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Harry
Harry appeared with a thundering crack in a clearing a few hundred meters away from his safe house. He cautiously made his way to the secure confines of the fence with his wand out and keeping his eyes open for any hint of movement. Since arriving in this small little town things have gone poorly; an unknown magical creature found his safe house, he was attacked by wolves and that attack had him unconscious for days - not bad for the wizard who vanquished Voldemort, some chosen one he was.
As he reached the fence he lowered his wand and moved towards the front door with a sigh; he felt safer now he was behind the barrier. He knew that no one was going to be able to make their way over the fence; he could still only vaguely remember what happened to that grey wolf who tried to jump over it. There seemed to be gaps in his memory making some of the details fuzzy however he could still remember the wolf who tried to jump the fence and the other one jumping through the air snarling and snapping its powerful jaws, after that it was black.
However for right now all he wanted to do was put the last few days out of his mind. He would contact Hermione and MacMillan that he was okay making up some excuse, shower and finally sleep. As he opened the front door he couldn't help but groan heavily at the sight before him. Sitting on the leather couch was a red faced MacMillan; unlike most people the older witch didn't hide her feelings well as the large purple vein throbbing on her neck gave her away.
"Really Potter? If I didn't know any better I'd have thought you liked being in high risk situations!" She spat out angrily.
Each word seemed to make her neck vein throb even more violently. Harry knew that she was just getting started on this lecture, which she confirmed by moving away from the couch and began to pace before him. Now that she was standing Harry could clearly see how she was dressed and he was almost gob-smacked by her attempt at muggle attire; gone were her deep red robes and travelling cloak that he'd last seen her in, now replaced with a tight tie-died collared shirt, paint speckled bellbottom jeans and she topped the look off with orange high heels and a baseball cap that trapped her wiry grey hair under it. It almost looked as if she was dressed by a hippie – although Harry wasn't sure where the heels came from.
"...after everything, all I gave you was one task, never ever leave the house. Then first chance you get, what do you do?" she huffed before finally taking a much needed breath.
"Look I'm sorry I worried you, however I didn't think I had much of a choice. The house was surrounded, if I need to fight to defend myself or my friends, I will." Harry said firmly.
MacMillan just rolled her grey eyes at Harry. "Don't push your luck Potter. Dare I ask what happened to that?" She gestured to Harry's shoulder; her anger had obviously been spent after her rage ridden lecture. Harry could tell that she was mildly concerned however he knew she was an auror - a fighter. He hoped that she wouldn't be too concerned with an injury especially one that had been taken care of.
"It's fine. Apparently I lost a lot of blood but it's been taken care of." Harry concluded. He really didn't want her to make a big deal of it. All he wanted now was to sink into the softness of his bed and forget the last few days happened.
"Fine." MacMillan grumbled bitterly pursing her lips together so tightly they paled.
"How did you know I wasn't here? Were you just coming to check up on me?" Harry was hoping to distract her from his injury. After all it was clear that a muggle had tended to it as it was still covered in bandages, the last thing Harry wanted was to point the temper fuelled witch towards Jacob.
"Actually you have Granger to thank for that. She contacted me saying that something was wrong and that I should check up on you immediately. I'll admit that it wasn't easy convincing McGonagall to cough up your portkeys location at first but once I told her of Granger's concerns it was easy..."
Harry could tell from the smug look that crept onto MacMillan's toad like face, that he'd regret asking that question.
"...however I should thank you for reminding me. I guess I shouldn't be shocked that Granger found a way to keep you three in contact. When I find out how she did it, all three of you will regret it, I don't appreciate my job being made harder just so you three can stay up all night chatting and gossiping." she promised with a dark glare that reminded him painfully of Snape.
Harry pushed Snape from his mind and bite down on his tongue so he didn't respond. He didn't want to make her task of protecting them any harder and Hermione's logic behind the mirrors and being in contact certainly had nothing to do with chatting and gossiping.
"Now, if you'll excuse me Potter I've got some jobs that I must attend to." She said as she straightened her shirt and brushed non-existent dust from her jeans. Harry could tell that she was uncomfortable in her chosen getup but then again he knew that any muggle would be as well.
"I suggest you go up to your room and contact Granger and Weasley, your friends are very gutsy to threaten me that if I didn't find you within twenty four hours they were coming to look for you themselves." MacMillan smirked.
Harry was a little surprised that she appeared to find the thought of their threat amusing especially when she had just admitted that she hated her job being made complicated. Being glad to get out of there, Harry moved towards the table and while trying not to look suspicious he swiped the mirror from the table he had left there before the wolf attack and headed to his room. When he got to his room he threw himself onto his bed and buried his face into the soft pillow as he sank into the beds soft embrace.
Flashes of the last few days began whirring around his head; from leaving his two best friends, the disagreeable Macmillan and of course the odd Cullen boy and the wolves. However each time his mind leapt to a new situation it always came back to the cute boy Jacob. Harry had known he was gay since his fourth year. He kissed a fellow Gryffindor a few times between his fourth year and sixth but he'd never forget that one special guy - his first boyfriend. He didn't look or act anything like Jacob but he couldn't deny that he found Jacob attractive and sweet.
Harry was brought out of it by a familiar voice.
"Harry!"
Harry quickly grabbed the mirror from the foot of the bed where he'd thrown it in his attempt to rush to his bed and beamed at the face of Hermione.
"Oh thank god Harry, we've been so worried about you!" she bawled out.
While they were on the run, their appearances didn't always look one hundred percent however Harry couldn't help feel a little guilty looking at her face as if something was squirming in his gut. She had always looked tired however her eyes were red and puffy as though she'd been crying and the bags under those blood-shot eyes looked a lot darker almost making her look a bit like a raccoon.
"Yeah, sorry 'Mione..." Harry grimaced bracing himself for the upcoming onslaught.
"What happened Harry? And don't you dare lie to me!" she demanded with a passionate look.
With that Harry launched into his retelling of his last few days. He couldn't remember much of when he was unconscious but he could guess some of that part. As he was telling Hermione about the odd magical creature that first arrived and the large wolves, she was understandably upset.
"Oh Harry...did you tell MacMillan?" she muttered her eyebrows furrowing together.
"Not yet, she mainly just yelled at me and then exclaimed that she had some work to do then left." Harry scoffed.
"Harry you know she was probably just concerned..." she said with a slight smirk.
Harry just giggled at the thought of that temperamental witch admitting that she was concerned about anyone.
"Maybe 'Mione, I doubt it but maybe." Harry answered trying to not sound condescending.
"Anyway this stranger, tell me everything you can about him...oh and those wolves. I want to research this, it seems so strange." she admitted with a slight blush. He assumed that her new colouring was just due to being stumped, it was a truly rare thing that she was completely lost on a topic. Feeling sympathetic for his friend, Harry went into further detail about his encounters after which she gave him a satisfied nod.
"So if you were attacked by some wolf… who treated you? A local doctor or hospital - after all I'm certain you didn't." She deduced with a hint of repressed sass. Harry just grinned politely back at his friend, remembering back to a few weeks ago when she took a bit of offense after offering to teach him some healing magic and he just informed her that he'd prefer playing exploding snap with Ron. Only Hermione and Ron seemed to have the ability to take his mind of anything that was hounding him, no matter how small or massive that issue might be.
"I'm not sure who treated me, Jacob didn't mention anything about them...judging from how it was done I'm guessing that they had medical training...so I guess the local doctor." Harry guessed feeling fairly confident with his reasoning.
"Wait, who's Jacob?"
Harry could feel his face getting a little hot and hoped that Hermione wouldn't notice it. He wasn't planning on telling anyone about Jacob, at least not yet. Unfortunately judging from the sly smile he guessed that she'd figured it out.
"Well, Harry?" She pressed
"He's the guy who found me...he and his Dad found me in the woods and brought me back with them to treat my wound." Harry said quickly trying to look innocent.
"Right and what does this Jacob look like?" She said her sly smile transforming into a broad one.
'Dazzling smile...stunning good looks and muscles that threatened to tear his shirt to shreds if he breathed too heavily...' Harry thought to himself instead he answered trying to keep his voice casual sounding. "Err...well...he's fairly tall, has brown eyes...why do you ask Hermione?"
"Oh no particular reason Harry." she said her now beaming grin lighting up her face.
Thankfully Hermione had dropped the subject almost entirely after that, although much to Harry's chagrin that beaming smile never faulted. They spent the next fifteen minutes catching up on what the order had been up to in Harry's absence and any news Hermione or Ron had found out about what was happening with their friends and family back in England.
"Now I know that you're okay Harry, I should probably go get some rest before Ron calls. I'll look into these two creatures and see what I can find. In the meantime you should probably brew a blood replenishing potion, after all better being on the safe side. I'll let Ron know you're okay so that you can brew your potion and get some sleep."
"Good night Har..." Hermione started.
"-before you go Hermione you haven't told me how to use the mirrors...they aren't working for me." he admitted sheepishly.
"I charmed them that if you want to contact one of us, you just have to touch the mirror and call out our middle names. I thought it would be safer in case the mirrors ended up in the wrong hands." she answered. Harry couldn't help but be impressed yet again with Hermione. Harry then thanked Hermione and they bid each other goodnight. As her face dissolved in the reflective surface of the mirror Harry could tell why she recommended the blood replenishing potion; he had apparently not fully recovered from his attack and hitting his head as he was white as a ghost.
Harry put the two-way mirror safely into his backpack and reluctantly made his way out of his room in the direction of the potions lab. He knew that potions had never been his strong suit at school, even if the reason had mainly been Snape; he had managed to pass Potions with strong results in his sixth year, he chalked it up to a combination between using Snape's old Half-Blood Prince textbook and being free from the disruptive glare and insults that the real Snape inflicted upon him.
When he got to the potions lab he found a pewter cauldron was hanging over a small fire in the centre of the stone room. It was already bubbling away happily emitting a red smoke that flowed elegantly down the side. Harry walked closer to the potion to see if he could identify what was being brewed. Inside was a deep red potion that smelled strongly of ash, on the small prepping table Harry could see a large red bottle with the top removed - Salamander Blood. Harry was almost certain that MacMillan had the same idea that Hermione did and had already started preparing the blood replenishing potion.
The wooden door behind him squeaked as MacMillan strode in.
"Good your finally done Potter, you can finish this potion yourself while I head into town. Now the only part left to do is add the few drops of Salamander Blood while stirring the cauldron in a clockwise direction, four times." she instructed. "I understand that you're useless at potions however surely even you can handle that."
"Yes, I'm sure I can handle that." Harry ground out. With a slight nod, she spun around and left Harry alone with the crimson potion. He had heard that somehow MacMillan, like all her family had been a Hufflepuff. Harry was sure that someone must have used a powerful confundus charm on the sorting hat that day; she wasn't anything like the kind, warm and happy Hufflepuff's that he knew, she'd probably make a better Slytherin or maybe a mean Gryffindor.
Harry finished the blood replenishing potion and took a spoonful of the sickening potion; it was thick and gloopy and tasted worse than any medicine that he'd had before. After he was done he got a few spare vials and filled them with the potion in case he needed it for the morning. He was beginning to feel weary so once he placed the vials in his pocket he took out his wand and pointed it at the still full cauldron.
"Evanesco" he yawned out. Instantly the contents of the cauldron vanished leaving the inside of it, looking almost brand new. Harry left the potions lab and retreated to his bed where he was looking forward to resting peacefully for a change.
Jacob
Jacob was in a full blown panic. When he reached his bedroom instead of finding Harry lying in his bed like he expected, he was met with an empty room. After quickly searching the house, Jacob ran out his front door and phased running towards the forest. He knew he had a much better chance of finding Harry if he was in his wolf form where he could rely on his heightened senses.
He had no idea how Harry got out of his room without coming down stairs, it was the only way out of the house; there were no water pipes or drains that lined the outside of the house for him to shimmy down, there were nearby ledges or anything he could easily jump to, there just wasn't an easy way down. As he crossed each of the possibilities out in his mind of how his mate escaped, a sickening thought struck Jacob - Harry must have dropped from his bedroom window. When Doctor Leech came over to check out Embry and Harry, he made it very clear that with his head injury he was to take it easy for a few days' even weeks to be safe. Dropping from that high onto the cement path underneath wasn't safe...What if his Harry was hurt somewhere? With that thought in mind he willed himself to move faster, he had to find Harry and ensure that he was okay no matter what.
Jacob was shocked that he couldn't smell Harry's scent anywhere. Before he was able to sniff out Harrys intoxicating scent from what seemed likes miles and now when he had run from his house he couldn't get even a hint of anything. He wasn't sure what made him run towards Harry's house, after all Harry was new in town and wouldn't know the way from Jacob's house to his own. Nevertheless Jacob turned around and ran.
When he finally got to the house, Jacob remained in the shadows. After he told Harry that a wolf had attacked him he didn't want to scare him further by appearing to him in his wolf form. After a few minutes Jacob could hear Harry's soft tone coming from the back of the house. While trying to keep himself as hidden as possible he made his way over towards Harry's voice. He couldn't make out what Harry was saying but knowing that he had somehow made it home safe made his heart calm down slightly.
Suddenly a new scent had filled the air Jacob huffed at the smell it reminded him of Seth's old socks and moth balls. Not sure if the new smell could be a threat to him or Harry he tore himself away from what he assumed was Harry's bedroom window and resumed his earlier position at the front of the house, ready to attack.
He saw a chubby older woman hobble down out the door and make her way into the front yard, just staring up at the house in front of her. Jacob's first impression was that this woman was a bit of a loon; the lady was dressed as though she had just stepped out from Woodstock – except her high heels kind of gave her away. When she removed a gnarled black stick from her pocket and begun muttering to herself this only confirmed his suspicions.
"Jake!" Seth bellowed
"I'm busy, what do you want?" he replied.
"Sam wants you at the tribal meeting." Seth informed him carefully as though expecting a harsh reaction from Jacob.
"Well, Sam can wait a second, like I said I'm busy." Jacob snapped. He didn't trust this weird woman to be around his Harry, she obviously had a few screws loose and with Harry still recovering it mightn't end well. So if Sam or the elders wanted to speak with him, they could wait a few minutes.
"Jake, they are talking about what to do about Harry you should go - now." Seth forcibly replied. Jake froze at Seth's words; he felt his insides turn to stone at the thought of someone passing judgment on his sweet imprint.
"I can't...I need to watch out for Harry, I don't trust this old bat that's with him" Jacob revealed to his friend.
He knew that Sam wouldn't stand up for Harry and if anything harsh was decided there wouldn't be anyone to protect Harry.
"If you need me to and if it'll get you to Sam before he kills us - I'll watch over Harry until you get back." Seth offered.
"Fine!" Growled Jake. Jacob could sense that Seth was a little on edge, probably thinking that he was angry with him. However Jake was more upset by this situation, all he wanted to do was be with Harry.
"Don't let him out of your sight but keep yourself hidden. If he sees you he will probably freak out after what that bastard did!" Jake tried to keep the fury out of his voice but he knows he didn't succeed.
"Jake...you know that Paul -" Seth began keeping his voice gentle as possible before Jacob abruptly cut him off.
"Do not talk about that piece of shit around me...ever!" Jake ordered furiously.
"Sorry Jake." Seth muttered weakly. "I'm almost there why don't you head off."
"No. I'll wait for you to get here. I don't want Harry left alone with this bitch for a second."
A few minutes later a sandy coloured wolf jumped out of the shrubs behind where Jake was waiting completely lost listening to the soft velvet sound of Harrys voice.
"Go Jacob. I'll keep you notified if something happens okay? Just get to the meeting as fast as you can."
Jake gave Seth a slight nod before spinning around and tearing through the path that Seth had just appeared from.
As he ran through the forest, dodging fallen trees and shrubs he could feel the earth under his paws as he pushed his muscles harder, he had to reach Harry before the council did something they would regret. He didn't care what they thought of Harry he knew in his heart that he wasn't a threat to them. After all as a wolf's imprint he was meant to be allowed into the circle of trust and allowed to know about their tribe's history and the pack. There was no way that he was going to let anyone stand in between his raven haired mate and himself.
Harry
"Potter! Get up already!" Screamed MacMillan from the other side of Harry's bedroom door. As Harry stirred he couldn't help being reminded of how Aunt Petunia used to rap on his door and bellow about getting up so he could cook for them or some other tiresome chore. He groaned heavily into his pillow at the thought of the Dursley's. They'd spent so much of his life making him miserable and the last time that Harry saw them was when he sent them into hiding before the battle of Hogwarts. Ron thought he was absolutely mental for saving them, he recommended that they somehow leak their location to the deatheaters. Harry had been completely floored by his friends attitude, after all no matter if Uncle Vernon had the temperament of a pissed of pit bull or that each word out of Aunt Petunia's thin, pasty lips were coated in venom - they were the last of his family.
Harry dragged himself up off the cosy warmth of the bed that his tired body still seemed to yearn for and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up slowly dragged himself over to the mirror on the far side of the room. He couldn't take his eyes of his shoulder; the bandages were no longer tight around his skin but loose showing the purplish skin underneath. As he got ready he made sure that he put on his dark blue jacket so he could hide his shoulder from MacMillan. The last thing he wanted was another lecture or another snide comment; he suspected it would be something to the standard of - 'Serves you right Potter, the pain in your shoulder should teach you a valuable lesson.'
Leaving his bedroom Harry made his way downstairs and into the living room where MacMillan was already sitting on the couch waiting for him; her beady grey eyes focused intently on the flickering fire before her. Once he had sat in the sat opposite her she tore her eyes away from the stone fireplace to lock eyes with Harry; he hated looking into her eyes something about them seemed cold and distant.
"Sit down Potter and I'll inform you of what will happen now." she ordered crossing her pudgy arms.
Harry really didn't like the way this was sounding.
"Now since you've spent less than a week in your new location and have already been a target for trouble I've added stronger muggle repelling charms onto the safe house -" she began.
"Wait! While the extra charms seems like a good idea what about the people who've already seen it. What will the house look like to outsiders?" he questioned choosing to ignore the icy stare of the Order member in front of him.
"I'll deal with them Potter and not that it particularly matters but to muggles it's enchanted to look like a condemned property - trust me after what I did no one will want to come close to here." she smirked darkly.
"As I was saying Potter..." she continued with a warning look, obviously not wanting to be interrupted again. Harry didn't care though if she preferred not to be interrupted, if he had a question on what she had done he was going to ask it.
"...I've increased some of the protection charms around the house and I've also got some order members arriving tomorrow..."
"Who's com-?"
"Potter if you interrupt me one more time I promise to show you why I'm a well-regarded auror!" she spat out. Harry knew that she was trying to protect him and his friends but if she was starting to get on his last nerve, between that letter she left for him, the secrets and treating him like he was a child made of glass - he was going to explode.
Seeing Harry close his mouth seemed to make MacMillan more comfortable and after sending another not subtle stare at Harry she continued.
"Right...now...There are a couple of members of the Order coming tomorrow to watch over you. They'll be reporting straight to me so if you get into any trouble Potter I can come down and help before things get out of hand...again."
Again she was acting like he was a child; he and his two friends had survived a year on the run around Britain dodging deatheaters and snatchers before killing one of the most powerful dark wizards in the last century. Now after all that he is being assigned babysitters as if he were still in diapers.
"Also I've enrolled you at Forks High school -"
"What!" Harry screamed his eyes bulging.
She held up her hand to silence Harry as she grimaced at his continuing interruptions.
"Yes Potter muggle high school. I went around town and discovered that some local teenage boy was seen carrying a stranger through town. This stranger apparently had shaggy black hair, white skin and was about your height...Do you know anyone that fits that description, Potter?" She asked sarcastically.
"Umm...well..." Harry turned away and stared at the fire next to him trying to think of something to get him out of this situation. Obviously seeing that her words that a desired outcome she cleared her throat and as Harry turned he saw a very smug expression reminding him of Percy Weasley when he was Head Boy; he used to strut around the castle thinking he owned everything, his ego seemed to grow with each detention he gave and each house point he took.
"Save it. Point is that several people in town have now seen your face, some have even been gossiping about the unknown stranger. Apparently their lives are extremely dull seeing as they were so entertained by you being carried down the street. And since your underage in America they would expect you to go to school Potter." She explained.
"Couldn't you have just wiped their memories?" Harry whined. The last thing that Harry wanted was to go back to school especially because since he stopped going to muggle school when he was eleven and he would be extremely behind. Unluckily for Harry it appeared that MacMillan didn't care in the slightest about it.
"Wiping memories Potter can be dangerous and with so many people having seen you or heard about you, it makes things more complicated. It would be easier to just have you go to school with appropriate protection. Someone will be along tomorrow to escort you to the school, so ensure that you're ready by seven sharp Potter." she said barking out her orders before exhaling slightly. "Now that we've finally got through that you'll need to get some more sleep. That blood replenishing potion will work better while you're asleep and you've barely had four hours."
Jacob
The tribal meeting had done very poorly as far as Jacob was concerned. As soon as it had concluded he phased and ran back towards Harry's house as soon as he could, allowing the fury of the day to fuel his speed. Jacob noticed Paul and Sam make a move towards him just before the council had finished, however he proved too quick for them. He didn't want to hear Sam order them to make up or whatever trash apology Paul had cooked up; Paul owed Harry the apology and as far as Jacob was concerned it had better be a great one.
Jacob landed softly next to Seth and quickly transformed back to his human form.
"Well, how'd the meeting go?" Seth asked cautiously trying to read Jacobs facial expressions.
Jacob just grunted towards Seth and began looking around the property for intruders before staring up at Harry's window. He could clearly see Harry near his window smiling into what looked like his hand mirror. Jacob was a little confused about the hand mirror but he couldn't rip his eyes away from Harry's angelic face and intoxicating grin. A slight cough from next to him brought him out of his little daydream.
"Err, Jake I'm gonna need more than a grunt as if you're some caveman." Seth teased.
"While everyone agreed that Harry didn't attack us they believe that he knows something and want to confront him about it..." Jake couldn't help but bite out the last part venomously.
"Oh." Seth said weakly trying to process what he was just told.
"Yeah…oh. At first they wanted Sam to confront Harry but we both know if Sam did it, it would be more of an interrogation." The mere thought of the pack Alpha trying to get information out of his Harry made his blood boil.
"Well who's going to do it then?" Seth asked cocking his head.
"Me." Jacob said simply staring at Seth out of the corner of his eye as though daring him to say anything about it, however Seth just nodded slowly.
"What about Paul and what he did to Harry?"
Jacob could feel his anger flare up at the mention of Paul's name, in an attempt to calm himself down he threw a punch into a nearby tree. Normally when he let his frustrations out like this, the cracks that appeared in the tree trunk like a spider web alleviated some of his emotions – not this time.
"Sam's got him doing all my patrols for a month and he's gonna say sorry to me and Harry." Jacob said through gritted teeth.
"So is that it? Harry will be followed and questioned while Paul gets a minor punishment. Did they speak about anything else?"
"Actually they did. Yesterday Leah and Sam while on patrol came across the scent of two vampires neither of them were the Cullen's.
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