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Warning[s]: This story does contain slash m/m.

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Prologue

The time to pack up and move on had once again upon Edward and his family. It was time to take on a new life and identity before anyone could get any more suspicious about them not aging a day older than they claim to be. It was a fact of life that made up the Cullens existence. And it broke Edward's heart that he had to leave England because he would be leaving behind one of the best things that has happened to him in half a century; meeting Harry Potter.

The young, shy, and sheltered boy he baby-sat on many occasions, held a fire-y passion of life burning within his young soul waiting to burst forth. It was a jewel that Edward uncovered by accident. From the moment Edward set eyes on the young boy he felt the strong pull of his instinct to protect the little one. It came as a shock because since his turning Edward had little to do with humans, apart from his interactions at school. To find a human, a young one at that that had awakened such an intense response from him was surely someone worth looking into.

And he was greatly rewarded for his interest.

Edward had never smiled so much in the previous years of his existence. It was all because of Harry. The way the small child green eyes brightened with happiness, the way he titled his head sideways allowing his dark locks to fall over his brow when he was confused, and his continual questions about how things were and why.

Oh yes, Harry had a zeal about life that went over the heads of most children his age, but was never allowed to express that as often as he wished because of his relatives. Edward had learned that Vernon Dursley, Harry's uncle, had punished the young child when he had better grades than Dudley. Harry quickly learned to stay below average because that's where his cousin was at in school, so Harry was way below the average—sad really.

Edward felt rage at the attitude Harry's relatives had in regards to the young boy's education. The teen had continuously complained about it to his sister Alice who in turn just calmly explained that it will be short lived. Just a few more short years and the flames within will consume everything Harry comes in contact with.

Edward closed the last of his boxes marking it bedroom, and with a heavy sigh he placed the box with the others in the corner waiting to be shipped away.

"Glad that's done," he huffed running a hand through his messy bronze hair.

A knock came on the door.

"All done Edward?" his father, Carlisle the doctor with the best reputation in town (no matter where they go and not looking a day over thirty), asked from the doorway.

"Yeah just about," said he answered looking about his room making sure he packed everything he wanted.

"Well the Dursley's just called they need you to come in a little earlier," Carlisle informed the teen, leaning against the door frame.

"Alright," Edward replied distractedly.

Edward is one of two male baby-sitters in town, and one of the best. He is high in demand for other families to hire, but he was loyal to only a few families; the Scotts, the Pittmans and the Dursleys.

It was a bit difficult at first to persuade the Dursleys to accept him as a babysitter. There were a few applicants that wanted the position, and that few became none with the help of his brother's influence.

The Dursleys were an unpleasant bunch, sticking their noses up at everyone acting as if they're superior to those around them; which made no sense because they lived in the same cookie cutter style house as everyone else on their street. The only reason Edward fought so hard to baby-sit for them was because of their nephew Harry Potter.

Edward adored Harry with every fiber of his existence, the kindness and gentleness that radiated from him was something to behold given the young boy's lack of receiving such emotions daily within his own home. Edward with every chance he could get would tell Harry that he is special and that he is somebody important.

Digging his car keys from his back pocket Edward made his way to the silver Volvo parked in the driveway."I should be home around midnight," he called to Carlisle as he backed out into the streets.

Edward pulled alongside number four Privet Drive. Walking up to the house, he saw the glow of the lights from the living room pour out onto the front porch and into the little garden under the windowsill. He raised his hand ready to knock when he heard the hissing voice of Vernon Dursley telling his nephew that he was worthless and that he better behave.

Scowling Edward knocked on the door, quickly changing his scowl in to a polite smile when the door was opened by Vernon's wife. She had a fake smile pasted on her face, as she always did.

"Edward," she greeted in a cheery tone. "Come on in. We were just getting ready to head out."

"Mrs. Dursley, Mr. Dursley," Edward greeted nodding his head to the latter.

"There's been a change of plans tonight, you will be only looking after Harry, Dudley is at his friend's house for a little sleepover. Hope that's not a problem for you?" asked Petunia turning to glare at Harry.

"No, no of course not," he answered smiling at Harry.

"Good. Well we should be back around eleven." Vernon huffed, helping his wife into her jacket on the way out the door. "And you behave boy," he sneered at Harry.

Harry nodded weakly, eyes looking down.

"Have a good night," Edward smiled after them as they closed the door. He stood listening as the pair drove off. When he couldn't hear them any longer he turned to smile at Harry who in turn smiled toothily.

"It's just me and you Raven, so what shall we do first?"

"Food?" he asked in a low murmur.

Edward chuckled. "Okay what would you like? Pizza, pasta, grilled cheese, a jumbo sub, tacos, burritos…you know you could stop me at anytime," he paused looking at Harry whose face glowed with subtle happiness.

Harry, with his face crinkled up, took his time to think about what he wanted for dinner. His aunt gave him half a sandwich for, what she called, his dinner before Edward had arrived, but it wasn't filling and was bland. Edward was a good cook, and it was a treat when he cooked for Harry.

"Pizza!" he finally decided.

"I was hoping you would say that," Edward said. "I have the ingredients my car, be back in a flash."

And back in a flash he was with a tall brown paper bag full of groceries in his arm.

"Wow that's was fast!" Harry exclaimed, his missing front tooth causing him to whistle a little. "How did you do that?"

"Magic," Edward winked as he passed him on the way to the kitchen.

"Ready, Chef Harry," the teen asked, placing the required ingredients out on the counter top. He then turned setting the oven to 425 .

"Yes sir!" Harry beamed. He climbed onto the stepping stool making his height almost even to Edward's shoulder.

Edward ruffled the young boy's hair causing Harry to laugh and bat away his hand. They set about mixing the dough, Harry threw in hand full of flour in the mixing bowl as directed by Edward. He smiled when the white cloud of flour floated upward when Edward kneaded the dough. What started out as a fairly clean process soon got messy.

Edward put the dough on the cutting board which was heavily coated in flour. He then let Harry have the honor of the final kneading of dough. The small child had streaks of flour splattered across his face, hair, and clothes from pounding into the dough with too much enthusiasm in a matter of minutes. As a result Edward had the white powder all over his shirt and a small handprint of flour on his face.

"Let the dough sit for a few minutes while we clean up, and then we'll prep the salad," He said grabbing a wet cloth and began to clean Harry's face and hands.

Harry's faced screwed up his face at the mention of vegetables, "No vege'ables."

"Well buddy if you want to be just as handsome, strong and fast like me you will," Edward grinned getting the last of flour off his charge.

"You strong, yeah right" Harry scoffed.

"I'm serious."

"Prove it."

Edward turned mumbling under his breath playfully. He searched around the kitchen looking for an object. He spotted a wooden spoon that was sitting near and lifted it, feigning that said object was too heavy.

"Goodness me, I forgot that I haven't eaten any veggies today," he stated in a cheery commercial voice, earning a smile from Harry.

He took a carrot from the bag taking a huge bite and made a show of chewing and swallowing.

"Alrighty," he stooped to Harry's height grabbing a hold of a knee and shoulder lifting the young boy above his head like a bench press. Harry let loose a squeal of delight.

"You see," Edward asked. "Eating vegetables makes you strong. You believe me now?"

"Yes!"

Edward dropped Harry in his arms hugging him close and began to tickle him. Harry squirmed and giggled trying to get loose.

"So now are you going to eat your vegetables?"

"Yes!" Harry gasped in between laughs.

"You promise?" Edward demanded not easing up on his attack.

"Yes Ed!" Harry shrieked.

"Yes what?"

"I promise!"

"Okay," Edward smiled pleased with his answer. He set Harry back on his feet. "Let's get back to work."

Harry and Edward fell into a smooth working pace. Edward chopped the onions and bell peppers while Harry separated the pepperoni and crumbled the sausage. Edward turned on the radio to drown out some of the excess silence. He turned to Harry and smiled, the young child returned the gesture with his own one thousand watt smile. Edward didn't have Jasper's gift of empathy to know exactly how his young charge was feeling.

Harry was glad that every once and while that he could have Edward to himself. When Dudley was around Harry couldn't be as relaxed and comfortable as he was currently feeling. Dudley would try to disrupt Harry's peaceful frame of mind when he felt that his cousin was having too much fun (which in Dudley's opinion means anything that brings about a smile on Harry's face). This only happened because Dudley was not the one lavished on and in the spotlight which was a strange thing to him in his own home.

It was nights like these that kept a big smile on Harry's face even when his aunt and uncle blamed him for something he didn't do or something was not to their liking. Not even his cousin and his bully friends couldn't wipe away the smile, because he would be looking forward to seeing Edward after school.

An up tempo rock song came on the radio Edward grinned and turned it up as he began to sing along into the ladle to Harry.

The world would be a lonely place
Without the one that puts a smile on your face
So hold me 'til the sun burns out
I won't be lonely when I'm down

Harry hummed along swaying his little hips side to side with the beat, picking up the words to the chorus he too sang along.

'Cause I've got you to make me feel stronger
When the days are rough and an hour seems much longer

Edward passed the make believe microphone to Harry and together they sang.

Yeah I've got you
Oh to make me feel stronger
When the days are rough and an hour seems much longer
Yeah when I've got you
To make me feel better
When the nights are long they'll be easier together
Yeah when I've got you...

Harry and Edward sang their duet while they continued to build their pizza; adding the cheese Edward placed the finish product in the oven.

Harry smiled as Edward belted out the last note; eyes closed and head thrown back pouring his all into the song. One word simply described him right then and there; angelic Harry thought, and this is our song.

Opening his eyes smiling, Edward met Harry's green gaze. Those sea green eyes swam with unconfined happiness that rarely was expressed, and to have that emotion elicited by him was breathtaking.

It was that free spirited and joyful face that Edward loved to see. It was that face he thought about when the world was lost in their dream world.

"Our song," Edward echoed Harry's thoughts.

After dinner the boys sat in the dark living room lounging on the couch watching the latest action packed movie on VHS from the video store. It was rare for Harry to be actually sitting in the family room watching TV, most of the time he would be washing up in the kitchen or in his room. Uncle Vernon deemed him unworthy to be allowed access to such luxury and his aunt did not want him to stain her furniture with the likes of him.

So he was seizing every moment he had with Edward now, but the knowledge of his best friend, his only friend leaving tomorrow he could not enjoy it as much as he would like.

"Edward?"Harry started timidly.

"Yeah?"

Harry took in a deep breath. "You like me don't you?"

"Of course I do. Why?" The teen turned his full attention to the young boy. He could see from the light coming off the TV that Harry's green eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"Then why are you leaving tomorrow," Harry sniffed.

Edward knowing where this was coming from shifted closer to Harry, the tears began to roll down his small chubby cheeks. It had happened before eight weeks ago when he told him that he was going away to school and got the same reaction; tears complete with pouting lips. It was heartbreaking to see it then as it is now.

"Harry look at me," the teen commanded softly.

Harry turned his sullen face toward him with the aid of Edward's thumb and forefinger; eyes sparkled with tears that threatened to fall in full force and his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth to keep from trembling.

An odd sort of feeling constricted in Edward's chest at this sight. A feeling that he has not felt in over a century before his turning, but has now made its presence known. Any humane feelings that he had before has been long since concealed in his existence as a lone bitter vampire, has now been emerging ever since he met Harry.

How can someone so young make me feel human again? Edward thought. He really shouldn't be surprised any more when such emotions took a hold of him.

He pulled Harry in to his arms in a comforting embrace. The young child quickly took to the contact and hooked his arms around Edward's middle in a firm grip. Edward rocked them both side to side in a soothing rhythm quieting the sobs that broke out from the smaller boy. A long stretch of moments passed by before Edward spoke.

"Harry," he muttered. The sound of sniffling was his only answer accompanied by thoughts of the young boy in his arms.

Nobody will care about me now. Who will protect me from Dudley? I'll be more alone than ever when Edward leaves! Why does he have to go?

Harry burst into a fresh bout of tears with his thoughts, clinging to Edward tightly as if he was his life line.

"You're my boy, Harry," he spoke softly into his ear, carding his fingers through the raven mop. "I love every moment that I get to spend with you. Never doubt that I care about you little Raven."

"Still I don't want you to go. You'll forget about me," Harry sniffed.

"Never," Edward exclaimed. "You are impossible to forget, you will be forever etched in to my heart. Besides," Edward shifted pulling out a dog tag necklace from his shirt, "I've got this."

Harry lifted his head to examine the shiny silver pendant; on it was a picture of him smiling his toothy grin. Harry was in awe, his aunt and uncle never cared to have his pictures out to be shown to their friends with pride (not that they have taken many photos of him), so to have Edward have a photo of him engraved on a pedant chain was of course the most heartwarming feeling he has ever had.

"When did you get this?"

"Got it made yesterday, got you one too."

Edward pulled out another dog tag, the same design, from his breast pocket. The picture engraved was of the two of them smiling like there was no tomorrow. Harry's smile was the brightest putting the sun to shame.

"This was the day we went ice skating," Harry stated tracing his index finger across their features in an admiring way.

"Yes. Here let me put in on for you. See now you will always have something to remember me by and me of you. In a way I will be with you so you will not feel as lonely."

"Thank you Eddie," Harry whispered tucking himself further into Edward's arms.

Edward smiled at the given nickname hugging Harry closer to him. They sat in silence, the feel of contentment and warmth wrapping them in a blanket of comfort.

It wasn't long until the movie they had been watching rolled to the end credits making the already dim room darken.

"Ed, can I ask you something?" Harry muttered shivering slightly as sleep lay at the door ready to claim him.

"Sure."

"Why are you so cold? You're always cold."

Harry had been aware of the difference of temperature in Edward. At first he thought nothing of it. One day during the winter he brushed fingers with Edward, he noticed how he was cold as ice even when the heater has been on.

That day onward Edward made it a point to keep psychical contact to minimum, but he thought different of it. Edward knew that Harry was different from any other human he's come in contact with so he wasn't too worried over Harry freaking out.

"Because it's the way I am."

"Oh." Harry mouthed just a sleep clothed him.

"You'll know soon enough, Harry" Edward whispered as he stood carrying Harry to his room. "Soon, I promise."

He pulled the covers up to the boy's chin removing his glasses placing them on the side table. "Sweet dreams." he whispered brushing back Harry's fringe revealing a lightning bolt shaped scar.

Edward made his way downstairs to the kitchen to straighten up to take his mind off the recent and upcoming events. He washed the dishes, dried and put them away and straightened up the living room. Try as he might he could not get over the twinge of pain he felt when he thought of leaving Harry; he knew those tear filled eyes will haunt him even when he was far across the Atlantic.

His face etched in sadness and eyes swimming with tears, how could I leave him in such a state? Too flustered to continue his game of indifference he sank into the nearest the chair burying his face in his hands. If vampires could cry this one would be shedding a tear, or tears.

"Don't worry Edward," a feminine voice spoke. "He is going to be somebody great, someone everyone will adore. He'll be just fine, you'll see."

"I hope you're right Alice. I hope you're right."