Authoress' Note: SOOOO sorry!!!! I was going to post this chapter a lot earlier, but something happened with the one I consider a brother from another mother, and I could do little else than worry, eat, worry, go to school, worry, sleep, and worry. Plus, I tried to add this chapter about a week ago, but I was using a school computer, and 'cos I'm not used to using a Mac, it didn't work out so well. But everything is all fine now, and you have your chapter, so all is well and good.
So, let's move on to what you came here to read.
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PART THE THIRD
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the Twilight series [we all know it's not a 'saga'], or any other fandoms I mention; they all belong to their respective owners. I make no profit off writing this story, either.
Spoilers: Until the end of the fifth Harry Potter book/film; various parts of the Twilight series [we all know it's not a 'saga'] [I'm mixing and matching];
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse; some OOC [or a lot]; much swearing; [relatively] graphic sex between males, males and females, and females; consequently, pregnancy of both the male and female variety; some bashing of Dumbledore, Fudge, Bella Swan, various Twilight Saga characters and the Weasley family [except the twins, Charlie, and Bill [and possibly Ginny depending on how she decides to act]];
Rating: FRAO;
Current Pairings: Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale; Jasper Hale/Alice Cullen; Carlisle Cullen/Esme Cullen;
[Relatively] Far in the Future Pairings: Edward Cullen/Harry Potter; Seth Clearwater/Luna Lovegood;
Story Summary: Luna Lovegood discovers something major about her life. Said event causes her, and her adoptive brother Harry Potter to leave the country, making new lives for themselves. Their destination? Forks, Washington.
Chapter Summary: Harry and Luna arrive in Forks and get situated in their new house.
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UNBETA'D.
Note One -- I probably should have said it before, but if any characters seem out of character, just think of the canon as them being who they were expected to be, and this story as they truly are - at least, in the case of this story; other stories are a whole other ball game.
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PART THE THIRD: SETTLING IN
Two weeks later, in the wee small hours of the first day of the month of September, Harry and Luna found themselves on board a plane heading for Seattle, where the brand new, bright green Volkswagen Rabbit they had bought would be waiting in the airport parking lot, to take them to the house they had bought in Forks, just after they had enrolled at the local high school. The previous owners of said residence had been genuinely and pleasantly surprised when, after finding out that the house the two of them had looked at online did not include any of the furnishings, had immediately announced that they would agree to pay double the asking price -- the teens figured, that with the Potters having been one of the richest families in the entire Wizarding World, and no one else from the family around to object, the pair were going to make use of it.
Enrolling hadn't been that difficult at all -- a few phone calls, e-mailing some documents, and they were in the student register for the new year. And with a population just barely big enough to cover a postage stamp, there wasn't exactly a wait list, even with the fact that it was a high school. So the students at Forks High School for the coming school year would have two new school-mates -- Akihiro Harrison Mayakashi and Yume Luna Mayakashi. They had decided to go with the story that they were twins from Japan, that their parents had had given them Western middle names for others to call them, so they wouldn't have to deal with people having trouble with their given names. [1] Their parents had died in a car accident when they were young, but they had been adopted by a nice couple in Australia, who had been friends of their parents. And, despite the fact that they loved their adoptive parents dearly, they had emancipated themselves at the beginning of the summer. They even had a couple set up in Australia, in case anybody got too curious, as well as the needed documents to attest to their story.
"Isn't it weird, brother, to think," Luna began in a tone a little above a whisper, after a few minutes of silence, which the pair spent looking out the window, as well as at the handful of other people in their first class cabin, and the features of the cabin itself. "That right about when we get there, we'd be getting ready for Hogwarts."
Harry nodded in agreement. "I wonder what they're all thinking right now," he added.
"Probably running around like chickens with their heads cut off, worrying about whether or not you've gone and gotten yourself killed yet," Luna giggled softly.
Neither were too worried about being heard, as there weren't many other passengers in the cabin -- the aforementioned handful were all at the other end; the two of them weren't far apart -- both sitting in the same chair, the first class seat easily accommodating the both of them; and, they were talking in just vague enough terms that, if anybody were to overhear them, they'd have no idea who or what the pair were talking about.
"Yeah," Harry chuckled. "Let's get at least a little bit of sleep, Tic."
"Yup, brother," Luna agreed as she picked up the blanket she had dropped on the floor earlier. "We've got a long day ahead of us."
Pulling the blanket over the two of them, the almost-siblings curled up together -- exactly as they had that night two weeks before.
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"Touchdown!" Harry and Luna shouted in unison, jumping down the last three steps from the plane, hand in hand. "Yes!" they cried, double high-fiving when they hit the ground.
They made their way quickly in and out of the building, not having to stop to pick up any luggage, as they only had carry-ons; they each had a relatively small duffel bag and a laptop case slung over their shoulders, and each was carrying a small purse. The laptop cases held laptops, obviously; the purses held hair supplies and cosmetics, their mobiles and iPods, as well as various accessories and attachments for such; the duffel bags held the clothing, miscellaneous, and assorted furniture-related items they had wanted to take with them, all shrunken down for convenience. They hadn't been flagged about the duffel bags having nothing in them but things that looked as if they were meant for dolls when their bags went through the x-ray because Luna had put illusions over them, to make them seem like they were your run-of-the-mill carry-ons.
Said former blonde had been practicing with her newly-remembered powers, and could now perform fairly difficult illusions -- though she was nowhere near a master of the craft, as of yet.
"Shotgun!" Luna called as they approached the vehicle, air-hugging the passenger-side door as if she could phase through it.
"Tic," Harry said, as if he were talking to a toddler, "there's only two of us here. And since I'm driving," he waved the keys in front of her, watching her head snap up and turn his way at the sound of the jingling. "Of course you get shotgun."
"I knew that," Luna said as Harry turned off the alarm, the two of them stowing their things in the back seat as they got in and buckled up.
"You just keep telling yourself that, Tic. You just keep telling yourself that," Harry replied, patting her knee in a fake-reassuring way as he started the car.
Luna decided to take the mature road -- quickly sticking
her tongue out at him, before just as quickly turning to look out the window as if nothing had happened.
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As the gravel of the driveway of their new house crunched under their car's wheels, Harry turned the car off and they got out, taking their bags with them.
The house was sea green with sandy brown accents, many windows, and a deep blue roof. It was rather large when compared to other houses in the area; it had been a duplex a few decades ago, but the owners from a few buys back had knocked down the dividing wall and combined the two.
Luna reached the front door first, and grabbed the baby-blue-papered note taped to the door, reading it aloud as they entered. "'Hey, Harry and Luna. Hope you're both doing well, and sadly we can't be there to greet you. Plus, sadly there's no food inside - health reasons and all that, hope you understand. Can't wait to see the both of you again, Jules and Luke.'"
Entering the deactivation code for the alarm as they got in the door, Harry snorted at what letters the four numbers correlated to.
"What, brother?" Luna questioned. "What's so funny?"
"Their security combination. It's four numbers -- Jules' and Luke's initials."
Luna snorted too. "Well, that's good if they're drunk. All they have to do is be able to see and remember what their names start with."
Dragging their luggage just far enough so that it was out of the way in the foyer, they decided to first explore the house they had only ever seen through pictures before, then unpack over the next few days.
"That's so much better," Harry sighed as he dropped his luggage and let his glamour down, feeling the slightly subtle pressure on his ears and tails release as they came into view for the first time in almost two days.
The entire ground floor was nearly one large room, sectioned off slightly by furniture. Deep coloured oak hard-wood floors throughout, the whole left side was devoted to a kitchen, all stainless steel appliances and marble countertops, with a U-shaped layout, centred around an island in the middle; the far wall was completely full-length windows, with a sliding-glass doors on either end, showing off a deck of rather epic proportions; the whole right side of the room had two leather armchairs, and two leather couches, one each of black and white leather, all around a coffee table on an area rug, and all facing a plasma television seated above a grand marble fireplace. The only part of the floor that was cut off by walls, were the washroom and the pantry; said walls of the ground floor's open space were a light green with forest mosaics all along the walls, with little creatures here and there, all in the Bambi-style of life-like.
"Race you to the basement, brother!" Luna cried, running down the spiral stairs in the corner closest to the front of the house. "Hey, no fair!" she exclaimed, as he slid past her on the banister.
She reached the lower floor only seconds after him, but still protested. Crossing her arms, she pouted, "You cheated."
"Nuh-uh," he said, his ears flicking playfully. "You never said any rules."
"Meh," she stuck her tongue out at him, still slightly cross at the teen.
Harry just patted her cheek with a tail in reply, before turning to the room at large and spreading his arms wide.
The basement room was a large, open area. The previous owners had used it as a band room, so the room was sound-proofed. The floor was the darkest wood possible to buy, with deep grey walls. The room had also been used as a home theatre, explaining the dark colours and the television screen spanning across the majority of one wall. The lighting was a few bright recesses in the ceiling. There wasn't much in the room; there was all one would need by way of cinema-time snacking -- popcorn maker, some shelves full of candy, and a glass-front refrigerator -- which were sadly all empty, for health reasons; a few chairs and a sofa, seating for watching the films; the previous owners had taken all their band equipment with them -- one set of possessions they hadn't been willing to part with.
"Look at this room!" Harry shouted, arms still wide. "Think of the possibilities!"
"I know! We could use it for music, or movies, or parties, or anything!" Luna cried, seeing all the potential of the room they were standing in.
"Yup!" Harry smiled. "This room is amazing," his grin widened, and he patted the wall twice.
Suddenly, yet silently, a panel in the wall as big as an average door, centimetres to the left of Harry's hand, slid down and into the floor.
The pair strode in, looking at the secret room. It was a simple room, storm-cloud grey walls and an almost black tile floor, with a large shower in the corner, separated off with clouded-blue glass.
A piece of simple baby-blue paper hung from the ceiling by a silver string. Harry grabbed it and read it aloud.
"'Harry and Luna, welcome to our secret room. We shake you warmly by the hand, figuratively. You are free to use this room for whatever little hush-hush activities. We sure did, and trust us, if you put this place under a black light, it'll glow. You close the room the same way you opened it. Hope you enjoy the room, and maybe we'll come see you again one day, possibly soon. Love you two, Jules and Luke.'"
They had grown close to the couple that had lived in the house before them, and Jules and Luke were two very nice, amazing men, so they eagerly awaited when the pair would decide to visit.
"Ew," Luna said, realising why the room would glow. "We have to bleach this room before we do anything in here, you know that, right?"
"Of course," Harry replied, following her out and closing the room behind them.
The second floor retained some of its duplexity, with four bedrooms, two masters, and one of each on each side of the hall. The hall had the same deep oak floors as the ground floor, with walls that were painted with the designs of the branches of trees and birds and things in the sky.
All of the bedrooms were themed with the elements; each of the smaller rooms had balancing elements, -- the one on the left side of the hall was Fire and Water, the one on the right was Earth and Air -- and the larger rooms had all four. The actual design of each room depended on the elements in the theme of the room, as the furniture in the room was detailed with whatever elements were in the room; but the basic design of each room was that the bed was large and in a corner, with a desk, bookcase, and other things along the walls, with the middle of the room bare, except for a rug on the hard-wood floors. In the master bedrooms, there were two doors -- one leading to the en suite washroom, and one to the walk-in closet; the smaller bedrooms only had the doors to the closet, which were smaller than those connected to the master bedrooms.
The third floor could only be described as a playroom. It was once again one large room, with only a washroom as the only closed-off part of the room. The walls, ceiling and floor were all a rainbow of bright colours, with a myriad of bright-coloured designs on them. The floor was spongy, like in a play-park, and the walls were slightly padded. Half of one wall was completely covered in Velcro, with a few full-body suits covered in the same material, as well as the section of wall opposite it, with little springboards tucked away in corners, to be used to get more height. In the far centre of the room was a large tyre-swing hanging from the ceiling, the reason behind it being that Jules and Luke had needed something to take up the space in that part of the room. There was what looked like a large shower, big enough for at least three or four people, in the far right corner, only the glass was see-through; Harry and Luna knew it to be what Jules and Luke dubbed 'The Cyclone of Sparkles'; one would step into the glass enclosure in a swim-suit, and as they did so, they would be covered in a fine mist of water. They would close the door behind them, and set their preferences with a few buttons and dials behind a panel in the wall, and their choice of various glitters, sparkles, and confetti would twirl around them, practically covering them in it. In the far corner across from the Cyclone of Sparkles, was an actual shower, to get rid of any sparkles they could, if the person had been forced into the Cyclone of Sparkles against their will - there was another panel on the outside of it for just such an occasion, and it was impossible to stop the Cyclone of Sparkles until it was done, as both panels automatically sealed themselves, to prevent any sparkles or water from getting into the one on the inside and possibly messing up the circuitry.
"Banister race!" Harry announced, running to one of the sets of stairs in the end centre of the room. Luna dashed to the other, and with a unison cry of, "Ready, set, go!", they were off.
"Ha! I won!" Luna cried, landing back on the ground floor with a jump, a solid five seconds before her adoptive brother, immediately doing a very teasing victory dance as soon as he was in sight.
Harry just smiled and rolled his eyes, letting her have her moment of triumph as he made his way over to the sliding glass doors at the end of the room. He and Luna each put a hand on one, opening them and stepping onto the deep wood of the deck, though it was lighter than the wood floors through the rest of the house.
The deck was about half the size of the floor of the house, with a sitting area covered by a large square of Perspex, so as not to act like a magnifying glass, with the people under it as the ants. There was a small kitchen area by the sitting area, small as there wasn't a kitchen that far from it, on the other side of the wall; it was complete with an eating area, wet bar, fridge and stove.
Beyond the deck was what would easily be counted as one of their favourite parts of the house, even though it technically wasn't in the house.
Just enough beyond the deck so that it wasn't under it, but still close enough that if one vaulted over the railing, they'd be in it, was a large, splash-shaped pool with clear-bluish water, with a nicely-sized Jacuzzi off to one side. At the edge of the yard sat a low stone retaining wall, with many flowers, trees, and various other plants on the opposite side.
The best bit was in the very centre of the yard, on the metres of green, green, grass between the pool and the retaining wall; it was an outdoor play-set of almost epic proportions, brightly-coloured, with several sets of monkey bars, a good few slides, some swings, a large climbing net, and many other things. There was even a nicely-sized sandbox, and a huge trampoline.
Another piece of baby blue paper was attached to the main part of the play-set. Harry read it aloud, the words on it making them both grin. "All this one says is, 'What better way to stay fit than to act like your five-years-old for a few hours a week?'"
"I couldn't agree more," Luna stated, and Harry nodded.
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"Brother, what day is it?" Luna queried about an hour later as they lounged, in swim-suits, on life-savers in the pool. The water in the pool could be heated or cooled so it could be used in any season, and the temperature of the water sort of made a bubble of whatever temperature the water was, above the pool, keeping them warm or cool even when they weren't entirely in the water.
"It's Saturday. Why?" Harry questioned back, tossing a grape over to her. They had decided to do their grocery shopping the next day, and had only gone to get some fruit salad to snack on for the day, which sat on a third life-saver that they floated between them.
Luna leaned slightly and caught the grape in her mouth, chewing and swallowing before answering. "'Cos I did some research, and our favourite horror show plays at midnight the first Saturday of every month, at a theatre over in Seattle, called the Admiral."
Harry cast a quick Tempus, saw the time, and just as quickly cancelled it. "Well, it's almost noon. With how long it'll take to get ready, how long it'll take to get there, and how long the lines will undoubtedly be, I think we shouldn't waste any time, and start getting ready now."
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Forty-five minutes later, they rejoined each other in the hall outside their rooms, both in full character regalia - it would have been longer, but they were used to the routine, and were skilled at transforming themselves into their chosen characters without magick, as they preferred to use their own hands to make the changes. Luna, in a striking display of contrast, made an excellent Magenta in maid attire, with her flyaway brown hair and thickly-shadowed eyes. Harry, all bright colours, sequins and sparkles, with the bob of red hair, made a brilliant Columbia. Both wore greatcoats over their costumes; even though it was only early September, they wouldn't be getting out of the theatre until the middle of the night, when it would actually be cold, so they were going to stow them in the backseat of the car - they would be able to stand walking the few blocks from the theatre to the car.
"Shall we?" Luna asked in an affected voice, her Magenta voice, instantly falling into character as she exaggeratedly offered the other her arm.
"O' course!" Harry replied, his tone a few octaves higher than usual, falling into character right away as well.
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[1] [A/N: And that's why Luna's not going by her real name, nor is Harry.]
Authoress' Note: Sorry that this chapter is mostly filler, but it would have been too long of a chapter if I didn't separate this one and the next. Also, I've not got much more written, and have to get past this little bit of chapter that I'm currently writing. On the bright side, the 'twins' meet a Cullen next chapter, and the rest chapter after next - if the story keeps going the way I think it will.