a/n: Hey guys, first fanfic. R&R, PLS!
Disclaimer - I don't own anything in this story... so dont sue me, ok? I don't have any money. And beside, if these characters wer emine, they would obviosly be in the same book in real life, duh.

Chapter 01

outline: In which Harry finds himself finally meeting, and hating, a boy who should've been in his life from the start.

"Mom... dad..." A thin boy with ashen, tangeled hair standing in a dark street, longdried tears on his pale face as he lay in the alley with the rest of the literal trash. His family had been so rich so in with the politicians and so influential, with everyone wanting to be him; but it didn't matter how much riches that they had after all. Death is a hunter not unbeknowst to its victims. He lay there and bled from the gash in his head and from the cuts on his naked small body, letting out a few tears that felt warm since it was cold outside, shivering as wind blew by and hit him, stinging his cuts which where already hurting him a lot.

He was about sixteen, seventeen in age, just a young teenage boy with lots of dark stuff in his life that really shouldnt be their. The other people living and dying on the streets wear he was curintly laying knew that and saw that and took advantage of that through the boys frame and fragile personality. He was a toy for evryone and he didn't argue or fight back.

Before the boy was ever going to mature, he would going to know more about the world than any child needed to know.

But than that changed one night as he woke up to fiery pain in his body. It was so hurtful that it was burning him. Was this another tortureous game? Was someone finally going to killing him? He looked up and the last thing he was were two kind golden eyes watching him turn into what he was now...

The air was chilly in the Great Hall as it was still winter time and so snow was everywhere on the ground. Harry sighed and shiverd as he made a way to his first class of the day: the difference between himself and the other late young wizards and witches was that Harry was a teacher, not a student. He was kind of disgrace to teaching when it came to being early to school, but his method were good and not question by the Headmaster

He was the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which was known by everyone as DADA, mostly; it was mysterious, but Mr. Potter was almost innaturally good at the subject, which spurised a lot of people, really. That was why he was the teacher and that was why Prof. Dumbledore trusted him as the last teacher for it before his untimely death at the hands of a mysterious murder group (but that is another story for another time, and it's actually a really long story too).

Harry stepped into his class, thankful for the hot warmth that greeted him since he was finally inside. BUt that was actually kind of strange since his classroom was in the dungons, but he had a nice heater for his classroom. So he greeted the students briefly, not really glancing around, excepting a normal day of class

"Hey," he calls, standing at the head of the class, "I know it's the first day back from break, I miss it too, but it's time to get your head back in the game, okay." He heard everyone sigh and trieds really hard to hide his own sigh as he turns around to write a few facts about humans that turn into mythical creatures on the board.

"Okay everyone," he began teaching, "tell me, what do you know about werewolves?"

"Heh, They smell bad," said a blond boy near the back of the class, his hair was really light blonde, you could even say platinum, almost silvery in color. The girl with bronzey-brown hair next to him said, "Hey! Jakey doesn't" and shoved him, but he didn't budge as if it did nothing. Harry scowled, angry at this outburst that he didnt want to deal with and looked down at his attendance sheet, not recognizing either of them at all.

"Draco... Malfoy?" he asked, tentativley.

"That's me," Draco said, and a smirk fell on his face, which looked oddly natural, like he would always smirk.

"And Re... Ruh..." Harry couldn't figure out how to say her name, it was very strange.

"Renesmee," she said quickly like she was used to having to correct people. "Renesmee Cullen." He looked back up at her and she had a cute small heart-shaped face, but her eyes were gold and /weird./ Draco's was gold too, now that he looked at them. But a pretty gold, like amethyst stones.

"Okay than... Let's continue with this lesson."

However as the lesson went on, Draco Malfoy kept interrupting with his own thoughts on werewolves which werent ever very nice and were always sayd like he was superior and Renesmee kept hitting him after hearing them, as if she was the one offended by his remarks (when it really shouldve been Harry since HE was the one who knew a real life werewolf...).

And so By the time the class was over and everyone was leaving the room, Harry felt a migrane coming on. What the hell was wrong with kids these days, and who transferred in the middle of the year? He stopped Draco as the younger boy tried to leave.

"Excuse me," he said sternly, putting a hand on Draco's shoulder. It felt weird and hard, like he was holding a rock. Maybe he was right about the fact that Darco's eyes were amethysts. Draco turned his head and looked at Harry. It was then that Harry felt kind of weird; Draco was really, really... Attractive for a male. Renesmee was unusually pretty, too, and Harry hadn't noticed this until he was standing with Draco one on one as Renessme watched from outside the door.

"I'll tell everyone to wait up for you," she called to Draco and left, prancing off. Draco turned around to face Harry.

"What, teach?" he said, his lip curling. This was irritating.

"You need to stop interrupting me, young man," Harry replied curtly. "I'd take points away from your House, but I try to avoid playing that game with first-time students..."

"Pfft, I'm not in a House anyway," Draco said, before turning away and leaving towards the way that Renesme had left and not giving Harry another word on the subject. Not in a House? What was he talking about? ALL Students were in Houses! Harry bite his lip and huffed off to lunch, sitting next to his fellow professor Neville in anger.

"Who does that brat think he is," Harry said madly, eating his poorly made sandwich. Neville didn't answer and just at the food in silence.

"Maybe you should ask the Headmistress about it 'Arry" he said, raiisng and eyebrow while he was chewing on his lunchfood. "I had a new student this morning, too, but he was pretty polite and eager to learn."

"Hm... that suonds like a good idea," Harry said standing suddenly to leave. "Thanks, buddy." He left and Neville sighed as he walked away.

"Harry, same as always." He took a bite out of Harry's not-finished sandwich and then decided to replace the food on his plate with it.

Harry left the Headmistress's office with more questions than answers, and hardly any of his orginal questions answered. She said that they had to except a new family into the school, but that she couldnt give more than that as far as details about there family. Anything else would be a beach of the contract they had aparntly written up. Harry sighed and folded his arms on his chest angrily as he stalked back to the teachers quarters to find something he needed for his next class lesson. As he walekd back, thought, he almost bumped into a girl as he turned a corner.

"Oh, sorry," he apologized. She had deftly avoided him, very gracefully and it made him jealous since he had always been a bit of a clumsy klutz, but still he felt like apologies were in order for some reason. She blinked at him and smiled, saying it was all right. Weird... She looked familiar. She had long very nicely kept brown hair, and she almost looked like his student Renessme from earlier. She was unnaturally beautiful, too, but he didn't have time to appreciate her beauty when another boy came out of the corner she had come otu of. He had messy bronze hair and a chiseled face like a marble god statue from greek legend. Basically like if you went to a museum and saw a really handsome statue, he looked like that.

"Um... Sorry," Harry said again for some reason. He decided it was time to leave as the boy looked at him with a weird kind of fury. He hurried on the rest of his way to his room.

'What was that all about...' he wondered, finally getting his stuff. As he walked back, though, another couple walked by. They were also strangely good-looking, one being a boy with blonde hair and a serious face, the other a girl with shrot dark hair and a pixie face, and she almost seemed to glide down the hallway, walking delicetly but in a bouncy cute way. What was with all these good looking people suddenly showing up!

As he thought that, though, only one face popped up in his head.

The one of Draco Malfoy. He snorted in anger at the idea and shoved it down metaphoricly, going to his next class.

Maybe the next time he saw Malfoy would be better. Maybe.

Draco huffed as he sat down in silence with the rest of the clan. They were all having a good time, but his run in with his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had really ticked him off.

"Drake, what's wrong" Bella asked him, her face showing the same kind of motherly concern Esme's usually held. The two were still in the US, and had sent them all to the UK to learn new things without them. Carlisle had apparently attended Hogwarts sometime in his long while of living and suggested the kids all go and see what they can get out of it. Vampires had a natural tendency for magic anyway, which really worked in there favor.

"Our teacher talked with him because he was being stupid in class," Renesmee hissed coldly, still made about his remarks about her beloved werewolf.

"Man, shut up about that," Draco argued, rolling his eyes and sighing. Why was he so mad? He was the one who started it, but still... The way that dumb teacher looked at him had unnerved him way too much. "I was just having some fun; sorr-EE if it was at Jakeypoo's expense." He chuckled again, trying to mask his real mood, but unable to stop anther sigh from escaping his perfect lips.

"Hey, Dad-" Renesmee's mouth was cut off by Edward's hand clamping over her lips.

"Ness, don't call your mother or I that when we're in school," he warned, taking his hand off of his daughter's face, which she hastily re-applied her expensive lip gloss to. She always had to look her best, you see.

"Haha, you're one to talk, bro," Emmett said cheerfully, nudging Edward in the ribs with one of his thick arms. Rosalie just looked around boredly at all the rest of the students. They were in 6th year, all of them, but they kind of still looked out of place.

Jasper was the only one who could feel Draco's true feelings, but he kept quiet about them as he sat with his girlfriend Alice who was listening to everyone as they talked to eachother. He knew what it was like being a newest vampire in the family, so he knew it was kinda stressful to keep your instincts to yourself. The only exseption had been Bella in this situation, but she was already a pretty unnatural girl to begin with, but now she was even more unnatural since she turned into a vampire.

Draco laughed heartly with the rest of his new family.

Soon bad days would be behide him, he knew it. He could soon forget about his dead family.

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