DISCLAIMER: I don't own 'Harry Potter' or 'The Twilight Saga' or any of the characters (sadly). They are the property of J.K. Rowling & Stephenie Meyer.

I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! Jacob thought viciously and threw his coffee mug into the kitchen wall. Twisting his fingers in his thick, black hair, Jacob tried unsuccessfully to tamper down his anger. Of course it wasn't working.

"Jacob?" Billy Black said as he wheeled into the kitchen, having heard the coffee mug break.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I'll pay for that, I swear", grumbled Jacob.

"I'm not worried about the coffee mug. I'm worried about you", replied Billy, wheeling closer to his son and looking up at him with a concerned look on his weathered face.

Jacob turned from his father to stare out the window overlooking the sink. It was raining yet again. The dismal weather didn't do anything to calm the boiling anger and frustration Jacob felt.

It had been two weeks since he talked to Bella in the woods beside her house, warning her that if she changed into a vampire, he was going to have to kill her according to the treaty his pack set up with the bloodsuckers, the Cullen Family. He hoped that with time, he could forget her, forget how he felt about her, and try to move on with his life, but with every passing day, his anger grew until he snapped just a few moments before.

"Look", his dad began and then said, "Why don't you take off?"

"What? I can't leave!" objected Jacob, turning back to his dad.

"Yes, you can. I've already talked to Sam. He agrees that it would be best if you left town for a while, not too long. Just for about a few weeks", Billy explained reassuringly.

Jacob thought about it for a minute then asked with a sigh, "Where would I go?"

"I was thinking your Uncle Sirius in London could benefit from your company. He's been holed up in Grimmauld Place. I'm afraid he might lose his mind if he goes another day alone in that creepy place. So what do you say? Does a trip to London sound worth your while?" Billy told Jacob.

So a couple of days later, Jacob arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place with nothing but one suitcase, a knapsack, and the clothes on his back. Staring up at the gothic face of 12 Grimmauld Place, Jacob tried to get excited about staying at this place for the next couple of weeks, but couldn't muster up any excitement. Approaching the door, it opened just before he could open it and he heard the words, "Stupefy!" before flying backwards some feet and landing on his back with a grunt.

"What the-?" cried Jacob as he sat up.

"Oh, sorry! I thought you were…" A girl with thick, curly brown hair apologized. She was flanked by a tall, red-haired freckled guy and a shorter guy with black hair and round glasses.

"You thought I was who?" demanded Jacob with a snarl as he got to his feet and glared at the girl.

"Hey, bugger off!" the red-haired guy shouted at him, stepping almost protectively in front of the brown-haired girl.

"Ron, it's okay! I think I know who this is. Are you Jacob?" the bespectacled guy said first to the red-haired guy, Ron, and then to Jacob.

"Yeah, and who are you?" Jacob asked the guy, narrowing his black eyes at him.

"I'm Harry Potter, Sirius's godson. These are my best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley", the guy told him, pointing between himself and the guy and girl next to him.

"Well, excuse me, but I've never heard of you", Jacob said in a snotty tone to Harry.

"That makes you the first in a long time to tell me that you haven't heard about me", Harry replied with a smile.

"What; are you famous or something?" Jacob asked Harry.

"Something like that", the guy, Ron, replied with a snort of laughter.

"Look, I don't know why you're here, but you can't be here", Harry went on to tell Jacob.

"Why not? I have just about every right to see Uncle Sirius as you do, buddy. So if you don't mind, I'd like to shower and…" Jacob began to argue as he stepped into the foyer.

"WAIT!" Harry, Hermione, and Ron cried but it was too late, Jacob had tripped over the coat hanger and thus woke up Mrs. Black, who began screeching at the top of her lungs from within her painting.

"FILTH! SCUM! MUDBLOODS! SCOURGING THE HOUSE OF MY FOREFATHERS!" Mrs. Black screamed.

"HELP US!" Hermione screamed at Jacob over Mrs. Black's rants as she, Ron, and Harry grabbed the curtains that had flung open when Jacob had tripped.

Getting to his feet, Jacob hurried to grab a piece of curtain and help close them over Mrs. Black, quieting her screams. Stepping back, Jacob looked at Ron, Harry, and Hermione and asked, "What the hell is going on here?"

* What do you think so far? Where's Sirius? What are Ron, Hermione, and Harry doing at 12 Grimmauld Place? Will there be answers to these important questions? Find out when we continue in Chapter 2 of my newest crossover fanfic, 'Black as My Heart'!