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"Are you sure about this beach thing, mate?" Harry asked as they walked to lunch on Thursday afternoon. "I mean it's fall. It's kinda cold," he said stating the obvious. "It'll be way colder by the water."

"So we'll bring blankets," Andrew said shrugging, like going to the beach at this time of year wasn't completely bonkers. "I've been dying to go La Push for a while now, but do you know how depressing it is to go to places like that alone?" Hey, as a matter of fact, Harry did. As much as he loved his solitude sometimes even he got lonely.

"It's terrible, but now I've got you and we're gonna go." Andrew finished, his tone suggesting there was no room for any further argument but Harry could beg to differ. It was autumn, you know sweater weather.

Harry made a face in obvious discomfort.

Andrew sighed and added in, "I'll even make us some lunch." In an attempt to spice up the deal but Harry really didn't wanna take his chances with that.

"No," Harry said firmly. "I'll make the lunches."

"Awesome," Andrew grinned. "You won't regret this Harrison."

"I sure hope I don't," Harry mumbled as they finally reached the cafe and walked over to their usual table. His eyes glanced over to Cullen table like they always did and finally, Harry saw that there were five people sitting at the table.

Edward Cullen was back.

It wasn't Jasper but god damn it, he was gonna count his blessings, at least one of them was here.

Edward and Jasper have been gone for days and Harry couldn't even count how many times he caught Alice Cullen looking at him. He still had no idea what it meant but he was not going to waste his time to address that. Although, he was slowly starting to see that nearly the whole Cullen family had a staring problem, and while he was quite used to the stares he also thought it was very rude.

He had been waiting patiently, still not committing to a plan, and pretty much decided to just leave it up to fate. So today was the day. Let's see what fate had in store.

They were all talking amongst themselves with Bella, of course, tucked under Edward's arm like some sort of poodle. "Harrison, did you want lunch?" Andrew asked jarring him out of his inspection, oblivious to Harry's intent staring, "or did you want an apple again?"

"A granny smith please," Harry said and Andrew trotted away to join the lunch line. Harry was not ashamed to admit that his expectations for school food exceeded the normal range because of Hogwarts. They had him bloody spoiled and whatever the hell this school was serving was certainly not going in his stomach.

Harry turned his full attention back the Cullen table hoping Andrew would be gone for a few moments. At first, Harry had wanted some bloody fucking answers but now he just wanted to put the Cullens into the back of his mind. He had a couple of days to figure out what he really wanted and he decided that he wanted nothing to do with them. Now, of course, he could just keep quiet but now about what he knew but that just didn't seem right and Harry was never the one to let shit like this go.

"What are you staring at?" Andrew intruded, suddenly popping back up with a tray. He plopped down in a vacant chair looking in the same direction as Harry.

"The Cullens," Harry answered truthfully looking away from them to busy himself with retrieving his notebook from his bag. "I actually had a few questions."

"Whaddya wanna know?"

"Is it normal for them to miss random days of school?"

"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Cullen take them hiking and camping on nice days," Andrew said while rolling Harry's apple towards him. "Why?"

"Nah," Harry shrugged. "Jasper's in my first and he's missing nearly this whole week." Harry snagged the perfectly green apple into his hand. "Edward's in my last and he missed two days."

"They all have perfect grades and perfect records," Andrew replied with a frown although is tone wasn't bitter. "I guess they could afford it."

"Oh, I don't doubt that."

"Edward Cullen is staring at you," Andrew said suddenly sounding panicked and Harry was careful not to acknowledge that.

"Is he really?" Harry said sounding bored. "Does he look angry?"

"No," Andrew replied obviously confused by Harry's question. "Should he be?"

Harry smiled something wicked suddenly thinking of a brilliant idea. "Not particularly," he made sure not to look over at the Cullen table and flipped through his book casually.

"But?" Andrew asked, hesitantly and eagerly.

"I know something," Harry said simply without looking up from his book drawing on the anticipation. Edward was listening he knew that for a fact and that's all he needed. Since Edward wanted to be nosey he might as well get this all over with.

Andrew halted a bit, not having expected that. "Like a secret?"

"Kind of," Harry said, still not bothering to look up from what he wasn't reading.

The Immortal Law book was highly interchangeable. Harry realized that when he was finishing it up last night. Since the Volturi guard had so many different members all throughout history the information was constantly updated. But Harry did notice one thing while reading through the guard members, one very particular thing. Carlisle Cullen was a part of the Volturi guard once upon a time. Now Harry would have just let that roll over his shoulders considering that he did not know Mr. Cullen's first name in the beginning, yet he put two and two together and over the past years learned not to group things as a coincidence.

So the Cullen family and the Volturi must be heavily acquainted. Especially since the book had only one page on human relations. Turns out the Volturi believed that humans were food, not friends or anything in between. So Miss Bella Swan must be as useless as a pawn on a chessboard.

"Aro, Caius, and Marcus." Harry listed watching as Andrew's expression drifted further into one of confusion.

"Who?"

"The Volturi." Harry clarified with no other explanation. "They mean nothing to us but everything to the Cullen's," Harry smirked. "Or at least they should."

Andrew's confused expression did not shift. "I don't get it," he mumbled. "What's a Volturi?"

Harry took that moment to finally glance at the Cullen table and well… he wasn't disappointed. It felt weird to have Edward's eyes on him again, the intensity of Monday wasn't all the way there but he felt something. Edward, however, wore a different expression. While it wasn't curiosity or frustration, Harry concluded that it was his shocked expression without giving much away.

'Ha,' Harry thought. 'Jury's out.'

Harry smiled as he turned his attention back to Andrew, the poor fellow who was still trying to make sense of the information he was given.

"It's nothing of importance," Harry said and Andrew frowned at the sudden brush off but didn't question it.

Harry already had a plan of action to take Andrew's mind off of their topic of conversation. "You wanna skip the last few periods?"

Andrew's eyes went wide. "You mean like," he paused and his voice dipped to a more scandalized tone. "Cut?"

"Yeah," Harry replied in the same tone.

"I've never cut before."

"Hm," Harry made a small, amused-sounding noise. "No time like the present."

Andrew looked unsure. "Where would we go?"

Harry shrugged. "Anywhere but here."

It honestly didn't matter much to Harry whether or not Andrew was coming because he said what needed to say and Edward had heard him. Soon all of the Cullen's would know that he knows and therefore the information would reach Jasper.

Simple.

So Harry was leaving either way.

They couldn't go into town because well Andrew's father was the deputy and everyone knew him. Forks was a small community which was unfortunately very tight-knit. They liked to talk. So Andrew couldn't be seen during school hours. His mother was a nurse so she worked long hours at the hospital and his father worked long evening shifts at the station. So they ended up back at Harry's place which was fine since Harry wanted to go home from the beginning.

"Wow," Andrew commented as he trailed up the steps to the door.

"Do you like it?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, it's awesome," Andrew said in awe. Harry liked to believe that his house was nothing special but it was rather spacious for one person. Harry had grown accustomed to living quite lavishly over the years, he felt that he deserved it.

"You can put your bag down if you want," Harry said, making a flappy hand gesture at the couch when they walked in. Andrew did so as Harry flopped down on the adjacent loveseat and toed off his vans.

Andrew sat down next to him and took off his shoes in a much more gentle manner. "So you live by yourself?"

Harry rummaged between the couch cushions until he found a carton of cigarettes he had stored there. Placing one between his lips, Harry offered the carton to Andrew who looked at it curiously.

Harry shrugged and plucked one out for him anyway and quickly lit it.

"Yeah," Harry muttered, passing the lit cigarette to Andrew. Andrew didn't even know how to hold it; he looked more like a hick chewing on a blade of wheat.

"What's it like?"

"Expensive."

Harry stopped worrying about money a while ago but money always did make the world go round.

"I could imagine," Andrew said. "Does it get lonely?"

Harry shrugged, the smoke pouring from his nose like a dragon. "Yeah. But I don't live alone because I want to, I do it because I have to."

"You have to?"

Harry studied his cigarette, took a drag, enjoyed the burn in his lungs, then exhaled into the room, making it all cloudy. "You gonna smoke that?" Harry asked, eyeing the stick burning away in Andrew's fingers.

That was when Andrew realized he really didn't want a cigarette, but – after all, Harry looked so cool when he smoked. He put the filter between his lips and sucked on it like he had a joint once upon a time. The taste was sweeter but much sicklier in Andrew's opinion and it made his eyes water unpleasantly. He coughed it out in great gobs of regret and he shook his head. "No. You can have it."

Harry's ears went up in something like laughter as he took the cigarette back from Andrew. He stubbed it out on an ashtray on the coffee table and tucked the filter back into the carton while Andrew succumbed to a series of tiny, unproductive coughs and yakking noises. All chivalry, Harry rose from the couch and retrieved a bottle of water from the kitchen.

"Thanks," Andrew wheezed as the other boy joined him again on the couch.

"My whole family is dead not just my parents," With the exception of Teddy. Little troublemaker was literally the only light of his life. Took pleasure in driving him and Andromeda up the wall. Years ago sometimes Harry would catch himself crying a lot because his depression and loneliness would just come crashing down all at once. It was fucking crippling but thinking of Teddy made everything a little better. It gave him a reminder that he had something to live for.

The shock of that made Andrew stop coughing. For the next few seconds, he had no idea what he should say at all. "Holy shit," he said quietly. "I've always complained about my family- guess I should never take them for granted."

"Yeah." Harry agreed. "Don't because trust me it could always be worse."

"My parents don't get me," Andrew confessed sadly. "They never have."

"That fucking sucks mate."

"Yeah," Andrew mumbled.

"What would they think about you cutting class today?"

Andrew scoffed. "They'd probably be happy."

"Your parents like when you break the rules?"

"No, my parents want me to go out and have fun. They want me to experience things. No one cares about my father being a cop. In Forks, everyone knows everyone so that isn't a problem, it was when I was outed freshman year when everything became a problem."

Harry was suddenly worried that a cigarette wouldn't be enough for this conversation. Telling Andrew his whole family was dead was essentially nothing, the whole wizarding world knew about that, what would another person added to the list do?

"Who outed you?"

"It starts with just one person. The person you thought you could trust." Andrew muttered softly. "A good friend. One you've known since preschool."

Andrew went silent as if that answered the question. Harry nodded for a moment as if he understood, and he said, "Ok," not wanting to be impolite and pry if that was all he was willing to share. It seemed as if that was as deep as he was willing to tell it, but then his face crumpled up and he whispered out, "I didn't even know if I was sure y, know? I was just confused and feeling lost and confided in that one person."

"So I tell that person and then the next thing I know, the whole school knows." Andrew continued. "They talk, call you names but wouldn't dare to touch you because your dad is the deputy and won't hesitate to press charges."

"Anna," Andrew said it so quietly Harry didn't hear it at first. He paused from where he was shaking off the access ash for his cigarette and said, "Sorry?" With a quick sip of air, Andrew hazarded a glance at him, his eyes mystifying, "Anna – she told everyone. The whole school knew even before my own parents."

"Fucking hell," Harry sneered and the ferocity of that statement made Andrew's eyes go buggy. He was getting really tired of this girl. Andrew didn't deserve that, nobody did. In the wizarding world, people didn't really have time to worry about sexuality, for christ sake people were marrying their cousins. People were fighting wars, not worrying about who fancied who.

In the muggle world, race, sex, class, and sexuality divided them and that was a bloody fucking shame.

"Yeah," Andrew conceded. "She ruined my life."

"How'd your parents take it?"

Andrew didn't reply; he was pretending to be incredibly focused on getting his trigonometry homework out of his bookbag and Harry sighed and said, "Not well I reckon?"

"Nope, but they say they still love me though."

Harry's expression was understanding and Andrew's looked quite solemn. However, when Harry reached out and squeezed Andrew's shoulder, the whole thing crumbled into a luminous smile of white teeth.

"You know what, kid? Fuck them," Harry said simply, "Fuck everyone who has a problem with you."

That set Andrew off into an explosion of shy giggles and soon they were both snickering at each other, ducked close together like they were sharing a top secret.

"Damn, where were you when I needed you in 9th grade," Andrew asked through chortles, looking at him all starry-eyed and hopefully.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me," Harry said warmly, reaching out and rumpling up Andrew's wispy brown hair.

"Harrison," Andrew said suddenly, all playfulness put to rest. "Why'd you invite me here. I mean you know you didn't have to but you still did anyway, why?"

"You're my friend," Harry stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world because, hello, it was. "You didn't have to come ya know."

"Oh, I know," Andrew said quickly, blushing hotly, he paused fiddling with his sweater sleeve. "Just thank you, Harrison."

"No problem, kid."

The next morning progressed without any issue. Yet once again Jasper Hale was not in attendance but it was no worry of his, not anymore. However, the afternoon just felt off somehow, like majorly off. So Harry was on high alert for the remainder of the day and he couldn't shake that feeling of being watched. It was Andrew who of course noticed something was wrong when they were in study hall.

Harry couldn't stop shaking his knee so therefore he couldn't stop shaking their table.

"Harrison?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, why do you ask?"

"You just seem tense."

"Oh, do I?"

"Yeah."

"Are you anxious?"

"No."

"It's just that I tend to shake my leg when I'm anxious."

Harry's leg immediately ceased. "Sorry."

"I just need a smoke. I'll be back." Harry's chair made a loud screeching sound as he scooted back from their table in the corner.

Andrew reached out to catch his arm. "In the bathroom?"

Harry gave him a very flat look. "Yeah, it's raining where else?" Harry doesn't really give him any time to answer because he stalked off to the bathroom without another word.

He made sure the bathroom was empty before going into a stall, planting his bum on the seat and lighting a cigarette. He was only two minutes in when the hair on the back of his neck stood up so suddenly he nearly dropped his fucking cig. "Christ," he mumbled, feeling goosebumps rise.

A light burst of air came towards his feet from under the stall, it wasn't a lot and almost not nearly enough to think anything of but Harry knew.

He knew he something wasn't right.

So he took his time to finish since he wasn't in any rush and stubbed the filter out on the side of the stall when he was done.

The bathroom was just so quiet, his actions loud as he unlocked the stall door and stepped out. Part of him felt as if he should call out to see if anyone was there but he knew he wouldn't get an answer. He walked over to the sink, the feeling of eyes on him getting deeper and deeper as bent over the edge and turned on the water.

'Or maybe I'm just going mad.' Harry thought, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He turned on the tap and splashed some water on his face.

"Shit," Harry cursed as his lighter clattered louder on the floor. He bent to pick it up and again he felt just a gentle gust of wild by his hand as he did so, he stood up abruptly and he wasn't alone with his reflection anymore. Edward Cullen was behind him in the mirror and it almost didn't look real. This moment didn't seem real either. He spun and found himself staring once more into the very real but fathomless features of the vampire himself.

Bloody fucking hell. He hadn't even heard the door open. Harry honestly didn't have time for this.

"What the fuck do you want?" Harry asked harsh and very unkindly as he retreated a couple of steps back.

Edward didn't reply, his expression was unreadable. They stood for a moment, Harry staring at Edward's collarbone, realizing just how much taller Edward was. Harry felt cornered and it made him feel even edgier then what he already was. "Well?"

"How do you know what you know?" Edward demanded.

Well, straight to the point huh? Harry liked that.

Harry lifted his eyes to Edward's unflinchingly. "Call it intuition."

"Liar," Edward's voice cut like a blade and the echo in the bathroom didn't dare repeat it.

"Fuck you." Harry damn near snarled. "I'm not lying."

"No one would believe you if you told," Edward said very sure of himself.

"I wasn't planning on telling anyone."

"Then what do you want?"

"What makes you think I want anything?" Harry scoffed affronted.

Harry was the victim here, that's what Edward failed to realize. He didn't care about the Cullens, not to the slightest. He just wanted them to know that he knew. "What you and your family do is none of my concern."

The grimace that appeared on Edward's face was sudden and extreme. Harry didn't have an opportunity to investigate it, however, because Edward turned away sharply and clenched his fist. Then, just as suddenly, he was charging back at Harry, his eyes as fiery as they had been on Monday afternoon. "People always want something."

"Well, I'm not like most people," Harry said with a shrug. "I found out certain things for myself because shit wasn't adding up on Monday."

"I don't have to explain anything to you." Harry hissed. "I just wanted to let you know that I know your secret."

Edward eyed him intently as if he was trying to determine if Harry was being sincere. "So if you truly are not using this knowledge against my family then what happens now?"

"You leave me the fuck alone and stop staring." Harry sneered. "Honestly mate, I didn't want to be having this conversation with you. I wanted to speak to Jasper since he's the one that wanted to drain me dry on Monday first. I just wanted to have a nice civil conversation but then I decided against that because you couldn't help but listen in."

Edward's forehead creased the slightest bit and Harry continued. "But considering he's not here and hasn't shown his face at school for the past week I'm sure you can pass on this information to him and the rest of your family."

This seemed to appease the taller boy and he relinquished his domineering stance. "I won't tell anyone. I won't waste my breath."

He moved around Edward and was relieved when no action was taken to stop him. Harry stuffed his lighter into the safety of his sweater pocket.

"Just stay the fuck away from me," he said, finishing their conversation in hopes of discouraging Edward from seeking him out ever again. He was intending to break into a quick getaway when Edward said behind him, "Harrison, I apologize."

Harry paused because what the fuck?

"I'm sorry for Monday." Edward clarified as if that made this situation any better. The apology was well deserved no doubt but Harry felt as if it lacked the sincerity.

"Well, apology not accepted." Harry growled, "Obviously."

Edward blinked, having not expecting that answer in return. "Pardon?"

Harry felt that he'd gained some ground and repeated, "Apology not accepted."

"I know you're not hard of hearing," Harry smirked, his tone a tad bit condescending. "I said I don't want anything from you."

Harry ended their conversation by leaving the bathroom feeling as if he had jumped ten spaces ahead in this little game he didn't even want to play.

Edward Cullen wasn't getting any blood pops from him no sir, not with that performance.

"I was starting to wonder if you fell in," Andrew commented when Harry finally made it back.

"Yeah, well I got held up," Harry answered, sitting down in his chair.

"By who?"

'More like by what', he thought bitterly.

"Nobody important," Harry said dismissively. "I assure you."

Andrew did not look convinced. "You've just been on edge all day, I'm a little worried."

With a perfectly good reason to be.

"I'm fine," Harry muttered, and he couldn't help but think Andrew looked a lot like Hermoine when he used to say that to her. Yet Harry was convinced that he would be fine once this day was over.

Later that day at lunch Edward Cullen and his siblings didn't spare a single look his way and it was marvelous. Harry could finally go on with his life and pretend that the Cullen's did not exist.

"So, if we get there at eleven we could at least stay until 3 or 4," Andrew said, the sauce from his slice of pizza trapping at the corners of his mouth. "It's supposed to be like sixty degrees."

"But its still gonna be colder by the water," Harry pointed out yet again as he delicately peeled the skin off his orange. "But I'll bring my jacket and you'll bring blankets yes?"

"Yeah."

"I'm packing us a few options for lunch. Are you allergic to anything?"

"Just hazelnuts."

"Alright, I can pick you up." Harry then offered, recalling that Andrew's car looked like it was on the brink of death. It was sputtering and puttering all the way to Harry's house yesterday when they had skipped.

"My mom is off and if you pick me up I'll never hear the end it. I'm pretty sure she'll have my dad run a background check on you."

"That's cool," Harry shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. "My record is clean." Considering the fact that he barely existed at all.

"It doesn't matter that you think it's fine," Andrew groaned, putting his face in his hands. "It's embarrassing."

"I can imagine." Harry said placidly, "But I'm totally cool with it."

"Jesus, most people would be running for the hills," Andrew said jokingly but Harry went stock still at that statement, a weird sense of deja vu flooding over him.

"Well, I'm not like most people," Harry said, immediately defensive and it really was not his intention to sound so angry but it just slipped out like that he swears.

"I know," Andrew said as if he was trying to calm a spooked horse. "I didn't mean anything by that, I promise."

"Sorry," Harry muttered. "Just need a nap." Harry was going right to sleep when he got home. It was turning out to be one of those days.

"I could go for one of those too."

They ate in silence for a few moments, when Andrew asked, "Do you want to go back to England? Do you not like it here?"

No. God no. Harry would rather gouge his eyes out then go back to England but for obvious reasons, he pretended to mull things over.

Harry split his orange in half, popping a piece in his mouth, thinking as he chewed. "No," he said before he swallowed. "Well, I haven't really been here long enough to say… It's only been about a week. I mean, I don't miss anyone in England but… There's something – I don't know – about this town that rubs me the wrong way though."

Harry couldn't help but wonder what other secrets this town held, all of those which he wasn't prepared for.

"If you leave it'll be horrible," Andrew said, losing interest in his food and looking impossibly sad. Harry reached out across the table and patted his shoulder.

"I don't plan on leaving just yet." Harry waved him off. "I don't scare easily."


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