath.

It pulled up and stopped, the engine falling silent with a last growl that echoed through the trees.

The door opened.

And he stepped out.

He was tall, lean yet muscular, and he moved with the calm grace of someone who had walked through fire and come out forged. His skin was a smooth bronze, his face sharp with aristocratic edges, yet grounded. Tattoos danced over his forearms and disappeared under the dark folds of his partially unbuttoned shirt, which revealed the curve of his chest—inked, powerful, and unapologetically male.

But it was his eyes that held me frozen.

One glowed like a deep, sunlit sapphire.

The other burned like emerald flame.

Mismatched. Piercing. Knowing.

He looked at us, his gaze briefly sweeping over Carlisle, Emmett, and Alice.

Then he saw me.

Everything else disappeared.

The trees. The house. The people. Time.

I didn't breathe.

He tilted his head slightly, then offered a calm, half-smile. Like he had known this moment was coming his whole life.

He was still staring at me when I turned away.

Because I had to. Because if I didn't, I would've stared back forever, trapped in those mismatched eyes that felt like they belonged to a forgotten dream. And if I stayed there long enough, I might have done something dangerously human.

Instead, I composed myself. Turned on my heel. And walked back toward the house without a word.

The others followed. Slowly. Silently.

He followed last.

The second we entered the house, the tension cranked to eleven.

Edward stood near the center of the room like a sentinel, eyes unreadable but his posture radiating defensiveness. Jacob crossed his arms and planted himself like a wall between the stranger and Bella's room. Carlisle stood calmly but firmly between everyone, the picture of composed authority. Chloe hovered at Emmett's side, her body language fierce and ready to spring. Even Seth and Leah had taken up subtle positions near the exits.

Jon walked in like he didn't care about any of it.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his long black coat, scanned the room once with his curious, amused gaze, then said casually:

"So. Hello. My name's Jon Bonds. I'm a wizard. A powerful one. I've been called worse."

Silence.

I don't know what I expected. Maybe some pompous declaration or dramatic wand-waving. But the guy had the nerve to say it like he was introducing himself at a damn dinner party.

Emmett blinked. "You're... a wizard? Like Gandalf-wizard?"

Jon smirked. "More like if Gandalf hit the gym, ditched the staff, and decided sarcasm was a lifestyle."

That actually made Seth snort.

"A real wizard?" the youngest werewolf asked, his eyes wide. "Like, actual magic and spells and everything?"

Jon raised an eyebrow and nodded. "The whole sparkly shebang, kid. I'm here to help."

Jacob's voice was sharp. "Help with what exactly?"

Jon walked a few steps in, shoulders loose, gaze unconcerned. "Bella's child. It's not an anomaly. There's already a hybrid in the world. This one, though? Her birth's going to set things on fire. Politically. Supernaturally. The Volturi are itching for a reason to wipe all of you off the map. And that kid? That's their excuse."

Carlisle stepped forward. Calm. Reasonable. "We have no quarrel with the Volturi. We've always kept to the rules."

Jon chuckled. It wasn't cruel. But it was layered with something deeper. Something older.

"That doesn't matter anymore," he said. "They don't care about rules. Not now. Not when they're being manipulated by someone worse."

"Worse?" Jasper asked, voice quiet but focused.

Jon nodded. "There's a witch working with them. Not just any witch—a vampire witch named Helena. She's powerful. Gifted. Dangerous. Think magical Hitler but with a personal grudge against anything that isn't pure vampire."

A soft gasp came from Alice.

"Helena," she whispered. "I saw her. In Volterra. When we went to stop Edward... she was there. I remember her. She was terrifying."

Jon pointed at her, smiling. "Smart one. That confirms it. She's been pulling strings behind the scenes for decades. And her next move? Eradicate anyone who might pose a threat. That's you. The Cullens. The wolves. The idea of supernatural coexistence."

Leah scoffed. "So why are you helping us?"

"Because," Jon said, tone serious now, "I kill fascists. And she's not just a fascist. She's the end of the supernatural world as we know it."

Seth looked utterly starstruck. "Dude, you're like... a superhero wizard."

Jon grinned. "I'll take that. But let's get through the worst of this first. Then I'll show you some tricks."

He ruffled Seth's hair affectionately, and the boy practically melted.

Jacob wasn't so easily won over.

"You said you're powerful. How powerful?"

Jon's smirk returned. "Strong enough to turn into a guardian wolf."

Jacob blinked. "A what now?"

"A guardian wolf," Jon repeated. "Bigger, stronger, smarter. Think alpha wolf... if the alpha had magic, also have armor and swords standing like a Van Helsing werewolf."

Leah narrowed her eyes. "Show-off."

Jon grinned. "Guilty."

Jacob folded his arms. "Why help us?"

"Because you're not the enemy," Jon said. "And when things go south, you'll need every bit of help you can get. Plus, wolves are cool. I'm part wolf. Honor demands solidarity."

"That's not how that works," Jacob muttered.

"It is when you're me," Jon winked.

Emmett raised an eyebrow. "Okay, then Gandalf. If you're gonna crash our party, might as well know who you're talking to."

Carlisle nodded diplomatically. "Fair enough. I suppose introductions are in order."

Jon gave an exaggerated bow. "Proceed, my sparkly council."

Carlisle smiled. "I'm Carlisle. I suppose I'm the patriarch of this little coven."

Esme stepped forward with her warmest motherly grace. "Esme. And welcome. Though your arrival was… quite the surprise."

Jon grinned. "So far, 10 out of 10 for hospitality."

Edward gave a short nod. "Edward."

Jon squinted at him, then smirked. "Ah, the brooding mind reader. Classic."

Bella, pale and sweating in the nearby room, offered a small wave. "Bella. I'd shake your hand but… contractions."

Jon winked. "No worries, mama-to-be. I'll make sure your magical epidural's on standby."

Emmett puffed up slightly. "Emmett. And I break stuff."

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Chloe. I fix what he breaks. Including his ego."

Jasper gave a sharp nod. "Jasper."

Jon tilted his head. "Military vibes. Let me guess — you were a general or a ghost in a past life?"

Alice practically bounced forward. "Alice. I see the future and I hate this outfit."

Jon gasped. "How dare fate deny you a proper wardrobe."

Rosalie stayed quiet. Her name caught in her throat. So it was Esme who gently added, "And that's Rosalie."

He turned to look at me again, and something flickered in his eyes — but it was gone in a blink.

Then the wolves stepped forward.

Jacob folded his arms. "Jacob. Alpha."

Jon nodded with mock-serious respect. "Ah. The grumpy growler. Duly noted."

Leah's eyes narrowed. "Leah."

"Fiery. I like it," Jon said with a sly smile.

Seth grinned, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Seth! Big fan of wizards!"

Jon gave him a fist bump. "You and me are gonna get along great, Sethy-boy."

Then I spoke.

Because I had to.

"Do you feel it?"

The room froze.

Everyone knew what I meant. Every pair of golden, brown, and crimson eyes turned to him. Waiting.

Jon looked at me.

His mismatched eyes softened for a moment. Not pity. Not guilt. Just... quiet truth.

"I feel it," he said softly. "But I'm already promised to someone."

The floor dropped out from under me.

I didn't move. I didn't blink. I just stood there, feeling my heart fracture in the most silent, delicate way imaginable.

"Why?" I asked, voice trembling. "Why can't you just stay? You could spend eternity with me. We could make this work."

He laughed—gently, sadly. "I'm not interested in immortality, Rosalie. Never was. Growing old with someone you love? Dying beside them after a full, messy, beautiful life? That's more my type."

Leah's POV:

I swear to whatever spirits or moon gods are out there, if one more supernatural being strolls into this forest like it's open mic night for power declarations, I'm going to scream.

We were already sitting in one giant pot of tension stew with Bella's birth looming like some damn apocalypse countdown, when out of nowhere, this human-looking, leather-jacket-wearing guy rolls in with a car that sounded like it ate other cars for breakfast and farts thunderclouds.

And his eyes.

One emerald. One sapphire. Who the hell wakes up with anime protagonist eyes and a god-tier swagger to match? I hated him immediately. Naturally.

Not because he was annoying. Not because he had tattoos, a good jawline, and that lean-muscled build girls in trashy romance novels drool over. Not even because he looked like he could pull off a trench coat and sarcasm in equal parts.

No, I hated him because the moment Rosalie saw him, her whole being froze.

And then, ten minutes later, he said the words I never thought I'd hear anyone say while standing in the middle of the Cullen living room like he wasn't surrounded by vampires, a human ticking time bomb, and three wolves.

"I feel it," he said to Rosalie. "But I'm already promised to someone."

Silence.

Utter. Breath-stealing. Soul-crushing silence.

Rosalie looked like someone had just ripped the moon out of the sky.

And me?

Yeah, I wasn't okay either.

Because this stranger—Jon Bonds, apparently—just casually rejected what I'd lost my whole damn self over.

The imprint.

The supernatural bond that had stolen Sam from me like I was a chapter in his life he couldn't wait to skip. And here comes Jon, all chill and poetic, basically saying, "Yeah, no thanks. I'm booked."

I should've decked him.

But instead, I watched. And listened. Because what came next? Oh boy, it was a cosmic sitcom and soap opera rolled into one.

Carlisle, bless his diplomatic soul, tried to diffuse the moment. "Jon, would you mind explaining a bit more about yourself? We'd like to understand who you are."

Jon shoved his hands into his coat pockets and shrugged like we'd asked him what he wanted on his pizza. "I'm a wizard. Like I said. Been around. Fought some monsters. Read a lot. Been cleaning garbage from the world for some time. You know, the usual."

Edward blinked. "You're serious."

Jon grinned. "I'm always serious. Except when I'm not. Which is most of the time."

Seth, of course, was practically vibrating. "Can you shoot fireballs?!"

Jon: "Yes. But only at people who interrupt me during breakfast."

Seth: visibly recalculates his breakfast-talking habits.

Esme, the eternal mom, offered a smile. "Are you staying long?"

Jon: "Depends. If the birth goes well, the Volturi mind their own business, and I don't die tragically in a magical firestorm, then sure about for 15 months. I'm thinking of renting a cabin and writing a fantasy novel."

Jasper: "About what?"

Jon: "Probably about a sad vampire family and an aggressively sarcastic wizard and his werewolf friends."

Emmett: "Dibs on being the muscled comic relief."

Jon: "Too late. That's my role."

Even I cracked a smile.

But then Rosalie, still standing like a statue, her expression unreadable, stepped forward.

"Why?"

Just that. One word. But the ache in it echoed.

Jon's eyes softened. "Why what?"

She took a shaky breath. "Why would you reject it? The bond. Me."

He held her gaze. "Because I made a promise."

Emmett frowned. "To who?"

Jon: "To myself. About someone who hold my hand when I have no one. And no matter what this world throws at me—magic, fate, soul bonds, glowing-eyed temptresses—I'm not breaking that promise."

Alice stepped in, unusually serious. "But this kind of bond... it's rare. It changes you."

Jon: "So does heartbreak."

Ouch.

Rosalie looked like she'd been slapped. Chloe stepped forward, gently touching her arm, but Rosalie didn't move.

Jacob growled under his breath. "You're just going to throw her away? You don't even know her."

Jon turned to him with a calm smile that was somehow more dangerous than any growl. "She deserves more than someone who'd use fate as a shortcut to love."

Damn.

Seth: "That's... kinda romantic in a really sad way."

Me: "It's idiotic."

Everyone turned to me.

Yeah, fine. I snapped.

"You say you're doing this for some 'promise'—cool. Whatever. But do you even know what it's like to lose that bond? To feel it ripped out of you while you're still alive? To watch the person you love imprint on someone else and be expected to smile through it?"

Jon's gaze met mine. "Yes."

And just like that, my rage faltered.

His voice was quiet now. No jokes. No sarcasm.

"I've felt that too, Leah. And it nearly destroyed me. But holding on to the memory of someone you chose—without magic, without destiny—is what makes love real. Not what fate shoves in your lap."

My mouth opened. Then closed.

Because deep down, I hated that I agreed with him.

But also...

I looked at Rosalie, who still hadn't moved. Who was staring at him like he'd just lit her up and put her back in the dark in the same breath.

And I saw it.

The jealousy. Not just because she had a bond. Not just because she was the most heartbreakingly beautiful creature I'd ever seen.

But because someone chose her.

And still walked away.

Jon stepped back, hands still in his pockets. "Look. I didn't come here to cause drama. I came here to help you win a war. When it's over, I'll be gone. Until then—I've got your backs. All of you."

Carlisle gave him a long, thoughtful look. Then nodded.

But the house was no longer calm. Because no matter how light Jon tried to make it, the room was echoing with the pain of two women who had loved deeply—and lost differently.

And I wasn't sure who I felt worse for.