Harry Potter Fanfiction (HP/Twi Crossover)

Summary: 8-year-old Harry meets the Cullen family and immediately charms him with his innocence. They adopt him after seeing he's been abused by the Dursleys and finally has a home. But what will happen when Dumbledore realises Harry is gone?

Chapter Four:

Harry sat on a comfortable sofa watching as Emmett played a video game on the TV in front of him. After a full week in hospital he had healed enough to be released into the Cullens care. They hadn't left his side while he was there, chatting to him and caring for him. For the first time in his life he had felt loved and safe. They referred to him as their little brother and son, too. They sounded as though they wanted him, like they were a family.

"Yes!" Emmett shouted having won his game. He jumped up in victory and pulled Harry into his arms to swing him around. Giggles escaped Harry's mouth in surprise whilst his arms latched around Emmett's neck.

"Emmett be careful," Esme reprimanded causing Emmett to carefully put him down, looking guilty.

"We actually need to discuss something with you Hadrian," Carlisle said seriously. Harry's smile began to fade; this was it, they were going to tell him they'd had enough and he was going back to the Dursleys. He should have known it was too good to be true. Harry was pulled from his thoughts by a pair of marble arms wrapping around his waist, lifting him onto someone's lap. Looking up he found Carlisle watching him concerned.

"Are you okay, Hadrian? You became quite unresponsive. I promise you that you aren't in trouble but we do need to talk about something important." Harry nodded slowly, by now the rest of the Cullens had joined them. With a small smile Carlisle continued.

"Now, you have been staying with us for a while and I know that I and my family feel very close to you. We care for you deeply and would like it if you joined our family." Harry froze in Carlisle's arms. Did that mean… no it couldn't… could it? "Hadrian would you like it if we adopted you." A tear rolled down Harry's face as he looked around the room. They wanted him, they truly wanted him. Turning back to face Carlisle, Harry could only smile, nodding all the while. Alice immediately squealed and pulled Harry into her arms.

"We need to go out and celebrate. You're going to need new clothes, toys, presents, cake…"

"Alice, calm down. We have plenty of time to do all that," Jasper laughed, interrupting her. Alice stuck her tongue out at him and hugged Harry closer, causing everyone to laugh. She placed Harry back in Carlisle's lap as everyone settled back with the thoughts of their new family.

The next few days brought them all closer, the worry of acceptance no longer clouding their mind. Alice had been shopping for Harry the day before and had returned with eight bags of new clothes and toys for him. Harry's favourite out of the many new toys was definitely the grey plush wolf toy which he'd refused to let go. Somehow it had been dubbed 'Wolfie' by the family; it wasn't a very imaginative name but it stuck. It seemed to Harry that nothing could ever go wrong. But he was sadly mistaken.

Carlisle had come home from work that day with a serious expression, raising questions almost immediately. With a sigh, Carlisle held up an opened letter and sat down next to Harry.

"It seems that the court date for the Dursleys' trial has been set. It will take place two weeks from now. I'm sorry to tell you this but it's been requested that you attend Hadrian." Harry felt his chest restrict in fear. He had to see them again, he had to face them and stay calm. What if he was seen as being the guilty one? What if he was sent to live with them again? They'd surely kill him. Harry looked back at the Cullens, distress clear in his face.

"Don't worry sweetheart," Esme reassured softly, "We'll be right there beside you and whatever happens you'll still be coming home with us. We are already half way through the adoption papers, so nobody can take you away from us." Harry tried hard to smile at her but it became some sort of a grimace. How could they be so sure? Harry refused to get his hopes up but it was so hard.

"Come on, it'll be fine. We won't leave you," Jasper eased while attempting to calm him with his talent. Harry frowned. Why did he feel funny? He shouldn't start suddenly feeling calm. Harry shrugged it off and leaned into Carlisle seeking comfort. This could be his only time with them and he was determined to make the most of it.