TITLE: It's Never So Simple As That

AUTHOR: Heartfelt Death

RATED: M

SUMMARY: Harry Potter is fed up with being the Boy Who Lived, so he runs away to America and settles in Forks, Washington. It's all Muggles, right? No more funny business…except the fact that some of the locals are vampires and werewolves. (Harry Potter – Twilight cross over)

DISCLAIMER: Yea. I wish.

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CHAPTER TWO: Werewolf

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LAST TIME: "Well…" He looked up at her, green eyes piercing her soul. "I'm a wizard."

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Bella stared for a long time.

"What?"

Harry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm a wizard. I couldn't believe it myself when Hagrid told me. I was only eleven, and I was being introduced to the Wizarding world. You see, the murderer, Lord Voldemort, or Tom Marvolo Riddle, is a Dark wizard. He hopes to rid the world of Muggles – non-magic folk such as yourself – and Mudbloods, or Muggle-borns and also half-bloods like me. He's a hypocrite. He's a half blood himself. His mother was pureblooded, his father a Muggle. Anyway, Riddle heard a prophecy that a child born to a couple who had thrice defied him as the seventh month dies would be the downfall of the Dark Lord, and he believed that it would be me. So, come in, Avada Kedavra, Avada Kedavra, my parents are dead." He looked up to see her bewildered expression and sighed again, a weary sad smile gracing his lips. "Are you following well enough?"

Bella shook her head. "Not really. But I think Edward would follow better."

Harry stood. "Well, sure, let's invite the whole of Forks over so that they can find out who I am and blab it all the way back to London. Maybe Tom'll find me first and kill me mercifully."

"No! Just Edward and his family! They're…they have secrets too."

Harry watched her carefully. "And you know these secrets?"

Bella didn't say anything. Harry chuckled darkly. "If they keep my secret I'll keep theirs. Seriously, I'm not afraid of them. I've fought a Dark Lord multiple times, killed a basilisk and got poisoned by it, I've fought a dragon, rescued people from mermaids, gotten past a sphinx, lured a werewolf away from myself after going back in time, I've gotten beat over the head by my uncle and again by a rogue Bludger, I've ridden a hippogryph, I've rescued an accused murderer, watched people die, broken into the Ministry of Magic, and a number of other deadly things. How bad can it be?"

She gawked. "All those creatures are real?"

"Bloody hell, they are."

"Are…are there vampires?"

"Yea. Never met one, but we learned just the littlest bit about them in Defense Against the Dark Arts. We learned there are different species of vampires, just like there's different species of werewolves. One of my father's best friends is a werewolf. Poor Moony."

Bella debated with herself. "Well, Edward…is a vampire. So is his family."

Harry stared. "Okay. That's all?"

"Yea…"

"Well, let me give you a tour." He helped her up. "Then we can dish dirt on me to your pet vampire." Bella glared at the choice of words, and Harry just grinned cheekily.

"The kitchen. Not very scary." Pots and pans and dishes were all cleaning themselves, glasses rearranging, a kitchen broom swept dirt out the back door.

"Bathroom…guest room…and my room." He opened the last door, revealing a dark red room with orangey-golds. There was a black draped bed. Gold and scarlet banners with rearing lions and the words "GO, GO GRYFFINDOR!" on them were on the walls, poster sized moving pictures of a team on broomsticks, all of them in gold and scarlet uniforms, laughing, Harry in the front, holding up a miniscule golden ball that fluttered in his palm accompanying the banners.

"Wow." She looked around. "Be my interior designer?"

Harry laughed. "Maybe. I can do House themes pretty well."

"House themes?"

"At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry we have four Houses: Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin, named after the four Founders: Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin. I was in Gryffindor. I almost made it into Slytherin, but I begged the Sorting Hat to put me in Gryffindor instead. I don't like the Slytherins."

"Oh."

"Still not following, are we?" She shook her head. "Ok, well, let's go see that pet vampire of yours."

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"Hello, Edward." Harry smirked, taking in the huge house. "We came to dish some dirt on each other. Bella knows your secret, she knows mine, and I know yours. Let's fit you in the loop."

Edward glared at the boy. "What secret?"

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, vampy boy."

Edward growled.

"Oh, so scared. I'm trembling with fear." Harry looked at the pissed vampire. "Seriously, mate, take a chill pill. I just came by to tell you I'm a wizard. Merlin."

Edward's anger was engulfed by surprise. "No wonder you smell different. And you have strange thoughts and memories."

Harry whipped his wand out and shoved it under Edward's neck. "You stay out of my head, vampire. It's one of the few sanctuaries allowed to me, and at any time a Dark Lord can get in there anyways. So stay. Out. Expelliarmus!"

Edward was thrown back, and soon six other vampires surrounded him. Edward stood, glaring at Harry. The green eyed boy just sneered.

"That was a harmless spell. But since this wand is unregistered, the Cruciatus Curse won't get me behind bars."

The other vampires growled, but even so, a man stepped forth. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Tell him to keep out of my head. Then I won't torture him."

"Harry, Edward, stop! Edward can't help but read minds! Alice can't help but see the future."

"Fine!" he spat. "I've got to send Moony something anyways. I'll just leave you and your pet vampire here to plot my death like so many others."

Harry Apparated to just outside his wards in his backyard.

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Green eyes fluttered open, a groan escaping his lips. Already he'd made enemies, and he'd only been there for a week or two.

"I wish someone was here…someone I knew." He muttered. An idea tickled his brain and he hefted himself up off the bed, moving into the living room. He grabbed some Floo Powder, but froze, feeling eyes on him. When he looked out the window, he looked into a pair of butterscotch and a pair of brown eyes. They couldn't get closer than two feet to his house. No wonder he hadn't woken to knocking.

He ignored the two and threw the powder into the fire, green flames springing up instantly. He kneeled before them and stuck his head in, saying, "12 Grimauld Place!"

Fireplaces spun before his eyes as he was connected to the Black House, where he thought Remus might be hiding. The house came into view and he shouted, "Moony! Moony! Come on, Moony!"

Footsteps sounded from the stairs and he braced himself to pull back if it was anyone but Remus.

"Harry?" Remus appeared from the shadows, relief shining from every pore. "Harry, where did you go? I – "

"I can't tell you, but I'm in desperate need of a friend. Please, come live with me for a bit. Please."

The older man looked around, checking to see if the coast was clear. "Okay, but I'll need clothes and I'll need to leave a note. I won't say anything about you though," he assured the protesting boy.

Harry nodded and watched Remus disappear. Five minutes later, Harry was sticking a hand through the fire and grabbing a trunk, his other hand grabbing Remus'.

As soon as they were through, Harry hugged Remus. "Moony, I missed you so much. I'm sorry I run away. I just had to."

"It's okay, Harry, really. I knew you contact me when you were ready."

Harry looked up, guilt in his eyes. "I also wanted to be there for you when the moon rose."

Remus smiled and ruffled the boy's untidy hair. "Just like your father in so many ways. But I'll tell you, you have your mother's huge heart. Your shell is your father's, but you are your mother. The only physical representation is your eyes." Hands cupped Harry's face, and tawny eyes stared into viridian. "How I miss them. I'm so grateful that you've survived."

"I miss Padfoot. I know what was between you. I'm so sorry I got him killed." He buried his face in his surrogate father's chest, sobbing.

"Harry, Harry, it's not you're fault. It was his own. He asked for it. And Bellatrix is the one who pushed him through that veil, not you. All of the horrors you know are Voldemort's fault."

He sniffed. "Yea, good thing there's no Dementors here."

Remus' voice was laced with surprise. "Really? Where are we?"

"America."

"Hmmm."

Harry pulled away and said, "Come on, let's get you fitting in with Muggles. Then we'll go out and have dinner." A grin crept across the sixteen year old's face.

"Oh Merlin. A shopping trip with Harry Potter." Harry laughed as they walked out the door, turning and locking it.

"I've got good taste, I'll let you know!"

"Turning into a Malfoy, are we?"

Harry stuck his tongue out at the werewolf, but a sudden growl immediately put him on the defensive.

Edward stood not five feet away. "No wonder I don't like you that much. You're friends with mutts."

"Edward…"

"Bella, it's fine. He's just a stupid bloodsucker who has neither self control nor any respect for it."

"Harry, I'm sure a vampire that is standing this close to humans and not looking like one is his next meal has plenty of self control."

"You have more Moony. Come on." He glared at Edward, his wand trained on the vampire. "If I get back and you're still here, then I will Avada Kedavra your pigment challenged ass faster than you can say Quidditch."

"Harry!"

"He's on my property. He could be a Death Eater for all I know." He turned and stalked off, Remus following.

"Harry, that wasn't nice – "

"He got in my head! I don't care whether or not it was nice, I don't like people in my head." He came up to a small black car with scarlet and gold flames across the sides. "Get in." The drive to Seattle was fairly silent.

Harry sighed as he pulled into a parking space. "I'm sorry, Moony. It's just…I don't know. He immediately wasn't friendly, and then he's somehow in my head. I don't need a million people in my bloody head."

"I understand Harry. I know the feeling." He clapped Harry on the back and smiled, before looking out the windshield at the shopping mall. "Shall we? I want to see that good taste of yours."

Harry smiled slightly and got out, locking the car doors with the clicker. They headed into the mall, people giving Moony weird looks, but not thinking much about it. It was the big city, you know? He was probably just some convention nerd on his way somewhere.

They passed many stores, and went into only a few, such as Spencer's, Hot Topics, and some others that caught their eyes. They also went into Borders and F.Y.E., coming out a few hours later, laden with bags and good spirit.

"Haha! Oh Merlin, did you see that lady checking you out Moony?" Harry doubled over, laughing at his friend.

Remus had gone and changed into some of his new clothes in one of the bathrooms before they went to the food court to grab a bite to eat, and while they were eating, many of the Muggle women and even a few teenage girls were checking him out. They saw his style, which was oldish-punk-goth-rock, saw the scars on his body, and his calm attitude and had immediately gone on total bad boy hottie alert. Even a few guys took notice.

"That wasn't funny! I hated people staring at me like that…like I was prey or something!" Remus pouted as he put his bags in the trunk, slouching and sticking very close to the car as some giggles floated their way. Unfortunately, his statement just made Harry laugh harder.

"It's 'cause you are prey to them! You're just another guy to hook and seduce." He put on a girly face and giggled, wiggling his fingers at Remus, which were quickly batted away as they got in the car.

"Fine, fine, I'll stop." Harry started the car and drove out of the shopping mall. The silence was broken only once they got headed towards Forks.

"You gotta admit, that one emo boy looked like he wanted to do you right there on the table, using that spaghetti sauce as lu-" Remus promptly smacked Harry upside the head, making him shut up as he avoided hitting another car.

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Harry pulled up next to his yard, smiling in lieu of the disappearance of Edward from his lawn.

"Come on, Moony, I wanna see what I might turn into as an animagus!" He hopped out of the car, grabbing his share of the bags and rushing to the door. He unlocked the door, tossed the bags on the floor, and ran to his room, snatching a thick book from the bedside table. Then he returned to the living room to find Remus missing.

"Moony? Oi, Moony!" Harry checked the rest of his house, wondering where the hell the werewolf could've gotten to. Movement from the corner of his eye made him look out the window into the front lawn to see Remus talking with a boy who was obviously Native American by the skin tone.

Going out the door, Harry walked up to the two. "Oi! Moony! I wondered where you'd gone."

He looked at the other boy, his heart stopping before starting up again at ninety miles and hour. The boy had mesmerizing dark eyes and a luscious body. It was muscled, but not too much. His black hair fell to his waist, pulled in a ponytail at the nape of his neck.

"Harry, this is Jacob."

Harry blinked and suppressed a blush while he hoped to Merlin he hadn't gotten a stupid look on his face. He reached forward and shook hands with Jacob.

"I'm Harry Potter." Jacob grinned.

"Sorry to disturb you, but Bella told me that a werewolf was over here. Said the bloodsucker smelled him." Harry immediately liked the guy for calling that stupid pale-assed parasite a bloodsucker.

"I take it you don't like him either, mate?" Jacob shook his head in response. "Well, Moony here is the werewolf."

Jacob turned and began talking to Remus, questioning him about his species of 'wolf and explaining that he himself was a werewolf; it was an obvious thing that Jacob was surprised to find there were other werewolves outside his pack.

Harry watched Jacob, trying to figure why he felt this way about the boy. Okay, well he knew about his sexual preference towards guys and had no qualms with being gay, but still…he'd had flings with Seamus and Dean, and even Neville but none of his feelings for them were the same as he was experiencing right then. And the feelings were making him feel exposed and vulnerable, which he hated. As he thought, his mind slowed and focused on memorizing Jacob's face, each and every muscle, the way his lips moved…

"…and why don't you guys come down to La Plush? I'm sure everyone will be okay with you guys knowing the secret, especially since you're wizards, and a 'wolf." Harry tore his gaze from Jacob to look at Remus for an answer and he shrugged, so Harry shrugged and nodded, the two of them following Jacob's Volkswagon in Harry's car.

You like him…you want him, don't you? Harry cried out as pain drilled itself like a freezing cold yet white hot needle through his skull and everything went black.

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I'M SORRY I'M SO EVIL! I couldn't help it! If I didn't end it with a cliffy then it would go on forever and I would never update. holds arms out and gives Puss in Boots eyes Forgive me?

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