AN: Wow... You guys really liked this one, thanks. I forgot to mention that this story is not betas, just so you know, and I apologise for any mistakes as I am not English.

Jacob

Jacob Black was out in his garage, fixing up his dads truck. He was wishing dearly for a car of his own, but as he was only 14 and couldn't really afford anything like that, he just had to wait, work for his dad and hope. His dad was inside with Charlie Swan watching a match on TV, and Jake could hear their cries of outrage and success through the door. It was a warm day on the reservation, one of the few they got, and Jake was lying shirtless under the car.

A couple of hours later, after the TV was off and a murmur of conversation could be heard through the door, Jake could faintly hear the phone ring and his dad picking it up. Twenty minutes later, a car parked in the front of the house, and Jake pulled himself out from under the car, wondering who it was as he didn't recognise the sound of the engine. He cleaned himself off and walked out of the garage as he heard the door open and his dad and Charlie welcoming whoever it was, just before his dad called out for him. He turned around the corner of the house, and was met with three men on the steps. The only one he didn't know was a 5'9 tall dark-haired man, maybe 25 with extremely green eyes beneath some classy glasses. The man smiled at him, and Jake couldn't help but smile back; the guy was gorgeous!

"Jacob, this is Harry Potter-Black, he's a distant relative form England. Harry, this is my son Jacob." Jake took the outstretched arm and shook it.

"Hi, nice to meet you." The British accent was clear in his voice, suggesting he had just left England.

"Likewise. How are we related?" The four of them walked into the house as they talked.

"Well, not in the normal way. My Godfather, Sirius Black, adopted me since my parents are dead, so it's mainly by name, but I wanted to visit you guys anyway and send greetings from Sirius. I think Sirius is your dads fourth or fifth cousin or something the like." For some reason that Jake couldn't really comprehend, he let out a sigh of relief when he heard that.

Harry stayed for dinner, and with an invitation and promise to come back if he wanted to, left for the evening. Jake wished he would come back soon. He was fun to talk to, especially for a grown up, and Jacob wanted to get to know him better.

Weeks went by, and Harry would stop by their place three-four times a week. Billy and Charlie would explain the games to Harry, as he had no idea about sports, Billy would tell him the old Quileute stories, which Harry soaked up like a sponge, and Jake would show him the most important things about fixing a car. He seemed to enjoy himself whenever he was with them, and Jake realised, after two weeks, that he had a serious crush on the older man. So he decided to get to know him better, and the more time they hung out, the more Jake fell for him. When after two months, it was discovered that Harry was in fact gay, Jake nearly fainted in relief.

A couple of weeks after that, Jake was starting to feel bad. He had a fever and had to have bed rest for several days. As the last of the illness seemed to leave him, a pain so extreme shot through him, and suddenly all the Quileute stories started to make sense. He was a werewolf.

After two weeks like this, with learning and getting used to the pack mentality, he could finally see Harry again, and he realised what Sam had meant about imprinting. He just knew it, then and there, that Harry was his mate.

Of course, with that revelation came the question on how to tell Harry. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, and the man was probably ten years older than him, which didn't exactly help. Jacob tried his best to act normal around Harry, and just get to know him better. He didn't think Harry was involved with someone, he remembered hearing some months earlier that Harry had told his dad about, but Jacob concluded that since they hadn't heard anything more about it, the guy was probably, and hopefully out of the picture.

When Christmas got closer, Jacob decided it was time to tell Harry. Billy had invited Harry to celebrate Christmas with them at the house and even though Harry hadn't said yes yet, Jacob hope they could celebrate together as mates.

Jacob talked to some friends he had at Forks High school and figured out when their last day before the holidays were. The day after he showed up at Harry's doorstep, having been there once before with his dad.

Harry opened the door and gave Jacob a smile that melted his bones. "Hi, Jake, what can I do for you?"

"Ehm, could I come in? I need to talk to you." Jacob bit his lip and looked at Harry nervously.

Harry looked a little concerned as he let Jake into the living room, and sat down on the arm of the couch. "Is something wrong?" The worry in Harry's voice made Jacob's heart beat heavy. His mate was worried about him!

"Not exactly, there's just something I have to tell you. You know the stories about our tribe?" At Harry's nod, he continued. "Well, they are true. Me, and two others in the tribe, are werewolfs." The only reaction Harry seemed to have was a slight widening of the eyes.

"Okay, I get that, but why are you telling me this?" His face was set in a frown, as if he knew Jake wasn't supposed to talk about it.

"Okay, you see, the thing is... we can imprint on someone, to find the perfect mate," Harry gave another nod of understanding. "and I've imprinted on you."

And then the door bell rang.