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Summary: Edward having caught Harry in his Animagus form attacks him during a hunting trip. Guilt ridden, the Cullen's take him in to help him with his new condition. Amnesia, Semi Vampire, Powerful! Harry, Future Lemon
Author's Note: Thank you, thank you, thank you! I adored each and every review. I even updated faster then I normally do, because I was so excited, and because I was just as curious as you guys to see what would happen next. I'm so glad you guys are enjoying my story, and hope you love this chapter just as much as you loved the first! Don't forget to review. ^^
The Edge of Nowhere
Chapter Two—A Boy Unfortunate
Harry didn't know if he was a religious man, but when he woke up days after being attacked by that blood-thirsty beast, he felt as if he was in the burning pits of hell. Not even the Cruciatus Curse had brought him to such agonizing heights. The raven-haired boy felt the pain marrow deep; it spread all throughout his organs, his muscles, and even to his hair follicles. Harry felt a presence beside him. Often it would step closer, but never to the point where Harry could see the stranger's face. He had a feeling it was the attacker from before, but the docile way he was lingering didn't make any sense to the seventeen year old. Did the vampire take him back to his dwelling place, or was he now residing with Harry in this eternal hell? Harry hoped not, if he wasn't in such great pain he would have ripped the guy's head off.
What kind of world had he woken up to, where people like him always seemed to have the worst of luck? Months before his attack, Harry had voiced the same questions when he found himself waking up in a hospital bed. The strangely dressed hospital staff had drugged him good, he was no better than an infant, drooling all over himself, with tears of anguish lining his face. The drugs always made him sleepy, and after hours of more struggling he had finally allowed himself to rest, hoping that better days would come when he awakened.
Harry soon got his wish when he awoke to find a girl slipping into his hospital room. Sirens were going off, and she was speaking to him. She stuffed his wand, some money, and a Portkey into his hands, and told him that it would transport him to safe place where people wouldn't try to hurt him anymore. When he tried to ask her for her name, the Portkey had abruptly whisked him away. To this day, Harry still couldn't figure out who the girl was. The only reason he knew she was a girl was because of her soft, dazed-like voice that was like medicine to the mind. She was nice, if not a bit eccentric.
In fact, Harry couldn't remember any of the other faces that had been around him in that hospital. He could only remember the shape of their bodies and a few colors now and then. The girl's color had been blonde, and he often heard the tinkling of her necklace when she was around. It was almost as if pieces of his mind had been erased, only leaving certain smells and colors. When he tried to go further in his mind, like how he ended up in that hospital in the first place, there was nothing but darkness. The only thing he was sure of was that he was seventeen, his name was Harry, and that he was a wizard—a talented one at that. Every time he picked up his wand, he knew the spell before the words even left his lips.
Harry felt like he'd been transported to the edge of nowhere. There was no point in walking around aimlessly searching for answers, when you didn't even know you're own last name. He was stuck in this dismal town, and could go no farther. What would be the point? The only thing he could count on was what was in front of him, and from what he'd seen so far, the world seemed like a dark and treacherous place. Not a moment after the Portkey landed him on the side of a road somewhere, he found himself incapable of even the simplest tasks. The drugs traveling through his bloodstream had made him sluggish and incompetent. A group of rowdy locals that had spotted the helpless boy had taken it upon themselves to steal what little money he had left, and the Portkey which was a gold watch. Harry didn't mind the last thing since he didn't plan on showing up at that hospital anytime soon. Thankfully they left his wand, thinking the kid was some 'Fruit' up North. They mocked and ridiculed him, finding great humor in his delirious, half-naked state. And just when Harry thought it could go no worse, he felt it then...someone's foot slamming hard into his skull. They're voices, some still dripping with hate, others more panicky had floated off into the distance, and it was just him again; him and the oblivious drivers that sped past the helpless boy. Night and day had flickered over his eyes as if the world around him had been pushed into high speed while he was still hanging by a thread, and then just when he felt himself slipping into the dark pits of his subconscious an electrical charge ran through him, snapping him upright again. The aches and pains were still there, but he felt energized, as if all the things that had gone wrong inside of him had been set to right again.
After days of traveling around, bruised and broken, Harry found a forest where he could recuperate. With his wand still handy, he conjured up a little campsite, bemused at his limitless knowledge of spell-work. There were some things he wasn't that good at, like conjuring up clothes that favored his stocky frame. All his shirts were ghastly orange and red colors that smelt like they'd been dragged around a barn. He was mostly adapted at spells that were good for the everyday outdoorsman. The campsite alone had taken a record of fifteen minutes to complete. It made him wonder some more about his life before losing his memory. Was he a traveler? Did he come from an impoverished family that couldn't afford better clothing?
Harry also found out that he was an Animagus that first night after being kept awake by the mountain lions stalking around his campsite. The instinct came so naturally, a built-in thought that only came alive when he sensed the hungry forest locals looming near. Seeing the jaguar for the first time, they jetted back to their territory, and wisely kept out of his path. Since then the sable-haired boy had taken to using his Animagus form whenever venturing out into the forest. As a jaguar, he didn't think about the worries surrounding him. All he thought about were the necessities to survive.
Being in his human form only reminded him of the long road ahead; it was too scary to think about really. The violence of the town's locals having mentally scarred him, he felt confined to the forest. Yet it was there that the young recluse could count on being out of harm's way. The emerald-eyed boy had wanted for nothing. What mattered most was that he was free. Free from whatever hell he had been recently. He didn't like the feelings he got whenever he tried to press his mind for further information. He was a safe now; no one would try to hurt him. Or so he thought...Until the blasted bloodsucker went and spoiled his good morning.
"What did I do to deserve this?" The messy-haired boy muttered tearfully through his sleep.
"Is he awake?" Alice appeared into the room that Edward and the boy was staying in. Edward put his hand to his lip, and motioned to the lying figure on the bed. The boy had been talking in his sleep, wincing every now and then. Alice wondered if the changing process would be over soon, the first few hours after bringing him back to their home had been a grueling one. If only she could bottle up this pain so that he wouldn't have to cry again. Alice sighed at the sight of her adopted brother. Edward looked better compared to the last couple of days, but inside she knew he was beating himself up. First Bella, and now this; it seemed like bad things always happened to good people. Despite the fact that Edward didn't believe there was anything good in him, Alice was confident that there was goodness in his unbeating heart. There had to be, if he could risk his happiness for a girl that ended up loving someone else. It still hurt the petite vampire to know that Bella hadn't wanted to rejoin there family again after all that happened. Yes, it was understandable, but that didn't mean you had to go rubbing you're new love in everyone's face. Jacob was like an overgrown puppy trotting everywhere the girl went. Bella spent every waking moment at the wolf's residence, and when she showed up to school, she stunk of it.
"H-He was full of life, and then I took it away," Edward shook his head, a look of pure self-loathing on his mesmerizing face. "How could I let myself get out of control? I hadn't killed a human in centuries, Alice. Even when I was with... her, I still didn't lose my control. What was it about this boy that made me want to kill him?"
Alice placed her hands on Edward's shoulder stilling his frantic words, "You didn't kill him, Edward. It was an acci-"
Edward snapped away, staring at her as if she was the one losing her mind. "Accident—does that justify the curse I had so willingly passed onto him? He's as good as dead now. Nothing and I mean nothing will ever bring him back to the way he was. To think, this all happened because his blood smelt so good, and I just couldn't stop myself from getting a taste. Now he's to live for eternity because of me." He turned back to the sleeping boy, and reached out as if to touch his face. Edward winced, gritting his teeth as he felt the monster inside him awakening at the delicious scent. The urge had dulled some, since the venom had begun its course in the boy, but that didn't make it any less appealing.
A hand fell on top of his outstretched arm. "Why torture yourself like this?" Alice said, trying to meet with his eyes. The only reason Edward had chosen to remain with the boy was because the female physic had confirmed that he wouldn't do any further harm. She knew it was killing him, especially after having gotten a taste of the blood that still ran through the boy's body.
"Because when he wakes up from his human life, I want to be the first thing he sees. I know he'll be angry, and will want to take his anger out on me. He's been talking in his sleep," the bronze-haired man said, finishing with a small smirk. "It's the least he deserves."
"What he deserves is his life back, guess he won't be getting that anytime soon," Rosalie said, having heard the conversation from all the way downstairs. She folded her hands in front of her chest, resting her foot on the last step of the staircase. "Ironic world we live in, don't you think? We had thought it'd be Bella in that boy's shoes, after all that whining and complaining she did… "Oh, Edward, I just want to be with you forever. I love-"
Edward charged down the stairs, nearly bumping nose to nose with the girl, "Shut it, Rosalie-"
"Hey, hey, what's going on here?" Emmet said, coming in between the two growling vampires.
"Nothing, I was just telling Edward how he ruined that innocent boy's life," The beautiful blonde woman spat, torment burning through her eyes.
"You don't need to tell me what I already know," Edward stalked away, knowing there was no point getting into an argument right now. Rosalie was just trying to get under his skin like always.
"Rose, come on, don't you think he feels bad enough?" Emmet said, putting his hands on Rosalie's shoulders.
"Edward's put us in danger again, Emmet. What if that boy had a family? What if-"
"There's nothing to worry about," Alice slid down the long banister, landing lightly on her ballet flats. In her arms she carried a leather bound journal. She flipped through the pages, "The boy, or should I say Harry is no danger to us at all..."
The tall broadly built vampire furrowed his eyebrows, and was about to say something when he was cut off by Esme's voice. "Alice, don't tell me you are sneaking through his things."
Alice looked nervously at the matron of the family, "Well, how else were we going to get any answers? Besides, Edward can't read his mind, and I haven't been able to get any visions… So I thought it would be easier if-"
"Alice," Esme looking as stern as ever held out her hand for the book. Rosalie laughed as Alice pouted miserably and dutifully handed the book back like a scolded child.
"I really think we should look-" Alice froze, her eyes staring unseeing into the distance. "Edward!" She gasped after the visions swam away. The three vampires looked to where they thought Edward had been standing only to find him gone. "Upstairs, Harry's going to kill him!"
Edward's eyes locked onto Harry's glaring vibrant-green ones. The messy-haired boy had him pressed against the wall. What was weird, he wasn't even touching him. It was the stick, or wand that the boy was pointed at him. Edward felt restraints on his arms and legs as he was pulled up higher against the wall, the top of his mane brushing against the ceiling. The bronze-haired boy tried to remain unfazed by the sudden change of events. Edward had only meant to brush the inky strands from the boy's face, when he had suddenly awoken. Harry had leaped from the bed, his head whirling around, no doubt testing his new and improved vision.
"M-my throat, it burns." Harry had croaked, grasping at his throat. The two vampires had begun circling each other, one curious, and the other radiating with fear. "It will only last till you satiate you're hunger..." Edward had replied slowly so the boy wouldn't feel like he was being forced into anything. The notion didn't work, instead Harry had grown angrier, "I'm guessing that was what you were thinking when you ruined my life." Edward hadn't been spared a chance to answer, when the boy suddenly 'Accio'd' his wand...
"Harry, you said you're name was?"
Harry slowly nodded his head, his face burning with hatred. "Edward, you said you're name was?" He mocked replied, "I didn't know people still gave their kids such dorky names."
Edward smiled grimly. So it seemed the sweet-faced boy was much more ferocious when he was awake. "It was a different time. Lots of people had 'dorky' names as you put it. Are you really going to do this, Harry?"
"Don't you dare say my name, and I'm not sure; I'm trying to decide which Unforgivable I should cast first. The Cruciatus Curse sounds pretty good, but I don't think that could measure up to the pain you put me through. What do you think, Edward?"
"Well, Harry, that sounds like an awful thing to do. I didn't see you as the type to want to-"
"CRUCIO!"
Edward fell bodily onto the soft white carpet, gritting his teeth as waves of hot searing pain washed over him. Thankfully it ended shortly. Harry stepped over to him, "Now you know what three days of hell feels like."
"Believe me, I understand the pain I caused you. You don't know how sorry I am, Harry…" Edward said hesitantly, not wanting to upset the boy any further. He rolled onto his back to let Harry see the truth of his words.
Just as soon as the avenging boy had appeared, a new one Edward had yet to see revealed itself. There was a dawning look of guilt on Harry's strangely beautiful face, as if he just realized the extent of what he just did. "Oh Merlin..." Harry said running his shaky hands over his face.
Merlin? The boy sure has a strange vocabulary… Even though it pained Edward to think about her at the moment, he could see what Bella meant about him always giving her whiplash. The boy's moods changed like Rosalie changed her clothes. As Harry mentally tore himself up, Edward began to really study the boy. His features were more defined then when he was a human, and instead of his hair looking like a bird's nest, it rested stylishly in every direction. Edward still felt himself wanting the raven-haired boy. The heart which he thought had died was still beating. His blood, if not tainted with venom was still traveling through his body as they spoke. Had the boy not changed completely? Why did he still breathe, why did he still twitch as if nervous of the critical eyes staring up at him.
"Edward!"
The two looked at the door where the others were standing. Emmet stood in between them as if they would start fighting to the death any second.
"Guy's I'm fine, Harry was just..."
"Leaving," the ebony-haired boy stated. "I won't become like you, I won't let this thing turn me into a monster."
"You won't forgive yourself if you leave, Harry." Carlisle, who had just walked into the room said. He had heard this whole conversation before when Edward was just starting out. "The temptations will be everywhere. We can help you take back your life; you just have to fight for it."
"I am fighting for it, and believe me, leaving is the only way." Harry said, staring them all down. When he noticed Edward slowly approaching him, the boy lifted his wand, and swiftly disappeared on sight. Everyone looked in shocked silence at the place where the boy had vanished, leaving nothing but his footprint in the plush carpeting.
"Edward, I'm coming with you." Alice said, already Seeing the bronze-haired man speeding down the road in his shiny black car.
"Any chance you See him coming back?" Edward said, already making his way down the stairs with the sable-haired girl at his tail.
"No, but the future can always change, right?"
AN: Let's hope so, Alice...
After doing some research I found out that there was in fact no such thing as a black Mountain Lion. There are stories of people that 'believed' they saw one. I wanted him to have a black pelt because of his hair. Since he can't now, I decided to change Harry's Animagus form into a black Jaguar. I actually like him as that a lot more then the first choice; much, much cooler. Special thanks to mithrilandtj for pointing this out. : )
So, what did you guys think of this chapter? I know the Cruciatus Curse was a bit surprising, since Harry had trouble with it in the past, but the reason behind his sudden change of character is actually an essential plot to this story. Next chapter, Harry has a run-in with the wolf pack.
-Wanting Draco
