Hi guys, so here's chapter 3. I'd like it if you could comment what you think about this story, please. It would mean a lot to me, thank you.

Once again, sorry for any and all grammar mistakes this is still unbeta'd.

Enjoy

~Tee

Chapter 3

It was warm, and she was wrapped up in something soft. It felt like the finest of material against her roughened skin. There were voices, loud and powerful. And then there were softer tones, floating like air. She was unwilling to open her eyes because she had a fear that this was a dream, and if she opened her eyes it would all fall away, she'd be in her space under the stairs with dust and spiders. But the sounds that resonated in her ears were too real. Ever so slowly she opened her eyes, it was blurry. Tentative fingers touched her face, and found no glasses, nothing. Her eyes squinted as she tried to look at her surroundings, it was definitely not her normal sleeping arrangements, it looked as if she was a sofa of some sorts covered in multiple different blankets and quilts. The floors were wooden with a rug, the walls covered in pictures all to blurry to make out. For a moment she forgot about her arm, and when she went to push herself up she cried out in pain, quickly she covered her mouth only to find her arm was in something, it looked strange but it helped it from hurting so.

The conversations were silent, and Harriet froze. Her heart began beating loudly in her ears, its rapid palpitations sounded like drums. She moved to make herself small, unnoticeable. It was better than being noticed, it keep her safe, she began to duck under the blankets when the floor creaked right behind her. The sound of bare feet moved around her, Harriet dared not to open her eyes and even squeezed them tighter till tiny stars danced against the darkness of her lids. Something heavy landed near her feet, frozen in fear she waited for something to happen. The thing that stood in front of her did not move, hesitantly she opened her eyes. Under the blankets all she saw was a shadow, large and imposing as it blocked out the light. Than it moved and shrunk, folding in on itself till it was at level with her. Its head or what looked like its head tilted to the side as if looking at her. Harriet's breathing was too loud in her ears, it was beginning to get hot underneath her coverings.

"Hello?" A voice called out, it rumbled in her bones. She brought her knees tighter against her chest. "Are you hungry?". What a strange question Harriet thought, why would the monster care if she was hungry, maybe it wanted her to get fat so it could eat her. She shook her head 'no'. The sound of laughing followed suit. Harriet squinted her eyes, and tried to see clearer in the limited lighting from the blanket. Were they making fun of her, whatever they ar. How dare they. The sound of movement drew her attention once more to the figure that stood in front of her, something crinkled. "Can I give you something?" When Harriet didn't answer, she heard a sigh.

"I promise not to bite, I'll leave it right in front of the blanket okay?" She watched as the shadow's arm moved closer to her, and something was placed in front of her. When the arm retracted, Harriet waited a moment to make sure it wasn't going to pick it back up before she stuck her good hand out and searched for the object. She couldn't find it and was about to give up when a warm, callused hand meet hers. She jumped as it quickly disposed of whatever she was searching for, she pulled her arm back under her safety blanket and looked at what seemed to be a colorful round piece of foil with pinched ends. It was amber colored with white swirls decorated on the front and back., she brought the tiny piece of foil to her nose and sniffed. Ignoring the soft laughter, she found the scent to be sweet. Was it candy?

She slowly opened the sweet and found inside an opaque candy the same color as the wrapping. Harriet popped it in her mouth, and grinned. It was butterscotch! Though she wasn't able to have candy with her aunt and uncle didn't mean she couldn't steal a piece or two during the holidays. So she knew what butterscotch tasted like and she quite liked it.

"See? I told you she'd like it," The voice seemed to be conversing with someone else, Harriet pushed the tiny sweet into her cheek and listened.

"I can't believe you just gave her candy Sam, what if it upsets her stomach?" The voice that answered was softer than the deep rumbling of the thing in front of her.

"But she took it, which means she likes it Leah."

"I...ugh Sam!" Harriet was tempted to see what was happening outside of her blankets, but she was also scared. Biting her tongue she slowly uncovered her face, the sunlight was a harsh comparison to its diluted hues underneath. She squinted tiring to see, it was a person standing no, he was sitting in front of her, his legs were crossed and he was looking right at her. She squeaked, and went to pull the blankets back up.

"Wait!" A large dark hand was waved in front of her face, "Don't hide, please" Harriet paused, watching him. He smiled then, his teeth were really white and really big, she thought. Her good hand was holding the blanket tightly, the other hand twitched in pain. Something must have showed on her face because the figures features become one of concern, but why did he have to be concerned about her? She only saw that look on Aunt Petunia when Dudley got hurt, and she knew that Petunia cared and loved her son, so it made sense for her to be worried about him. But no one ever was worried about her, because no one cared for her. Which threw her off when the man before ask if she was okay.

She nodded, deciding not to tell him that no she hurt. She'd hurt before and hopefully it would go away. The man nodded slowly, and looked as if he didn't believe her. He glanced at something over her shoulder, and then back to her. Someone said something farther away, she couldn't hear it but it sounded like a phone being put back on the receiver. Aunt Petunia liked to slam the phone down after calling teacher, asking why her son's grades were lower than the freaks. Though she called her Harriet, when talking to other people and not freak.

"Why don't I introduce myself, my name is Sam Uley. And this is my wife's and I's house." Harriet glanced at his eyes, they were dark from what she could tell. They crinkled at the edges when he smiled at her.

Sam watched the little girl in front of him, she never quite looked at him in the face always to the side or at the air around him. He thought maybe she saw something he didn't, but then he noticed she squinted a lot. Her emerald eyes were framed by long black lashes, and her little button nose would raise up when she did squint. He found that adorable. Her right cheek was puffed out, most likely the butterscotch candy was being chump mucked in that cheek. Sam would get an ear full later that day about bribing her with sweets, but looked it worked. There in front of him sat young Harriet, wild black hair and all.

When Emily called Carlisle and began talking to him about Harriet, Sam and the rest of the Pack noticed that once more Harriet was awaking. This time she seemed to be more aware, Sam tried to walk over to her without scaring her but it failed as she had hide under the blankets. As if that would protect her.

"-am I?" He must have dozed off for a second, he only caught half of what she said. Her voice was so soft, it was almost smothered by the blanket she held to her face. "Hmm?" He questioned.

She glared at him, green eyes flashing before repeating her previous question softly "Can you tell me where am I?" Huh, she had an english accent.

"Washington State, in the United States of America" Apparently that wasn't what he was meant to say. Harriet's eyes filled with tears, and she began to cry. "Shit," He didn't know what he did wrong, he looked at the rest of the Pack and the all shrugged their shoulders. They didn't know what was happening either, Emily his beautiful and every so smart love was making her way over to them both. When Harriet sobbed out, "Do...do they know?" Snot was running down her face, and Sam itched to wipe it off and hold her.

"Who are they?" Emily was now next to him, Harriet's reddened eyes glanced at her, gaze never pausing over the scars that marked Emily's face. Emily only smiled softly and asked again, brown eyes warm and caring. "Who?"

"Aunt Petunia an' Uncle Vernon," Harriet's voice cracked, and she little body began to shake.

"Are you asking if they know you're here? Than no, they don't. Do want us to contact them?" Sam inquired and her head shook so hard he was afraid it would snap, tears were still sliding down her face, pooling at the collar of his old shirt. "No? Why?"

She bunched up some blankets and hide her face in the spotted patterns of purple and grey, her green little blanket was around her shoulders. The pair of deer seemed to be looking at them with their black stretched. "...scared."

Something heavy was beginning to build in Sam's chest, he could tell Emily was thinking the same thing as him at that moment. He glanced over to his brothers and sister, they all had a dark expression on their faces. Thankfully Harriet had yet to notice anyone else, or she'd probably be too scared to say anything more. Paul was gripping the already broke tile of the island, Jacob was chewing on a knuckle. Everyone was trying their best to be quiet.

"Are you scared of them? Then don't worry little one, they won't be able to find you. We won't allow it," Did Sam ever mention how much he loved his fiance, because he loves her so much. Harriet sniffed, and blinked. The tears were slowing down now, her little nose and cheeks were red. Emily smiled at her, and opened her arms as if to hug her. "Can I hold you? I promise to keep anyone who means you harm away, and if they don't listen to me then they can talk to my friends."

Sam watched as Emily winked her right eye, and stage whispered to the girl eyed girl. "And my friends are wolves."

It was comical to see Harriet's eyes widen, "Wolves?...Wow", then she leaned forward and whispered back. "Do they eat people?"

"No, people make their tummies hurt. They like hamburgers and hotdogs better." Emily answered, face quite serious. Her arms were still open, and little Harriet moved closer. She was giggling, then her face was scrunched up in what looked like deep thought. "I'd like hamburgers too over peoples." She then moved into Emily's arms, her body so tiny still embraced between Emily's human form.

Emily gathered her up against her chest, holding her head between her shoulder and neck. "I'll keep you safe little one."

"My name is Harriet, Harriet Potter. But you can call me Harry" Harriet whispered into her shoulder, her tiny arms were wrapped around her neck. Her hair a wild mess, and eyes so ever green and bright, Emily grinned as she ran her fingers through the ebony mess, she'd have to braid it again. "Hello little Harry, my name is Emily. The man next to us is Sam, he is very precious me. He too knows some wolf friends."

"Do they like hotdogs and hamburgers too?" Harry's little voice mumbled, as green eyes held fast with Sam's amber warm gaze.

"No, they like muffins and cookies more." And they all smiled, as they watched little harry's giggles echo the room. Something warm and pleasant like drifted over them, it was nice.

"Carlisle? Dear what is wrong?" Esme noticed when Carlisle walked down the stairs into the living room his face was deep in thought.

"Oh , nothing love. Just a house call." He said.

"A house call, from where?"

"La Push,"