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***HP

Carlisle walked through the front door of his house and wearily set his medical bag on the wooden bench next to the frontdoor. The past twenty four hours at the hospital had been tiring...even for a vampire. It had been an extremely busy night, which was odd for the small town, but what was weighing on him the most was the new boy living with Billy Black. Not only was there something not human about the boy, but he was pretty positive that the boy new what he was. His reaction was too extreme for him to not have known.

He wasn't sure what to make of the boy, but he didn't feel that he was a threat to him or his family. He could have screamed vampire and went running out of the room, but he had calmed himself down after a few minutes and then had treated him no different than he would have treated a human. Still, he would warn his kids and have them keep a close eye on him. He had heard Billy explain to the pack that he was sending the kid to Forks High instead of the school on the Reservation.

"Tough shift?" Esme asked sweetly, hugging her mate and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. She could always tell from her mate's eyes when something was bothering him.

Carlisle leaned in, inhaling the sweet scent of his perfect mate. Just being near her calmed him. "We need to have a family meeting."

Esme looked up at the love of her life in concern. "Is something wrong?" she asked, nibbling worriedly on her bottom lip. They hadn't had a family meeting in over year; not since Jasper's singer moved to town and he almost killed her. If it hadn't been for Alice's and Edward's gift, Bella Swan would be dead right now.

Smiling, Carlisle kissed his wife on the top of her head. "No, I don't think so, but a patient of mine last night was brought in by the wolves and there's something very odd about him."

"As if the wolves aren't odd enough," Emmett boomed, walking into the room with his big, beefy arm slung over his beautiful mate's shoulder.

"This isn't another Bella Swan issue, is it?" Rosalie huffed, glaring at Jasper who had just come in through the window. He had been spending a lot of time in the woods and she found that very strange. Normally he stayed in his room reading or hanging out in the living room playing video games with her mate, but lately he had been spending six to eight hours a day in the woods.

Jasper winced at the mention of Bella's name. He had been doing so good with his hunger until she showed up. Even now, after a year of fighting his instincts, he still fantasized about draining her. He wanted her blood so bad that it was physically painful for him. The thirst for her blood didn't help any with her always trying to get close to him. He could tell from her feelings that she had a major crush on him, but all he wanted from her was her blood. He found her very plain and average looking. He may be desperate for a mate, but he wasn't that desperate.

"Leave off your brother," Esme scolded. "I remember when it was your mate who stumbled across his singer. If I remember correctly, and I do, he didn't leave a drop of blood in that poor soul's body."

Emmett shrugged his shoulders, he had come to terms with his slip ups a long time ago. He was a vampire, human blood was what they were supposed to consume. "His scent hit me so hard that I didn't come to my senses until I had completely drained him. Rose, you have never met your singer, you don't know what it's like. The vampire takes over before you even know what hit you."

Edward nodded is head in agreement. Unfortunately he had stumbled across two singers, and sadly it hadn't ended well for either of them. He was actually impressed that Jasper has managed an entire year without draining the moody bitch. It would make their life a lot easier if he did, she was too nosey for her own good.

Alice skipped into the room behind her mate, Edward, grinning and clinging to his hand. "I didn't see anyone new coming to town, Carlisle. I'm sorry."

"You can't see everything, Alice," Carlisle said gently. "You only see what you are meant to see. You didn't see Bella Swan coming either., just be thankful that you did see Jasper killing her."

Alice reached out and grabbed her brother's hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. "It's alright, Jasper. You are doing amazing."

Jasper smiled back at his sister. He would have been lost and alone had she not found him and forced him to come with her to find Carlisle. She had a vision about the two of them joining his coven and her finding her mate. He just wished that he could find his mate, too. "What happened last night, Carlisle?" he asked, sensing his father's unease.

***HP

Jacob had been right, Billy hadn't been mad at him and he hadn't screamed at him or even punished him. The man had been so relieved to see him that he had given him a hug. While it had been awkward and a bit uncomfortable for him, it had also thawed something in his cold, dead heart. Sirius was really the only other adult, not counting Mrs. Weasley, who had ever willingly hugged him. He found that he kind of liked it...a lot.

Billy had asked him again to not wander too far into the forest, but he also figured that he would listen to him about as good as Jacob had. He said that when Jacob was little he had gotten lost in the forests around the Reservation on more than one occasion. So instead of forbidding him from exploring the forest, he had made him promise to never go in close to dark and to never go more than a mile in. He didn't know how he was going to know if he went a mile in, but he had agreed to Billy's demands anyway. He was just relieved that the man wasn't flat out forbidding him from going exploring.

He didn't know what it was, and he didn't know how to explain it, but there was something in those woods calling to him. It was as if he could feel his sealed magic urging him to go into them. It had been a long two weeks since his accident, but he had finally gotten the all clear from Dr. Cullen to be able to go out and do stuff again. Since the accident he had pretty much been confined to the house. At first he had just been in too much pain to go out and meet the other people on the Rez, as Jacob called the Reservation, but now he was too shy and embarrassed. Everyone had heard about the accident and he felt like an idiot, but now that he had gotten the all clear from the doctor, he planned on going back into the forest. He was practically vibrating with anticipation.

"I'm heading to the beach to meet up with the guys," Jacob explained as he jumped out of his car. They had just returned home from the hospital. "Did you want to come with?"

Harry got out of the car at a much slower pace than Jacob. It may have been two weeks since the accident, but he was still pretty sore. Looking to the guy who was a year older than him and had been nothing but overly nice to him, he shook his head no. He was anxious to go to the beach, having never seen the ocean before, but right now all he wanted to do was go into the forest.

"You can't hide here forever," Jacob joked, eyeing his new cousin in concern. He had tried on a few occasions to get Harry to hang with him and the guys, but he always shook his head no. He was trying not to get frustrated, but he wanted Harry to feel like he was part of the tribe. He was hoping that eventually he would get comfortable around them and start talking again.

Harry's eyes wandered to the thick forest where he could feel the pull coming from. He knew how badly Jacob wanted him to go with him, but the pull coming from somewhere within that forest was starting to feel like a horrible itch, that no matter how hard he scratched it, it just wouldn't go away.

"What's with you and those woods?" Jacob sighed. "There's nothing out there." He was lying of course, but he didn't want Harry to get hurt again...or worse, run in to one of the leeches. "Look, just be careful. There are creatures out there that can, and will, kill you. Do you want me to go with you?"

Harry quickly shook his head no. He really liked Jacob, but he felt that he had to do this on his own. He also just wanted some quiet time, he was still processing everything that happened since he got the vision of Voldemort torturing his godfather. His life had changed drastically and he didn't know what he was going to do about it.

"I get it," Jacob said, holding his hands up in surrender. "Just give a loud yell if something happens and you need help." Seth and Leah were currently on patrol so there was a good chance that they would hear him if he ran into trouble. He just hoped that Harry stuck to the woods around the Rez. No leech would dare crossover to their territory.

Nodding his head, Harry watched as Jacob disappeared into the house then he turned and slowly made his way into the forest. He didn't know how far he would make it today since he was still in pain, but just getting the chance to explore the had him feeling a sense of excitement that he hadn't felt since losing Ron and Hermione.

***HP

Billy watched as Harry disappeared into the forest desperately wishing that he could call him back. It wasn't like he was doing something that every kid on the Reservation hadn't done a million times. It was almost like a right of passage to explore the forest. Hell, when he was a kid he couldn't stay out of them. Of course when he was a kid there wasn't leeches crawling all over the place. As much as he disliked the Cullens, it wasn't them that he was worried about. It was all the nomad vampires that have been passing through that worried him. The pack had killed three just this past month. That was why Sam had two wolves running patrol around the clock.

Even though he wanted to call Harry back, he didn't. He was happy that Harry wanted to do something other than mope around the house and stare out the window. The kid had no interest in watching the television, reading a book, playing games or hanging out with Jacob and friends. The kid had no interest in anything...especially talking. Harry had been here for two weeks now and he hadn't said a single word. It was a bit frustrating and very concerning.

He knew that Harry could talk, the man that brought him over had confirmed that. He had also heard him cry out at night when having nightmares...which he had almost every night. The boy was severely depressed, he had caught him crying on more than one occasion. He needed professional help, but when he brought it up to him a week ago he had locked himself in his room all night, refusing to even eat dinner. He didn't know what to do or how to handle him.

"Give him time," Jacob said, noticing the concerned look on his father's face. "It's only been two weeks, he doesn't trust us yet."

"I know, son," Billy sighed. "I just want to help him. He's a good kid, but he is in so much pain. It scares me."

"Me too," Jacob admitted. "Me too."

***HP

"Why do you keep going into the forest?" Rosalie asked snippily, blocking Jasper from going out the door. "You're not feeding every time, so why do you keep going?"

Jasper stared at his sister thoughtfully, trying to put words to what he was feeling. "Honestly, Rose, I don't know. I just feel that I need to go in them."

"But what are you doing when you're out there?"

Jasper shrugged his shoulders. "Just walk and think. For some reason being out there calms me and clears my head. It's hard living twenty four hours a day feeling the emotions of everyone around you. Like right now, I can feel that you're curious, flustered and a little bit mad at me. I don't even get the benefit of turning my gift off in my sleep. Why does me going out there bother you so much?"

Pursing her lips together, Rosalie looked over Jasper's shoulder and scowled. "She was worried that you have been sneaking out to meet Bella Swan," Edward chuckled, easily reading his sister's mind. Smirking at the look of horror on his brother's face, he hopped in his car and tore off down the lane.

"What?" Jasper cried incredulously. "Why the hell would you think that?"

"I see the way you look at her," Rosalie snapped, defending herself. "And she likes you a lot."

Rolling his eyes, Jasper snorted. "I look at her like that because I want nothing more than to eat her. Every time we are in the same room together I can't help but to count her heartbeats and picture her mouthwatering blood pumping through her veins. It's not Bella that I want, Rose. It's her blood."

"Oh!" Rosalie said sheepishly, feeling slightly embarrassed. She had thought that Jasper was having some kind of fling with the little bitch. She could tell that Bella wanted her brother and Jasper hadn't been with anyone sexually for over sixty years that she knew of.

Chuckling at how insane the idea of him and Bella being together was, especially with her being his singer, Jasper brushed passed Rose and started heading into the forest. Hearing Carlisle's car coming down the drive, he stopped and decided to wait and greet his coven leader before disappearing into the woods. The man had not only given him a coven, but he had also given him a loving family and he would always respect the man for that.

"Jasper," Carlisle greeted as he got out of his car. Even after all this time his son was still a proper southern gentleman. His human parents had done a good job raising this fine young man.

"Carl..." Freezing mid sentence, Jasper tipped his head back and inhaled deeply.

"Son?" Carlisle asked cautiously, noticing that Jasper's eyes were turning black. He hoped to hell that Bella Swan wasn't making her way up the lane again. He couldn't hear her truck, but with her being his son's singer, he would be able to smell her before he heard her truck. This wouldn't be the first time she dropped by uninvited.

Jasper took a shaky step towards his father, nostrils flared. "That scent, Carlisle, who's is it?"

"Damn," Carlisle cursed. "I'm sorry, Jasper, I didn't think I would need to shower and change before leaving the hospital. I only went in today for a follow up with Billy's new charge." Normally after a shift he always showered and changed, it was hard on his family, him walking in the door reeking of blood. "I didn't come in contact with any blood so I thought it would be alright?"

Jasper took a couple deep, unneeded breaths then steeped back away from his father. That scent clinging to his coven leader was the most heavenly scent he had ever encountered. He could feel his vampire purring in happiness. He wanted to rip his father's clothes off of him and rub them all over his body. He wanted to bathe in that scent.

"Jasper, is everything alright?" Carlisle asked.

No everything wasn't alright, he was confused and a little bit embarrassed. That scent had him getting hard and that had never happened before. Nodding his head numbly, he turned and fled into the forest.

Carlisle watched his son disappear into the forest not sure what to make of what had just happened. He wished that Edward was home so he could ask him what Jasper had been thinking. Maybe he was just picking up on Harry's unique scent. That kid was a mystery to him.

***HP

Harry had been walking for about two hours just enjoying the peace and quiet and the beautiful scenery. There may not be magical creatures in this forest, but it was still very pretty. Seeing a fallen tree at just the perfect height, he decided sit and take a break. All this walking was causing his body to ache something fierce. He would probably regret this excursion come morning, but he was enjoying himself as of right now.

Sighing sadly, he took out the useless piece of wood that he kept in his back pocket at all times. Even though he could no longer use his magic, he just couldn't bare to be separated from his holly and Phoenix feather wand. Pointing it at a rock, he softly murmured "accio rock," in a broken and hoarse voice. They were the first words he had spoken in a month.

He was fully expecting nothing to happen, but when the rock remained laying lifeless on the forest floor, he couldn't hold back the flood of tears. This was the first time he tried using his magic since fucking Dumbledore sealed it and he had been praying to Merlin that it would work. Trying again and again, he let out a cry of frustration and heartache when nothing happened.

Dropping his chin to his chest in defeat, he let his wand slip from his numb fingers and land between his feet. How could someone that he loved like a grandfather do this to him? How could he possibly think that he would go dark? He had never purposely hurt anyone, not even his horrible relatives when they used him as a punching bag. To take a person's magic was almost equivalent to having their soul sucked out.

Thinking of his godfather, he wondered how he had survived thirteen years without his magic. Granted his magic hadn't been sealed, but the cells in Azkaban had magic dampening spells on them. Luckily for him he still had the ability to shift into Padfoot. It was the only thing that kept him semi sane in that horrible place.

"Padfoot!" Harry cried, head snapping up. How was Sirius able to change in a magic dampening cell without his wand? Actually, you didn't need a wand to change. Not many knew it, but over last Christmas holiday Sirius had taught him how to be an animagus while all the Weasleys were at the hospital visiting Mr. Weasley. Sirius hadn't expected him to learn so fast and was shocked when he shifted on his third lesson, destroying his godfather's bedroom in the process.

His animagus form wasn't a grim like Sirius' or a stag like his dad's, he was a pitch black stallion that stood at sixteen hands high with an extremely long, flowing mane and tail. Needless to say he had taken out the bed, the dresser and the door the first time he shifted. He had also almost broken all four of his gangly legs trying to get control of them.

His brain was frantically trying to solve how Sirius managed to change without access to his magic, and the only solution he could come up with, was that changing to your animagus form was all internal. Your magic didn't have to leave your body in order to change.

Picking up his wand, he jumped excitedly to his feet and shoved it into his back pocket. Walking to a nearby clearing, he closed his eyes and focused on his magic like Sirius had taught him. He started visualizing himself as his stallion; his sleek coat so black that it was almost blue. There wasn't one white hair marring his beautiful, black coat. His black mane was so thick and long that it hung to just above his knee and his forelock covered his eyes, tickling the top of his nose. His tail, like his mane, was thick and long with an inch or so dragging on the ground. He pictured running full speed, his black hooves tearing up the ground. He had never gotten the chance to run in his animagus form, but he had fantasized about it plenty of times. There wasn't exactly a lot of room to move about as a horse in Sirius' bedroom or in the small, overrun backyard of Grimmauld Place.

Harry was concentrating so hard because he needed this, he needed a piece of his magic, that he never felt the change take place until he was standing there on four wobbly legs. Shocked, he fell hard to the ground, his four legs spread out in odd angles around him, whinnying with happiness. He couldn't believe that it had actually worked. He still had some magic left.

Clambering back up on his still shaky legs, he reared up in the air, striking out in front of him before taking off through the woods, jumping over fallen logs and dodging the trees. He hadn't felt this alive and free in...forever! It was amazing.

***HP

Jasper had been sitting high up in a tree trying to work out what the hell happened with Carlisle and that intoxicating scent that was clinging to him when he heard something large come crashing through the forest. Leaning forward, he gasped in wonderment when the most beautiful horse he had ever seen came galloping by, stopping just a few feet from the tree that he was in. Holding his breath and not moving a muscle in fear of spooking the animal, he watched as it tossed his head up in the air, mane whipping wildly around it's slick, black face. He grew up on a farm, his father bred and trained horses, but never had he seen a stallion as magnificent as this one...nor as black.

He missed being around horses and riding. He had been in the saddle before he could even walk. Growing up there hadn't been a day when he wasn't on the back of a horse, even when he had been sick. Horses had been his passion and his father had said that he had a special gift when it came to training them. Unfortunately all that had changed when he met Maria and she turned him into a monster. Horses could sense what he was and they feared him. He couldn't even get within twenty feet of a horse now. He was a predator and they were prey.

Chest heaving and lungs burning, Harry came to a stop near a small stream. He didn't know how long he had been galloping, but he was pretty sure that he had been running for miles. He felt guilty breaking one of the few rules Billy had given him, but running like that had felt

exhilarating and he had never wanted to stop. When he was a horse running, he could almost forget about all the awful things that had happened to him and the death of his friends. He just felt wild and free...untamed and unbroken.

Ears perked forward, he walked to the stream and took a deep drink of the cold and refreshing water. It must have been a natural spring because the water was crisp and clean. He could happily live the rest of his life like this, running in the forest, grazing on the luscious grass and drinking from the tinkling little stream. He could now understand why the centaurs lived out in the open, refusing to step foot in the castle. He was half tempted to never return to the Reservation. Billy and Jacob had been nice to him, but it was only a matter of time before they too got tired of him and kicked him out.

Being out here in the forest also felt right. Something had been drawing him to the forest since the first day he arrived. He didn't think he had found whatever it was yet, but whatever it was, it was close. He just had this strange feeling that something was going to happen.

Jasper carefully and quietly lowered himself to the ground. He wanted to approach the stallion so bad that he could taste it. He wanted to run his fingers through its silky, black mane and bury his nose in its neck, inhaling its unique, earthy scent. He had always loved the way horses smelled, especially one that had been galloping and sweating. It had been so long since he had been close enough to a horse to truly be able to smell it that he had almost forgotten what it was like.

Harry's head snapped up and ears started twitching when he heard the crunch of leaves coming from behind him. His hearing was so much sharper as horse than when he was a human. The noise hadn't been loud, but he could sense that he was no longer alone. Spinning around and back hooves slipping into the cold stream, he stared in fear at the vegetarian vampire that was standing only a couple feet from him.

Heart pounding and muscles tensing under his sleek black coat, Harry stepped farther back and deeper into the stream. He was fast, as fast as a race horse, but there was no way he could out run a hungry vampire hell bent on eating him. The vampire would be on him with its fangs in his veins before he could even get out of the stream. He was actually surprised that he hadn't attacked him yet. It couldn't be a coincidence that there was another veggie vamp in Forks, so this man must be part of Dr. Cullen's coven. He briefly contemplated shifting back in hopes that he wouldn't eat him as a human, but he honestly didn't think that that would be any safer for him.

Jasper could hear the poor beast's heart racing and he felt horrible that it was terrified of him. The stallion before him was a magnificent creature, he would never lay a harmful hand on it. "Easy, beautiful," he said softly, sending calming waves to the horse. His gift normally didn't work on animals, but he figured that it couldn't hurt to try. He didn't want to send it crashing through the woods in a blind panic and it getting hurt. "I know I'm scary, but I won't hurt you."

One of Harry's ears flicked back and forth as he listened to the vampire, his large dark eyes never blinking. Why did he all of a sudden feel calmer? He knew that the feeling wasn't right, he was about to be become a very tasty meal for this dark creature, he should be terrified beyond all reason.

"I know that you don't believe me," Jasper sighed sadly. "Before becoming what you see, I loved horses. I was raised on a farm and I started training horses when I was only nine. I use to get in fights with my father's farm hands because they believed in breaking horses. Not me, I never broke a horse. I believed in earning its trust and respect and becoming one with it. I don't understand why anyone would want to break such a beautiful and magical creature."

Harry didn't understand what was going on, but he could feel his magic pulling him towards the handsome vampire. Other then when he changed into his stallion form, he hadn't felt his magic like this since it had been sealed. What was it about this vampire's voice that sent shivers down his spine and his magic singing?

Jasper couldn't believe that the stallion was still here and staring at him. He couldn't read animal emotions like humans, but for some strange reason he was picking up a feint echo of fear, curiosity and loneliness from the stallion. It was strange, but he felt as if this horse was the reason he had been wandering the forest lately. It was like the last puzzle piece being fit and everything finally coming together.

Harry didn't know what to do, his equine instincts were screaming at him to run from the predator that was stalking him and wishing to make a meal out of him, but his magic and human instincts were telling him that this was right, that he was meant to be here with this vampire. It was all very confusing and freighting.

Wanting to make himself small and nonthreatening, Jasper slowly lowered himself down and sat on the ground. "I have never seen a horse as magnificent as you. It almost looks as if your coat is glowing. Where did you come from?"

Harry could feel himself starting to shiver. He may be a horse, but the stream was frigid. Just because the vampire was sitting didn't mean that he wasn't a threat. Vampires were so fast that he could be up and on him faster than what he could blink.

Jasper knew that he should leave, the horse was terrified, but he just couldn't bring himself to walk away. It was as if the stallion had weaved some sort of spell over him. "I meant what I said, I won't hurt you. Yes I drink animal blood, but never have I fed from a horse. I feed from mountain lions, bears, and other predators. I don't even drink from deer unless I have no other choice. Please, come out of the water before you make yourself sick."

Harry was surprised when he found himself obeying the blond vampire. What was it about him that drew him in? He wanted to walk up to him and allow him to pet him, his magic was urging him to do so.

Jasper smiled as the stallion stepped closer to him. He was still skittish and fearful, but he was also very curious. It was a good thing that he didn't need to breath, he was scared that if he so much as twitched a muscle that he would bolt.

Harry cautiously approached the handsome, blond vampire, his locked magic singing within him. He prayed that he wasn't about to become the vampire's next meal, but if it was meant to be, then so be it. He was tired of everything...especially of being alone.

If Jasper could, he would be crying right now. The stallion was only a foot or so from him, his powerful body towering above him. He never thought that he would ever get this close to a horse again. Closing his eyes, he sighed happily when the beast starting nosing around in his hair, his muzzle still damp and cold from drinking from the stream.

Harry had only meant to sniff the vampire's hair, not play with it. He had been expecting the vampire to reek of death, since after all he was a dead person, but this vampire smelled very nice and pleasing...very, very pleasing indeed. It was hard to explain his scent, but it was kind of a mix of his favorite dessert, treacle tart, and the air on a hot day after a heavy thunderstorm. He always loved a good thunderstorm.

Jasper tilted his head back and very slowly raised his hand. "I'm just going to pet you, beautiful," he warned softly, praying that the stallion allowed him this.

Harry froze when he saw the vampire's hand raise in the air and hover right next to his face as if asking for permission. Nickering softly, he tilted his head until it bumped the vampire's hand. He had been fully prepared to feel an ice cold hand on his warm face, but he hadn't been prepared to feel a powerful surge of magic the second they connected.

"What the hell?" Jasper gasped, yanking his hand back when he felt something like an electrical shock. "What was that?"

Tossing his head in the air, Harry reared up and took off back towards the Reservation. He had no idea what the hell just happened back there, but it was totally freaking him out. He may not understand what happened, but he did understand that the vampire was what he had been looking for in the forest. The vampire was what had been calling to him.

Jasper watched sadly as the horse disappeared through the trees, heading towards the Reservation where he couldn't follow. He wondered if that's where he had come from, if someone from the tribe owned him and he had escaped his paddock. It upset him to think that the stallion belonged to someone else. For some reason, he felt that the stallion should be his.