Disclaimer: I own nothing from Harry Potter or the Alpha and Omega series. They are owned by JK Rowlings and Kirsten Fay respectfully. I make no money off this story.
AN: soo. Chapter one of my new story. I know I should be working on my others, but most of them will probably be redone or just taken down. I can't seem to remember where I was going with a lot of them. If you have any ideas, I am more than willing to listen!
AN2: BTW, I am trying out a new writing style, I think it may have fallen flat though. What do you think?
Chapter one
Harry stared at the pristine snow that almost glowed outside his window. His green eyes stared blankly out the window as he tried to get his head around his new situation. He spared a glance at the unassuming looking man in the driver's seat of the old truck that was taking him to his new home.
Aspen Creek, Montana.
A few months ago, Harry never would have guessed how much his life could change in just a short time.
At the start of summer, Harry had lived in England with his Relatives the Dursleys. His Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and their only son Dudley. It was Dudley's 9th birthday and the Dursleys had decided to go on a family trip to the states. But to their horror. They couldn't find anyone to take Harry. Everyone else already had their summer plans, so they were forced to take the boy with them. They made sure Harry knew how unwanted he was and how he would have to stay in the hotel and not make a nuisance of himself. Harry had just been glad to be leaving Surrey for the first time.
The flight there had little trouble, even if the Dursleys did grumble a lot from first class. Harry got to sit by himself near the middle of the plane and watch the world fall away through the small window. Harry loved it.
The first few days where typical, the Dursleys went out and had fun. Harry stayed locked in a closet in the room they had gotten for Dudley. Harry didn't mind, he was used to it.
It all changed three days in. They forgot to lock the closet.
It had only taken Harry a few moments of indecision before he opened the door and left the hotel. He knew it would be a risk to come back. He didn't have his own key and he wasn't looking forward to whatever punishment his uncle could think up for him. But he swiped a few dollars Dudley had lying around and decided to risk his Uncles wrath.
Harry jolted out of his thoughts by a bump in the road.
A crimson blush covered his face at the squeak that escaped his throat. He stole a glance at the man driving. The sandy haired man still had his eyes on the road, but Harry could see a small smile on the man's lips. His blush darkened.
He had been wondering around when he came across an alleyway. He had almost past it, but a small sound stopped him. It had reminded him of the sounds he would make after a particularly bad punishment. When he went to see what it was he found a big dog sitting in the back of the alley in a corner.
It was large with pale yellow eyes that seemed to stare through him, judging him almost. The fur seemed to be a weird greyish color, but the tail made Harry laugh. It looked like the wolf had been using it as a paint brush.
He stopped at the look the dog gave him. He had seemed to know why Harry had been laughing and wasn't amused. As Harry had gotten closer he noticed a dark red patch on the animal's front leg. At the familiar site, Harry had rushed over. Completely ignoring the warning sounds from the giant dog. His attention had been completely on the injury.
After looking around to make sure someone wasn't watching, Harry did something he only ever did for injured animals. He used what his uncle called his 'freakishness' and healed the now stunned looking dog with the golden light that always appeared when he healed something.
Harry had been scared when the dog had jumped up, growling at him before running away.
It had surprised Harry so much at the sudden actions that all he had done was sit there for a few minutes before shaking himself out of it. He was making his way to the big buildings he could see in the hopes of finding something interesting. Never noticing the man following him.
The truck stopped, giving Harry time to look around.
They were in a small town. Aspen Creek. Harrys home for the foreseeable future.
"Welcome Home Harry." An amused voice said making Harry jump. He turned to look at the driver.
Bran Cornick had somehow become his guardian in the last few months. At first Harry hadn't been sure about the man who didn't look like he could do much. But after a few phone calls and patient meetings. He had temporary custody of the black haired boy.
Harry still wasn't entirely sure how that had happened.
After he had helped the dog, which he later found out to be a wolf, he had wondered some more. Seeing different shops and buildings that left him speechless. America was so different from Surrey.
After wondering for a bit, Harry's worse nightmare appeared out of a large toy store. The Dursleys. Time seemed to freeze for him as he stared at the trio. He had hoped they wouldn't have seen him.
"BOY!"
They had.
Harry felt the blood leave his face as his Uncle stalked towards, not even noticing the attention he was getting from the people lining the streets. If Vernon Dursley had noticed, he probably would have stopped. Other people's opinion of him had always meant the most to him and his family.
"What do you think you're doing! You dare to disobey me!" Vernon screamed, his face turning a deep red as he grabbed the fear filled boy, bruising it almost instantly.
"I..I'm s..sorry Uncle V..Vernon," Harry stuttered. His face frozen in fear at the angry words being spit at him.
Neither of them noticed the man making his way quickly over to them, his face unreadable.
Vernon raised his hand while Harry cringed at the expected slap.
A small hand grabbed Vernon before his hand could connect with the now shaking child.
"That is no way to treat a child."
The sound of the cold voice made Harry open his eyes and stare at the new person while Vernon just spluttered indigently.
The man who had come up didn't really seem like much, most who saw him wouldn't think him able to stop such a forceful looking blow. But he did, and he held on as Vernon tried to wretch his arm away.
"Let me go you stupid yank!" Vernon screeched, his face turning purple. "It's none of your business how I discipline my disobedient nephew!"
If anything the man's face grew colder at the mention the Harry was the big man's nephew. His grip tightened.
"Now, now, none of that," the voice chilled Vernon to the bone as it took a threatening tone. "I can't very well stand by and let you strike a child." Vernon couldn't stop the whimper that escaped as the hold tightened even more. "Besides, I think the police will want to speak with you."
The sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance, coming in their direction. The sound drained the color from Vernon's face and made the mystery man smirk.
Harry's throat closed, Vernon had always told him horror stories of what the cops would do if they ever got ahold of a freak like him. As the sound grew closer Harry's body seemed to act on its own and he ran off as fast as his legs could take him. Not even paying attention to the voices yelling at him to stop.
The house Bran led them to, was completely made of wood and seemed like it had been built by hand a long time ago, slowly being updated as time went one. Harry liked it.
"This is where we will be staying, Harry." Bran said, his easy going voice loosening something tight in Harry's chest, calming him bit by bit. "Your room is on the top floor, it used to belong to my son, Charles, but he moved into his own home a few years ago, so it's all yours now."
Harry paused in his exploration to send a questioning look at Bran.
The older man just smiled teasingly at the young boy. "I have two sons, Samuel and Charles. They should be here soon to meet you." His smile fell when he saw the uncertain look pass over Harrys suddenly pale face.
"Don't worry so much, Harry." He reached over to ruffle the messy black hair. "They are going to love you."
Harry just looked uncertainly up at the man before pulling out a notepad and pencil.
'What if they don't like me?' He wrote in his scratchy handwriting, 'Will I have to go back with the Dursleys?'
Harry showed him the notepad, keeping his eyes lowed. He missed the angry and protective look on the man's face. He was surprised when he was suddenly pulled into a hug.
"You are never going back with them Harry," Bran said, his eyes flashing at the thought. "My sons will love you, and if by some miracle they don't… well that will be their problem, not yours."
Harry looked uncertain, only to be distracted by the sound of two thumps from the front yard.
Bran smiled, "that will be them." He grabbed Harrys hand, "Let's go meet your new brothers."
