Disclaimer: Not mine. Harry belongs to Rowling, Jake to Meyer.

TO:

Mistress Hikari - Thank you~! I'l try my best.

The Night Air - They've been friends since they were four to five years old. The timeline, I have to admit, is a bit defective at the moment, so sorry. I didn't find it that important. I also took your advice and changed the summary. It was definitely lame, thanks.

BRM - I accept all tackle hugs~! Glad you're interested!

nutymuffin - Good! Attention is what I need right now! Thanks!

krissy is bored - I agree, I can't find any Harry/Jacob fics too, which totally pissed me off, and in extension, my friends, so they urged me to write one. This was experimental so I never really thought it will garner attention, so thanks so much.

angelkit - They are both eleven years old, I believe, and Harry gets his letter that day, meaning the Dursleys never left when the persistent letters piled in, and also meaning that Hagrid visited them. Quite a shock for Petunia, that one, when a big ol' half-giant tried to squeeze through her doorway.

MeredithLilyPotter - Yeah, I love the pairing too! I was thinking, 'Why hasn't anyone made this kind of crossover?' and so I thought, well my friends thought for me, really, that I should try and make one. Thanks!

SO here it is, I guess!

Apple Tree

The only place that didn't seem to be occupied in the kindergarten playground that first day of school was the hazardous slide, the one where metal shards jutted from the ride down. Of course nobody would use it, but no parent had really seen the whole backyard, so the owner got away with that one.

The little russet skinned boy ambled towards it, sitting on its third steel step and sighing. He wasn't thinking of sliding on it either--he might be four but he's not that stupid. He wasn't old enough that he didn't cry and grip ol' Billy's leg like a lifeline when school started, though. When he got inside, however, he mustered all of his courage as he took those hesitant steps into the classroom with his Tom n' Jerry lunchbox.

The room was noisy. Every kid seemed to be throwing tantrums and wailing for their mommies and daddies, or random nanny names like Mary or McPhee, all except one puny little boy, a bundle of disheveled hair in a sea of chaotic whining. Little Jake focused on the boy, for he was the only one not giving him a four-year old migrane at the moment. He was like a small skinny kitten, abandoned by its mother and left to fend for itself.

He was pulled out of his regardfulness when the two mentors--or in this case, wranglers of this animal house-- called an early recess out of desperation. The kids, sensing their victory, flowed out of the room like stalllions and mares in a horserace. Jacob didn't take long to process what had happened and ran out to the backyard playground as well.

Jacob's gaze hovered boredly over the vast--as vast a backyard could be for a four year old--playground, until it stopped under the apple tree, where the small boy from earlier was flanked by three big boys--unusually large and plump like a pumpkin for someone of age the same as his. He had quite a view from where he was, an he instantly took note that the boy had his eyes squinted and his body was crouched low to the ground, his arms covering his head protectively. Silent tears were running down his cheeks while one kid kicked sand onto his already dirty shoes, another held him still, and the last, the biggest, and certainly the most grotesque, decked his head with an arm, like a chubby hammer.

Jacob recalled what his sister Rachel told him. 'Don't let anyone bully you, now, and remember to be help anyone who needs it!'

He jerked away from the slide, like a wolf instinct-driven towards its prey, his mind playing out the constant bickering his sisters Rebecca and Rachel permanently drilled into his brain. He sprinted the whole distance in what surprised him was only five steps. He was angry--no, seething--that such big bullies have the nerve to pick on the defenseless little kid.

"Stop it!" he yelled as he snagged the beefy arm midway towards the onyx haired kid.

"Oi, look a' this guys," the biggest mockingly exclaimed, "Hawee has wee lil' hewo!" The laughter that followed from the two goons was rehearsed and synchronized. One of them spoke up, "He's twying to op-opo-opop- he's twying to stop you, Dudley!"

"Weave him awone!" Jake demanded, his wrist tightening around the fat boy's--Dudley's--sausage arm.

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Ten minutes later found Jacob in an unidentifiable heap under the apple tree. The bullies had escaped towards the other kids, presumably to establish an alibi.

Little Harry was currently kneeling in front of a beat up Jake, shaking him conscious.

"Wha..hurgh..what..happened?" Jacob coughed out.

Harry was was sobbing, tears escaping the hands hias face was currently buried in. He was continuously hiccuping the words "I'm sowwy".

Jacob reached out a shaky finger and took some tears of Harry's cheek. Harry peeked out of his hands and saw that Jacob was grinning.

"Hey, it's alright. Don't cry."

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A/N: Sorry, it's the best I could come up with right now. As I said this was only experimental, and I don't have a plot for it : /. I got food poisoning and couldn't go to school today, so I guess I had more time, but you know me, I find it hard to finish any of my stories. R&R!