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Rosalie was growing impatient, shifting her weight agitatedly from her right to her left and vice versa every few seconds. Her eyes were rapidly darkening from their honey-amber to a deep, soulless and most of all, hungry black as she waited for the rest of her siblings to migrate to the living roomto set off on a joint hunting trip.
Give Carlisle and Esme time alone. Edward had pleaded, all but dropping to his knees and bestowing tender kisses upon their feat in his blatant desperation. They need it, I need it. Their thoughts are not ones that should be so publicly broadcasted. And Rosalie, in her infinite charity, had agreed along with her siblings. She hadn't hunted in a few days anyway. What with Emmett constantly preventing her doing so.
In a fun way of course.
She was seriously regretting it and becoming oh-so-close to destroying her perfect record of never touching a drop of human blood.
Snarling, Rosalie glared upwards to where she knew was Edward was standing. Bloody Edward, who knew full well what her thoughts were. And who was quite deliberately taking his time because of them. "Hurry up." She hissed in a wide message to all of her siblings, it was well below what the average human ear could pick up, but for Vampires, it was if she was talking right alongside their ears.
"What's wrong Rose?" A low chuckle sounded right beside her, causing Rosalie to spin around with a growl. Emmett, her husband of many years was grinning at her humorously.
"Now, now Emmett." Jasper replied for her as he appeared behind him, too fast for the human eye to comprehend, smirking as he strolled around the large Vampire, hands clasped behind his back and presenting a deceptively suave front. "You wouldn't want to have an accident in the forest would you?"
"That would be most unfortunate, wouldn't it?" Murmured Edward as he causally ambled into the living room, a twinkle in his eyes, a single brow raised on his seemingly flawless face as he halted beside Rosalie, a finger lightly drifting down her back before he hastily retracted it after a warning growl from the agitated blond.
"Nah, she loves me too much to damage this package." Emmett replied cockily, his hand waving down his body in the perfect look-at-this-beast gesture, ignoring Rosalie as her fingers twitched spastically, as if they were just itching to wrap themselves around a certain beast's neck .
"Don't be so sure, Em." Alice smiled vaguely as she zipped behind Jasper and wrapped her arms around the scarred Vampire's waist, resting her cheek on his back as his previously grasped hands snaked forward into a gentle hold around her own tightly entwined hands.
"You didn't see anything, right?" Emmett asked, a frown marring his beautiful face in an almost comical way as he eyed off his feral wife who was hissing in an almost triumphant way, pacing agitatedly, refraining herself from performing several heinous deeds to her fellows who were preventing her feeding with their nonsensical blathering.
"Not yet." Alice replied cheekily, a smirk curving up her porcelain face as Emmett's frown deepened in real worry and he ever-so-slightly edged away the slightly deranged woman .
"Can we just leave already?" Interrupted Rosalie abruptlybefore Emmett could properly find a response, her features brutally contorted in raging thirst and impatience. "Or will I make sure Alice has such a vision?"
Jasper stifled a laugh at the sudden wariness and touch of fear rolling off Emmett in waves as Edward completely failed to do so, the vivid images Rosalie was conjuring up with her imagination far too amusing.
Emmett narrowed his eyes at the two (simultaneouslywatching Rosalie from the corner of his eyes) and replied. "Let's just go." He said gruffly. "Before Rosalie goes to find a little human to feed from."
Before the aforementioned Vampire could react, Alice diverted all attention from the couple with a loud (and completely unnecessary) gasp. "Paper." She managed to grind out, pushing away from gasping, hands already reaching out, fumbling for her requested items before being completely sucked into a vision, dragging an unwilling Edward along with her.
"Little human!" Emmett boomed as he bounded into the house, a large grin spilling over his face as he hurdled over to the Esme's designer couch and dropping to his knees with an almost thunderous clap of skin alike smooth granite against the cool linemen.
On the said couch was a rather unusual site, Jasper, leaning against an arm rest with his legs spread out askew, framing the lower half of a fragile looking figure whose chest wasgently cradled against Jasper own and who had a rather unruly looking mop of shocking raven hair completely hiding the beings face as it was softly supported against Jasper's shoulder with a single cold hand.
"Emmett!" Jasper hissed as the figure stirred and turned around to blearily glare at the enthusiastic Vampire with a stifled groan of pain as it did so, partially dislodging Jasper hold.
"Bugger off. It's too early for this." Came a croaky moan as the figure softened further, if that was possible, into Jasper, resting a clammy check against the opposite side of Jaspers chest as the honey-haired Vampire reclaimed his tight hold over his package.
Jasper hissed at Emmett as the large Vampire backed up, whatever courage he had once possessed to disrupt the clearly protective and irritated Vampire in the first place quailing under the force of Jasper's glare.
"It's, uh, he was asking, uh, you know what? Neeevvveeeeermind. See ya later, little human!" Emmett fumbled out, before turning and making a hasty, scampering exit through the glass doors that he had entered moments before, the large frame of the doors rocking slightly in the breeze Emmett left behind.
"Jasper?" Large, emerald green eyes set in a lethargic, clammy face peered up at their makeshift pillow, the vivid green ovals contrasting shockingly with the human's pale parlour and sweat soaked face.
"Yes, Harry?" Jasper replied tenderly, a hand reaching down to stroke almost an almost emancipated, frail hand as he sent a gentle wave of calm down to his partner, breathing in deeply, the soft scent of coconut and rain soaked earth gently twirling around him in an lazy dance.
"When's Alice coming back?" Harry trembled slightly, exhaustion evident on his features as he clutched Jasper's hand with his own quivering one, his free hand plucking weakly at his overly large green shirt before fluttering down to shakily smooth down his grey sweatpants. It seemed to be intent on calming the quivering figure cradled upon Jasper but only seemed to serve agitating Harry further, a set of off-white teeth appearing briefly to drag Harry's topmost lip in as he gnawed on it with a seemingly set rhythm.
"Soon, my love." Came the reply as Jasper gently stilled the wandering hand with a slight touch and squeezed Harry's other hand before he softly thumbed Harry's abused lip, dry and flaking. "Soon."
"OK." Harry mumbled, head drooping down onto Jasper's chest once more, his eyes fluttering shut as he dragged aunsteady up behind Jasper's neck, cupping it in an fruitless effort to draw the Vampire further towards him. "Love you Jazzy."
Jasper smiled tenderly and dropped a loving kiss onto Harry's sweat soaked hair, not even flinching at as the close contact drew an faint, underlying hint of rotting meat into hisolfactory senses . "I love you too, Har'. We both do."
Alice reeled back out of the vision, gaping in shock. She locked eyes with Edward, wordlessly asking him what had just happened.
Edward himself was frozen, unable to understand either. Alice and Jasper were mates, perfectly happy to remain with each other forever, their each and every movement in perfect synch, complementing each other in every possible way. There were made for each other.
Why would there be someone else?
Why would that someone be a human?
And how could Jasper, war-torn Jasper who could barely contain himself around humans, be able to hold him?
"What? What happened?" Rosalie demanded, looking to andfro from Alice to Edward in unconcealed impatience, flipping her blond mane agitatedly.
Jasper, on the other hand, was staring at a piece of paper. Thepiece of paper that Alice had sketched on during the throes ofher vision.
Of him.
Of him …kissing… Harry.
"Jazz?" She whispered, reaching out and grasping his hand in a show of support her eyes flickereing up to his golden orbs, resolutely avoiding her own. She barely heard Rosalie and Edward futilely attempting to pry information from the adamantly mute Edward.
He locked gazes with her after clearing his throat slightly, an involuntary spasm passing down along his spine. "Alice." He murmured, eyes large and sparkling in confusion. "Alice, where are you?"
He seemed to be on the verge on panicking from the overflow of emotion battering him from all sides. Confusion from Edward, frustration and annoyance from Rosalie, yet more confusion from Emmett and then, oddly enough, pure happiness from Alice.
"Oh, Jazzy." She whispered, a wide smile gracing her pixie features, her hand reached up to cup her husband's face, the diminutive appendage melding perfectly to the contours of Japer's face as he unconsciously leant into the touch. "I'm still there, with you." Alice's gaze softened, watching her husband wallow in confusion and slight hurt as her words failed to reassure him.
Jasper simply stared back at her, amber eyes set in a beautifully scarred face begging for an explanation.
"And so is Harry." She reached up on her toes to wrap her arms around Jasper's neck as Emmett growled in annoyancetore the paper from the frozen and shell shocked Jasper with a noise of surprise.
"We're going to be so much more complete now."
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Two Months Later
"He's here." Breathed Alice with sparkling eyes and a soft sigh as a sleek black Lamborghini Sesto Elemento rolled into the parking lot, nosing through the sea of staring student that were normally oh-so devoted to the topic of the Cullens and Hales.
Well, not today.
Jaspers arms tightened around her waist fractionally from behind as the car smoothly slid to a halt a mere three car parksaway. "Ready Jazzy?" She asked, tilting her head back to look him in the eye, a small furrow in her brow as she felt thewaves tension he was unconsciously emitting.
"As ever." He replied, his jaw reflexively twitching as he stared at the car in anticipation.
Neither part of the duo had seen Harry aside from Alice's vision and shaky drawing that couldn't ever do justice to a real, tangible person. In fact, the only person who had seen the elusive Harry was Emmett who had decided it was a grand idea to stalk Harry from the bushes by his home earlier that morning to 'scope out the potential bro material'. Edward, for that reason, had glared at Emmett's for a full three hours due to his apparent eagerness to find a decent 'bro'.
Whilst Emmett spied, Rosalie sulked at the lack of attention directed at her and Edward stewed, Alice spent the entire morning reassuring Jasper that he would not, in fact, destroy Harry and the rest of the population of Stilt in a murderous rampage.
Jasper however, was not convinced, despite the clear vision of him holding the boy who was practically melting into him. It had been a concern for him since the moment he actually realised that he was about to gain a new mate.
A human mate that he could rip and tear, he could feast andgnaw upon, stripping away absolutely delectable skin and sinking his glistening fangs into wonderfully soft neck as hescreamed and begge-
It had not been a pleasant experience for the Cullen clan. They had been immediately swamped with mind-numbing fear, heart-breaking sorrow and an intense loathing directed at Jasper himself so strong that several members of the family had longed to attack Jasper, only able to restrain themselves for long enough to flee from the house.
Alice had then sat with Jasper, quietly talking to him of the small glimpses she could catch of Harry in the jolting, recurring vision. She had described every aspect of (the albeitsickly) Harry in vivid detail, describing him in such a fond love that Jasper had eventually calmed down, swayed by her feelings.
He had of course, apologised to the members of the household in his own way. Sending waves of an intense euphoria that resulted in Emmett practically bouncing around the house, a silly grin spread over his face and a manic gleam in his eyes.
So, after two months of worrying with a nervous, gut wrenching anticipation, Alice and Jasper were going to finally see Harry within a few seconds. Their family a reassuring grounding point behind them. A great comfort to the practically agitated Jasper.
Alice smiled and turned her gaze back to the overly expensive car that was hiding their mate from them. "It's time." She proclaimed softly, a dainty hand snaking over to cover Jasper's large one.
A beat later, the car door that was tantalisingly close to them swung open and Alice and Jasper finally saw their mate in the flesh.
He was small, as they knew, and to a human, the perfect eyelevel to Alice, but in reality just a fraction of a millimetre shorter. He had a wild, untamed shag of hair darker then thedarkest night, drawn into a stubby ponytail, curling and flicking at the edges as it fought to escape its of grey and black, with the occasional hint of forest green
Worn sneakers just disappeared under the tips of tight black denim that clung to things and calves, they were lean yet almost flaunting a great strength as they outlined every ridge of muscle available. A loose v-necked shirt decorated in swirling
, settled comfortably upon his shoulder, rippling slightly in the breeze, the short sleeves offering a fantastic view a lean, supple arms that seemed to possess the same strength as his legs.
A mostly smooth jawline with the barest hint of stubblestarted off the face, neither feminine or largely masculine, justsimply pleasant, led onto smooth cheeks and a thin, well defined nose siting above plump, pink lips that were currently being chewed on ever-so-slightly in ill-concealed nerves. Soft yet distinct cheekbones managed to bring Harry's appearance to a much more mature stand then many of the gawking students surrounding him.
But what really reached out to Alice and Jasper was the eyes. They were, if possible, a brighter, vibrant forest green then in Alice's vision, they were, in every sense of the word, alive.
But not young. In fact, those eyes looked ancient, they had a soft sheen that seemed to be looking upon his surroundings with something alike nostalgia. As if they were grateful to see joy and happiness for once.
As if they had seen enough horror and violence that the tacky cloths and decrepit buildings of high school were a reprieve.
This raised a fierce protective urge in Jasper and Alice alike, an urge to hunt down whoever had hurt their mate and rip them to shreds. Whoever had hurt those eyes.
Those eyes that were staring right at them.
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Harry forced himself to move after several moments of staring at those perfectly duplicated amber eyes.
Turning around, he scrabbled for his bag over on the passenger seat as he heart thundered almost painfully in his ears. After fumbling for a moment, he latched onto a bag strap with a quivering hand, ignoring the painfully loud voice that was begging him to see reason.
Not natural, not natural! It chanted in a squeaky voice rather reminiscent of… Dobby. Go back! Go home! It- not Dobby, never Dobby- begged. Go clean up the war! Run away, far away! Not natural! They are here to hurt! Go back!
Harry rather brutally shoved the voice down swinging the door shut with a slam and resolutely stalking away from his car, and, by extension, the (unnatural! unnatural!) eyes, ignoring the lingering gazes of the student body and thewhispers about him, reaching out to ensnare him…
With a shudder, Harry shook all thoughts from his head and concentrated on getting into the building, then following through with each step until he could go home.
Go home and be tortured with the screams of the dead as they tore him apart, demanding to know why he didn't save them.
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"Jasper…" Alice moaned as he pulled her further into his grip after Harry had stalked away.
"There's something wrong with him." Edward said, frowning as he moved up to beside the duo. "His thoughts weren't… right."
"He was absolutely terrified." Jasper replied, staring after Harry, a grimace stretched over his face. "It was confusing, to say the least. His emotions kept battling with each other. He was apprehensive, nothing major, then he was absolutely terrified then so achingly sorrowful. He kept flicking between the two so fast that I could barely register it."
"His thoughts were sketchy at best." Admitted Edward. "It was as if they were covered by static. I could hear some surface thoughts about eyes in bushes, ah, a war and something coming to hurt him." Jasper flinched and Edward scrubbed a hand over his face, a habit carried over from his days as a human. "But it felt as if that wasn't all Harry, as if he was actually was if he was actually hiding underneath all those thoughts. It was similar to those with PTSD."
"So, Alice picked up another war-torn nutter?" Emmett asked, a cocky grin lifting up his face as Rosalie smacked him upside the head and Alice raised an eyebrow.
"I am not a 'war-torn nutter' as you say so eloquently. Besides, Harry looks, what seventeen? Sixteen? How could he have been in a war?" Asked Jasper coolly, agitated that he hadn't even exchanged words with his new mate and problems had already arisen.
"His thoughts were flitting around the idea of war." Edward reminded them gently.
"That answers nothing." Alice pouted, twisting elegantly away from Jasper and placing her hands on her hips.
She turned, swinging her massager bag over her shoulder with a perfected flick as the bell rang.
"I'm going to look out for a closer examination, get another whiff of his scent." She threw over her shoulder as she sauntered away, Emmett wandering after her, hand in hand with Rosalie, leaving Jasper with Edward.
He turned and appraised Jasper with raised eyebrows, and said. "You didn't react at all to his scent. You were worrying for absolutely nothing." Then simply strolled away, leaving a still frowning Jasper.
And he hadn't even thought about that, Harry should have smelt mouth-watering, more so than the hundreds of students he was already surrounded by, as he was his mate.
But Harry had simply smelt of coconut and earth.
And Jasper never once found himself wishing to attack.
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Harry was quite aware that he wasn't left all right after the war.
He accepted that fact and learnt to live with it.
But he was finding it increasingly difficult to deal with his own erratic mood swings.
He had woken up feeling peacefully neutral that morning, he could have quite easily swung both ways, even if he was leaning towards happiness. But then he had seen those eyes belonging to porcelain gods his day –and his mind- had taken quite the trip to hell, still was to be honest.
Because there was something wrong with those people. They had reminded Harry of the biblical arch angles, sent to Earth on the will of their Father.
They were stunningly perfect in their own styles. The big, muscled one had emitted a certain charm and innocence with the wide, goofy grin and boyish curls and dimples. The sour-looking blond woman had voluptuous assets, full red, pouty lips and hair seemingly spun from gold, definitely appealing to the sensual side of men and woman alike. The second male, reddish bronze hair and half lidded eyes called out with a 'lone gunslinger' vibe. The two others, they were…confusing.
They had simultaneously called people with the woman's vibrate pixie-like happiness and the man's stiff (protective? Guarded?) yet gentle standing (and both's incredible beauty) yet repelled them with a vigour born from the overly simple yet obviously complex way they seemed to entwine around each other in a clear and simple message: Back off, mine.
So, the marble personifications of mythical creature that allshared the exact same eyes freaked him out.
Leading to his subconscious thinking it would be cool to bring up the war. As if to say hey, I know you think you left this all behind but what the heck!? Here is a nice freak out over your safety!
So he was a little crabby and darkly contemplative.
And none of this was being helped by the fact that he was unable to enjoy his plastic cafeteria chicken in peace.
"Soooo."The girl beside him drew out the word, stringing it along in a desperate attempt to flirt.
The bint had been following him since he had entered the school, pouncing on him in reckless abandon- if the jealous glares of her peers were anything to go by. She had latched onto his arm, giggling incessantly, introduced herself Katherine, the head cheerleader and tacking on a – "Call meKatty."- with a suggestive flick of her eyes.
Katherine had then proceeded to practically stalk him, obviously rolled brown curls bouncing in beat to her obnoxiously large breasts that were threatening to pop free of her shirt. She hadn't seemed to pick up on Harry's obviously dark mood as he navigated the narrow corridors in search for his locker, despite Harry's narrow-eyed glares and snarls ofyes or no to her each and every question.
Thankfully, Harry had finally shaken her off when the final bell rang. She had departed with a wistful stare, for senior history whilst Harry's first subject was double junior math, thankfully on the other end of the building.
Math was somewhat lethargic to Harry, in a way that was all too reminiscent of History of Magic.
He had sat in the right corner furthest from the majority of his classmates singular desks, staring out of a thinly paned window to the littered parking lot for the entity of the lesson, wondering why the hell normal life had sounded so appealing.
Thankfully, the teacher had completely ignored him, thus avoiding arkward introductions to the class in favour of diving into a lesson concerning a very basic eighth grader level of trigonometry, absolutely pouring herself into every single symbol she sketched down, seemingly unconcerned by the lack of attention from her pupils who were far more occupied with the passing of notes, whispers and childish giggles.
All the while Harry counted down the time until the end of theday, he was looking forward to escaping home, perhapsflooing over to the Burrow and punching George in the face.
But seeming as her had another four fifty minute periods after his current subject, excluding the upcoming twenty minute break and larger fifty minute break, Harry settled to counting down to the aforementioned breaks, instead of torturing himself with such a large time period.
Needless to say, it only added to the lethargy.
But forwarding to present times, Harry was just wishing the stupid chit would leave him alone! The second Harry had entered the cafeteria for first break, Katty had detached herself from her giggling gaggle of friends and sashayed over to him, a small smirk titling up her lips and a deep smouldering desire in her eyes.
Then, after refusing her offer to join her friends table, Kattyhad followed Harry like a desperate harlot to a deserted table and attempted to woo him.
"Soooo."The girl beside him drew out the word, stringing it along in a desperate attempt to flirt.
"Yes." Harry ground out, viciously stabbing his chicken with a plastic fork of the same consistency.
"That's a nice accent, you from England? Was it peaceful there? How's Stilt in comparison? OH! I bet you could help me with my geography assignment, it's all about England." She shot off each question in rapid succession, batting her eyelids occasionally as she cocked her head, an index finger placed upon her cheek.
"Hmm." Harry grunted. Yeah, England was wonderfully peaceful and he would just love to help her.
When Snape danced a jig and serenaded Fred Weasley.
"Hey! Do you know about the Cullen family? You just haveto know about them!" She leant forward in her seat opposite him, leaning up on her elbows as her chest once again threatened to jump from her thin, low shirt.
"I really don't care." Harry muttered down to his mutilated chicken, the name Cullen itching at the back of his mind, alike some half-forgotten memory. Katty, meanwhile, seemed not to hear his mumbled potest. Or just ignored him.
"Well, where to start? I can't really show you, they like to sit outside, away from us, we arn't good enough, it seems."
Whoop-di-friggin'-do
"Actually, you have seen them! They were parked like, one space away from you! They were the suuuuper hot ones with that red car- it's like a Ferrari or something."
Oh, the bloody statues. Wonderful.
"Anyway, Emmett is like, the really super big one. Like,massive muscles that a girl could totally go for." She heaved a disappointed sigh. "He's with Rosalie, the brainless blond bitch."
Looks who's talking.
"Rosalie's like, not a Cullen, she's apparently a Hale, but like, that's just wrong! They're totally like brother and sister!"
Apparently not.
"Then there's Edward." She giggled, her voice increasing in pitch over Edward's name. "He's the bronzy one and he's tots free!" She squealed, Harry just wondered why she kept talking about these people like that whilst flirting. Wasn't that kind of redundant?
"But no girl is good enough for him." She sighed and quickly recovered. "But anyway, he's a Cullen like Emmett, 'cus the only other Hale is Jasper and he like, Rosalie's younger brother. He's the honey-haired one that always looks so sad." She pouted. "I bet I could make him happy."
Harry flashed back to his memory of the honey-haired boy and frowned in disagreement. Sure, his face was sad, but his eyes were had been sparkling with an odd mixture of joy and relief for the few seconds Harry had locked gazes before fleeing.
"But I can't. He's with that pixie chick, Alice Cullen. She like weird, just spacing out all the time."
Lucky.
"But anyway, they are all like, adopted by Esme and CarlisleCullen. They all rocked up last year and Carlisle got like, thetop job of the hospitable and Esme got floats around the house. It's really weird 'cus they are in their early thirties andshe can't carry children!"
Harry glared at the girl. "And? What of it?"
Katty stared at him, performing a wonderful impression of a goldfish. "There something wrong with her!" She spoke slowly as if speaking to a simpleton and Harry bristled.
"It's a wonderful thing to take in children. You have no idea how many people end up him abusive homes or never have any one to care for them." He said coldly.
Harry stood up with an almost regal authority and stated simply. "You are nothing but a simple child, I pity you."
He swept up his bags and stalked over to the exit of the cafeteria, which was, coincidently, the school entrance, throwing his plate of violated meat into a garbage chute with the precision of a seasoned seeker, leaving Katty staring after him with a befuddled mixture of hurt, confusion and slightlust.
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Edward watched with a slight frown from the shade of a lone tree by the edge of the parking lot as Harry trudged from the school, his course of direction clearly his car.
His thoughts were even harder to discern then earlier that morning. Then, there had been surface thoughts difficult to clearly follow, but not impossible. Now, there was absolutelynothing Edward could grasp onto.
Harry's mind was one solid steel wall that Edward could only scrabble without purchase against in a desperate attempt to glean information that he knew was there, he could hear it, an indistinguishable, roaring cacophony of noise that had Edward wishing to scream in utter frustration, unable to distinguish a clear thought from behind the impenetrable wall.
This was a new experience to Edward. Yes, there were some minds that were harder to search then others, but never this hard.
And he was dammed if he was just going to live with thisforever.
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Harry was fuming as he strode to his car. He was surrounded by morons and ignoramuses, it was as plain and simple as that. How dare the harlot attack a woman on her ability to conceive and the sub-sequential adoption?
Harry would have given absolutely anything to be adopted, placed in a caring home away from the Dursley's! If a woman had been kind enough to bring no less than five people into her family then he applauded her!
Bloody hell! He didn't even care that the family in question were the very same people who had started off his shitty day with their dammed eyes.
So wrapped up in his fury, Harry failed to notice that blatantly obvious concrete block in his way, and the meter deep pothole it guarded.
He yelped, bag flying off, twisting his body as he lost his footing and flung an arm out, bracing for impact and thanking whoever was listening he had taken those corrective eyesight potions, not having to worry about destroying his glasses- again.
But the harsh contact with the ground never came. Instead acold, slender arm wrapped around his waist, Harry seizing the owner's equally cold, dainty wrist, and yanked him backwards into a smooth… female chest.
A tinkling bell-like laugh sounded in his ear as Harry immediately extracted himself from the grip, stumbling slightly as he spun around to face his aid.
Harry's face flamed as he realised he had been saved from certain humiliation from Alice Cullen. Small to any other but the perfect height to him, she was wearing an impish grin and madly sparkling eyes as she took in his beet-red complexion.
"Uh, thanks, I guess." He tentatively offered, a hand coming back to rub the back of his neck as her grin widened.
"You're welcome." She all but trilled, cocking her head slightly. "Couldn't have you making a fool of yourself after you defended my family like you did."
Harry froze. "You, ah, you heard that?"
"Yep, everyone knows now." She said, popping the 'p' and bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet as she stared unblinkingly at Harry. "Nothing escapes anyone here. They also believe you have an illegitimate child in adoption, as Katherine is joyfully telling everyone."
"Right then." Harry nodded. "I always wanted to have everyone talking about, not like that's happened before."
Alice gave a sort burst of musical laughter. "It does get frustrating, but don't worry, they'll forget soon enough, however, it might pop up at graduation." She paused, a slight crease between her eyebrows, eyes distant. "Yep, definitely popping up at graduation."
Harry eyed the odd girl, she was reminding him strongly of Luna, with her strange saying and distant expression.
Alice's face cleared and her smile tilted a bit more on one side. "This hostage stuff is fun." She said lightly.
Harry's previously fading blush came back in full force as he realised he still had a firm grip on her chilled wrist. "Sorry." He winced as he let go quickly, as if burned- or frozen.
Alice laughed again, bending slightly. It was infectious and Harry found a silly grin spread across his face without permission.
"You're okay." She reassured as she stuck a hand. Harry raised an eyebrow as his eyes flickered between Alice's face and her hand in confusion, before tentatively holding out his own, unsure.
Alice grabbed it and gave it a gentle shake. "It was a pleasure actually meeting you Harry Potter." She intoned, grim faced and serious for a few seconds as he stared at her, unsure of whether to be bemused or confused as hell.
Her face split back into a grin as she gently withdrew her hand, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You really should find a sense of humour Har'" She informed him, swaying slightly before nodding once, spinning around, her short, floral skirt flaring out around her before she all but skipped away.
Harry recovered enough to yell out over the shrill bell that signified the end of break. "When you find some bodywarmth!" Choosing to ignore the short startled laugh it drewfrom her, he too wandered back toward the school building, mouthing 'Har' to himself in what could only be described ascomplete
bewilderment
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(dramatic pause) …To Be Continued…
So, what do you think? Sorry it took two weeks but I am a rower currently in racing season, meaning I have a regatta every second weekend. On top of all my assignments, training and guitar practise.
Point is, I don't really have free time.
Anyway, I would love some more reviews. Moral support and encouragement to continue. A/J/H is woefully rare.
But I really must ask you to review and tell me which HP character you would like to make an appearance next. Just saying a name is good enough. Anyone, even ghost, canon or the people I have killed.
Whoever finds the actual quote from either twilight or HP gets the next chapter dedicated to them.
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