Main pairing: Edward/Harry Side-ish pairing: Jacob/Draco

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga or Harry Potter series! I am simply borrowing the characters for my perverted and imaginative mind! You cannot judge me! This is a rated M story, if you are reading it then you are aware that their may be sex later on!

A/N: THIS IS THE UPDATED AND EDITED VERSION! Enjoy my friends! Harry and Draco are OOC a bit, sorry about that. I kind of like prankster and badass-ish Harry. Also, warning! There will probably be Mpreg later on in the story! Ginny, Ron, Hermione bashing (maybe even some Dumbledore bashing)! I apologize if that is not your cup of tea!

Chapter 1

Alice could not believe what she had just seen, or partly seen; her vision had these small blocks, so she hadn't seen everything clearly. Though see saw Edward with a girl—she hadn't seen her face—and he was laughing and smiling.

She had watched as Edward sat on the piano bench next to the mysterious girl as they played the piano together. It only showed Edwards face, and the back of the female's head. Edward had opened his mouth and said something to the girl, causing her to laugh and Edwards smile to widen. Edward's hands had then stopped moving, and he wrapped an arm around the slim waist of the faceless girl, pulling her closer as she continued to play. She then leaned her head to the side and rested it on Edwards shoulder, her fingers still skimming over the keys of the piano.

Alice had also gotten glimpses of beautiful long raven-colored hair and a flash of shining red eyes, but she hadn't seem the females face. Though, she could tell she was probably stunning.

Was she a vampire? She had to be.

Maybe Edward turns her?

But, why didn't she see it happen?

Or was she not a vegetarian? That might be a problem, but Edward looked so happy, so she couldn't be bad.

Why didn't she see her face and what was with the all blocks and black spots?

Well, whatever, she knew she would get her answers soon enough. She was patient, well sometimes she was at least. Whoever was in the vision was going to make Edward happy and that was all that mattered.

For now, she would just keep this vision to herself. She had a feeling that it wouldn't be long until Edwards mate did appear.

X X X Days later X X X

"Harry, hurry up!"

Draco stood in front of their new manor, his arms crossed over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently against the ground as he watched the Gryffindor struggle to get the aristocrats bags out of the car. The blonde had enough for the two of them, so Harry had just shrunk his own belongings down and placed them in the pockets of his black skinny jeans.

Harry paused for a moment, letting out a low growl before he looking over to the longhaired Slytherin. "You know, these are your things. So either help or shut your trap," he snapped as he dragged the rest of bags out of the magically placed trunk—the trunk would only appear when Harry touched the back of the car—and placed them beside the expensive crimson Lotus Elise S2 111R. (A/N: The link to Harry's car is at the bottom of my profile! Check it out!)

Draco rolled his eyes as he lifted his hand and gave it a swift flick. The bags began to float and ardently made their way towards the house and a now smirking Draco.

Harry glanced back to his blood brother and frowned his brows. "Show off," he muttered and abruptly closed the magic trunk, letting it disappear into thin air like it had never been there, which technically it shouldn't have.

Magic is a brilliant thing.

Harry locked his car and followed a smug Draco and some floating luggage into their new home.

"Welcome to Salazar Chateau!" Draco beamed, holding out his arms out wide as to say, 'behold!' Harry was surprised his brother wasn't still feeling ill from the long flight over, but he guessed the long car ride had calmed the blondes ailments. Draco had practically cringed in fear when Harry had told him they would be flying on a plane to Port Angeles. Harry had already bought his Lotus and had shrunk it and put it in his pocket with his other things. Draco had been flabbergasted when he saw what the former Gryffindor had bought to be their transport around their new town. Draco, had been very proud of him and his expensive choice, though the car didn't even make a dent in all the money Harry had (Harry and Draco were rich beyond belief and probably wouldn't need to work a day in their lives and that was forever). Draco made a note to get his own car later, incase they both needed to separate during the day. They needed more than one car, because they didn't want to have to apparate everywhere. It would be nice to have more than one mode of transportation (hence the reason for flying on a plane; plus apparating to America to wasn't safe because of the long travel and it might give away where they were headed. They did not want that, this was a new beginning for them).

Harry eyed the inside of the home―or should he say mansion―taking in the esteemed darkness of the place. The mansion had an old victorian gothic style to it―inside and out―which Harry adored. He couldn't hold back the small smile that perked at the corner of his lips as he noticed the elegant rows of Slytherin colors that lined the whole place. Altogether this was the perfect home for him and his brother. Draco had had the mansion built and almost fully furnished a month before coming to Forks; it was placed deep in the woods, about a few miles―maybe 3 or 4―from the beach. "It's stunning Dray," he muttered, smiling at the blonde.

"Of course it is. What did you expect? I have explicable taste." Draco boasted, puffing out his chest at his raven-haired friend.

"Yeah, yeah, so you keep telling me," he rolled his eyes and waved his brother off, stepping farther into their new home and began trotting up the large stairs. "I am going to find my room and unpack; you should do the same." Harry called over his shoulder, "Oh, and don't forget we start school tomorrow," he added.

Draco groaned, "Tell me again why we have to go to school full of bloody muggles?"

Harry stopped mid-way on the stairs and looked back to his friend. "Because, we came here to blend and start over, Dray. Besides, it will only be for around one year, since we are entering 12th grade," and around the middle of the school year no less. Harry had to admit that it was bloody stupid of them, because it would mean a of bit extra work, but they were capable of getting it done.

Draco let out a huff and slouched his shoulders in defeat. Though, he still didn't understand why two 18 year old immortal veela's had to attend muggle high school, but he guessed in the long run that it would be for the best. "Fine, but don't expect me to be socialable," he grunted and pinched the bridge of his nose in aggravation.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Harry rolled his eyes at his brother once again before beginning his ascend up the stairs to find his new room and get some rest after he unpacked his belongings. As he did so, he began to think back on the time after the war and their decision to come to this small town...

After the large battle, Harry become very close with Draco over the course of 2 months; they even became as close as family and now saw each other like brothers and stated as such to others. The only time he could really be away from the Boy-Who-Lived or the Boy-Who-Defeated-Voldemort title―and the hounding paparazzi that was constantly at his door―was when he was with Draco. The blonde treated him like he wanted to: a friend, a brother and a comrade. A lot of people didn't like it, but it was his life now.

This seemed to make Ron very annoyed and angry. The Weasel―as Draco called him and now sometimes Harry―began saying that Draco had been on the wrong side of the war and that they should be treating him like the Death Eater he is–or at least was. That pissed Harry off completely; it even caused him to get depressed when Hermione wrongfully took Ron's side and not his, stating that Harry needed to stay clear of Draco. Harry had ended up yelling at them and defending Draco, telling the two that they had no right to say those nasty things about him, or demand that he stay clear of whom he considered to be family. After that incident, he had stayed clear of Hermione and Ron all together and they effectively stayed away from him.

Ginny though, not so much. She constantly badgered on and on about his responsibly to marry her. This in turn―strangely enough―pissed off Draco. Who told the girl to bugger off and let out that Harry was into blokes and liked dobber's up his arse. Ginny then asked for proof and Harry had been extremely shocked when Draco snogged him in front of the youngest Weasley. Harry was at a loss of words at that time and so was Ginny, because all she did was make a completely grossed out face, called them fags, then left (though they both had a feeling she wouldn't stay away forever). Draco was smug after that and Harry had told him that he might like blokes, but he didn't have the hots for his "brother." Draco agreed with a laugh and told him the same, just that he felt the git was annoying and he had felt kissing Harry was the best way to get the annoying bitch to leave. Harry had chuckled at that, completely agreeing. Ginny was a pushy tosser. You had to give it out straight to the daft cow or she wouldn't back off.

The next few days past―his thoughts of the fight with Ron, Hermione and Ginny rattled through his head―before he went to Draco and told him he wanted him as a brother. A real, flesh and blood, brother. This had surprised the pure blood, but had made him happy all the same. It took around a month to have the blood potion brewed, but it got finished and they became blood brothers.

Simple, right?

Well, not exactly.

The next day when they woke up―after having drank the potions the night before―something in them awakened. It coiled and twisted their blood, shockingly awakening their dormant Veela blood. They were both thoroughly shocked to wake up the next day with their changed―and quite beautified―appearance reflecting at them in the mirror. Not only where they stunned, but they also felt betrayed. Someone had locked away their heritage, without them even knowing it.

The two 17 year old brothers became determined to find out who.

Draco assumed his parents had done it, but that left his new brother out of the picture. Though that didn't stop Draco from paying a visit to St. Mango's to visit his mother, who had been permanently injured by a spell during the war (while Draco took up on that lead, Harry read up about Veela's, finding out a lot of information about him and Draco's heritage).

Of course, that lead came up blank, the women was too far gone to really recall anything; Narcissa barely remembered her own son. Lucius was in Azkaban for his crimes against the wizarding world, and had been ever since the war had ended. Which had led Draco to be alone and him able to get close to Harry, so that could be seen as a silver lining in Draco's book. He wouldn't trade his new brother for anything.

Since Shape was dead, Harry and Draco couldn't go to anyone else for information on their full Veela blood, but they had an itching about who the culprit was.

Dumbledore was gone though, so they had no way to figure out. Though, that did not explain why the old bag would put a cage spell on Draco to make the veela submit; if he even did. There was nothing they could do. So, they regrettably left it alone... for now.

A few months passed―along with Harry's 18th birthday―and the news of their Veela blood and brothership somehow reached the press (they didn't know how they found out; could have been from their change in appearance and their heightened and stunning beauty).

More reporters from different places began to hound the brothers day and night. They ignored it for a long while, before one of the reports had gone too far and broken into the brothers new apartment (they had gotten it a few weeks before they became brothers, so the place was practically new for them). Lets just say the man didn't leave on his own, or conscious. Some press backed off after that, but also some got more persistent.

Few more days passed―and a couple more incidents―before the brothers finally lost it and had requested help from a certain loony blond about leaving.

Luna Lovegood...or well now it was Luna Longbottom. Neville―not long after the war―had proposed to Luna and they had gotten married. They were both happy, and Harry was happy for them. Neville and Luna were the only two (besides sometimes George and of course Bill and his wife Fleur, who had taken up raising Harry's godson, Teddy) that Harry and Draco talked to now. The only people they could really call friends and trust. Luna said that she had seen this coming―the sneaky little seer―and had already had a location picked for them. So―after they had the place built where they would be staying and Draco's 18th birthday passed―they gathered their belongings, emptied their vaults at Gringotts―Harry the Black and Potter vault and Draco the Malfoy vault, which now belonged to him as the only heir to the Malfoy line―and up and left for their new lives in...

Forks, Washington.

A small and almost constantly raining town in America.

X X X Thursday Morning X X X

"Dray, we're going to be late." Harry called up the stairs as he pulled his long raven-colored hair back into a high ponytail, letting his bangs fall gently in front of his eyes a little, covering the very faded lightning bolt scar on his forehead. After he drank the blood potion with Draco—and took on his Veela self full force for the first time along with Draco—his hair had grown at an alarming rate; it now reached down to the small of his back. Harry usually kept it pulled back, while Draco kept his down, letting it frame his beautiful face. Their hair is about the same length, though Harry's is slightly longer and had a slight wave to it, unlike Draco's, whose was straight.

Their veela blood also had enhanced their beauty; from behind they could easily be mistaken for women and it had been done once or twice (a poor gent had mistaken Draco for a women—from behind, of course—and he had hexed him). The two wizards/veela bodies were now leaner and had nice-ish curves (but still had masculine muscle on them) making them look just a tiny bit feminine with their already pure pale skin. Their elegance and poise was also increased a fair amount and both of their facial features and structures were altered to some extent, that was also was due to the blood potion, making them look a bit more alike (like actual brothers). The noticeable blemishes were gone, their faces more angular and beautiful, and their eyes sharpened—taking away Harry's need for glasses—and now sparkled a dark crimson color. With their veela blood, they would only age until they were 18―which they were already―then would be frozen in time and immortal. Which Draco was super giddy about. The platinum blonde was very boastful about his appearance and youth. So much so that he almost did a jig when he found out that he would never ever have wrinkles or die from old age.

Their magic had also increased a large amount so their wands were not needed anymore and they could do everything wandless. They still kept their wands, if nothing but for their sentimental value and the memories they hold.

"I'm coming!" Draco yelled back to the Gryffindor as he came rushing through the hallway and down the large stairs. He wore a pair of rugged and torn dark gray skinny jeans, a plan Slytherin colored green short sleeve tee, covered slightly by a grey vest, black high-tops, and an assortment of silver, black, grey, and dark green bracelets covered both his wrists (the dark mark on the inside of his left forearm now looked like a plain tattoo and would never move again). His hair was down—as usual—with the right side tucked behind his ear, revealing the small fancy silver cursive V earring—V for Veela—and the trail of bantam black and silver studs aligning his ears.

Harry's ensemble was just as concrete as Draco's; he wore a pair of black skinny jean that hugged his curves in an almost inappropriate way and hung low on his waist, a facile blood-red short sleeve v-neck shirt that practically clung to his chest in a manner close to his pants, and crimson high-tops to match his eyes, tee, and the arrangement of red and black bracelets that bound to his wrists. He also had a V earring like Draco's on his right ear, though his is black; with his hair pulled back it gave everyone a clear view of the decorative piece and a few black studs in the top curve of his ears.

"I swear to Merlin, there is no one in the world that takes as long to do their hair as you do, brother." Harry said with a roll of his blood-like colored eyes, and one hand on his slim hip. His black messenger bag was slung over his shoulder; an assortment of different buttons and pins covered the front of the bag.

"Hey, this," he pointed to his head, "doesn't just happen on its own." Draco stated, his usual Malfoy elegance standing proud in his voice, and adjusted the dark green messenger bag on his shoulder.

Harry sighed. "Whatever. Now come on," he turned and pulled the car keys to his blood colored lotus out of his pocket as he headed out. He walked to the car—Draco following suit—and slipped into the drivers seat after unlocking it. Draco glided into the passenger seat as Harry stuck the keys in the ignition and started up the car. The radio clicked on and "I'm Not A Vampire" by Falling In Reverse began to play, the sound filling the entire car as they backed out of the driveway of their victorian mansion and towards the school.

X X X School X X X

Harry pulled into the parking lot of the school, the radio blaring loudly, causing all heads to turn to the direction of the fancy car. Students began to stop and stare/gape/gossip at the new kids arrival. Draco starred out the tinted windows of Harry's Lotus, eyeing all the teenagers as Harry swerved them into an open parking space.

"So much for blending in." Draco mumbled as the Gryffindor placed the car in park and cut off the engine.

Harry sighed and shook his head. "Maybe buying this car was a bad idea," he stated looking over to his brother.

"Nah," Draco waved his hand dismissing the comment, "we would have stood out even without the car, so don't fret." A smirk slowly spread across his face. "Besides, blending in is over-rated." Draco unbuckled his seat belt and slipped out of the car to greet the waiting crowd.

Harry rolled his eyes and did the same, stepping out of the car and tossing his messenger bag over his shoulder.

The girls began to squeal with glee at the appearance of the two handsome boys. Draco was over-joyed at the amount of attention he was receiving and sent flirtatious winks at some of the girls that he passed by. Harry kept his face stoic and unemotional, keeping to himself and not indulging in the crowd.

Draco glanced over at Harry and grinned, nudging him gently in the shoulder. "Come on Harry, lighten up," he pressed.

Harry looked at his brother, "Whatever happened to being unsociable?" He asked, raising a brow.

Draco just shrugged in response and pressed forward, stepping into the school building. Harry let out a sigh and shook his head, before following his brother.

The two of them walked down the hallway; people openly staring at them and whispering amongst themselves. Draco, who finally composed himself in some sort of manner, looked over to the Gryffindor―turned Slytherin―and leaned in slightly towards him, "So, what's our story?" He whispered.

"Our names are Harrison and Dracen Salazar and we moved here from England after our parents died in an horrible car accident, wanting to start fresh in a new place." Harry mumbled to his brother they walked into the main office.

Draco nodded in understanding and trotted up to the front desk where a lady was staring down at an open book in front of her. Draco cleared his throat causing the women to look up from her book. The lady blushed a bright red as her green eyes met Draco's crimson ones.

Draco smirked at her, "Hi, I'm Dracen Salazar and this is my brother," he motioned to Harry who stood pensively beside him, "Harrison Salazar. We are the new students." Draco had turned his veela powers up on high.

"Oh, um, right...uh, let me get your, um, things," the lady stammered and began digging through her desk drawer. She did this for a while, mumbling soft curses under her breath about not being able to find the papers.

Draco smirked at the lady's distress and Harry had to muffle a laugh that uttered to leave his lips.

A few more moments later, she finally pulled out a couple sheets. "Here they are," she grumbled and looked back up to Draco and Harry, giving a shaky smile, still blushing like maniac. "T-These are your schedules and a map of the school, in case you get lost," she handed the two the papers. "And these," she handed the wizards two other sheets, "you need to have signed by every teacher and returned to me by the end of the day."

Draco gave her one of his famous Malfoy smiles, "Thank you," he said, purposely laying his British accent on thick, making the lady look like a tomato. "Have a nice day," he said as he turned around and headed out of the office with Harry.

"Y-You two," the lady stuttered in complete awe from the two boys who had been standing in front of her just seconds ago.

"Did you really have to use your powers on the poor lady?" Harry golfed, glaring at the Slytherin as he tried to hold back the amused smile that threatened to appear on his lips.

"Oh, come on, it was funny," Draco laughed, causing the group of girls who passed them to blush and practically faint in the middle of the hallway at the blonde-haired veela's enchanting and musical voice.

Harry glared at him for a few more moments before it faltered and a smile formed on his lips. "Yeah, it kinda was," he said letting out a chuckle of his own, getting the same reaction as Draco from another group of girls―and evidently some males―who trotted by.

They continued to laugh as they made their way down the hallway, before stopping, just noticing that they didn't know where they were headed.

"What do you have Harry?" The Slytherin asked, eyeing his schedule. "I have Math, English, Biology, History, Lunch, Study Hall and then Sociology," he listed, looking over to the raven-haired veela who was looking pensively over his own schedule.

"I got Biology first period, followed by English, Math, Study Hall, Lunch, History and then Music." Harry stated. "So we have two classes together: English and Lunch."

The Slytherin opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by the sound of the bell, signaling the beginning of the day. "Well then, I guess I will see you in second period, if I survive the hell that is called Math," he groaned earning a chuckle from Harry before they went their separate ways, heading off to first period.

X X X Biology X X X

Harry stepped into first period; Biology. The students that were already in their seats stopped their chatter as soon as he stepped in, and they settled for staring at the veela. Harry just ignored the promenaded stares and whispers and walked over to the teacher's desk and introduced himself. He handed the teacher the paper from the main office to sign, before the teacher pointed him to a seat in the back. Harry was grateful that the man didn't make him introduce himself, and walked to the back and sat down.

The bell rang, signaling the start of class and Harry stared at the front, listening to the teacher begin his lesson. Though his focus didn't last long as he felt a large push on his mind, trying to pass his Occulemency barrier.

Harry frowned and looked over beside him, his eyes landing on a large pale body in the desk next to his. The male had a short curly bronze hair, a handsome angular face and the most beautiful golden eyes.

Crimson eyes locked with gold ones.

Harry was instantly entranced by the man and his magic swirled and pulsed, pulling him towards the golden eyed creature. His magic hummed happily under his skin in the thought of being close to the man.

It wanted him. Needed him. It wasn't just his magic, he himself could feel the need to wrap himself in the mans large arms and stay there.

Forever.

Harry mentally shook his head and eventually snapped out of it and tried to control his magic.

The man maybe be stunning―and utterly his type from head to toe and every single bloody angle―but there was also something completely off about him.

He knew this, but his magic couldn't seem to care less.

Harry saw a slight expand in the males eyes and felt a meager rush of fear emit from him. The male than seemed to be lost in thought for a moment before the golden eyes narrowed and Harry felt another pull on his mind.

Harry knitted his brows realizing that this was the one trying to read his mind. If he was trying to get into his head that meant that this teenager was anything but human.

Harry took in the gorgeous male's appearance once more, while once again ignoring the jerks and tugs from his magic.

Unnatural beauty, pale skin, golden honey eyes...

He began to think back on a conversation he had once with Hermione back in fifth year; they had stayed up late studying for their O.W.L's.

"A vegetarian vampire is one who subsists to an animal blood diet instead of a human based one. Being a vegetarian is very uncommon for vampires as animal blood is less appetizing than humans, therefore most consider it highly unnatural." Hermione stated.

The two friends sat on the floor across from each other in the Gryffindor common room; a pile of books and papers separated them. They were positioned in front of the fireplace, the flickering light from the warm fire lighting up the dark room and the writing of the study material.

"But why would they take to a vegetarian diet?" Harry asked rising a confused brow at Hermione.

"It allows them to live among humans with little or no detection, even though it can only be accomplished in a region with ample animal populations," she explained and turned to the next page in the rather large book that rest in her lap before continuing. "In some cases, such vampires can live not only as a coven but as a family, as their needs don't always drive them to kill or compete for their prey, which usually drives a coven apart. By feeding on animals, they retain the ability to resist the urge to consume humans, and allows them to form bonds and live together as close as a real family."

"Is their any possible way to tell them apart?" Harry questioned.

"Their eyes; those who consume humans have red eyes, and vegetarians have gold."

Harry snapped out of his thoughts finally knowing that the male next to him is a vegetarian vampire. That would explain the small twinge of fear he felt flow from the man earlier when their gazes first met. His red eyes; the handsome male must think that he is a human consuming vampire. Plus, he was sure his V earring didn't help quell the poor vampires fears either.

Harry let out a mental laugh at the thought.

This could be fun.

Harry put on a famous Malfoy sneer—one that would have surely made Draco proud—and looked the vampire in the eyes. "I would appreciate if you stayed out of my mind veggie vamp," he growled lowly causing the immortal teens eyes to widen in complete shock. Harry smirked at the clear and utter look of surprise on the vampires face before turning back to the front.

Even though he knew that this rather stunning male couldn't possibly be a threat, he still would have to make a note to tell Draco during English next period.

The rest of the class period went by pretty fast and seemingly uneventful, besides the constant glances in his direction every so often and the constant annoying oscillation from his magic. It wasn't just under his skin now. He could feel it in his magical core.

As soon as the bell rang Harry quickly gathered up his belongings and headed to his next class without even so much as one glance at the vampire.


This is the end of CHAPTER 1!

Wow, I had to edit this A LOT more than I thought I would have to, but I hope you all enjoyed it non-the-less.

I know the Veela thing is a bit wonky, but I thought the inheratace thing and coming of age was a just a bit over used in my book. So, I had Draco's and Harry's veela side caged by a spell instead and when they drunk the blood potions, it mixed and somehow broke the spell. I hope that is acceptable and understandable. LOL!

I know what I am going to with the next chapter. Maybe gonna go through a bit of Edwards day and his thoughts on Harry *wink* BUT YOU ALL WILL HAVE TO READ IT TO FIND OUT! As soon as I write chapter 2, I will put it up. So look forward to it! It wont be a long wait...hopefully! Hehe.

Love,

YAOI-DRUGER