Disclaimer: All rights reserved to J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series, and Stephenie Meyer, author of the Twilight series.
Warnings: shounen-ai, meaning boyxboy pairing
Main Pairing: Jasper/Harry
Side Pairings: Carlisle/Esme, Emmett/Rosalie, Edward/Alice
Not Alone
He would always sit alone. Tucked away in his own corner, with the blinds half opened to let sunlight peek through, highlighting the dust that danced in the air, he was immersed in a history book, always history. It was like time stood still and painted an ethereal picture of this perfect moment. Slightly hunched over, Jasper blocked out the sounds of quiet laughter and constant whispers and replaced them with their written cousins, focusing solely on the ink on the pages that slowly flowed from sentences to paragraphs to chapters. He was a statue; the quick flickers of his eyes as he read was the only tell tale sign of movement.
The emotions swarming in the library were pushed to the back of his mind until he felt a small poke of curiosity. Jasper stopped in the middle of a sentence, confused by the sudden feeling. He stiffened, however, when he heard the soft steps of someone nearing his personal alcove. Jasper soon found the usually vacant spot of the love seat occupied. Jasper sent a glance toward the stranger, an alluring young male with the most captivating emerald eyes. He caught Jasper's gaze and returned a soft smile. With a nod, the beautiful stranger opened his book and began to read. Jasper stilled when he caught scent of the other's blood and ceased breathing. It was like nothing he ever smelt before, sweet yet spicy, delicate yet fragrant. With one whiff, Jasper had to restrain himself from draining the mysterious creature of his delicious life. Snapping his book shut, Jasper strode out of the room as quickly as possible, border lining appearing human. His teeth remained clenched and his body tense until he reached his house.
From that day on, everyday, after school, without fail, Jasper would find the strange male sitting in his corner. And Jasper, ever the gentleman that he was, did not tell him to leave. The temptation for the younger's blood never subsided, but as long as Jasper had already fed, it shouldn't be much of a problem. As the days passed on, the tension slowly left the vampire's shoulders, leaving him feeling a sense of peace and comfort whenever he entered their little sanctuary.
A few days after the two met, Jasper noticed the occasional glances sent his way. After five more minutes of the consistent looks, he let out a silent sigh. Setting down his book, he leaned back slightly.
"Is there something you needed?"
The other froze before averting his gaze almost shyly. "I just realized I never got your name."
Jasper's lips quirked up in a half smirk, finding he was right. "My name is Jasper Hale."
"I'm Harry Potter. Nice to finally meet you, Jasper."
Seconds after arriving, Jasper knew he made a mistake in coming today. He hadn't fed for a few days now and Harry sitting next to him was not helping. His blood was singing to Jasper in a sweet, sweet voice. Jasper knew his eyes were a pitch black. Feeling his fangs extend, he gripped the hardcover book tightly, staring at the words but not processing them. There was a painful scratching in his throat. He wouldn't tear into Harry. He wouldn't suck him dry. He wouldn't hurt Harry.
Before Jasper knew what was happening, he was already on the floor, pinning Harry down. He was vaguely aware that he tossed the book somewhere behind him. Teeth bared over Harry's neck, he was prepared to dig in when he realized a fact belatedly: he felt no fear at all emanating from Harry.
Harry raised an eyebrow as if wondering why Jasper stopped. Gritting his teeth, he quickly rose and fled the library.
The next day, Jasper waited nervously for Harry to show up. Fiddling with the strands of thread poking out of the love seat, he wondered why he bothered to come at all. Harry would no doubt be frightened by the prospect of Jasper now. Surely the fact that he was a vampire would deter the human from ever seeing him again. The tactician in Jasper screamed at him for not plotting ways to eliminate the threat while the other side of him, the side that views Harry as someone important to him, assures him that Harry would never tell anyone his secret. Jasper looked at his watch, noting that if Harry wanted to show up, he would have a long time ago. Sighing, the blond stood up, ready to make his way home filled with regret and self hate.
"Sorry I'm late," Harry apologized sheepishly. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and held a small bag in the other.
Jasper stared surprised and shocked at Harry who just smiled back. Harry studied him for a moment and stared right into his amber eyes before nodding to himself.
"You look better today."
"Yeah," Jasper looked away, unsure if he should continue. Should he tell Harry he was a vampire? Did Harry already know? What would Jasper do if Harry already did know?
Before Jasper could think of anything else, he reflexively caught an object that was tossed at his face. Looking down at his hand, he found the little pouch that Harry carried in. The blond rose an eyebrow when he found multiple lollipops inside.
"Sorry, I'm not a big fan of sweets," Jasper explained, trying to give Harry the bag.
Harry shook his head.
"No, you'll like it! I promise."
Jasper snorted, finding that statement unbelievable. The only thing he found appetizing was blood. He finally relented though when he saw Harry pouting at him.
Jasper slowly unwrapped the lollipop and hesitated before popping it into his mouth, preparing himself for the worst. His eyes widened and jaw slackened when a burst of light yet delicious flavor greeted his tongue.
"What is this?" Jasper asked awed.
"Blood pops," Harry answered slightly amused. He tilted his head to the side, inspecting the wrapper. "That one is unicorn blood, I believe. Don't worry though. The blood was freely given from the unicorn."
Jasper furrowed his brow when Harry finished. Unicorn? He had a tough time wrapping his mind around that concept. Surely they were just myths right? But then again, humans would think that he was a myth too and yet here he was. Although, if unicorns did exist…
Jasper stared at Harry.
What exactly was Harry then?
Though Jasper was immensely curious about the true identity of Harry Potter, he would never ask his friend about himself. Jasper felt that he would lose Harry if he did, that Harry wouldn't show up the next day.
Harry had had a difficult life. Jasper could see it in Harry's world weary eyes and the way he tends to space out as if in his own world. Whenever Harry was in one of those modes, the blond would wait patiently for the other to return. Harry would usually come back feeling happier and yet slightly melancholic, seeming to yearn for something. Other times though, Harry would startle to reality, heart pounding and racing with fear and panic. Then came a tsunami of self hate, depression, and regret. This was what Jasper prepares for. He was ready to comfort Harry who curls in on himself and cries quietly.
"I'm sorry. It's all my fault," Harry would whisper repeatedly.
"It's okay. I'm here. It's not your fault," Jasper would whisper back, bringing Harry into his arms.
"I'm sorry," Harry ignores Jasper and keeps apologizing.
Afterwards, when Harry was feeling better, he would look up and smile tiredly at Jasper. The vampire would just hold Harry and keep his questions to himself, no matter how much he wants to ask. Even though Jasper doesn't know what Harry has been through, the blond will always be there to comfort the other.