I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight.

Warnings: None

Thank you, thank you and thank you once more. I couldn't believe that I had over two hundred hits in over an hour.

Now, I want to thank the ones that reviewed. I will get around to thank all of you. *hug*

I saw a few things in Chapter one that I need to go back and fix. Which I will get to also.

I added some, but not a lot to this one.

Nina

Harry awoke to a pounding headache. Taking a deep breath, he pushed up on the soft mattress.

The smell alone told him he was no longer at Hogwarts. He wasn't at home either. To his memory, neither place seemed like roses.

Pushing himself until he sat up on the bed, he started remembering. His birthday...the pain, there had been so much pain. Professor Dumbledore had came to pick him up. Things went a bit fuzzy after that. Except for Snape. He had made the man say honeysuckle.

Harry looked down at his now small body. That had been one thing he did remember. He, Harry James Potter had turned into of all things, a Sprite. That was just so wrong. It even sounded wrong.

He glanced down at his feet. Little feet and tiny toes. It was embarrassing. Totally embarrassing. How did they think he could fight looking like this? Maybe, he could play peek a boo, with the great snake face. Yeah, he could see that now.

Harry moaned looking down at the floor. He needed to find out where Dumbledore had send him too. More important, how long did he have to stay here.

"I knew I heard someone up in here." A sweet voice called out.

"Where am I?" Harry asked glancing toward the voice.

"My name is Esme." She said walking closer to him. "You are in Forks Washington."

"Where?" Harry asked covering his mouth. He sound like a bloody bird chirping.

"You are in America." She answered.

Harry felt his eyes go wide. That was one answer he hadn't expected. Why had Dumbledore sent him so far away? That seemed to be an easy answer. For his safety. Everything had to be for his safety.

"How are you feeling?" She asked feeling of his forehead. "You've been asleep for nearly a week now."

Harry slightly nodded. That explained his headache. It wasn't normal to sleep that long. It wasn't normal for him to sleep much at all. Then again, when had anything been normal for him?

"Will you tell me if you are hurting?" She asked with a smile.

He smiled for her. No way would he open his mouth. No more sounding like a bird. Bloody Sprite. All he needed was a set of wings. Dumbledore did tell him, that he wouldn't grow wings. He had promised him that.

"Do you want me to help you to the bathroom?" She asked.

"No." He peeped out.

"No?" She asked surprised.

To add to his embarrassment, she helped him lay back down. Which was the one thing he didn't want to do.

"You need to wait until Carlisle comes home. He doesn't want you up just yet. " She smiled tucking him in. "I'll get you some ice chips. How does that sound?"

That sound fine to him. Ice chips would be good. Ice cream would be better.

Harry waited until she got back. Between ice chips, he begun to think of questions. Not that he didn't have questions. He had many, many questions. He just wasn't sure which ones he needed to ask. Like, where was his broom? Would he be able to see his friends? Did his friends know? What would they say when he didn't show up?

He was also grateful for the meds she gave him. It helped with his head. Embarrassing or not, he needed to talk to this woman.

"Did Dumbledore send me here?" He chirped feeling his face grow red.

"Carlisle went and got you." She answered.

"Why?" Harry asked wondering if he should ask who Carlisle was.

Esme moved his hair out of his eyes. "We had to do the best thing for you."

"Why?" Harry asked once more.

"Because, that is what family's do." She answered. "He made the right decision."

"I don't have a family." He whispered.

"You do now." She answered with a smile.

"Well, I do have family, but, they don't like magic." He admitted. Why did he have to admit that?

Harry tried to remember what they had told him. The last thing they talked about before they put him back asleep. They wouldn't let him stay awake no longer than a few hours at a time. Not after he begun trailing after Snape. Why had he done that? Hermione and Ron would kill him. That was if they lived through Snape.

Harry moaned. He had tried to bond with Snape. His professor of all people. He'd never be able to look that man in the eyes.

"Do you remember them talking to you about adoption?" She asked.

"That is what I was trying to remember." He said brightly. Dumbledore had talked to him about that. That had been right after he had picked him up. Right after he had been informed that he was a sprite and right before he had been told that he wouldn't grow wings.

They had explained all about Sprites. All about how he was now a very young sprite. He in return had explained to them, that he wasn't a very young sprite. In fact, he had a war to fight.

"I remember it." Harry nodded. He didn't say he paid attention. He really hadn't. Dumbledore had been worried about the adoption. Harry had been worried about wings. at the time. Wings greatly over ruled adoption.

"Would you like to hear about us?" Esme asked.

"Hum?' Harry asked glancing around at the bedroom. He liked it. Someone had it painted blue. He liked that color. That was the color of the sky. Maybe wings wouldn't be to bad. He wouldn't need his broom for flying.

"I asked if you would like to hear about us?" She asked once more.

Harry nodded and tried to turn his attention back to her. "Did you adopt me?"

"We did." She answered. "Carlisle is a doctor. He really should be home soon. You now have three older brothers and two older sisters."

"Really?" Harry asked bouncing up in the bed. "They are adopted too, yeah?"

"They are." She smiled.

Harry watched her get up. He couldn't help it. It had to be the Sprite in him. What else could it be? The sprite needed family. They had told him as much. Having brothers and sisters pleased his Sprite. This was bonding.

"You will be a surprise for them." She said going to the door.

"Will they not be mad?" He asked. It would break his heart if they were mad at him. That would never do.

"They are going to love you." She answered.

That make him feel some better. Not a lot, but some. He would have to see for himself to be sure.

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Three days later found Harry trailing after Carlisle. He still wasn't sure why he did it. Other than bonding. Up until now, it had mainly been Esme.

Carlisle had took to re-reading all the books Poppy had send. Not all of them where on sprites. Harry had saw some that Hermione had read.

Harry knew it had something to do with the Sprite. He had never done anything like it before. Well, other than new mum seemed to like it when he trailed after her. He just couldn't call her mum yet. He watched her do everything, including putting on make-up. He liked the eye shadow, but he wasn't telling her that.

Nope.

They had told him about his new family. Edward could read minds. Jasper could feel what everyone felt. Alice could see visions. Emmett was big, at least from the pictures he was, and Rosalie liked to work on cars. All in all, he really couldn't wait to meet them.

Esme guessed that Alice had saw him. They were going to come home a week early. That had got Harry's Sprite really happy. They were having an in between school vacation.

Harry grinned. When they got home, they had something to tell him. He had already guessed what the thing was. They planned on telling him that they were vampires. That was a secret he kept for himself. The only one he had managed to keep. Well, other than the eye shadow.

He found he could keep nothing from Carlisle. It seemed like Snape, only worst.

"Harry." Carlisle called out.

Harry pretended not to hear him. He would do this until Carlisle called him son. Another Sprite thing. He liked it when they called him son. Esme called him sweetie or honey. She never called him Harry.

"Harry James Cullen!" Carlisle called out.

Harry jerked his head up. That sound, didn't do his heart good. Nope, not at all. That was twice now Carlisle had done that. The first time he had cried. Sprites fault, it liked him to be happy. It just seemed like it wanted to be happy all the time.

"Son, what are you thinking?" He asked putting up his book.

Harry beamed.

"Well?" Carlisle asked walking over.

"I'm confused." Harry admitted. "I don't feel like I'm me at all, then, I like how I feel, very much because the Sprite likes to stay happy."

"Everyone likes to stay happy, that isn't just a sprite thing." He smiled down at his small son.

"I'm short." Harry remarked.

"Your just growing is all." He said with a smile.

"I was short to start with." Harry murmured. He just wasn't as short as he was now.

"You'll grow." Carlisle promised.

Harry pouted. He would grow. That much he did know. He just wouldn't grow much. "And I know you are a vampire."

"You know?" He asked somewhat surprised.

Harry nodded. "I don't care, I've known."

"It doesn't bother you?" Carlisle asked.

Harry shook his head. That had been the last of his secrets. "That was what you wanted to talk about, wasn't it?"

"We planned on telling you, but that isn't what we planned on talking about." He answered.

"What was it then?" Harry asked surprised.

"School." Carlisle answered.

"School!" Harry squeaked out. "With muggles? As in a muggle school?"

"They said you didn't have any problems with people." He said slowly.

"I don't, I like people. I mean muggles. I just don't want to go to their schools." He answered

"You have to go to school." Carlisle said gently.

"No, I don't." Harry answered. There wasn't anyway he could go to school.

"May I ask why not?" Carlisle asked.

"I'm to short to go to school." Harry informed him. "I will be stepped on."

"You are not that short." Carlisle reminded him.

"I'm short enough." Harry replied.

"Your going to school." Carlisle warned.

Harry pouted. Carlisle would win. He had the feeling Carlisle always won.

Still go? Anything I need to change?