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AN2: Just so everyone knows, this story is set before the books for both Harry Potter and the Alpha and Omega Series. And yes I realize that some characters are going to OOC.

Chapter Two

hapter Two

Harry tried to swallow around the lump forming in his throat. He could hear the soft sound of footsteps crunching through the snow towards the house. Bran kept a hand on his shoulder, trying to keep Harry calm.

His knuckles turned white as they held the notepad. The bindings started to dig into his palm, anchoring him slightly as the footsteps stopped just outside the door.

He ran faster than he had ever been able to before. He didn't know where he was going or what he would do when he got there. But he knew he could never return to the hotel, or his relatives. Harry froze completely at the revelation.

He had no were to go.

With wide eyes Harry looked around, finally seeing where his feet had taken him. He was surrounded by tall buildings made of brick and glass. At first glance they seemed abandoned but a closer look revealed they were just closed.

Harry peaked into a window and saw a clock proclaiming the time to be a little after 6.

'Wow,' he thought, shaking his head a little. 'Guess I wasn't watching the time like I should have been.' Numbly Harry turned around and started back the way he thought he had come.

Running straight into a hard object.

Harry squeaked, falling back onto the ground.

"S…s…so S.. s… sorry," His eyes shot up as he stuttered his apology. Only to see the man from earlier.

The man smiled easily at him, reaching out a hand.

Harry stared uncertainly, unused to hands aimed towards him and not meant to hurt. Moments passed, the easy smile never leaving the other man's face as he waited. A small hesitant hand finally made its way into the other man's hold.

"You're fast for such a small kid," the man spoke with a soft and friendly tone as he helped Harry up, keeping a soft grip on the slightly shaking hand. He didn't want to risk the slight child running away again. It was only luck he found him the first time.

"Da?"

Harry jumped at the strong, steady sound of another's voice. The hand on his shoulder tightened supportively before Bran answered.

"In here Samuel, and please drag Charles in." Even Harry could hear the amusement that colored the sandy haired man's voice. "I can hear him hesitating. "

A soft snort came from the direction of the door.

Harry was surprised by the giggle that tried to escape when the sounds of a brief struggle and a strangled 'HEY' came from the same direction.

Bran smiled down at the slowly calming child.

"Why don't we go sit and wait for those two knuckle heads." He said, motioning to the chairs in the small room he used for visitors. "By now they are probably fooling around in the front yard."

Sure enough, a pair of wrestling bodies passed the window.

Harry glanced up at Bran who just nodded, before making his way to the window.

Two men he assumed where his new brothers where fighting in the front yard. One had a dark brown hair with light streaks. He stood up, grinning down at the man in the snow, only to be swept off his feet again. The other stood grinning and pounced on the brown haired man, starting the wrestling all over again. The other was tall, Harry noticed with wide eyes, much taller than Harry was. His brown eyes gleamed at his brother behind long black hair.

Bran chuckled from behind him before rapping once on the glass, getting the boys attention.

They shared grins before making their way inside, glancing at Harry curiously.

It didn't take them long to make their way into the sitting room. Harry gasped when he finally say them up close.

They both towered over him, seeming to just miss the roof. He could feel their curious stares boring into him as he dropped his eyes to the floor, trying to disappear into the body behind him.

"Harry," Brans voice was still as cheerful as ever, almost as if he didn't notice the boy burrowing into him. "This is Samuel," HE motioned to the tallest of the men with the brown streaked hair. "And this is Charles," The one with hair almost as dark as Harrys. "They are your new brothers."

Harry dared to sneak a peek before holding out his notepad with just a quick and messy 'Hi' scribbled on it before he turned and buried his burning face into the jeans that Bran had on.

A squeak echoed through the room as he was suddenly pulled away from Bran by a pair of strong arms, only to be held higher than he had ever been before. He stared surprised into the blue grey eyes of his new older brother.

After a few minutes of blinking at each other, Samuel cracked a smile hugged the little boy to him. "Hello, squirt." He said cheerfully, "It's great to finally meet you."

Harry just nodded mutely at the grinning man. He had never met someone who seemed so excited but had just sad eyes. He reached up and patted the man's cheek, before leaning in to hug him. Harry had no idea why he did, or why he felt so trusting of him. But he wasn't going to think about it. It was almost the same way he felt around Bran.

Harry stared up at the tall man, trying to figure out if he was like Uncle Vernon or not. He could sometimes tell if someone meant him harm or not, he blamed it on his Freakishness. This man didn't feel like Vernon, in fact, Harry felt safer with this man than he had ever felt with anyone before. His gaze turned shy as the man just smiled down at him and started to lead him away.

"Come one," the man said, his voice still soft and calming, "Hoe about we get something to eat and you can tell me all about the screaming man and why you felt you had to run away like that."

Harry couldn't muster the panic he had felt earlier, the calm coming from this man seemed to drown out any negative feelings. He wasn't sure why, but he wasn't sure he cared. It was the first time he was filled with nervous and fear filled energy. He liked it that way.

They made their way back to the busier streets, just a little over from where Harry had last seen Vernon. He tensed at the thought that maybe he was being taken back to the fat man.

Bran smiled down at the boy, trying to calm him down again. He released a bit of the protective instincts that seemed to keep the child from fleeing. "Don't worry about that man, your uncle?" His smile twitched into a frown for a moment at the small nod he got from the child. "Well, he caused such a scene that he ended up getting take by the police while I went to find you."

Harry looked up questioningly, not sure how to ask the questions that plagued him. The Dursleys had always told him that he wasn't allowed to ask questions, he wasn't sure if this man had the same rules or not and really didn't want to lose the calm he had finally found.

Harry squeaked as he switched hands, now being held by the man with hair the same color as his. Charles his name was. He stared blankly at him, before pouting slightly at being passed around by the bigger men.

Bran laughed at the look on the little ones face. "Now that's a cute look on you Harry."

Harry just turned his head and stuck his tongue out at the man, feeling safe enough with him in the room to act on his more childish actions. Something he would never dare to do with the Dursleys.

Charles seemed to almost choke on his laugh. "I think I like this kid Da."

Both Samuel and Bran had been surprised when Charles had snatched Harry from his brother's arms. Usually the man kept as far from people as possible, only ever touching his father and brother, not wanting to get attached to anyone else. Just in case.

Charles saw the looks directed towards him and he knew why. He just rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the child now in his arms, starting an impromptu staring contest with the emerald eyed child.

Bran shook his head with a small smile, it had been too long since his son had willingly touched another. It did his heart good to see his normally reserved sons taking to the child so quickly. Harry definitely needed some older brothers in his life, and Samuel and Charles would be good for him. They would protect him when Bran couldn't.