Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the Twilight Saga or the Harry Potter Series. They belong to Stephenie Meyer and J.K. Rowling. I make no money off of this story and I do not intend to.

Harry sat quietly in his new room, in his new house, with his sort of new family. The walls were painted a dark gray and the carpet on the floor was dyed black. The walls were covered in words; saying, poems, lyrics, scenes of plays, shaded in various colors. The large bed he was currently sitting on was covered in red, black, silver, and gold pillows with matching red sheets and black blankets. The room also held a small desk and a laptop, along with a closet that was fully of new clothes that actually fit him.

He was starring up at the ceiling thinking about what lead him here, to Fork, Washington of the USA. The war had brought many changes with it. He found out that both his parents had magical creature blood in them, but it had been dormant. Apparently the amount of magic his core held and the strength of the blood in his body had awakened the creature blood in him. Making him into a Harpy.

No, he wasn't a bird like creature with a feminine head, he still looked like an average guy, but now he had mystical attributes. Such as his aqua and emerald green swirled eyes that could hypnotize any being; human, animal, or creature. When he was using strong magic, or if he smelt a strong, appealing scent and he didn't keep himself focused, his pupils would turn to slits and his eyes would change colors depending on his mood. Sometimes he let his eyes change this way when he was at home, around people who accepted him.

His hair was now shoulder length and wavy. He still had his father's black hair, but not he also had medium thick streaks of metallic silver and blood red running through his tresses. His skin had turned a light shade of cream that made him look human, but still very pale.

He also had gotten a few piercings that he had been wanting for a while, to show his independence now that he was 17 and legally an adult in the wizarding world. He had his right nostril pierced, along with his navel. He also had both his first and seconds done in his ear lobes along with three cartilage piercing in his left ear.

Alongside his piercing he had gotten a tattoo. It was a leafless bonsai tree on the small of his back. At the ends of each branch there was a name, and below each name there was a birth date in smaller letters. Some of the names also had a death date, a spouses name, and children's names beside the birth date. It was a magical tattoo and Harry had had it charmed so that it would update itself when new members were added to the family and when they left.

The lightning bolt scar that had caused so much of his pain was now gone from his forehead. It had faded away when he had finally killed Voldemort. He was just glad that it was over. With the disappearance of his first scar, had come others. He had a scar from his upper, left eye lid straight down to his collar bone from a slicing hex that hadn't healed properly and a burn scar on the left side of his chest, right above his heart where Voldemort had almost succeeded in ending his life. The scar on his face was barely noticeable. You had to have enhanced eyesight or you had to be looking for it to actually see it. The burn scar on the other hand, could be seen by a partially blind person.

With his new looks came side affects. His senses were all enhanced, he could smell and hear a gnat flying before it even entered the yard. His eyesight was the only downfall. Harpies were like bats, they couldn't see a hundred story building if it walked up and smacked them in the face. Also like bats, Harry could send out high pitched noises that would bounce off objects around him so he could 'see'. The only time that he could really see was when he used magic to help his eyes. Doing this drained him though, so he didn't do it often. He also had had bat-like wings, but the final battle had rid him of them, leaving two jagged scars on his shoulder blades.

Harpies, it turned out, had other disturbing qualities. There were only male Harpies, but some of them had looked enough like women that legends had begun saying that Harpies were female birds. Harpies were also fertile, but they had to be kissed by a suitable mate before they could have children, and they fought the whole way just to prove that the mate really was good enough for them. A kiss was same as a claim and a marriage contract to a Harpy. If Harpies were raped or kissed by someone that wasn't suitable for them, their body would destroy itself until they either died or they were kissed by a suitable mate.

Another thing was that Harpies fed off of blood and emotional energy, but he could also eat regular food. Regular food didn't taste as good though, except for fruits and herbs. They tasted even better then they had before he became a Harpy.

Harry sighed and stretched, listening to the sound of his family moving around in the rest of the house. After the final battle he had asked Sirius, his godfather, if they could leave. He hadn't wanted to be in the wizarding world anymore. He was tired of all the drama and he just wanted to live as someone that wasn't constantly watched for being a hero. Sirius had immediately said yes and they had begun making arrangements for all of their belongings to be moved.

They had told Severus Snape, who had fought with Sirius up until they let everything explode and started sleeping together, and Remus, who was Harry's second godfather, and the two men had instantly said they were coming with. Remus had been widowed and left with a year old baby boy. He was ready to leave their world in favor of a quieter one where he could raise Teddy with the help of the rest of his family.

Once word had gotten out Draco Malfoy, who had left the dark side along with his father, had asked if they could come with. Then Hermione, Luna, Neville, and Blaise; who had be disowned for following Draco to the light side, popped up right beside the blonde and had refused stay behind. Ron had also decided to come along since his family had become crazy with worry about Harry's 'condition'. He was tired of the constant down talking they had resorted to saying about Harry. Plus, he was tired of Ginny's obsession of marrying Harry. She had had it in her head that she could cure him. Harry had laughed so hard when Ron told him about her that he almost peed his pants. Before they all had left England Hermione, Luna and Neville had signed forms so that Lucius, Severus, Remus, and Sirius could adopt them. Ron had later signed one too when he found out that his mother had disowned him.

So that is how they had ended up in Forks, Wasington, living in a large house with 12 people. Harry had taken to calling the house a small mansion because of the sheer size of it.

The house had 15 bedrooms, 4 full bathrooms, a library, a kitchen, a dining room, a basement, and an indoor greenhouse with a glass roof/ceiling that can be opened to let in air and rain. The outside of the house was made of red sandstone and was surrounded by a large yard that connected to an expansion of woods. The house was perfect for Remus' transformations, Severus' potions, and six teenagers.

Harry began thinking about the people they had left behind. He knew he would miss his adoptive grandfather, Dumbledore had been an over caring old man, but he was one of the first people to claim Harry as family. The Weasleys weren't much of a regret. They had ended up criticizing him for being a Harpy, something that he could not control. The one he really regretted was Bellatrix Lestrange. He had found out almost too late that she wasn't the cold, heartless, psychopath that she had acted like. It turned out that Rodolphus and Voldemort had cursed her with an even uglier version of the Imperious Curse. She literally had to watch from inside her mind as they made her kill people, torture them

FLASHBACK

Harry was kneeling, chained the floor. The chains were not long enough for him to even raise his hands or feet more then a half a foot. The room was lit by hundreds of candles, making it bright even for his blind eyes. He could hear breathing and heart beats all around him. He knew he was surrounded. He knew that he was in the presence of Voldemort. He knew that something terrible was going to happen to him.

He let out a shriek, so high pitched that no human, wizard or not, could hear it. As the sound echoed back to him he studied the outlines of the people in his mind. Voldemort sat on something, probably a throne, in front of him. To his right stood a death eater with long, pin straight hair. Lucius. He stood stiff, as if holding himself back from something. The same was for the man on Voldemort's left. Severus. Harry let out a few more shrieks, finding that he was surrounded by Voldemort's Inner Circle.

"Harry Potter." Voldemort hissed, his voice more snake like than the last time Harry had heard it, "I'm glad you have decided to join us. It is too bad really, that I have to kill you now."

Harry suddenly felt hot, rancid, breath on the back of his neck. He jolted forward, trying to get away from the person behind him.

"Though I am feeling merciful today," Voldemort said, this time from right behind him, "I will make it easy for you."

Harry tugged on his chains, trying to see if they would give under his inhuman strength.

"No, my Harry," Voldemort hissed right into his ear, "Let's have a little fun first. Shall we?"

Harry froze, a feeling of dread washing over him as the meaning behind his enemy's words came to him. He started tugging at the chains harder, wanting, no needing to break free. He didn't want to die this way. He didn't want to experience the feeling of his body attacking itself after a completed rape.

Long, leathery fingers traced over his skin before dipping into the back of his pants. Harry resisted the urge to vomit and tugged on the chained harder, not even stopping when he felt blood dripping down his arms. When the intruding fingers reached lower into his pants he became vicious. He started thrashing, kicking his legs and violently throwing his elbows back into Voldemort's face.

It was when Voldemort howled in pain and struck him over the head, making him collapse on the floor, that he heard it. It was a whimpering he had never heard before, feminine and childish. He knew Bellatrix LeStrange was in the room, but she wouldn't be whimpering as is she was in pain. A sudden shrill scream of pain caused all his thoughts to go in reverse.

"Get the hell away from him you disgusting monster!" He heard the woman scream.

It sounded like Bellatrix, but is couldn't be her, she was evil, insane.

"Rodolphus!" Voldemort yelled, "Cast the spell on your wife now! Control her! I will not have her interrupting my plans!"

Spell? Harry wondered in shock, Bellatrix was being controlled by a spell?

"I will not let you hurt my nephew!" Bellatrix screamed, "Concio!"

Harry felt air rush behind him and then heard Voldemort grunt as he hit the wall to his far left.

He heard footsteps rushing towards him and he tensed, ready to try and attack.

"Contego! Effrego!" Bellatrx cried, sounding like she was right next to him, "Lucius, Severus! Get him out of here!"

Harry was shocked when the cuffs surrounding his wrists and ankle broke open, and was even more shocked when strong arms around him, picking him up. Inhaling quickly he caught the scent of Lucius holding him and Severus and Bellatrix standing near by. He heard shouts and crashes as if people where banging into a shield of some sort.

"Harry," Bellatrix said, "I'm so sorry for all the things I've done to you. To your friends and family. I wish I could take it all back."

"Bellatrix,, I've always suspected -" Lucius started before Bellatrix cut him off.

"It doesn't matter. I take all the blame." Bellatrix growled, "Now get him out of here. I'll make sure the shield stays up until you get outside the wards. Hurry!"

Even though Harry knew it would take a while to fully recognize the feeling of forgiveness, he knew where to start.

"I don't blame you." He said quietly, hoping that she had heard him.

He got his answer when he heard a soft sob. Then he was moving, two pairs of footsteps running as they fled from the building.

That was the night that Severus and Lucius, along with Draco, pledged their loyalty to the light side. He had only seen Bellatrix once after that, after the final battle. She caught his eyes and smiled before apparating away. He could only guess where she went, knowing that she still blamed herself for everything that Voldemort and her husband had made her do.

END FLASHBACK

Harry felt tears roll down his cheeks, ignoring the smell of blood that came from them. He just wished that he could have helped her.

He heard the door open and then felt someone walk over and sit on the bed beside him.

"Don't cry Harry," Luna's dreamy voice cooed as she wrapped her arms around him, "Everything will be all right. I know this."

And he was sure she did. She had an odd habit of being right about almost everything that was going to come to pass. She just knew things. He just hoped that this wasn't the one time that she was wrong.

Conicio - to throw; to hurl
Contego - to protect; to cover; to shield; to defend
Effrego - break; break open

Also, two questions. One is a poll. You can answer is a review or I'll try to make a poll.

What should I do with Bella?

1. Bella joins the Volturi and is turned.

2. Bella is killed by the Volturi and Edward blames himself.

3. Bella was never in the story to begin with. She doesn't exist.

4. Bella is an snob that bullies Harry because Edward just looks at him.

5. Bella paired with someone else. If you want this then send me a message telling me who. Or your vote wont count.

Who should I pair Neville up with?

Draco - taken

Luna - taken

Ron - taken

Hermione - taken

Remus - taken

Lucius - taken

Severus - taken

Sirius - taken

Harry - taken obviously

All the Cullens - taken

Jacob - taken

Blaise - taken

Everyone else if free game!