Thank you, everyone, for reviewing and liking the story. It means a lot to see all your positive feedback.

Pairing isn't set in stone yet. Harry/Edythe or Harry/Leah are the ways I'm leaning.

This chapter ended up being longer then I anticipated. Hope you all enjoy.

Harry Potter in the Twilight Universe Story

Liquid Gold

Chapter 2

Harry couldn't remember the last time he had company.

Being on the road as much as he was, it didn't leave him with the time to make friends. He would remain in one place for a couple of days, a week tops, and then he'd move on to the next destination. He'd grown used to being on his own, adapting to a life of having no one.

8 Years. Had it been that long since he'd been home?

8 Years, he'd travelled around the world, visiting communities, both magical and non-magical alike. He learnt their customs to the best of his abilities and saw the sights of the world that left him breathless. His magical trunk carried knowledge both magical and non-magical. After years of friendship with Hermione, her bookworm ways started to rub off on him. However, it wasn't just books he picked up, but trinkets of all varieties.

One of which was the translation rune he tattooed behind his ear. It was small and no bigger than a penny, but Harry found it to be dead useful. He discovered that little treasure when he visited New Zealand. Thanks to the rune, he could understand any language from any part of the world. However, it was the only human language the rune translated. He couldn't understand Goblins or Mer-People for instance. If there was one out there for such a thing, Harry had yet to find it.

At the same time, he didn't hang around for too long. Upon his arrival, they would welcome him with open arms. However, by the end of his time in the magical communities, they were ready for him to leave when they learned what he was. The reactions would vary. Sometimes they did little more than keep their distance by keeping a wide berth from him when they passed in the streets. Some reacted more negatively, like throwing objects at him, and yelling obscenities his way.

Other times, things got physical. Harry made it a necessity to learn how to make a quick escape. He wasn't looking to hurt anyone.

North America, compared to the rest of the world, was still in its infancy when compared to other magical communities in the world. Its magical population had grown in the last three centuries, with magicals from all over the world making their way to the New World. While it wasn't highest on the list when he set off on his journey, Harry now felt compelled to give America a chance.

He was glad he did. The law's they made up about his kind were more lenient than the rest of the world. They didn't try to restrict his access, and he could apply for a job if he wanted. But, just like everywhere else, the Wizards and Witches of the magical community were reluctant to give him a chance. They saw him as too much of a threat. They saw him as the monster he knew himself to be.

It was human nature. What they didn't understand, they feared. When humans feared something, they reacted with force and cruelty. Wizards and Witches acted as if they were superior to muggles, but in reality, they were no different. The only difference was that one could perform magical feats, and the other couldn't. They had all the feelings, emotions, thoughts and ideas that the other possessed. They possessed the same ability to hate, and push. They were more alike than they realised.

Harry had been resolute when he chose to cut himself away from those he held dear. The longer he stayed, the worse the treatment they would have endured. He could endure being hated. It was nothing Harry hadn't experience already, during his years at Hogwarts. He'd thickened his skin and hardened his mind to such darkness. He wouldn't be responsible for darkening their lives or make them feel like they had done something wrong when they hadn't.

He now understood why Remus had disappeared for years and why he didn't like being out in public for long periods of time. Why he was always checking over his shoulder. Everyone was capable of evil, even those you wouldn't suspect in a million years.

Those that denied it was only lying to themselves.

He accepted what he was, and accepted the life of loneliness that awaited him.

This moment, however, Harry had not planned on.

"This is amazing," Bella whispered, standing in the centre of his charmed tent. Her appearance had improved he noted, as the girl fainted after her first experience apparating. The sensation of apparating from one spot to another messed with all the senses to such a degree it was no wonder the young girl collapsed. He had felt the same way the first time he'd done it with Sirius. He'd stumbled to the ground, vomited over the pavement and remained there until his senses came back to him. For a muggle to experience apparating, it must have been jarring.

'At least she didn't vomit.'

Not wanting to leave her outside, he'd taken her inside and laid her down on one of the sofa's that made up his living room. His charmed tent was his home, and over time, Harry worked on making it more comfortable and to his liking. He styled the tent in the same manner as the Gryffindor common room. The warmth and comfort it provided him were indescribable.

An hour passed, and he noticed her breathing change, indicating she was about to wake up. When she did, her chocolate brown eyes settled on his own. He didn't see the fear in her eyes like others. Instead, it was different. Something he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Gratitude.

He didn't say anything and watched her from his kitchen as she stood up. Her eyes turned away from him and took in the room. She muttered words under her breath, filled with disbelief and excitement. Then her eyes looked up at the ceiling, and he repressed a smirk when he heard her gasp. Like the Hogwarts Great Hall, the ceiling of the tent was enchanted to reflect the sky and the weather. Right now, sunlight was beginning to filter through the grey clouds.

"I can't believe it. This is.."

"Unbelievable." He replied, drawing her attention back to him. He walked over with two mugs of freshly brewed tea in his hand, and offered it to her, "Drink. It will help calm the mind and the nerves." He offered her some chocolate, but she declined, "Trust me, it will help."

Tentatively, she took the chocolate and sipped on her drink.

"Tea? Now I know you're British." She joked though it came out as more of a statement.

Harry snorted, and brought his mug up to his mouth.

They sat in silence, with Harry staring off to the side. He could feel her eyes on him and could sense the questions that hung from the tip of her tongue. Her foot tapped impatiently on the floor like she was trying to strike up the nerve to speak to him directly, but something was keeping her back. Maybe she was waiting for him to make the first move.

Or maybe she didn't know how to ask.

When she finished the bar of chocolate, he pulled out his wand and waved it in the air. She gasped as the chocolate wrapper was pulled out of her hand, and watched it float into the kitchen and land in the bin. Her eyes were wide as saucers, and excitement danced around like fireworks.

'I shouldn't be doing this.'

He tried to remove her memories, but to his shock, her mind was unreachable. He'd never felt anything like it. It was like occulemency shields, but stronger. It was like there was an iron gate around her mind, and no matter how hard he hit the wall, it wouldn't budge, or dent. How a human, and a muggle at that, could have such an iron defence around her mind was nothing short of incredible. He hadn't tried it a second time, seeing no point in wasting the effort.

'If I can't remove it, then I might as well indulge her.

Red sparks popped out of the tip of his wand, like sparklers on the fourth of July. The action was enough to make Bella sit up straighter, her mouth forming an O shape.

"You must have questions."

She nodded "Tonnes. So many I don't know where to begin. Your name's Harry? That's what you said before everything went dark."

This time, Harry nodded, "That's right, but I must warn you. Everything I tell you will impact your life in a way that you'll never see the world in the same light. Maybe for the better, or maybe for the worse. Are you sure you want to know?" He needed to warn her. He needed her to know the gravity of what she was going to learn.

However, to his surprise, she didn't even blink when she gave him her answer, "I am. Please tell me everything."

So Harry did.

"I didn't expect you to take it as well as you did."

Two hours later, once he explained what he could about the magical world, and answered many of her questions, Bella was sat cross-legged on the sofa, a copy of Hogwarts: A History resting between her legs. He'd watched her from across the room, watching as her eyes scanned each page like a kid in a sweet shop. Her dainty hands glided across the old-timey paper like it was going to rip with the smallest amount of force.

His question brought Bella out of her reading, "What do you mean?"

"I mean just that. I expected a more negative reaction or even a trace of fear, but there was none of it. I just told you a world of magic existed in plain sight, and you just took it in your stride," He explained, watching her shift uncomfortably, "Back in the Meadow, you already knew about the existence of vampires. I heard you mention your surprise when I killed the vampire that was ready to kill you. How?"

Bella suddenly found an interest in her hands, trying to cover her face with her hair. She could feel his eyes resting on her, refusing to leave her alone until she answered his question.

"My-My ex-boyfriend, Edward, was a vampire. He lived in my hometown of Forks with his family, who were all vampires as well."

If Harry was drinking his tea, he would have spat it out in shock.

"A vampire? A vampire was your boyfriend?" Harry asked, and watched Bella nod shyly. He leaned back in his chair, his hand rubbing the side of his head. "Well, that explains a lot."

"Yeah."

"But he's not around anymore?"

Sadness suddenly rolled off Bella in waves, and Harry regretted asking, "No, he and his family left back in September. There was an incident, and his brother tried to attack me when I cut my finger. Jasper, he was new to the vegetarian diet, and the scent of my blood was too much for him to handle. Two days later, they were gone, like they were never there."

"The vegetarian diet?" Harry asked. There was such a thing as a vegetarian vampire?

"It means they only drink the blood of animals," Bella told him and explained what she meant, "The entire family have learned to only feed on the blood of animals while building up their tolerance to the scent of human blood. Its comparable to a human living off tofu and soy for the rest of their life. It keeps them strong, but they need to hunt more often. The animal blood also changed the colour of their eyes."

"The colour of their eyes?"

"Yeah, vampires who drink human blood have red eyes. Vampires who drink animal blood have golden eyes. It's how you can tell regular vampires and vegetarian vampires apart."

"Huh," Harry had never heard of such of a thing. His experience with vampires was few, and until today, he'd only encountered vampires twice. The first time was in France. He'd been walking along the banks of the Seine when he'd been thrown across the pavement and into a wall. At that point, Harry had never seen a vampire with his own eyes. Even Voldemort, who'd gathered a mass of dark creatures to serve him during the War, didn't bring Vampires into the fold. They were unpredictable, and their strength and speed made them frightening to control.

He's read about the features to look out for, and when he'd seen her pale skin and red eyes, he knew what he'd encountered. It was a mixture of luck and catching her by surprise with his spells, that resulted in him destroying her. His enhanced physical abilities aided him in her defeat, but the killing blow came from a well-placed Bombada spell underneath the chin. He hadn't stuck around in Paris for much longer and took off as soon as the fight ended.

His second experience had come a year later, and unfortunately for the vampire, during the full moon. He'd been in New Zealand at the time, making his way through the Waipoua Forest in his transformed state. He hadn't been looking for a fight, instead just going through the motions. The scent of blood hit him like a tonne of bricks, and after following the scent for half a mile, came across a vampire in the midst of his meal. The human was dead, and laying across his lap, while the vampire buried his face to her neck. The sight disturbed him, and flashes of the war hit him in an unending cycle. His entire body shook, as a deep and guttural roar escaped his jaw. Harry could feel the wolf clawing at the gate within him, and for once, Harry was obliged to let the wolf have his fun.

The vampire didn't have a moment to react. Harry appeared by his side in the blink of an eye with the type of silence you'd expect from a shadow. The last thing Harry remembered seeing on the face of the vampire was the image of pure fear before Harry took his head off with one mighty swing of his claws.

"I've never heard of a vampire dating a human before. I didn't think they could with their bloodlust."

He noticed her pulling up the sleeve on her wrist, and Harry spotted the faint scar lingering on her skin. He didn't know when he'd crossed the room, but he'd caught by her surprise when he took her wrist into his hands. The scar was shaped like human teeth marks, like the one on his arm.

"You were bitten?"

Bella nodded and didn't seem to mind the contact. Like the meadow, she was marvelling at how warm his skin was.

"Did this Edward bite you?"

She shook her head, "It was another vampire."

"A vampire bit you, but you're still human? How is that possible?"

"Edward," She told him, "He sucked the venom out."

Now it was Harry's turn to look amazed, his thumb tracing over the scar. "That shouldn't be possible. I didn't think vampires could stop once the frenzy begins." Blood was the lifeforce vampires required to function, and without it, they were nothing more than beautiful, marble-like husk. To be able to separate themselves from their prey, with the taste of blood on their lips, spoke volumes about his control.

"Edward said it took every ounce of willpower to stop himself. He said my blood tasted better than anything he'd ever tried before." Harry let go of her arm, and Bella pulled her sleeve back down. The scar was a painful reminder of her close to death she had come.

"Was it one of Edward's family that bit you?"

Again, Bella shook her head. She understood why he was asking all these questions. In truth, it felt cathartic to talk about everything. She couldn't do that with Charlie, or Renee, or even Jacob. It was a world they were oblivious too, though she had an inkling that Jacob was aware to some degree. Some would handle that information better than others. 'Between Charlie and Mom, I could see Charlie handling it better. Mom would freak out.' It felt like some of the weight was being taken from her shoulders.

"No, it was another vampire. A group of nomadic vampires passed through town. One of them caught my scent and decided to play a game of cat and mouse with me."

Harry didn't say anything, and let Bella go back to the book. Her face soon turned back to looking astonished and made herself more comfortable by taking off her jacket. Maybe it was rude of her, but his home felt inviting. It reminded Bella of her home in Phoenix. The home is Fork's had taken a while for her to start calling it home. After all, she hadn't lived there since she was little. Her bedroom had still been decorated with finger paintings and pictures she's drawn as a child. It wasn't until she'd met Edward that she started referring to Forks as home.

"You're lucky to be alive."

"I know," Bella admitted, not looking up from the book, "If it hadn't been for Edward and his family, I'd be dead right now."

Harry nodded, grateful she recognised how lucky she was to be alive. 9 times out of 10, if a vampire attacked a human, then they were as good as dead. Even Wizards and Witches had a tough time defeating them.

'Still, the idea of a human dating a vampire is something I never imagined.' One mishap on either side of the relationship could spark the death of the human in the relationship.

Harry shook his head and pushed his thoughts away for a time.

Neither spoke for some time. Bella, absorbed in Hogwarts: A History, would sneak glances at Harry from the corner of her eyes. In particular, she was staring at the nasty scars on his face. She tried comparing scars but the difference was so vast, she couldn't bring herself to do it. All the scars Bella collected in her clumsy 18 years of life were bug bites in comparison.

'It had to be an animal, but what could leave such vicious scars? They don't have any big game animals in Britain as we do in the States.'

New Questions started bubbling to the surface, and now Bella wanted to know more about the man that saved her. What was he doing in the states? How did he get such awful scars? What was he doing hiking in the meadow? Did he have any family or friends? If he did, then where were they? All these questions Bella knew were inappropriate to ask.

He's done so much for her already, and she'd only known the guy for a couple of hours.

He'd saved her life from Laurent.

He saved her from being doggy chow to a group of larger than life wolves.

He gave her shelter.

He told her about the existence of magic.

Everything he's done for her was life-changing. How would she ever be able to say thank you?

She wanted to break the silence and was about to speak, but forced herself to stop when something caught her ears. It sounded like a wail off in the distance, only to be joined by another, and then another. Bella closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sound. After a moment, her eyes blinked in surprise. They weren't wails. Those were howls. She thought back to the meadow, and the wolves that stood across from her.

"Is that what I think it is?" She whispered, to no one in particular.

'Yes, it is,' Harry thought, narrowing his eyes. They weren't close, but the fact Bella could hear them meant they were growing closer. He'd been trekking through the woods for most of the morning, and into the afternoon before stumbling across Bella and the vampire. 'They must have picked up my scent.'

He was quick to move, walking past Bella, and felt her eyes following him. He disappeared outside, and Bella pushed herself off the couch. She settled the book on the coffee table and followed after him.

When she got outside, the cold air of January nipped at her skin as the warmth from inside started trickling away. Stepping outside, the first thing Bella noticed was the size of the tent. It was tiny! She initially hadn't believed him when he told her his tent was no bigger than a tent built for one person, but how wrong she was. She gave a breathless laugh.

Her laughter stopped when the howls returned, and Bella swung her head in the direction they came from. Harry was stood at the edge of camp, behind an old tree stump.

"Those howls are from the wolves, aren't they?" She asked, and noticed Harry's shoulders tense up. She watches him, watching how his eyes scan across the brush, checking every tree. He sniffed the air, which brought up more questions. Could he smell them? If so, then how? Did being a Wizard give them keener senses?

Harry could feel Bella watching him closely, but didn't comment on it. Instead, he answered her vocal question, "I think so, yeah. They're investigating the area. They know we're here, but they can't locate us."

"They can't?"

Harry shook his head, "When I set up camp, I placed a disillusionment charm around it. It conceals the location by copying the texture and colour of the area. So, if they ended up coming our way, all they'll see is empty land."

Bella's mouth formed an O shape, "It's camouflage, like a chameleon?"

"Exactly."

"But what happens if they walk towards us? Wouldn't they bump into the campsite, and be on top of us?"

"Repello Inimicum," Harry replied, and watched a frown grow on Bella's face. "It's a repelling charm. If they appear, then the enchantment will repel them away. It will distract them, make them think of something different, and steadily drive them away. It's non-violent."

'Huh, that's cool,' She thought, thinking about all the uses a spell like that could have. She wondered if a spell like that could work on a specific person. 'That would have been useful when Mike, Eric and Tyler kept asking me if I would go to prom with them last year.' She turned away, hiding her smile. Watching the three boys wander around in confusion, trying to find her would have been funny.

Looking up at the sky, a thought occurred to Bella when she noticed the sky darkening, "Wait, what time is it?" She tried checking her phone, but noticed the screen wasn't turning on, "What gives?"

Harry, looking over her shoulder, made a sound with his throat, "That's my fault. I should have mentioned earlier, magic and technology don't mix well together. If you have any electrical items on your person, they won't work in areas with a high concentration of magic," He admitted and pointed to his tent.

"I wish you'd told me earlier." Annoyed at that piece of information, Bella noticed an old watch around Harry's wrist. Thankfully, Harry caught the look and offered her a glance. Realizing the time, Bella swore and ran back inside.

Harry just shrugged his shoulders, and followed after her, wondering what the issue was. Walking inside, he found Bella throwing her jacket back on, and slinging her backpack over her shoulders. She looked panicked and was about to ask what was wrong when Bella beat him to it.

"My Dad doesn't like me being out too late, especially on a school night. Plus I have homework due in tomorrow, and I haven't attempted to start it yet." She told him, "Where are we, exactly? I never asked? Are we far from the Meadow?"

"About two hours hike west," Harry told her.

Her eyes widened, "West? My trucks parked off the road along Highway 110, where the pavements end. That will take me hours!" She paced in a circle for a couple of minutes, trying to figure out what to do. It was next to impossible to be home any earlier than 10 pm. It took her over an hour to get to the meadow from her truck, and if Harry was telling her correct, then her trek added an extra 3 hours. Not to mention the wolves were still out there and were closing in.

Then there was Victoria to think about. What if she encountered the red-haired vengeful vampire on her journey back to her truck.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Harry standing there, watching her. He wasn't reacting, but merely observing her. She swallowed thickly, and in a meek voice he asked, "Could you do that swirly thing and make us appear by my truck?" Bella made hand motions in the air.

Harry snorted, "You mean, can I apparate you to your truck?" He asked, and watched her nod, "No, I can't. I need to see where I'm going. If I haven't seen the area with my own two eyes, then we could end up in someone's wall, fifty miles from here. It's very dangerous to apparate when you don't know the location."

Bella looked crestfallen, though deep down, a part of her felt relieved. Apparating had not been a pleasant experience, and she was in no rush to try it again. She was about to speak again, but Harry held up a hand to stop her, "We can't apparate, but I have another idea." He waved his wand, "Accio Firebolt." Bella nearly jumped out of her skin as a loud rattling came from behind her, and narrowly dodged out of the way as a polished broom went over her head and landed in Harry's outstretched hand.

Bella looked between Harry and the broom, "How is a broom going to help us?"

A smirk was all she got back in response.

"Bella's screams could wake up a giant," Harry summised, turning his head to check the brunette girl was okay. It was hard to tell since her face was buried in his back, which did little to muffle her screams as they tore through the air on his Firebolt. Naturally, Bella had been sceptical about flying on a broom, but her scepticism was smashed when Harry took off at lightning speed into the sky. Her arms gripped around his middle like an iron clamp, not that it bothered him.

Vaguely, he managed to get the general location of her truck from her, before taking off.

"Are you okay back there?" He asked, but winced as Bella's screams ratted his eardrums. "Okay, never mind."

There was nothing more freeing then riding his broom through the air. If Harry could, he would spend all day up in the sky. There were no rules up in the air, no physical restrictions. There was no one around to bother him, and no one sending a glare or repulsive word in his direction. Even when Harry was still at Hogwarts, some of his favourite memories were gliding through the air, either when he was playing Quidditch for Gryffindor, or recreationally. Sometimes, Hedwig would join him on his outings into the sky, as if she was making sure he wasn't alone.

'Hedwig.' A sadness rolled over him, thinking about his owl companion. Almost a decade later, and he still missed her. There wasn't a finer owl then his Hedwig.

Looking down at the ground Harry's eye's caught sight of an old red truck, parked off to the side from the highway, where the pavement ended. It matched the description Bella gave him and was right where she told him it would be. Slowly, he made the descent back to the ground. Coming to a stop, and feet touching the ground, Harry felt Bella's arms detach from his waist, and drop to her knee's. He rolled his eyes at the melodramatics but kept silent as the girl gathered her bearings. It wasn't that bad. Compared to apparating, riding a broom was a piece of cake.

"Here we are," Harry announced, watching Bella get back to her feet.

"That was..different."

"Really? I guess I don't notice it anymore."

"Lucky you."

Bella threw her bag into the passenger side of her truck, before beginning to get into the driver's side. Halfway in, she stopped and turned back to Harry. "What happens now?"

Harry looked at her questioningly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I discovered that a secret magic world exists in plain sight. Not to mention there's a pack of giant wolves running through the forest and a vampire with a vendetta against me."

Harry scratched the back of his head, "What about your ex and his family? Won't they come back and protect you?"

Bella shook her head, "They're not coming back. They cut off contact with me when they left."

He wanted to sigh but couldn't bring himself to let it out. The look on her face told Harry everything. She tried to look brave, but the fear was too great to hide away. Staring into her eyes, Harry felt familiarity with Bella, and it took him a moment to realise why. The way she acted, trying to be brave, despite her body telling her otherwise, reminded him of his old friend, Neville.

"Come with me."

'What?' Harry's eyes widened marginally, thinking she was kidding. However, Bella's expression shifted, and a resolute look rested on her face. She had to be kidding. When the last time someone made a request to him of that nature? Especially, someone, he'd only met a few hours prior. People stayed away from him for a reason. They were too afraid to stay close to him, out of fear what might happen to them if they did.

But her expression didn't change.

"Come with me back to Forks. There's a forest behind my house. You can set up camp there, and do your magic thing to make you invisible to everyone." He wanted to make a joke about the name of her hometown, but he knew it wasn't the time, "I-I want to know more. I want to know more about magic, and your world. I can't just forget."

This time it wasn't Neville he saw on her face, but someone nearer and dearer to his heart. 'Hermione?'

At that moment, both Harry and Bella looked behind them, back towards the trail that led through the forest. Both heard howls off in the distance. Their scent reached Harry's nose, 'Their fast! A lot faster then I anticipated. They'll be here any moment.'

"It's them isn't it?" Bella's hand tightened on the hood of her truck, eyes staring off into the woods.

He had a choice to make. He kept his gaze on the forest, before turning to look at Bella.

'She's scared.'

Deep down, Harry knew he'd already made his decision when Bella told him there was a vampire with a vendetta against her. Vampires didn't sleep, and they didn't stop until their goal was accomplished. Bella would be open for the taking, and he knew he couldn't leave her to fend for herself. What kind of person would that make him? To leave an innocent person to be hunted by a killing machine.

'Hermione was right. I really do have a hero problem.'

Taking a deep breath, he motioned for her to get in the car. "Get going. I'll find you once I've dealt with this."

Her eyes shined, hope to return to them, "So you'll come?"

"Yeah, I'll go. But first, you need to go home."

"How will you find me?"

"You told me your Dad was a cop, right?" Bella nodded, "Then I'll look for the house with the cop car and the old red truck parked outside. Now get going." Harry turned around to face the forest, missing the bright smile that grew on Bella's face. She didn't need to be told again, and with a roar of the engine, she took off down the highway, back towards Forks.

"What am I getting myself into," He muttered as the sound of Bella's truck started disappearing.

It wasn't looking before the sound of multiple paws treading against the earth caught his attention, and slowly, the five wolves from earlier appeared into view. Like before, the black wolf was at the front, and the brown one wasn't far behind. On the other side the two smaller wolves brought up the flank, but the silver one looked ready to go into a frenzy.

If he had to guess, the silver-furred wolf was a loose canon compared to the rest.

"I wouldn't if I were you," He whispered and saw the look of recognition on their faces before they snarled again.

He watched as two of them tried to begin circling around him, but Harry put a stop to that. He pulled out his wand and threw a stunner at the ground, making the ground explode on impact. The two wolves nearly jumped out of the fur and back-peddled back to the rest. "I don't know what you want with me, or with Bella, but I'm not going to let you harm her."

The tone around the wolves changed, and Harry felt the apprehension in the air. The wolves were confused, staring between Harry and the spot where he threw the stunner as if they were trying to make sense of what he did. The two smaller wolves had no intention of moving again, staying close to the black and brown wolf. The two biggest wolves appeared less aggressive and were on guard, and it looked like they were having a silent conversation between themselves.

The same could not be said for the silver wolf.

Ignoring the growls from its pack, the silver wolf snarled, and with no regard for its wellbeing, lunged forward. Its sharp teeth were on full display, looking to rip Harry's head from his body, but Harry reacted faster. Harry had been ready, and the second the wolf went to attack him, threw an incarcerous spell. The spell hit dead on, and thick robes sprung out of thin air, latching around the wolf's feet and tied them together, bringing the wolf crashing to the ground.

The wolf thrashed around, trying to gnaw off the rope with its teeth but a firm hand from Harry pushed it's head back to the ground, pinning it against the earth. The silver wolf looked up, redirecting it's snapping jaws in Harry's direction, but the attack suddenly died down when it's dark-brown eyes met primal glowing green.

A rumble emitted from Harry's body, his body beginning to shake. His green eyes were like candles in the night, capturing the attention of the other wolves, who were preparing to rush in and help their downed pack member. Instead, their bodies tensed as they felt his glowing eyes scan each one individually as if he was assessing them personally. Inside his mouth, Harry jaw's shifted, growing sharper and larger, until they resembled the jaws of a canine. His breathing deepened, so deep the other wolves could hear it.

What happened next none of the wolves would ever forget. Harry's grip tightened on the silver wolf's fur, and after taking a deep breath, let out a roar so loud and powerful the ground beneath them shook. It was louder and deeper than anything they'd experienced before, and the power could be felt across the forest. Animals and birds of all sizes suddenly bolted from their place, running as far away as they could from the terrifying power that shook their bodies.

The wolves, being the closest in proximity to Harry, felt a chill of dread run through their bodies. Their very cores shook, and the sensation of submitting was all that filled their minds and senses. The two smaller wolves did just that, and ducked their heads to the ground, not daring to look up at their opponent. The brown wolf was trying to fight it, ducking its head up and down and having little luck succeeding. The only one that didn't bow was the black wolf, but it's was clear its body was shaking and taking small steps away.

The worst affected was the silver wolf. It took the full brunt of the primal roar, and the only way Harry could describe it's reaction was seeing a person curled up in a fetal position, completely oblivious from the rest of the world. The fear was overwhelming, and couldn't bring itself to gaze in Harry's direction. The fear of death was pushed into its soul, and the wolf could do nothing but shake.

To the wolves relief, the roar ended, and Harry let go of the wolf. His teeth eyes and teeth returned to normal, and waved his wand over the wolf, disintegrating the ropes into ash. Despite being free, the wolf didn't move. All it did was lay in the earth, shaking and releasing a whimper every couple of seconds. The other wolves gathered their bearings, though they had been shaken to the core.

Harry summoned his broomstick and was quick to jump on. The wolves didn't move. They just stood as still as statues, neither making a sound, apart from their ragged breathing.

"I'm not your enemy." Was all Harry told them, before taking off into the sky.

I had a lot of trouble with this chapter. I couldn't get the conversations between Harry and Bella right at first. I wanted to try and establish the beginning of their friendship, an I'll admit I did rush it a bit in this chapter. I wanted to avoid the usual cliche of doing a big memory dump in one of the first chapters. Instead, I'll reveal what happened in Harry past over time, as he and Bella get to know each other.

The Cullens won't be back right away. I want to spend a couple of chapter with Harry and Bella as their friendship grows. I've seen some people wonder if it will be a romantic relationship, and I want to confirm now it won't be. They will become close friends, which evolves into them loving each other like siblings.

I'm still looking for a beta for this story. If anyone would like to throw their hat in, then drop me a message.

I've got a busy week next week. I'll try to update, but if I don't, then it will be the following week.

Thanks for reading guys and please Review.