Gives You Hell

By: azzie adams

AN: Still owning nothing.

18SEP2018 - Edited for a better reading experience. No significant changes were made to the content of the chapter.

Two: Somewhere far along this road, he lost his soul

Edward was growing agitated with the wistful looks that Alice had been sending him the rest of the night. The rest of the family had bombarded Alice about her sudden outburst. Jasper was the only one that seemed to have the slightest idea of what was going on, since he sensed the confusion, shock, and slightest bit of hope that radiated off of Edward, and the absolute happiness and excitement that came from Alice.

"Will someone please fill in the blanks? Not all of us are mind readers, here! We need verbal information and occasionally some hand gestures," Emmett boomed the next day, once again angry that he was being left out of the circle of understanding between Edward, Alice, and Jasper.

"It should be obvious, Em," Jasper laughed. "Alice saw something about the two that concerns Edward. And whatever it is… it's good," He looked for clarification from Alice, and she nodded, still with the unnerving smile stretched across her angelic face.

Edward grumbled from his seat on the stairs. He couldn't stand being so close to his family when all their thoughts were focused solely on the one thing that had shaken him so badly.

"Edward, we can't help you unless you give Alice permission to speak again," Carlisle assured him. It had become obvious that Edward had lost his ability to speak, and consequently had shot Alice a look that forbid her to say anything on the subject until he was able to come to grips with it. Edward looked at Alice, and it seemed like she was putting in an honest effort to keep her mouth closed.

'Two bodies, hard as marble, pressing together. White clawed hands scraping down a clothed muscled back and back up to bury themselves in soft bronze hair. Eyelashes fluttering against sharp and defined cheekbones, opening to reveal hooded dark green eyes, boring lustfully into him…'

Edward buried his hands in his hair and pulled, trying to control the tingling in his body. This wasn't the time for such thoughts. They were only that. Alice's visions were so subjective, and especially unreliable when it came to Albus and Harry. He didn't dare trust them at this point.

But why, oh why, did she have to see that?

He sighed, and took off upstairs to grab the painting from Carlisle's office.

Carlisle sighed. His normally quite and private office seemed have turned into the main traffic hub over the last day and a half.

Edward was back downstairs a second later, holding the painting and pouring over it again. Emmett scoffed and went to Edward's side, grabbing the painting from him. He peered into their faces. "Is this them?" He asked. He scrutinized Albus and Harry, not seeing anything particularly special about them. "Are they related? From the way you were talking, I thought they were the same age, not fifteen and a hundred!"

Jasper and Esme went to his side to peer into the painting, and Rosalie, now the only one that hadn't seen it, scowled at all the attention it was getting.

"They're not related. Albus took Harry in when he was an infant. They've been together ever since," Carlisle explained to them, once again, everything he knew about the pair.

Jasper's eyes narrowed. He tilted to head, and a look akin to recognition crossed is face. His lips parted slightly as he concentrated on to where he might have seen them before.

Edward's eyes snapped to him. "Jasper?"

Jasper raised his head in question. "What was that?" Edward asked, confused about what he had just seen.

Jasper frowned, staring at Edward. 'I think I remember them…'

It was clear to Edward that Jasper remembered them. As he thought an image came to the surface of his mind.

'A red horizon had built over the clearing, and the village was drenched with blood. Bloodthirsty newborns ran amuck, biting anything and everything in their path. Immortal children sat atop piles of dead humans, their angelic faces and bloodstained lips peering hungrily into the screaming crowds.

Jasper watched apart from the scene with growing horror at the mass killing, barely containing his own lust. He felt something coming, and didn't want to be around when it happened.

But over the horizon, apart from the lust, madness, anger, horror and carnage, he felt something else. It was… dare he say… indifference?

He searched for the source of the emotions, wondering how on earth someone could look upon this and not feel anything for it. His eyes finally laid upon a pair standing on a distant hill, just where the forest cut into the plane where the village was situated. From a distance, he could make out an old white haired man, standing taller and stronger than his age could possibly afford, with his arms crossed before him. At his feet, with his arms resting on his knees, sat a boy. Jasper couldn't give a correct age because of the distance, but he was young, with black hair, staring equally unfeeling into the chaos.

It wasn't long before the Volturi showed up, destroying the immortal children in their midst as well as the ones responsible for their creation. It would be only one stop on their crusade to dispose of every child they were aware of, and large bonfires erupted in the field as they tore the children and their creators apart and then throwing them into the fires. Jasper felt regret at the fear in the children's eyes as the Volturi guard grabbed them. Still, there was no emotion coming from the pair on the hill. But when Jasper was able to tear his gaze away from the scene, they were gone, leaving no sign of their presence to be found.'

"I thought they were nomads for a moment. Then I thought maybe they were part of the Volturi as well, looking to make sure no one escaped. But they didn't feel anything. They were almost emotionless the entire time," Jasper explained.

Carlisle was shocked at the coincidence that Jasper had run across the elusive duo, but it shocked him more that they had been around when the immortal children had been destroyed when the Volturi had said they hadn't seen them in centuries.

Carlisle voiced his question. "They weren't with the Volturi. That much I know. The Volturi didn't even seem to see them. The only reason I even noticed them was because their mood stood out," Jasper seemed troubled. "What kind of people can look at that kind of carnage and not feel anything? I know they were immortal children, but they were still children."

"The kind that has seen it happen before," Carlisle answered. "I imagine they've seen it happen time and again throughout the years."

"Does time make you emotionless?" Jasper seemed unnerved. He stared through his fringe at Carlisle.

"No, but it does make you more able to detach from the situation. The Volturi described them as from the world but not of it. They are ageless observers. They are able to move through the course of time without making a mark on it."

"Sounds like they just don't care," Jasper grumbled. Alice rubbed his back soothingly.

"Maybe we should wait until we meet them to start drawing conclusions," She said.

"Shoot. They sound like pieces of work, to me," Emmett announced, wrapping his arm around Rosalie as he took a seat next to her. "You say the old one is happy and carefree and then you say he has no feelings."

Esme smiled affectionately at him. "I hardly think we are to judge. They've lived longer than anyone could think possible. I imagine if anyone was entitled to have complicated opinions on something, it would be them."


"Don't you think it's a little ostentatious?"

"Not at all. Why?"

"Oh I dunno. I just thought maybe you'd want something that wouldn't cause everyone in town to start talking. 'Oh look! There's that crazy old man going 150 MPH in that brand new yellow Ferrari.' Why can't you find a car that won't draw so much attention?"

"Harry, the last time I drove a car these kinds of features weren't available. If I'd had the option back then, then you can't expect me to not take advantage of every opportunity afforded to me?"

Harry groaned into the phone as Albus flipped through a catalog containing all the different cars their contact could offer them. He had barely talked him out of buying one car that wasn't even supposed to be on the market yet.

Harry continued the conversation to the man on the phone, listening to any suggestions for his friend, before turning to Albus again as the man ogled another over-the-top car that made Harry cringe. "Albus," He started slowly, as if talking to a child, "I'm putting down an order for a Rolls-Royce Phantom Coupe. He tells me that it's top of the line, suitable for your age, and won't make everyone think you're having an end-life crisis."

"I didn't see that one…" Albus flipped through the book again, frowning. He peered at it once he found it with a slightly disappointed look on his face.

"He says that there is an option to put sparkly lights on the ceiling so it looks like thousands of stairs while you're driving."

Albus perked up. "Is that so... but be sure to include the iPod hook up. It's very important…"

"Yes, Al," Harry assured him.

Albus pressed his lips together. "What is your pick, then?" He asked grudgingly.

"BMW."

Albus raised a brow. "I will never know where I went wrong in raising you, but it seems I neglected to instill an ability to have… how do you say… fun earlier in life."

"That's not true," Harry rebuffed half-heartedly.

Albus shrugged, turning back to flipping through his catalog. He didn't need to push Harry any farther. He knew he had him.

Harry blew air through his teeth, a sour smile stretching across his face. "Make that a Bugatti Veyron, silver. Throw in any fancy gadgets you can get a hold of."

Albus gave him a knowing smile when he hung up. "And you call me ostentatious."

Harry tsked. "Ah no! You can't take it back now. It's done. They're being shipped here in three days."

"Three days, you say?" Albus brooded. Harry cast him a suspicious look. Albus smirked. "I suppose you're excited about going to school again? It's been far too long since I've had to enroll you in a high school."

Harry rolled his eyes. One thing he hated above all else was school. The staring was bad enough, but feigning ignorance of several subjects was the most annoying of all. One thing that he had to admit intrigued him a bit was attending school with the Cullen kids.

He would have a better time fitting in, since he didn't have to skip school for every sunny day. He was unsure about his own feelings pertaining to the powers of the Cullens though. One was a seer, one read minds. What if the others had powers as well? He hadn't stuck around long enough to find out about any of the others, as he had been distracted by one in particular…

But he needed to find out more about the older blond man. Carlisle Cullen. The man knew him; that much was certain. When the seer first had a vision of him, she had immediately alerted Carlisle to it, and when they were at the house, she mentioned that they had something… perhaps something that belonged to him. A painting…

He mentioned to Albus what he'd heard the night before, but the old man had seemed unconcerned. In fact, he almost seemed smug. Harry realized that this must seem like some sort of spectacular mystery novel in which he was the mystery and everyone else was trying to figure him out. He always did enjoy a good witch hunt.

They had done such a good job in the past of keeping a low profile. There were few in the world that even knew of their existence. It bothered Harry that someone who was not in that particular pool knew about them at all, let alone able to see their present and future. It certainly left them more exposed than normal, but it was most likely nothing to be bothered by.

Still, it was likely the Volturi that had given away the privileged information. Harry rolled his eyes when he thought of Aro. If Harry hadn't known him for ages, before he became obsessed with power, regulations, and his collection of freaks, he doubted that they would be friends. But since Harry's age far out-lasted Aro's, Aro gave him a fair amount of respect. It was no secret that Aro was fond of both Harry and Albus. But they lived a far too low-profile life for them. Aro and Caius thrived when they knew the attention was on them, fearing them.

While Harry had thought that Aro and Caius were amusing, he saved most of his affection for Marcus and his wife, Didyme, Aro's younger sister. Harry felt more sorrow in his heart than he believed he ever had in his life when he learned of Didyme's death. He had a particular connection to her that he never could explain.

When she died, he felt overcome with sadness. Death of a loved one was not something he often had to deal with. Marcus and Didyme had contemplated leaving the Volturi guard with Albus and Harry the next they came to visit, and had told them so. Marcus only related to Harry that they had grown disgusted with Aro's never-ending quest for power. Albus consented, and Aro gave them his blessing. However, a little over a week before they arrived, Didyme was murdered. Albus had offered to let Marcus come with them in the wake of her death, but Marcus suddenly felt such responsibility to the Volturi guard that he declined. Harry knew enough of Aro's nature to realize that Aro had gotten Chelsea to make him stay.

It was only after they left again that Harry discovered that Aro had ordered his own sister's death. Marcus leaving the guard would deprive Aro of one of his 'pets', and gave Harry and Albus more power over him, and that was something he wouldn't stand for. And while Harry knew that Aro loved his sister dearly, his own carnal lust for power was too much to deny.

Harry had flown into a rage when he realized what his 'friend' had done, but Albus kept him from acting.

"Aro will reap the consequences of his lust for power, Harry. He'll live to regret it," He said. "Now is not that time."

That hadn't been good enough for Harry, but he placed his own opinions aside. It wasn't the time. Not with Marcus so lost in his despair.

They hadn't contacted the Volturi in over five centuries. Whether or not Aro knew of the reason remained a mystery. All Harry knew was that his love for Didyme ten times outweighed his fondness of Aro. He did, however, have one regret in that regard. That was that Marcus was still unaware of how his love had died.

"Do you suppose the Volturi said something to Cullen?" Harry asked, turning his attention back to Albus, who had been waiting for a reaction on his school comment.

Albus pursed his thin lips. "It's possible. With the talents that his family seems to possess it seems a definite possibility that they caught Aro's interest."

Harry frowned. Carlisle was the only one that seemed to actually know something about them. Perhaps he had gone to the Volturi alone, but Harry knew that Carlisle was a great deal older than the others.

"There is nothing to be worried about, Harry. I seriously doubt they mean any harm. If anything, they are merely obsessively curious," Albus smiled. "Leave it alone, and help me with the mystery of this plasma screen," Albus once again sounded out the words. Harry laughed and began working on the television set.


The next few days were business as usual for the Cullens. Carlisle woke up for work in the mornings, and Esme resumed her normal procedure of pouring over blueprints and keeping Emmett and Jasper from tearing their heads off. Rose shopped and hunted and generally kept to herself. Alice kept trying to see what Albus and Harry were doing, other than avoiding them and keeping their plans constantly changing.

Edward remained tortured. He felt that any kind of physical pain would be better than the mental. It seemed he had inherited Carlisle's obsession. Wherever he turned, there was a pair of sparkling green eyes staring right back at him.

The only one in the house that seemed to have any opinion other than obsession and indifference was Jasper. Jasper's experience with people taught him that even vampires felt something for the loss of life, or the horror of murder. It had been a war, and even vampires felt something for it. It irked him that Albus and Harry could be so… heartless.

Edward wondered if Jasper would be a problem in the rest of the family's quest to get to know more about them. Jasper was normally very tolerant of other people. It seemed almost like a very cruel twist of fate that Edward had seen Alice's vision… his stomach twisted… and then seen Jaspers memory.

It irked him a little, hearing Jaspers thoughts on Harry, but then he realized he was just being stupid. No one knew them personally. There was nothing to dissuade Jasper from thinking the worst of them. Two beings that lived in the world, but didn't participate in it.

Edward flashed back to Carlisle's last memory of Harry. A noose tightening around the slender neck, and Harry staring directly into Carlisle's eyes seconds before he feigned his own neck breaking. Perhaps there was a good reason for them not to care.

He wondered why Harry and Albus remained alone. Seven thousand years is a hell of a long time to be alone. Surely that was having some effect on them.

Edward realized that he had never felt a particular pull to anyone, but he was barely a hundred years old. He couldn't imagine seven thousand.

Alice's vision flashed in his head again. Could it be that perhaps Harry had been waiting for him? He couldn't suppress a scowl at how obscenely romantic that sounded, but he couldn't help the thought as it drifted hopefully across his mind. Carlisle had waited over two hundred years to find Esme. Seven thousand years…


Harry frowned as he heard a knock on the door. He was sitting in his library, which had been filling out nicely thanks to a shipment from Osaka the previous day.

He heard Albus zip towards the door and swinging it open loudly. He heard greetings being exchanged downstairs, and thought it best to help Albus with any locals that might have decided to drop by.

He descended the stairs to see a man in a law enforcement uniform smiling as Albus led him into the living room, asking him to take a seat.

"I just wanted to introduce myself and see how you were settling," the man said as he settled onto the plush couch as Harry reached the bottom of the stairs, walking slowly forward, his nose twitching slightly.

"Ah! Harry!" Albus called cheerily as if he had only just noticed him there. Harry knew Albus heard him the second he had gotten out of his chair in the library. "Chief Swan, this is my grandson, Harry Potter." Chief Swan stood to take Harry's hand.

"Charlie, please. Good to meet you, Harry. How are you liking Forks, so far?"

Harry smiled. "Bit soon to tell, but it's a big change from the city. I find that I'm enjoying the lack of noise."

Charlie laughed. "That's for sure. Anything you're used to in the city, be prepared for the exact opposite here," Harry took a seat on the armrest opposite the man. "If I may ask, what brings you to Forks?"

"Change of scenery, m'boy," Albus answered. "Harry here needs a proper place to continue his education and I'm getting on in my years. A man my age needs his sleep."

"I do hear that. Where are you from?"

"We're originally from England."

"Ah. Should've figured," Charlie chuckled. "And how old are you, Harry?"

"Sixteen," Harry answered, the lie rolling smoothly off his tongue.

"So you'll be a… sophomore?"

"Unfortunately, Harry has one of those birth dates that the school systems are never quite sure of," Albus explained.

"That so? Well you should meet my Bella. She's been living in Phoenix with her mom for most of her life, but she'll be coming to live with me in the next few days. I should introduce you, as two newcomers to the town and all that," Charlie proposed.

Harry nodded. "I would be happy to make her acquaintance."

Charlie whistled. "Is this the way you always talk, or are you just being polite?" Harry frowned. "I don't mean to be rude or anything, but you talk like you're from one of Bella's old novels."

Harry chuckled. "Well, I've been told I have an old soul."

"Not to insult you or anything. It's a nice change from all the slurring and mumbling teenagers around here do."

"Sounds delightful," Harry sighed.

"Well, when does Bella arrive then?" Albus asked.

"The day after tomorrow," Charlie smiled, as though he were thoroughly pleased by the turn of events.

"Has it been long since you've seen her?" Albus inquired again, smiling softly.

"Unfortunately, I haven't been able to spend as much time with her as I'd like. I'm afraid she cares more for her mother, and I'm not very good with teenagers," Charlie sighed. Harry nodded, not quite certain that was a bad thing. Charlie seemed like a likable fellow, though. Another thing about living in a small town, Harry thought, was that you were basically required to socialize at least a little.

Charlie seemed to snap out of his own thoughts, blushing slightly. Harry got the impression he wasn't used to expressing his feelings in public. "That's some TV you got there."

Harry blinked. "Good Lord! How do you work that thing?" He bellowed, and Charlie nearly jumped a foot in the air. "It has six different remotes and not one turns the blasted thing on!"

Charlie looked at Albus with a nervous look on his face, before chuckling. "Let's see here…"


"Harry will be at school!" Alice announced. The entire group had convened once again in the living room. The only ones missing were Carlisle and Esme. Carlisle was at work and Esme had gone into town for some drawing supplies.

Edward breathed. She patted his shoulder sympathetically. Rosalie scowled again. "I really don't understand what all the fuss is about. Can't we just get off that subject? It has nothing whatsoever to do with us," she vented.

Edward scowled at her. "That's not a hundred percent true…" Alice trailed off as Edward turned his scowl upon her. She pouted. Then she perked up.

"That's not all! He's shopping today. He has a new car, you're going to be jealous, and he and Albus are going shopping in Port Angeles in precisely… two hours and twelve minutes."

"Good girl, Alice! Have you been practicing?" Emmett laughed.

"I thought it would be a good time to get a feel for who they really are! Especially Albus. He seems like such a funny old man," Alice giggled. Rosalie raised a brow at her.

"Well, I'm all for shopping. I suppose I can come with you," Rosalie said. Edward groaned, and Rose glared.

"Easy now… can't we all just get along?" Emmett whined.


Albus' brand new and sleek Phantom screeched to a halt in front of the Port Angeles Landing Mall. Harry had pointed out a parking spot at the end of the lot in which no cars were parked and as such, there was little chance they would crash into one.

Harry blinked, looking pensive for a moment, before turning to the driver. "That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

"I'm very well capable to driving a car. Even if it is an automatic," Albus announced cheerfully as he opened the car door. "And those lights are delightful. They should have thought of it sooner."

Harry had been worried about Albus driving without at least having a bit of practice. Their friend Craig, who had flown in with some of their essentials earlier that day, and apparently had the same thought.

"When was the last time you drove a car, Albus?" He asked. He had driven Harry and Albus to the car lot himself while his men brought the cars off the trucks. Harry smiled as he saw his Bugatti for the first time, and Albus seemed pleased with the Rolls-Royce, more so than he had been with the picture.

Craig Hoyle was a vampire, and one of their friends that proved very helpful in the past few hundred years when they wished to move about as freely as possible. They hadn't a need for cars and money in Osaka, staying in a paid-off house on the edge of the city, one of the few places where there was sustainable wildlife.

"I do believe it was the fall of 1953. I was so happy when they finally added windows to that model, now look what they have to offer!" Albus gestured to the Phantom that had been driven off the truck and parked in front of him.

Craig looked nervous all of a sudden. "You know… it might be beneficial to attend some driving classes. I'm sure you have a DMV close by?"

"Nonsense. I'm well-equipped to handle a car, I've had no trouble in the past."

"Ever handled an automatic?"

"You'd be surprised what I can handle, my boy."

Craig rolled his eyes. "Your insistence on periodic dormancy does come with a few complications when you try to integrate yourselves once again."

"Well then perhaps you can give us a brief lesson? I'm sure the manual will clear up anything else we have questions about and we've got plenty of property to practice around," Harry smiled, ready to give the Bugatti a practice test. "How fast does it go again?"

"Should I remind you that you're in America now, and Americans drive on the right side of the road and steer on the left."

Harry smiled. "We've got all the time in the world, my friend."

It hadn't taken that long, and Craig had expressed his apologies for not being able to socialize longer, but he had another appointment in Greenland. He had handed Harry a manila envelope that contained their passports, spending cards, updated driver's licenses, keys, and birth certificates before bidding them goodbye.

Albus insisted on driving for practice while the hired help drove the Bugatti back to the house. Harry suggested driving towards the mall that he had received directions to from Charlie almost three days ago. He'd been meaning to pick up a computer for Albus and himself.

In the car Harry had pulled out a pair of Black Visas. He'd read that most people used credit cards now instead of personal checks. He pocketed the Visas and driver's licenses before stuffing the rest in the glove box.

As they walked towards the mall, Harry noticed that their car definitely stood out. The rest of the cars seemed older, dirty, and some had the paint peeling off of them. He shook his head. The worst thing that could happen would be people noticing that they were well off, which wasn't so bad.

They checked a map of the mall before heading in the direction of one of Albus' new favorite stores which had a large apple on the front of it. The female shop assistants had all but tripped over themselves as they entered, wanting to help the beautiful boy and the graceful old man. It didn't seem to matter to them that Harry might have been at least over five years their junior. Harry made a purchase of two laptops, and an odd-looking phone that Albus fell in love with. The assistant's eyes widened comically as Harry flashed the black Visa card at her, and he didn't miss her whispering excitedly to her fellow workers as he dragged Albus to the door.

About halfway through their shopping excursion, Harry discovered they were being watched. Not by the usual crowd of awed humans. His skin was prickling in alert, and in his mind's eye, he saw the small pixie-like girl standing on the other side of the landing, carefully concealed behind a cart of what looked like wigs. He felt her peering closely at them, and flicked his eyes over towards Albus, who had noticed them to. The twitch of Albus' thin brow spoke to Harry. 'Continue.'

They walked on as if they were none the wiser, feeling the girl dart closer as they walked away. Harry pursed his lips as he noticed the beautiful blonde girl he'd seen the night before in a dress shop as they passed, looking subtly at them before turning her head back to the dress in her hands. Was the whole family here? Harry carefully monitored his thoughts in case the bronze-haired boy had chosen to tag along.

'Square root of pi is 1.7724538509055160272981674833411…..' Harry kept the numbers flowing in his head as he subtly scanned across the floor.

"I wonder what the purpose of a digital lighter is?" Albus wondered aloud as his long fingers worked over his new phone.

"Entertainment, I imagine," Harry could tell Albus was trying to distract him with filler conversation.

"The shop lady was most helpful. Do you know you can shop online without even leaving your house, now? It's a wonder we even need to walk anymore. Look at this, I can connect my phone to the house and never have to flip another light switch."

Harry heard a distant snicker and knew the girl was listening in. He grumbled unintelligibly. Albus continued his ramblings, providing a distraction for the listeners. They still had some shopping to do, so Harry hoped that after a while of hearing nothing significant they would lose interest.

They entered a rather large clothing store and yet another female shop assistant was most adamant about helping them with their clothes, abandoning her post at a register. Albus had her under his spell in no time. It was no time at all before she was ringing up a brand new wardrobe for both of them. Harry felt a little odd in some of the tighter-fitting clothing, but decided to go along with it. What did he know about young modern fashion, anyway?

After picking up some more essentials, and Harry was completely doused in bags. He managed to look a little weighed down for appearances as they walked back to the car, still feeling the eyes of the girls on him. What reason did they really have for following them everywhere?

Harry's skin prickled again and he looked up to see two boys standing close to their car, looking as though they were admiring it. A flashy red convertible was parked close by. Harry recognized the pair as two of the Cullen boys. He slowed down as they approached softly, but Albus didn't seem to have any reservations as he continued on, pressing the unlock button on his keys. The two boys turned when they felt their approach, and they looked almost apprehensive as they reached the car.

"You wouldn't be the village hoodlums the news warned me about, would you?" Albus inquired, stopping beside them.

The brunette looked to the blonde quickly before answering in an equally friendly tone. "Oh no, sorry. We were just admiring your ride."

"My ride?" Albus frowned, looking at Harry. Harry shrugged, looking very annoyed as he opened the trunk and stuffed the bags in.

"Yeah, your car. Brand new?"

"Ah yes! I just received it today. It was Harry's pick, actually," Albus smiled at Harry, but Harry suspected that the two boys didn't notice the teasing undertone in that smile.

"Nice," The boy nodded, flickering his eyes back to his blonde companion, who hadn't spoken and hadn't lifted his narrowed eyes from Albus once. Harry's eyes narrowed on the blond. His eyes were flecked with black and red, while the bulkier one's eyes were completely gold. The otherwise animal-hunting coven allowed a human-hunter in their midst? Holidays must be difficult, Harry pondered. Living amongst the Volturi for as long as they did was easy enough, but then again Albus and Harry had been long-since used to it.

Suddenly the boy's eyes snapped to Harry, his glare becoming a bit more intense as he made the switch. Harry inclined his head haughtily at the glare. That only seemed to make the boy more agitated, as his eyes narrowed further.

"Are you new around here?" The brunette asked of the Albus, whose eyes had turned to the boy that was staring them down. He assessed the blond and Harry could tell that he almost taunting him with sparkling eyes.

"Ah yes. We moved a little less than a week ago. Albus Dumbledore," Albus nodded his head at the brunette.

"Emmett Cullen, sir. And this is my brother Jasper," He gestured to the blond.

"Aren't genetics fascinating? Brothers, and yet you look almost nothing alike."

Harry didn't care for the way the blond looked at him. He had a confrontational air about him, but Harry wasn't quite in the mood to give him the time of day. Perhaps it was time to knock off the subtle approaches and make them realize whom, exactly, they were dealing with.

Albus shook his head, and Harry growled, drawing a look from Emmett. Jasper, however, looked surprised. Harry bared his teeth.

"I know you know who we are, so let's not dance around the issue. Stop looking at me in that manner. I'm not the devil, but I can do very good impersonation of him," Harry said.

Emmett barked in laughter, before realizing that that it probably wasn't a good time for it. Harry seemed satisfieded by the wary look that Jasper adopted.

Harry's eyes darted towards the mall where the girls… and the bronze-haired boy were making their way out of the entrance and across the parking lot. He made sure they could hear him before he continued.

"I don't know of what interest you have in us but I can assure you it's completely unwarranted and unwelcome. Whatever you know or think you know, I suggest you leave it alone. We're not here to cause trouble," Harry hissed through clenched teeth.

"Whoa man! We're not trying to give you a hard time or anything. It's just…"

"It's just what?" Harry demanded. Albus pursed his lips as he moved beside him, so they were both standing directly across from the Cullens as the other three moved to join them.

Emmett looked at his brother for a second, as if unsure how to continue.

"It's just you've been looking for us… or one of you has," Albus said smiling, and the Cullens stared at him. His ancient voice was full of mischief as he turned his twinkling blue eyes on each of them.

"Perhaps it would be prudent if you join us later on tonight. That way we'll be able to, how do you say, kill two birds with one stone? We've been meaning to compliment your mother on the house, and you can explain why you're following us."

"Sounds great!" the pixie burst, looking thoroughly pleased with the turn of events.

Harry turned his eyes onto the bronze-haired one who had been staring at him since he arrived. He locked his green eyes with golden ones, starring into the perfect boy's face. He was taken aback by all the emotions he saw swirling in those eyes, and he decided to test his theory out directly.

'Finding anything interesting?'

The boy's eyes widened a fraction, blinking. He turned his eyes to his siblings before looking back, narrowing his eyes in question. Harry smirked.

'Thought as much.'

He heard the pixie introduce herself as Alice, the beautiful blonde was Rosalie, and the bronze-haired one was… Edward.

"When shall we expect you, then?" Albus asked. Harry could tell that he was immensely amused by Alice.

"Nine," Alice answered instantly. Albus had barely closed his mouth. He smiled fondly at her.

"Nine," He repeated, and looked at Harry, who was still in an eye-lock with Edward. "Harry?"

Harry broke the connection, smiling slightly as he nodded to the rest, sparing a dry look at Jasper as he opened the passenger side door of the Rolls-Royce while Albus walked around to the driver's side, slipping in. Harry spared one final look at Edward as Albus turned the car on and went screeching away. Tonight would be very interesting.

TBC

Love, Azzie