So… hi? I'm sorry it took so long, I got, well, distracted in a sense.
At first I was preoccupied be school, it was the final few weeks of the term and I had al my assignments, but then that finished two weeks ago and I was captured.
I screamed hysterically and fought like a fangirl possessed as the dark, feral claws and tumblr ensnared me and drug me down into the pit of illiteracy and reblogging and chained to the vicious spikes that is shirtless actors. I swear upon the graves of Lily and James Potter that I struggled and spent every waking moment fighting for my freedom but I slowly grew weak, my will sapped away by deceitful fanart of my opt's.
But now, at two a.m. I have escaped after many weeks and offer up this chapter as an apology for my lack of commitment and thanks for the never wavering support.
So far- IMPORTANT
*George convinced Harry to move away without going through the trauma of cleaning up the war
*Alice had a vision about Harry, the Cullens know he is their other mate
*Pre-twilight, post DH
*Ron, Hermione, Remus, Dumbledore, Snape, Sirius, Dobby, Charlie, McGonagall, Tonks, Neville, Teddy and Ginny ARE DEAD
*Harry has PTSD
Anyway, this is dedicated to DyingDickson for guessing the quote by Alice!
Jasper was sitting cross-legged against a tree twenty or so meters away from the school entrance, smiling softly as he listed away slightly from Emmett and Rosalie in a vain attempt to ignore their lustful urges. He stared after his pixie wife with fond amusement and slight alarm as she softly padded away in her thin ballet flats with a light, airy gait after she announced moments before- "I'm going to save our mate from complete embarrassment by a pothole."
Which was slightly worrisome.
Edward hadn't even attempted to sit through the break with them, claiming that if Emmett and Rosalie were going to keep that up, he refused to be anywhere in their vicinity.
Knowing those two, 'that' could only mean one thing.
He was slightly envious that Alice was going to interact with Harry first, but pushed that aside. It was, in a sense, only fair. Jasper and Emmett had the next three periods with Harry whilst Alice only was able to share the last period, art, with their new mate.
He was however, grateful for one thing in particular. None of his clan had started school last year, claiming to be home schooled for a break from their usual routine. So both he and Alice had been able to chance junior, according to Alice, the most likely schooling level that Harry would be in. She hadn't been able to back up her claim, at that time unable to receive more than the single vision of Harry that she had already experienced whenever she attempted to scry for his future.
She had theorised a natural mental block as a suppressed gift, one that could only be truly explored and exploited after a Turning, but it was easily dismissed once she had spent the better half of the morning wading through predictions of every single time Harry made even the smallest decision after seeing him in the flesh for the very first time.
Anyway, Jasper was grateful for having that particular small mercy.
He was not, however, so grateful for the presence of Emmett within the majority of his classes.
It was all because Rosalie had decided for a break from their twin act, wishing to try for plain brother and sister for a change. Along with making her refusal to endure two years of high school so soon quite clear.
So Rosalie had decided on experiencing her senior year along with Edward who swapped starting years each and every move. Jasper had absolutely no problem with this. His problem was when Emmett decided to avoid Edward and his 'sexually destructive' powers. By default, Jasper was stuck with him.
And when he was receiving a new mate, a human mate, a fragile human mate! He was naturally going to be wary of Emmett and his Labrador complex.
Labrador complex meaning five simple things:
-Over-enthusiastic
-Bounding
-Large
-Solid
-Destructive
So, as Jasper watched his first mate drift away, he couldn't help but wish she had taken him.
Just in case Emmett crushed the human before they could meet.
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Emmett smirked at Jaspers woeful expression as he smacked his lips against Rosalie's in a bruising –on a human- kiss, pulling her body flush against his, an act sure to send some wonderful emotions towards the empath.
Really, it was just too fun, knowing just how much it irked the elder Vampire.
At least it distracted him from ripping out everyone's throats in a bloody rampage.
So in a way, he was helping Jasper.
Right.
"Later." Rosalie purred in his ear, dragging wickedly sharp nails down his chest as the swarm of students swerved to avoid them in their very public make out spot of the corridor.
"I'll hold you to that, babe." He breathed into her hair, grinning victoriously as Jasper cleared his throat loud enough for humans to hear.
Rosalie sashayed back out of his restraining arms with a synchronised flick of her hair and hip, eyes half lidded and smoky as she took a few slow steps backwards before smirking and spinning around, hips swinging as she sauntered her way through the adoring masses, Emmett's eyes trailing her the entire way.
He gave a wistful smile, emotions light and melodious as he turned to Jasper, beaming toothily as he announced. "Let's go meet your new boy toy!"
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Harry glared darkly at the Smart-Screen as the geography teacher brought up a large map of Wales and went about pointing out seemingly famous and culturally significant landmarks that Harry previously hadn't even known existed.
And judging by the blank stress of his fellow classmates, asides from a short Italian girl who was nodding enthusiastically every few seconds, no one else had either.
So, yet again, Harry was in a completely pointless lesson about that had absolutely no significance on his overall intelligence and future as a teacher stressed the importance of knowing where Man-In-Skirt-One murdered Man-In-Skirt-Two and Man-In-Skirt-Three with his bloody 'vengeful' axe and a toothpick.
And he was sure that was Scotland, rather then Wales.
This was so not Harry's day.
This was in no way helped by the two pairs of liquid honey eyes that were boring holes into his skull with their intensity.
He was sure they thought they were being subtle because there could be no way any one would be so blatant if they suspected their subject (prey)(prize)(victory trophy)(food) was knowledgeable about the observation.
Then again, the owners of the eyes (predators)(hunters)(merciless)(Death Eater-) had snapped their gazes to him the very moment he had quietly slipped through the door, clutching the strap of his bag with one pseudo-frail hand and scanned the general chaos of his shrieking and laughing classmates (oh-so-innocent)(pitiful)(first to fall)(luckiest) in search for a seat as his supposed peers consumed themselves in the whirlwind of energy that was a pre-bell classroom.
Unluckily for Harry, the very back row of five singular seats were already claimed, the first to arrive having seated themselves or strewn their possessions across the minuscule desks. So, Harry had begrudgingly chosen a seat within the second back row, the closet to a cracking window (strategic)(alternate escape)(surprising) and sunk down into a curved plastic seat that completely failed it's purpose of comfort and correct spinal placement.
Harry's chosen placement was diagonal to that of his observers, (unintentionally tactical)(observatory) one that allowed him to see the barest wave of golden hair from the corner of his eye if he stared ahead, more so if he so much as glanced to the edge of his solitary table. If Harry chose to gaze out to the window, he would also be rewarded with the full reflected view of his watchers (weak placement on their part)(yet another advantage), along with the rather depressing view of a sagging, depilated tree and dry, brown grass.
So, in lieu of suffering one more moment of the Scottish/Welsh geography-come-history, Harry chose to do just that, look to the window to observe the possessors of the honey eyes.
Observing him as he observed them observe him. (dangerous game)(stop)(too fun)
The furthest from him, against the opposing wall, was the large, bear-like honey eyed boy that Harry assumed to be Emmett, as he was the closet to Katty's description of 'the really super big one' .
Emmett's eyes seemed to be constantly flickering between the teacher and Harry himself, with the latter having considerably more starring time. Occasionally, the warm eyes (deception)(good trap)(lure them in)(snap) would dart to his companion and a small, tilting smirk would lift the corner of Emmett's mouth or the barest frown would crease his brow before he resumed his eye-tennis between his educator and (prey) Harry.
His companion was, thankfully, far less obvious in his scrutiny of Harry (smart)(unsuspected).He seemingly payed attention to the triangular jawed teacher, every now and then flicking his attention away to apparently jot down a note. But, after several rotations of this, it became painfully obvious to Harry this was a cover up as the pen re-wrote on the same space over and over and the companion would tilt his head towards Harry the entire time. (slack)(unperfected)(unfamiliar?)
Harry could only assume the second honey-eyed teen was Jasper, as he had earlier thought back to during Katty's tirade of gossip about the Cullen family (familiar)(why)(danger?)(careful)
(remember)
(please remember)
He seemed far more animated at the moment, once compared to their first encounter when the marble teen had lived up to that comparison. Still as marble, yet twice as perfect.
And what the hell! Where had that come from? (no more feeling)(push it back down)(not feelings)(sexual attraction)(no more)
(no more)
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Emmett stared at the human in fascination. He was seemingly despairing as he gazed out the window to the desolate unidentifiable tree, ceasing to pay any modicum of attention to Mr Hooper.
A quick glance to the side told Emmett that Jasper was still intently boring holes into his mess of a notebook with unblinking eyes, jaw tightly clenched and grinding down with fearsome pressure.
Contrary to popular belief, Emmett was not stupid, sure, he made moronic comments, or acted out in an almost childlike fashion on occasion, he didn't possess Jasper's strategic mind or Alice's way of dissecting the future, but he was not stupid. He could quite easily see, despite the lack of empathy, or telepathy, that Jasper was hurting.
It was in the way his fingers spastically twitched upon his cracking pen at every glance to Harry, or how he rolled his shoulders in a single shuddering motion, the fine hairs upon his neck raising in a involuntary response to an influx of raw emotion (an action most often seen in large, spirited crowds).
Since these actions, only ever present in Jasper when he was close to losing control of his emotions or bloodlust, were occurring only when Jasper glanced at Harry, it was easy to say that Harry was the one hurting Jasper.
It sounded too simple to Emmett, once put like that. Harry was hurting Jasper.
It didn't sound right either.
It sounded very, awfully wrong.
However, Emmett wasn't about to start blaming the guy, hell, how could he when he didn't know what Harry was even feeling to warrant such a reaction?
So he continued his observation of the unintentionally (hopefully) cruel human and wished for the tension to come to an end.
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Alice bounced eagerly on the balls of her feet outside the art studio, gnawing on the inside of her cheek as she surveyed the bustling hallways for Harry.
Jasper had caught up with her moment ago- unable to do so at lunch before the previous period due to Rosalie dragging Alice away to escape Edward's telepathy, catching her arm and whispering a warning that Harry mightn't be as accepting as she had hoped. He had reported only ever feeling overwhelming wariness, fear and heartbreaking sorrow pouring off Harry, something he hadn't felt in such abundance since the war.
He also had whispering the boiling resentment that flared up whenever Harry had looked at them throughout their shared classes, and pointed out that Harry may not be willing to get close. After all, only a single vision had shown them together.
It could've just been one of the many possibilities for the future, not necessarily the one going to happen.
Alice found it difficult to believe, and refused to resign herself to the supposed fact that it was true, no questions asked. She trusted Jasper, and if he said that those were Harry's true emotions, then she would believe him. But she point blank refused to believe that there was no extenuating circumstances that were to blame for his current emotions. Jasper tended to be a pessimist, blaming himself constantly and doubting happiness, despite the fact it constantly came to him.
They would be together. She was sure of it.
When the primary bell had rung, signifying five minutes until the beginning of sixth period, Alice still hadn't encountered Harry and a quick glance to the classroom confirmed as such.
Eyes quickly darting towards her classmates, who were slowly drifting towards the door beside her, giggling and swapping gossip, Alice made a split second decision and opted out of waiting any longer to catch Harry outside the studio and darted into the classroom and a double seat bench at the back of the classroom.
A cursory peek at the roll call waiting at the teacher's desk, large and forbidding, acting as the focal point of several rows of slanted benches of various lengths, had told Alice that every seat would, in fact, be occupied. Alice was relying on the age-old tradition of the student body clumping in groups of friends and leaving the 'weird' kid by herself, that would leave Harry no choice but to sit next to her, given that her class mates claimed their seats first.
Thankfully abiding the unspoken social convention, they did just that.
Harry was a few steps behind the last straggler, a couple moments after the secondary bell. He hesitated, glancing around the room, nibbling on the corner of his lip almost unnoticeably, if it were not for Alice's superior vision. His eyes came to rest on the only available seat at the back, beside Alice and through the chaos separating them, she gave a small smile and nod at him in an unspoken invitation.
He visibly relaxed and Alice's smile broadened as he cautiously made his way over to her, one hand clutching the strap of his bag like a lifeline.
Break line- Twilight and Harry Potter, Twilight and Harry Potter, Twilight and Harry Potter, Twilight and Harry Potter –Break line.
Harry entered the studio cautiously, unconsciously chewing upon his lip as he surveyed the classroom for a seat.
Finding none in the intermediate area, his eyes settled at the back, upon the only available seat beside Alice Cullen, the odd pixie-like girl he had ran into earlier.
She smiled at him, gracefully tilting her head in a silent permission. Harry slumped a little, offering her a small smile in return as a long coil of tension he hadn't been aware of previously unwound deep within his gut. Her smile grew larger as he picked his way between the condensed body of students and gingerly lowered himself into the seat beside Alice, withdrawing his drawing pad from his satchel and placing it beside Alice's own.
"I see you have avoided those deep, dangerous potholes." She offered in lieu of a greeting and Harry chuckled. "I see you have avoided the sun for the past sixteen years." he snarked back with a challenging raise of a single eyebrow. ('you can do better then that')(twin chorus)(red)(bright and alive)
"Touché." She laughed, light and melodious, an action that immediately made the remaining tension to ooze from Harry.
She seemed different from her siblings. Less imposing and … human in a way that instantly had the frightened , cautious voice (still rather reminiscent of Dobby) at ease, as if lulled to sleep by her gentle and bright disposition. (don't do that)(listen)(constant vigilance)
Even her eyes, which normally unnerved him, were calming and deep in a way he hadn't seen since gazing upon Dumbledore. (Greater good)(manipulative)(greater good)(worth it)(right)
Alice still reminded him of Luna however, both possessing an almost otherworldly quality, as if they both weren't living on the still plane as everyone else.
Harry mockingly bowed his head in pseudo humility, a smile playing upon his lips as he revelled in Alice's tinkling laugh, opening his mouth and preparing to deliver what he was sure was going to be a witty and apt response.
He was, however, interrupted as a frazzled woman burst through the door, arms sweeping forward in a grand gesture as she clutched the desk before her, halting her frantic entrance. A large mane of frizzy, wild auburn hair stream behind her to mid-waist, knobby, spindly hands splayed out before her as her chest heaved, drawing in copious amounts of oxygen. Her clothes, an obnoxious combination of florescent yellow and tangerine orange, were as baggy and wrinkled as her battered, weary face. Which was quite the statement.
She reminded Harry of Professor Trelawney. his was only if Professor Trelawney was several decades older, a Muggle and less of an insect and more of a crazy cat lady.
"Sorry! Sorry!" The woman coughed, a massive hacking affair that seemed to tear through her lungs and claw at her throat, and glanced sideways at them as he continued panting as if she had undertaken a marathon. "I ran all the way from the eastern staff room!" She let out a few more weak coughs, hand pounding upon her chest as if she was attempting to beat the lethargy out.
Harry frowned as he gazed upon her; they were in the bordering edge of the northern section of the school, on the conjoining corridor between the northern and eastern sections. The staff room, from memory, was a simple corridor over.
Alice must of noticed his confusion, along with his disbelieving and bewildered stare as she learnt over a whispered. "She's been outside with a flask of him and a cigarette. Saw her on my way over." She rolled her eyes, the inky black strands of her hair flicking as Alice nodded infinitesimally towards their wheezing teacher. "Could smell her a mile off."
For the second time, Harry's response was interrupted as the arts educator clapped her hands together and snapped up. "OKAY!" She announced to the slightly befuddled students before her as they settled down into their seats. "Okay, okay." She sniffed imperiously, rubbing her hands together as Harry shot the giggling Alice a disbelieving look.
"I am Miss Givenchy and I will be your Craft Arts teacher for this year. Should you choose to continue this subject next year to a higher standard, you will have Mr Spalding." Miss Givenchy paused, surveying the room with squinting, faded blue eyes. "But until such a time, I will depart to you the best of my knowledge and skill in hopes one of you can capture the flickering spark of creativity and allow it to blossom into a raging fire." (smoke)(the smell)(the crackling)(roasting flesh and scre-)
A few students were vaguely interested, mostly watching Miss Givenchy, occasionally diverting their attention to mummer to a friend or watch an interesting mote of dust drifting across in the sunlight. The short Italian girl from Harry's geography class was watching avidly, rocking to and fro slightly as she slowly bobbed her head. Oddities aside, it was safe to say that Harry's class in general couldn't care less, simply exchanging notes, whispering or staring blankly forward as their conscience had vacated their bodies. (no)(they have souls)(they have souls)
"Today, we will begin our observation of how our peers interpret our innermost thoughts, after they, of course, are spun from your mind into a finished product that will soon be displayed before us."
Harry gave up his hopes that staring at Miss Givenchy would magically enable her to actually make sense, in favour at glaring at his innocently blank paper. With a slight degree of difficulty, Harry tuned out the ramblings from the madwoman about the 'integrity of the drawn arts' in favour for his own musings. (listen)(remember)
He knew the name Cullen. He was absolutely positive of it. It revibrated throughout his mind, echoing and slipping through intangible memories, tantalisingly close yet depressingly out of reach. It generally sparked a great deal of caution and resentment, punctured with brutal fear he could almost taste, heavy and bitter. But then, underneath the swell of emotions that surged up at every glance of shockingly smooth skin and swirling honey eyes (not normal)(oh Merlin)(not normal), there was a faint twinge of relief, barely there, but hardly nonexistent. When he just looked, looked deep at those eyes, all the exact same shade despite the apparent lack of blood (bloo-) relation, smooth relief crept up and overwhelmed the bitter, tangy fear and resentment.
Then again, that may just be Alice. The only one he had managed to get close enough to without allowing his shattered conscience to rule his movements (for a reason)(listen)(please). Her interactions with Harry, gentle and light, was shockingly different from her adopted kin. Whilst their movements were fluid and natural for the most of it, once they found themselves close by him, they grew a jerky, rough quality, as if they were puppets on strings, manoeuvred by an amateur, and this was only from a distance.
This was frightfully similar to the reactions he had been subjected to in his last few weeks in the magical community. (they know)(of course not)
Maybe it was just Alice. Her easy acceptance of Harry despite a single previous encounter and bare humanity (it's right it front of you) desperately needed and welcomed. Calming and soothing his mind.
(no)
(Cullen)(important)
(enem-)(ally-)
(wrong)(unrelated)
(humanity)(important)
(please)
(remember)
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Alice glanced at Harry from the corner of her eye, appearing entrapped in her drawing of a ballet studio.
Miss Givenchy had swept down at them after her ten minute lecture, leaving a depleted box of assorted artistic pencils and Alice the whispered prompt of 'dance'.
She had given Harry the prompt of 'warmth', a word that sped up his heartbeat by the barest amount and result in a sheen not unlike nostalgia to cross his eyes.
Harry had spent almost the entire Miss Givenchy's lecture in a one sided stare-off with his notepad, absentmindedly tapping a drifting beat against the table, so unaware of his surrounding was Harry that Alice doubted he even realised what he was doing.
She was curious as to what had been going through Harry's mind, but simply left it alone. She doubted at the current stage of their practically nonexistent relationship he would appreciate her prying into his each and every thought.
Anyway, she had Edward for that.
Not that he was much help.
In fact, none of siblings were.
Edward was brooding, endlessly frustrated with the effort it took to break into Harry's mind. Despite, Alice felt it important to add, his endless complaints of never having a single moment of silence.
He really needed a girl.
Rosalie was thankfully indifferent, too caught up within her own little world, the romantic relations of Jasper and Alice of little to no concern to her. However, Alice was sure that would not forever be the case. She would eventually gain a slight interest, only on Alice's end though, Jasper would be inconsequential to her.
Though there could be some resistance of integrating Harry into the family if he wished for a Turning, which Alice was sure would happen eventually, the quick glimpses to the future offering her little time, but endless possibilities.
Emmett was, well, Emmett. Incapable of tact or subtlety. According to Jasper he had barely looked away, fascinated in the -as he put it so eloquently put it- 'little boy toy'.
With that combination, Alice could only hope Harry didn't run away screaming. It was a wonder if he hadn't noticed Emmett at the very least, and even that, the pure blatant curiosity, could discourage Harry from interaction.
But the real problem was Jasper.
At the beginning of the day. Jasper had been slightly hopeful, wary and protective of his battered heart, yet still hopeful. Now he was almost completely discouraged. Harry had reacted in an almost volatile way to the mere presence of Jasper, his emotions raging and screaming, tearing down at Jasper with cruel barbed hooks, sinking into his soul with animal ferocity.
It hurt Alice to have seen Jaspers hopes so high, and fallen so far.
But she still had faith. There was no way Harry wouldn't be integrated deeply into their lives. She had seen too much for it to be out of the equation. Simple snippets of happiness and laughter, of a glow to both Jasper's and her own faces she had never thought could grow brighter.
Of shadows slowly slinking away from Harry's face, replaced with a breathtakingly simple smile that left an aching hole in Alice's strong heart, irreplaceable and unfixable until she could see it once more.
Face to face.
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Harry lifted a brow in sheer befuddlement as he examined Alice's sketch of a ballet studio she claimed was 'rough'. It was extremely detailed, the high arching doorways, gleaming bars and mirrors and graceful arches of a lone man, features blank except for a waving shock of golden hair, were absolutely flawless, the colouring exemplary and the scene completely entrapping.
"How." Harry began, clearing his throat in slight embarrassment as he thought of his own artwork. "How did you manage this in less then fifty minutes?"
Alice looked up from her observation of Harry's sketch, an uncoloured rough drawing of a frowning teen, an expansive splay of freckles scattered across his face as he scowled down at an unfinished jumper he held before him, the beginning curve of an undistinguishable letter inscribed in the centre. (prat)(come back)(they)(miss you)(needless to be gone)
She smiled softly. "Lots of practice. But it's hardly perfect; I can see at least five blatantly obvious mistakes from here."
Harry frowned down at the sheet before him, wondering if his Corrective Eyesight Potion was somehow wearing off. (like you need that again)
"Yeah. Just not seeing it. I have some old glasses if you're having trouble seeing?" Harry grinned, teeth gleaming in the light.
Alice gave a bemused trilling laugh, opening her mouth to reply before abruptly freezing, hands grabbing at the desk, pupils dilating as Alice's jaw dropped by just the smallest amount.
"Alice?" Harry asked cautiously, peering at her in confusion. Receiving no reply, Harry slowly reached out a hand (not shaking)(notshaking)(calm)(run), completely ignoring the hustle and bustle as his classmates whirled around him, packing away and chattering.
As Harry cautiously laid a hand on her cold (just like the bodi-) arm, she jerked backwards suddenly, eyes widening as she snapped her mouth close and gave a small self-conscience smile. Harry reeled his hand back as if burned (frozen), heart thudding from anxiety (fear)."Sorry about that." She began, eyes twinkling as she shook her head slightly. "Just got caught up in a memory."
Harry shot her a disbelieving look but decided against pressing the issue, everyone had their secrets. (too many)(let them go)(go)
Alice gave another self-conscience smile, tilting her shoulder in a simple half-shrug. "It happens all the time, but hey! Who wants to live in the present all the time?" She asked, sweeping backwards gracefully, collecting their equipment in her arms and doing her odd little dancing walk back to supplies closet, long after everyone had finished and stood at their desks, calling their names as Miss Givenchy marked them from the roll-call
He turned his attention to the clock above the door, relaying there was ten minutes until Harry could officially finish his first day.
The Boy-Who-Lived sighed, glaring at the door as if might swing open and offer him a short-cut out.
And oddly enough, it did just that.
The old wooden frame swung open quietly, if Harry hadn't been watching it, he doubted he would have ever noticed. Merlin knows no one else did.
In the doorway stood the illustrious Draco Malfoy (prat)(debt) , his demeanour awe-inspiring and black suit perfectly pressed. He would of cut a much more imposing figure of it were not for the one-eared, lanky-limbed ginger man leaning jauntily against his shoulders. Grinning broadly and rather slyly, George Weasley was the very image of carelessness, a baggy, green Weasley jumper with a golden 'F' (falling)(screaming)(crying)(no no nononoNO) emblazoned across the front and ratty, torn jeans.
Harry felt Alice come to a halt beside him as he locked eyes with Malfoy and George. The former with a put-upon look of suffering settling deep into his features and the latter a mad twinkle (rather like)(Dumbledore)(down)(down)(down)(splat) as he winked at Harry.
Harry's heart thumped frantically, breath quickening ever-so-slightly. Why were they here? Harry had just settled in! George himself had been the one to send Harry packing! He hadn't even been given enough to time to say goodbye to everyone before George had booted him from the country!
Swallowing thickly, Harry nodded slightly, lifting his hands up in a clear signal 'Ok, Ok, I will come, just for the love of Merlin, don't cause a scene'
Naturally, George chose to ignore Harry's silent communication, raising a challenging eyebrow, then promptly exploded forward.
"Harry James Potter!" He shrieked, flying through the class at Harry, several students startling violently and giving small startled shrieks, staring at the clearly insane ginger as he swept Harry up in a bone cracking hug.
Harry stiffened at the touch (been a while)(violent)(hurting) and hissed "George!" into the Weasley's ear as he sniggered unobtrusively. Over the twin's shoulder, Harry could see most his class gaping at him and his company as Malfoy whispered something to the shell-shocked Miss Givenchy.
"Oh! How long has it been, Ickle Harrykins!?" George wailed dramatically, pushing Harry away to arm's length and shaking him ruthlessly, before once more crushing him against his chest, sniffing melodramatically.
"I owled you yesterday." Harry growled, wrestling out of his grip and taking a quick step back, attempting and failing spectacularly to ignore the continuous impressions of goldfish by his classmates.
"Too long." George sighed sadly, hanging his head, peeking at Harry through his lashes.
Harry chose not to answer that, choosing to look a Malfoy beseechingly. Malfoy raised his perfectly manicured eyebrows from his position in the doorway and jerked his head slightly to the hallway. Clearly saying- 'Just come with us already, Scarhead, make this easier.'
Breathing deeply, staring at the ceiling for a moment to collect his will and strength required to put up with George (one half)(whole)(whole?) and turned to a bemused looking Alice.
"It was fun talking to you, can I see you Wednesday?" He asked, a coil of anxiety winding tightly deep inside his lungs, Merlin knows why.
Alice beamed knowingly, her answer a crushing hug as she bounced slightly upon her toes.
Harry yelped as he as yanked back by his collar, twisting around to see George tugging impatiently at his shirt. Sighing, Harry allowed himself to be dragged from the classroom, wincing slightly as the door slammed behind him with an almighty bang.
"Hey." Harry greeted Malfoy with a hesitant smile then yelped in shock as the blond cuffed him sharply across the head. "What was that for?" Harry bit out, hand rubbing his head.
Malfoy simply gave him what seemed to be the most disdainful look he had ever mustered. "Don't believe for one second that I am not furious with you, Potter. If this was any other occasion I would be currently destroying you."
Harry yanked himself from George's grip, halting in the centre of the hallway, arms outstretched. "What occasion?" He asked suspiciously.
The response gripped Harry's heart tightly and twisted viciously as his breath was stolen and brain function ceased entirely, vision flickering.
"Fred woke up."
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As the final bell rang, two vampires raced across the school to meet the other.
One had seen an almost inevitable future, one of a Cheshire Cat grin and amazing acts. Of levitation, teleportation, transfiguration, sheer magic and love.
Her heat, if it were to beat, would be stronger than ever before, joyous and optimistic.
The other had broken through mental barriers in a clear moment of weakness. He had been assaulted with fear, pain, hatred and impossible feats. He had seen death and dread and screaming.
His heart, if it were to beat, would have stopped.
To Be Continued
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