Going Against the Storm
Twilight/Harry Potter Crossover
Warnings: Touches on the subject of child abuse, sexual abuse, self-mutilation, torture, and death in children. Warned enough? :P
AN: Next chapter up and running!
Harry kept his eyes on the flowers in front of him as the vampire mother walked around humming to herself. They were both in the gardens with everyone else gone like always in the day. Harry had been awake for a number of weeks that he couldn't remember, and he had cursed Fate out once again for putting himself in this situation.
Emmett, his mate, was slowly getting to his heart. The vampire was so lovable and cuddly that Harry really couldn't fight that pout he made when he came back from school when he wanted a hug and a kiss. As much as Harry wanted to leave and go about his wish that Fate won't allow him to do: he couldn't just leave Emmett. He was taking care of him as his magic ''recharged'' as Emmett so cleverly put it; while at the same time, working his way into Harry's locked down heart that he built over his life. Emmett was a joker, and he was also a sensitive loving guy who was really working hard to keep in his right mind and not claim him where he stood. Harry knew that Emmett hadn't used an order on him again like when he first awakened, and he didn't know if he would use it again on him to get what he wanted. Harry could fight him off; no if's there, but Harry didn't want to.
He did however; want to get back into contact with the Wizarding World to see what was happening. He was hoping that an owl would come to him like they always did when he needed something, but he had been waiting for days. Harry took it as a long flight for an owl that had to cross an ocean. Harry needed to know if anything had happened and if they needed his service again. Jasper had asked what being a soldier for the Wizarding World was like; Harry had said it was draining as something was always going wrong and the people were lazy. When something so small happened, like a school fight, they had to be there to stop and judge whether to snap wands or not. It was a harsh judgment these days but since the war, the Minister of Magic had been very strict with fights. Wands were snapped and people were thrown in low security prison for a few days when they did something minor. Harry had thought it was stupid, but since the war: he hadn't been too opposed to the idea of taking magic away from them.
Jasper had asked when they took the magic away from the offenders if they passed away. Harry said no; because there magic was bound for a period of time, not taken away if the offense was light. When a wizard died, their magic faded into the Earth and went to someone else. The little miracles in life to the muggles were fading and transferring magic to a newborn child that would have magic. You couldn't take that and no one dared to. It was really a warning of what could happen if they did snap their wands and take away the magic. While wizards depended heavily on their magic, like Carlisle had suspected, they can survive without their magic. Harry had for eleven years; not using magic once in fear of his uncle's punishments. Not that Harry told them about his relatives. It's possible, just somewhat painful until they adjust to life without magic. Edward had voiced that it sounded a little cruel, and Harry agreed to a point. Harry had said: as a soldier, you have to know when enough is enough and the limit of justice is drawn. It sounded cruel; to snap someone's soul wand and take their magic, but it was bringing peace back to the Wizarding World slowly, and showing who the enemy was if they missed some.
Harry could still remember the memory of that.
''Why do your people depend on magic so much?'' Jasper asked him curiously.
Harry turned his head towards Jasper from his position in Emmett's lap. They were lounging on the couch together as they had been doing for a few hours now. Harry felt tired and Emmett wanted to be near him.
''People in the Wizarding World grow up using their magic so it doesn't overflow from their core. Not using magic is deadly when you make so much at certain times. Using magic for the littlest of things can use up some of the excess magic you make.'' Harry explained. ''I myself never even heard of magic until I got my letter for Hogwarts School was Witchcraft and Wizardry.'' Harry chuckled at that memory of getting his letter – letters to be exact
Emmett looked down to Harry amused. ''Good memory?'' He asked as he continued to card his hand through the black silky strands of Harry's hair.
''Very. Most eleven year olds get one letter of admittance. I got about three thousand due to them all being thrown away.'' Harry admitted with a grin. ''Albus Dumbledore doesn't take no for an answer, and neither does Hogwarts herself.''
Carlisle piped up. ''I remember Albus Dumbledore.'' He said, going Harry's attention. ''Wonderful man; a bit strange, but wonderful.'' Carlisle said delicately.
Harry snorted. ''He was a loony old bat who seriously needed to be in Saint Mungos for being barmy.'' He said with no hesitance.
Carlisle let out a laugh. ''Very true.'' He admitted.
''But Albus was like a grandfather to me. I didn't have family until he came along.'' Harry said calmly. ''He practically raised me when I turned seven and I was kicked out of the place I was staying at in London. The family wouldn't care for me, and Albus was the one who sent me food, clothes, books. I never knew who it was until I turned twelve who was taking care of me, but I was thankful for the help I got.''
''Is this your mentor?'' Edward asked him and set his book down on the table next to him.
Harry nodded. ''Yes; he taught me everything I know, and a little extra. It was no secret that I was his favorite student, as I was to mostly every teacher from who my parents were. Albus was the only one to look past my striking resemblance to my father and my mother's eyes. He always saw me as an individual. I couldn't be more thankful to him for doing just that.''
Esme sat down next to Carlisle on his chair. ''Where your parents well known?'' She asked.
Harry shrugged. ''For what they did before they died. The reason I fought in the war so hard was for their memory that Voldemort was taunting every time we saw each other.'' Harry said and shook his head. ''I never hated that man. While what he had done was wrong, we weren't so different. He of all people knew that. I fought that thought every second of battle we had when he was always talking to me so calmly; with pity and understanding.'' Harry said with disgust.
''He was, as he said, a merciful lord.'' He admitted softly.
''You've seen Lord Voldemort in person, and lived to tell the tale?'' Carlisle asked shocked as he sat up on his chair.
Harry gave a short nod. ''The only one. Not even my godson made it out of the war.''
''How old was he?'' Alice asked quietly and saddened.
''He would be four years today; he was a half werewolf, half animorph; son to my honorary godfather.'' Harry stated easily. ''He was killed when I had to leave him in the house to fight off Death Eaters. I couldn't get back to him in time to take him to safety like I planned. Voldemort claims the baby was not the target; he only wanted to speak, but the roof collapsed on him, and he was only a month old. Even his magic couldn't save him.'' Harry shrugged and felt Emmett put a hand on his stomach like he always did for comfort these past few days.
''Where was your godfather? Wasn't it his son?'' Rosalie asked as she continued to file her nail.
Harry looked to her sharply, making her eyes go to his quickly. ''Teddy. His name was Teddy, and he was not an ''it''. He was a wonderful baby, and loved to smile as he change his looks to look like me. His inner-werewolf had claimed me as his father when his father had been murdered saving my life from his Alpha and creator when he was only a newborn and his own mate had died beside him.'' Harry defended before turning away from her. Harry was done with her right now and he drew in his little magic quickly.
''I apologize on Rosalie's behalf, Regulus. She doesn't know how to watch her mouth.'' Edward apologized quickly as he glared at his mate into silence.
''It's fine, Edward. I take that subject hard still. Teddy was truly all I had left of my godfather. My other godfather was killed by his cousin who was a Death Eater as he tried to save my life from a stupid rash decision I had made when I left the safety of Hogwarts with a few of my friends.'' Harry said.
''My godfather was a Black; hence why I am the heir and lord of the Black line. I was in his will to have everything the Blacks had – if my fortune wasn't already unnecessarily large with Albus' money, my parents' money, and other vaults of my fortune.'' Harry rolled his eyes with Emmett chuckling. ''Siri didn't have a son or heir, and he looked to me as his son despite not really knowing him due to him being in Azkaban for twelve years.''
Jasper raised an eyebrow, fully curious on the wizard's tales. ''Why was he in prison?''
''They say he betrayed my parents to Voldemort and had them killed, but he didn't. It was my father's third best friend who ousted them to his master.''
''Ouch.'' Emmett winced. ''That's got hurt; a best friend.
''He was supposed to babysit me that night; the betrayer I mean.'' Harry looked up to Emmett with an amused look. ''But he said he couldn't, and my mother had told him it was fine, and that she and my father could stay at home instead of going to my godfathers'' home. She said her husband was grounded anyways.'' Harry laughed with a few others. ''Everyone had stories of my parents. I loved hearing them from my godfathers and Albus who taught them along with Minerva. My father was a trouble maker, and my mother was a sweet little girl who liked kicking my father in his shins for something stupid when they went to school together.''
''They were enemies in school, my parents. But when my mother was hurt by her only friend who made a mistake of calling her a mud blood when he was forced to join the Death Eaters, my father was there to comfort her, where he courted her into marriage. That's where I come in.'' Harry pointed to himself with a smirk.
Alice smiled. ''It sounds like your parents were wonderful people. I wish I could have met them; your mother sounds awesome!'' She said happily with Jasper chuckling at her.
Harry laughed. ''My father was an okay man. He was a big jerk in school and hadn't really changed too much until I was born. My mother was raised by muggles as she was muggleborn, but she loved magic and she died using magic like my father had.'' He said proudly and fingered the ring on his finger.
''How old were you when they were killed?'' Emmett asked interestedly as he petted Harry's stomach.
''Fifteen months'' Harry said immediately. ''Voldemort came looking for my family, and he found us. My father died trying to let my mother escape with me. She ran up to my rooms after watching him engage in battle with Voldemort himself. She thought she had left her broom in my closet so she could have an escape route just in case with me, but she couldn't find it and she knew she would die.''
''She placed me in my crib, and spoke to me. I can still remember what she said somehow. Albus suspects it's because of my magic. She told me I was loved by her and my father, wishing me to be safe and strong, until Voldemort bursted into my room and my mother pleaded with him to kill her and spare me.'' Harry repeated what always played in his head day in and day out.
''He told her that she wasn't who he wanted, and he wanted to truth from her; that he left my father alive, but unconscious downstairs. My mother didn't know anything on what he wanted, or she wouldn't tell him due to her loyalty to a few certain people, and he killed her and left.'' Harry finished; altering the story just a bit.
Carlisle looked very sympathetic. ''Voldemort just left you alive? Why would he kill your mother, leave your father alive as well as you, and leave?'' He asked softly.
Harry shrugged. ''I don't know. After he killed my mother, he looked to me with sympathy before he left my room. He killed my father afterwards; before Albus could get to my house and stop him with my godfathers. Siri went after the betrayer, but they couldn't find his body, so they suspected Siri killed the betrayer, and killed my family. He was caught and not given a trial before he was thrown in to Azkaban for twelve years until he escaped to get me back from the place I was staying at to take me with him and hide me and himself with my other godfather.'' He paused. ''Albus already knew about this, but he couldn't allow it, no matter how much he wanted to with me pleading with him to let me stay. I was sent back to that house every summer and only saw Siri when he was snuck into the castle to see me with Albus avoiding the Aurors and Minister on the whereabouts of myself and my godfather.''
''Albus was always a good man with a big heart. I met him a few times in Voltera actually. He had many stories and I was eager to listen to him tell about a boy who conquered the Dark Lord.'' Carlisle stated and sat back with Esme.
Harry lifted his eyebrow. ''The Boy Who Lived you mean?''
''Yes; have you met him, Regulus?''
''No, never wanted to.'' Harry said truthfully.
''Someone that young taking on the Dark Lord.'' Edward shook his head. ''And he died so young; only fifteen''
''He was stupid before he died, but he was told to be a hero, and I saluted him many times in his name during the war.'' Harry nodded once, wanting this conversation over.
Jasper felt his want and came to the rescue. ''You said Voldemort was a merciful lord; how was he merciful?'' He asked.
Harry shrugged and settled his hands on top of Emmett's who was still placed on his stomach. ''When he says something, he does it. While he'll torture someone: he promises them death after they tell him. Quick and easy: the killing curse. You never feel a thing.'' He stated truthfully.
Esme asked timidly the question that was on everyone's mind. ''Have you used that curse, Regulus?''
Harry hesitated. ''Multiple times. Something I'm not proud to say when I had to use it on my own friends and comrades several times in the war.''
''Regulus?''
Harry snapped out of his thoughts to looks over to Esme who was looking at him with worry as she placed a cup of water next to him.
''Yes, Esme?'' Harry asked curiously and sipped the water to sooth his dry throat.
''Are you alright? You looked lost in thought, dear.''
Harry smiled. ''Yes, I'm fine. Just thinking over a few things.''
''Oh? Like what?'' Esme asked interestedly. It was no secret that Esme liked hearing what Harry had to say; not matter how small it was. She was really trying to be a mother to him despite him not allowing it. Esme understood that the memory of his parents must be hurting him and he didn't want to call someone else a mother from his own mother being killed in front of him.
''I'm wondering if I can get back in contact with the Wizarding World, but I haven't seen hide nor hair of an owl waiting for me.'' Harry said. ''I believe I must look around this town for a hidden reserve of magic, or perhaps a wizard or witch to allow me access to their owls or floo.'' He stood up and stretched his legs out from being in a sitting position for a while now.
Esme looked thoughtful. ''A reserve? Like an Indian reserve?'' She wondered if the Quiluete reserve was what he was talking about. She knew very little on magic and such. but she was slowly learning what Regulus was teaching and telling about his home world.
''Are there creatures there?'' Harry asked instantly when he whirled around to see her face.
Esme nodded. ''Yes. There are shifters living there. We can't go on their land, though, and they aren't allowed on ours without permission.'' She explained.
Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his untamable mess of a hair. ''Emmett will never let go over there. I must make contact with them though. Is there any neutral place we can meet where I won't invade them?'' He asked and took another drink of his water.
Esme looked pleased that Harry was at least attempting to please Emmett by not leaving without asking and not going to the wolves now. The wizard tended to do what pleased him and his plans without asking anyone else until Emmett forced him back to their room for some venom claiming. It was safe to say: it took a while for Harry to redo what he had done before from him being pleased by his mate with Emmett never letting him go.
''We'll talk to Emmett and Carlisle later, Regulus.'' She promised him before going back to her gardening with Harry giving up a sigh and sitting back down in front of the lilies and petunias.
''Emmett!'' Harry pounced on his mate who caught him by the waist, legs wrapped around his own waist, with a smile growing on Emmett's face with the word 'sucker' written all over his face according to Alice and Edward.
''Sex?'' Emmett asked with hope, his gold eyes going wide.
Harry rolled his green ones at the sounding of the hope in his dominant. ''No, Emmett.'' He looked to Edward who was laughing. ''What is so funny?'' Harry snarled, only making Edward laugh harder before disappearing with Jasper following closely, laughter coming from him as well.
Emmett chuckled and placed Harry on the floor before walking into the living room to drop his back pack by the coffee table. ''What's on your mind, babe?'' He asked and looked to his mate.
''How good of a mood are you in right now?'' Harry asked bluntly, making Emmett suspicious of that innocent look in those emerald depths.
''Depends on what you want.'' Emmett could clearly the loud laughter from Edward and Jasper and wondered what they were smoking.
Harry sighed when Carlisle walked into the room with a big mischievous grin. ''Go on, Regulus. Ask your question.'' Carlisle encouraged but looked to be amused. Harry knew that Carlisle knew his plan to make Emmett say yes to the wolves if he denied him the first time around.
Harry's greens met Emmett's amused golds in an innocent pleading pout. ''I need you…to…takemetothewolves.'' Harry molded the words together.
''What?'' Emmett laughed out at the cuteness of his awkward submissive. ''Say it slower, Reggie. I can't understand a word you're saying.''
Harry growled at the loud laughs that were continuing somewhere in the house. How he wished he could use magic and teach them a lesson.
''Reggie.'' Emmett held in his chuckles. Knowing what he wanted to do to their lunatic of brothers.
Harry sighed. ''I need to be back in contact with the British Magical Embassy.''
Emmett grew confused and guarded as he sat back on the couch carefully. ''Oh? Why would you need that?'' He asked with a hard edge that all could hear.
Esme looked to her son who was instantly guarded in the assumption that his mate was leaving him now. ''Just hear him out, Emmett. It's not what you think.'' She said virtually silent, just a hissing noise in Harry's ears for the quick silent tone passing between them.
Emmett sighed and looked back to his mate who gazed confidently back. His fight was still there…how cute.
''Alright. I'm listening, Regulus.''
Harry sighed. ''I have no owl or magic to contact them myself, and I have no idea of wizards or witches in this area. The reserve – the Indian reserve – it's a base that I have heard of with shifters from Alastor in the war. I think they can contact the American Magical Embassy and make them contact a few connections of mine form the war and have them come here with information that I need. I'm a soldier still, Em. It's my duty while alive to care and listen to my people.'' Harry watched Emmett stay leaning back on the couch with a stern look on his face as he let his words mull over in his head.
''Emmett, I'm not leaving. But if I am to stay,'' Harry paused and forced those words from his mouth that his heart didn't want him to say like his soul did, ''I must have business here for a few days, and with my personal trunk brought here.''
Emmett leaned forward, the house was silent and they had all left the room, save Carlisle.
''Regulus, are you saying, you'll stay here, with me as my mate?'' The dominant mate asked, leaving no room for his words to be taken a different way, like Harry liked to take them when he twisted his words.
Harry nodded slowly and stiffly. ''I am, but I need to talk to those wolves where and whenever I can.'' He stated his terms.
Emmett didn't necessarily care for anything but the fact that his mate said he'd stay. While he hated those mutts and didn't want Harry near them for any reason, he had to make a sacrifice for his mate to be happy. And if being in contact with wolves to make contact with his own people would do it: so be it.
''I go with you when you meet them. Every time, Regulus. I'm not playing. They're dangerous when angry and they can't control themselves. You will never be alone with them. Someone has to be with you. I don't care if it's Esme or Alice, someone goes along if I can't.'' Emmett stated his second order to Harry who had no choice or will to fight it when he felt that tingle overcome him.
Harry held in that shiver from that order that made him bend his will to comply. ''Done.'' He stated.
''Wait a minute? We have to meet with those dogs?'' Rosalie hissed out in agitation towards Emmett.
''Rosalie, please hold your tongue. It's what we have to do.'' Edward said softly as he rushed downstairs in a new outfit like Jasper did with Alice. ''We'll be fine. We have a wizard on our side, and they can't attack us!'' Edward was excited to meet the wolves now that Harry was here. While it annoyed him to hell that he couldn't read the wizard's thoughts; he was an entertaining person who Emmett loved with his whole being.
Alice giggled at Edward's excitement with Carlisle rolling his eyes humanly at his first-made with a grin visible.
''Let's do it!'' Jasper clapped his hands with Edward.
Harry kept his gaze directly on Emmett's who was steadily meeting his eyes. He knew that look very well. He had it on several times before during his weeks awake.
The look said everything that needed to be said: If you run, I will always find you, catch you, and bring you back home with me. Willing or not.
Done! Hope I fixed those grammar mistakes! I hope you all liked it.
I also apologize for any review answers that sounded rude to anyone I responded to. I don't mean to be, but I am known for it. Everyone I know tells me I'm sarcastic, and an asshole, rude and other things.
My doctor calls it brutally honest. I'm not being sarcastic or rude, I'm just telling what I think the only way I know how.
I apologize again!
-Colonel Rage
