Disclaimer: HP and Twilight not mine.

The first part of this takes place during the last chapter of Twilight series in which Jacob receives the wedding invite.

Sorry for the confusion, I think of the books collectively as Twilight, rather than just the first, but for the sake of clearing things up, it's the end of Eclipse :) Sorry.

One Look Only

Part One

"Hey, Jacob, can you do something for me." Billy asked, his eyes surveying the table that just a second ago might have splintered into pieces. He knew he had to think fast, or Jacob would leave, and perhaps that might be the best thing, but at the same time he had a gut feeling that his son was needed here, and he had learned long ago to trust his instincts unless proven that they were wrong.

His son's hands clenched tighter, and Billy knew he was undecided and so he continued, hoping that the boy's curiosity would keep him standing there. "I have someone flying in to stay a while, I was wondering if you'd pick them up from the airport."

And the hands relaxed, and Billy knew he had him. His gaze rose to eyes that mirrored his own in color if not in current temperament.

"Who?" he asked.

"A cousin's godson. He's been having a bit of a hard time, and I was asked if he could come for a sort of vacation."

"I didn't think you had any cousins." he looked and sounded skeptical.

"A distant cousin." Billy waved his hand as if in doing so it waved the matter or relations away. "So, the question is, will you or won't you?"

Jacob narrowed his eyes and then gave a huff that was reminiscent of a canine's before nodding. "But after that, don't expect me to hang around. I'm not a babysitter." and with that he was storming out the door, the screen shutting behind him on his father's denial that the boy wasn't a child.

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Harry sighed as he adjusted the bag on his shoulder. He didn't have much, as much of what he wanted to bring, Sirius made him leave, telling him it was a vacation and not a relocation in which to do the same things. Harry knew he had probably worried his godfather, especially after his little episode earlier in the month. His hand rose to tug at messy black hair, that while at Grimauld, had lengthened to sweep just above his shoulders.

Where was the person who was supposed to pick him up? Sirius had explained that his cousin would be there, and that it was much safer for him to fly the muggle way then to take an international portkey. Still, it had been torture. The seats were cramped, the food was terrible, and Harry hadn't been able to sleep a wink. To add insult to injury he was standing there, with a sign, and all he wanted to be, was away from all these people.

The sign wouldn't be too bad, he understood the reason for it, but he still felt like a child. It wasn't even his true name upon it. Rather, instead, the name written was Harry Evans. Moody had insisted that constant vigilance would still need to be observed, despite the fact that while many American witches and wizards might know his name, they didn't know what he looked like, besides the infamous scar.

A movement caught his attention, causing him to turn his head, and lock his eyes with fathomless black. A shiver ran down his spine, and he knew somehow that his life was about to be irrevocably changed. Little did he know, that the other was having a similar but more violent reaction.

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Jacob still wasn't too happy about the assignment he had given. Actually, Jacob just wasn't happy with life in general. The worst part was, there wasn't too much he could do about it, at least not unless he wanted to make Bella even more unhappy than he had made her in the past. He didn't think that tearing her boyfriend, he refused to think fiance at this point, limb from limb would exactly put him in her good books. Large hands ran roughly through long black hair, catching on a tangle and causing him to wince.

Why couldn't things be simple? The answer came automatically, because life was anything but. He was already running late, but he hoped that the guy wouldn't be too upset about it. His father hadn't mentioned what his cousin's godson was like. Only that he had been going through some tough times, Jacob had snorted at that. He could imagine what sort of tough times a person might have outside of Forks. His father had explained that he had been expelled from his boarding school. Probably some rich punk who took everything for granted and didn't apply himself. Probably had everything handed to him too.

He scanned the people around him, his height giving him an easier time in doing so. There! A small sign with the name "Harry Evans" written in what appeared to be chicken scratch. Jacob found himself noticing that he liked that. No cursive letters or elegant handwriting that reminded him of the leech. And then the other was turning toward him and he noticed a few things simultaneously, stopping him in his tracks and causing his heart to beat painfully fast in his chest.

One; the other was short in stature, perhaps even as short as Bella or the fortune teller vamp, Alice. Second; he was gorgeous, black hair, pale skin, green eyes and the third and most powerful observation of them all? He was Jacob's. And the truth in that statement was beautiful in it's simplicity, even if the repercussions of it would be anything but.