After thinking long and hard over it, I've decided this will be a Harry/Leah pairing. Leah needs some love, and I was never satisfied how her story ended at the end of the canon universe.

I'm going to do my best to get chapter 5 out before Xmas, however, that will be the last chapter before the new year. I'm going to be very busy with work over the next few weeks, so I'll do my best.

Hope you all enjoy the chapter.

Harry Potter in the Twilight Universe Story

Liquid Gold

Chapter 4

"You know," Harry started, lounging back on his sofa, staring up at the enchanted ceiling with his hands behind his head, "You've not mentioned what Edward was like yet."

A few feet away from him, Bella was sat on the ground, cross-legged and leaning over a beginners cauldron. By her foot were an open book and a set of ingredients displayed on the coffee table. A week after their initial meeting, Bella had come up to Harry earlier that Sunday morning and surprised the Wizard when she expressed an interest in trying to brew a potion. Potions, unlike charms and spells, could be performed by muggles. In truth, Potions required one necessity, and that was common sense. Anyone could do it if they applied themselves correctly.

Despite initially being hesitant, Harry had noticed Bella's wandering eyes lingering on his potion books, and in truth, he didn't use his potion equipment as often as he should. He had ingredients lying around that he never got around to using, and books that were hardly ever opened. Bella, though accident prone, had proven herself to be mature enough to handle the prep work and possessed the overall patience needed to brew potions. Not to mention, unlike himself, Bella didn't have a hooked-nose professor with greasy hair, and resembled a bat, looming over her shoulder.

Knowing Bella well enough at this point, Harry saw no reason to deny her. He would be there to make sure she didn't do anything dangerous or slip up accidentally. They went inside his home and gave her a copy of Magical Drafts and Potions, encouraging her to attempt the Cure for Boils Potion. Providing her with the necessary equipment and taking a seat on the sofa, he kept her company, making idle chat about the music they liked. Bella was a classical music type of girl, whereas Harry had a love for Queen.

Eventually, though, his thoughts turned to the vampire family she was once affiliated with.

"That was unexpected," Bella questioned, looking up from the cauldron, her brown eyes looking uncertain after hearing his question, "Why do you want to know?"

He shrugged, not looking away from the enchanted ceiling when he answered, "You've talked about Edward a little bit, but not about what he was like as a person. It's clear you still miss him. When you hear or say his name, you tense up like you are now," Bella frowned but didn't say anything, "And then there is his family. I'm curious about them. I've never met a coven of vampires before, nor a vampire who only drinks the blood of animals," He leaned on his side, and stared at her, "You must have been close to them, right?"

Bella didn't answer right away, but when Harry didn't let up his staring, she slowly relented.

"Edward was intense. That's the best way I can describe it. He could be kind and compassionate, and he loved the same type of music I love," Bella told him, trying to brew and talk at the same time. "At the same time, he could be stubborn about certain subjects, and he's fiercely protective. He can overreact too, but it comes from a good place. He overreacts because he cares."

Harry noted the fire in her voice when she spoke about Edward, but didn't comment on that. He did, however, point out something she mentioned. "You said he's stubborn about certain subjects. What like?"

Bella bit her lip, which told Harry she wasn't sure whether to answer or not. Thankfully she did, and Harry could sense the honesty in her voice, "Turning me into a vampire. Edward was against the idea. He thought I'd lose my soul if I did."

She expected Harry to answer, but to her surprise, he just hummed.

"What about the rest? I don't think you've mentioned them, except for the sister, Alice, I think?"

His eyebrow raised when Bella giggled. "Something I said?"

"Kind of. I'm not sure how best to describe Alice. She's incredibly optimistic, and Alice was the first member of Edwards family to accept me. She became my best friend very quickly and isn't the type of person who takes no very well. She likes doing things her way, mainly because she knows how well they will turn out. She loves shopping, which I hate, and she might be the most fashionable person in the world. Fashion is her thing, even more so then Rosalie." Bella gave Harry a knowing look, "I dread to think how she might dress you up if she ever got ahold of you."

Harry stuck his tongue out at Bella in response.

"She'd probably do a good job. She'd look tiny trying to dress you up. She's not even 5 feet tall," Bella joked, her voice softening, and she pictured the pixie-haired vampire standing next to Harry, who stood almost two feet higher than her. "Alice is one of a kind. She's one of the kindest people you'll ever meet," Bella's face changed again, "Rosalie, on the other hand, is a different story."

"The other sister," Harry commented.

"Yeah, unpredictable is the best word I can describe being about Rosalie," Bella told him, as she crushed the snake fangs into powder and added them into the cauldron, "She never liked me when I was with the Cullens and told us all the time how she thought a vampire being with a human was a bad idea. She was worried I'd expose them, and force them to leave Forks. I guess that came true in a way."

'She's not wrong when you think about it.' Harry thought. It was an understandable concern for an immortal to carry.

"Rosalie is also the most beautiful person in the world, and I'm not kidding when I say that," Bella shook her head, the image of the angelic-looking Rosalie front and centre in her eyes, "She was beautiful as a human, and becoming a vampire enhanced that. She likes the attention, and she can be shallow at times, but she's incredibly talented. Apparently, when it comes to cars, Rosalie knows her stuff."

Harry nodded, "Does it bother you that you and Rosalie couldn't see eye to eye?"

"Sometimes. Honestly, we never spent any time alone together, unlike with Alice. Maybe if we had, things wouldn't have been so frosty between us."

"You can't be everyone's friend Bella," Harry said, sitting up and leaning against the armrest, "Can you say in all honesty, that you actively tried to befriend Rosalie?"

He waited for Bella reaction, but when she didn't look up from her cauldron and didn't say anything, the silence was enough to answer his question. "Maybe she had her reasons," He replied, before resting his chin in his palm, "What about the rest? Did you get on well with the rest of the coven?"

"Everyone else was great," She replied and started telling him all about the rest of the Cullen family. She started with Carlisle, who was born in the 1600s and was the oldest member and leader of the family. He was a doctor, who'd worked at Forks General Hospital before leaving, and perfected his craft over the many years he'd been alive. According to Bella, Carlisle's control over his bloodlust was so great, that he didn't even notice the scent anymore, which was an impressive feat. He was kind, compassionate and loving to his family, and was bested in that regard only by his wife, Esme. The way Bella described Esme was pictured as the ideal mother, who was patient, kind, and had enough love in her heart for every person in the world. She was pure-hearted, and loved life and loved her family more than anything in the world. Like all female vampires, she was beautiful, which no human woman could hope to match. Along with Alice, she was one of the first to accept Bella into their family, overjoyed that Edward had found love. The fact that Bella was human meant little to her.

"They sound nice."

"They were. Carlisle and Esme are the ideal parents. I don't have a negative thing to say about either of them." Bella admitted.

Harry hummed, and made a motion with his hand, "All that's left are the two brothers, right?"

"Yeah, Emmett and Jasper. Emmett is the most intimidating out of them, due to his size. Despite how big he is, Emmett's like a big kid, and he's easy-going, like Alice. I think he's technically the youngest of the family, but physically he's older than his siblings. Emmett is Rosalie's husband, and she's the one who saved him when Emmett got mauled by a bear. He worships the ground she walks on," Bella smiled, "He loves sports and games. If it's a competition, then Emmett's the first to get involved. After Emmett, there's Jasper."

"The one who attacked you," Harry said and ignored Bella's attempt at a glare.

"I told you, Jasper is the newest to the animal diet. His control isn't refined or strong as Carlisle's, or Edwards. I remember Edward saying Jasper hadn't had an episode for over a decade before my birthday party happened. He would never hurt someone intentionally. It's not in his nature, or at least, I don't think it is."

"You don't think?"

Bella shrugged again, which Harry started to think she did when trying to come up with a suitable answer. "All I know about Jasper is that Alice loves him with all her heart, and the rest of the family trust him. That's enough, right?"

"Maybe," Harry whispered, and rolled back over to look up at the enchanted ceiling. He thought about it, and he could understand why Bella was defensive about the incident with Jasper the vampire. She didn't blame him for almost killing her, and blamed herself for cutting herself. She believed that if the incident hadn't happened, then in her eyes, the Cullens would have never moved away and Edward would never leave her. It was clear to Harry that Bella was trying to shift the blame to herself when really, the incident was inevitable from the start.

One human in a room full of vampires. How else could that scenario go down? All it took was one cut finger to cause the walls to come crashing down.

He didn't hate the Cullens. Harry just thought they might have been over their heads by bringing a human into their family.

They fell into silence, with the sounds of Bella's potion being the only thing they could hear. He kept checking her progress out of the corner of his eye, making sure she was following the instructions correctly. He didn't want another Seamus on his hands. His fellow Gryffindor somehow always managed to make his potions explode, and get a face full of ash and soot. Seamus Finnigan was a Potion teachers worst enemy, and thankfully, Bella didn't follow in his fiery footsteps.

Just when Bella was preparing the final ingredient, the familiar scent of the Quileute Wolves tickled his nose. A rumble resonated through his body and steadily started to sit up, catching Bella's attention.

"What is it?"

Harry cracked his neck, and stood up, "Your friend from the reservation is here again. He's waiting outside your house." Harry pointed his thumb in the direction of her house and crossed the room to exit the tent.

As always, Bella followed after him, reluctantly leaving her cauldron behind to see what Jacob wanted. She hadn't seen him since he visited, but they'd spoken on the phone once during the week. Bella could tell Jacob wasn't keen on the idea of Harry being round, and being close to her home. "What about my potion? Will it be okay for me to leave it?" She called after Harry, and he waved it off.

"Don't worry. You can start again later."

Bella huffed but stayed quiet as they exited the forest. They walked around her house and found the tall Quilette teenager standing by her front door.

"Don't you own a shirt?" Harry asked, and stopped a couple of meters away from Jacob, "I got some you can borrow if you like."

Jacob didn't look amused, though Harry and Bella could see he was wary. There was tension between the two males, and Bella noticed the way the two were looking at each other. It was the same look the guys from school looked when there was tension between them. Bella had been wondering what might happen if Harry and Jacob met again, not to mention Harry and the wolf pack. Jacob explained to her how scared and fearful they were after the run-in with Harry, especially Paul, who had to be carried back to the reservation by Sam and Embry.

Rolling her eyes at the way her two male friends were acting, Bella left Harry's side and embraced Jacob in a tight hug, and felt Jacob return the gesture. "Hey, Jake."

"Hey, Bella," His smile was infectious, and Bella couldn't stop herself from smiling brightly. "Are you okay?" His eye trailed over Bella, and Harry spotted Jacob closing his eyes as he leaned his head against the side of Bella's head.

"I'm fine Jake. Nothing to report on this end."

"And what about your friend?" When they broke the hug, Jacob's eyes turned back to Harry, brown meeting green.

"My friend has a name, Jacob, and he's great," Bella felt Jacob's left arm wrapped around her shoulders but didn't fight the interaction off. It was as if Jacob was trying to keep her next to him and to keep her from returning to Harry's side. She didn't know what Harry did to them, but it was enough to scare them. Jacob's body felt tense. Bella didn't want her best friend to get in the way of her budding friendship with Harry.

It wasn't just the fact that Harry was telling her about the Magical World, and teaching her how to brew potions. There were still parts of Harry's life that were still a mystery. Whenever she brought up questions about his life before he left Britain, he'd changed the subject. She didn't think much of it the first couple of days, but now the mystery of Harry Potter was growing more suspicious. First and foremost she trusted him, but when she was studying his magical books or doing her homework in his home, she'd see the faraway look on his face. Maybe it was just her eyes playing tricks on her, but she could have sworn his green eyes flickered like candles.

What was he hiding? Did he think she'd look at him differently?

"So Jake, what are you doing here? I doubt this is a social call," Bella asked, looking up at her tall friend, and wiggling out of his embrace.

Jacob pointed a look in Harry's direction, causing Bella to look at him cautiously.

"I'm here for him."

'So this is fun,' Bella thought, sitting in the middle seat of her truck. Harry and Jacob were sat on either side of her as they crossed over the boundary line between Forks and the Quileute Reservation. She could feel the tension between Harry and Jacob, and Bella was trying to play middle-man, and keep the two from coming to blows. She wasn't worried about Harry since he'd already handled the pack all on his own. She was worried that Jacob might try something that tests Harry's patience.

So she was sat between the two, checking on them both from the corner of her eyes. Neither had said anything the moment they got in the truck, with Jacob keeping his eyes on the road and Harry was watching the scenery out the window. According to Jacob, his father Billy wanted to meet Harry after the wolf pack informed them about him.

Jacob didn't say anything else, but Harry had complied peacefully. Bella then added herself to the mix, stating where Harry went, so did she. Jacob didn't look pleased by the statement, while Harry winked at her.

The truck jolted over a pothole in the road, forcing Bella to lean into Harry to steady herself. When she did, their hands touched, and Bella couldn't help admire how warm he was. Her hand rested on top of his, and even when she straightened herself, she kept her hand there. She noticed him look at her for a brief moment and saw his mouth twitch up into a smile.

It wasn't a romantic gesture. They were just two friends holding hands, and she wanted to comfort him. She wanted to remind him she was there by his side, and that he had her support. If Billy or the other members of Jacob's pack tried to start trouble, she would get in between them.

The action wasn't missed by Jacob, who's grip tightened on the steering wheel, but remained silent. He bit his tongue and kept driving.

Soon enough, they pulled up outside Jacob's home, and Harry was quick to notice two people waiting patiently outside the house. The home was a small wooden place with narrow windows, the dull red paint making it resemble a tiny barn. Despite its appearance, the home radiated warmth, and there was a quality to it that reminded Harry of the Weasley house.

Together, they got out of the truck, with Bella keeping her hand in Harry's. Harry wondered what was up with Bella, and why she was acting so possessive all of a sudden. Don't get him wrong, it was nice to hold a pretty girls hand, but it surprised him still.

'Does she think I'm going to let them intimidate me?' He thought, before looking in front of him.

The first of the men waiting for them was the youngest, and who Harry assumed was Sam, the leader of the Wolf Pack. He was big, bigger than Harry and Jacob, though not by much. Like Jacob, he had copper skin, cropped black hair and dark brown eyes. His torso was bare, which was a running trait Harry noticed with the wolves, with the Quielette wolf tattoo on his upper right arm. He looked older than Jacob by a few years, and Harry had to admit that Sam did look the part as a leader. The other man was in a wheelchair, and who Harry assumed was Jacob's father, Billy. The older man was heavyset, likely due to his time in a wheelchair, with a deeply wrinkled face with black eyes, and wore a cowboy hat. He could see the resemblance between Billy and Jacob, especially around the eyes.

When they approached, Billy noticed Bella and extended a hug, "Hey Bella, come here for a hug."

Bella didn't leave him waiting long and reciprocated the hug. "Hey, Billy. How are you keeping?"

"Oh, I'm okay. You know me, Bella, I get by just fine," Billy replied, gently breaking the hug. His eyes were soft when he looked at Bella, which wasn't unfounded since he'd known her since she was a baby. "Jacob tells me you've learned a thing or two about us over the last week, and that you've made a new friend."

Harry felt the man's gaze turn to him, and could see the man's gaze harden when their eyes met. Billy Black was a man who's seen things in his years, and it showed. He wasn't a hormonal teen like his on was. Billy's eye's lingered on the scars covering his face, and for a brief moment, they softened, before returning to their hardened state.

Bella swallowed thickly and made a motion to Harry. Not seeing a reason to deny her, Harry walked beside Bella and stood a few feet away from Billy. Neither said anything at first, with Harry noticing the tense apprehension showing in Sam's body. The leader of the pack was keeping a careful gaze on Harry, ensuring he didn't try anything funny.

Harry was the first to make a move and extended his hand to Billy, "I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

Billy looked between his hand and his eyes, determining if it was a trick. When he came to the conclusion it wasn't, he reciprocated and shook Harry's hand, "Billy Black. It's good to finally put a face and a name to the one who's caused a stir around the parts."

Harry nodded and did the same for Sam. Unlike Billy, Sam was quick to shake Harry's hand, and introduce himself. "We'd like an explanation about what happened the day we met. We have questions and concerns."

"I can imagine," Harry replied and turned to Bella, "Why don't you go and spend some time with Jacob. You two haven't seen each other since the other week."

"What!? No, I'm not leaving you. What are you talking about?" Bella said startled.

Like he'd done multiple times in the past week, Harry patted her head, which was becoming a signature interaction between the two, "Don't worry. No one's going to start any trouble. That's not why I'm here, and I bet that's not what Billy or Sam want either."

"He right Bella." It was Sam who spoke. "We want to understand, that's all."

"See, nothing to worry about," Harry assured, but Bella looked hesitant. "Go on. Everything will be okay, I promise."

Bella didn't move right away, but when Jacob motioned over to the path that led to the beach, she relented. "I don't like this," She whispered, trying not to glare at Billy and Sam, but both knew she didn't approve of being left out.

"Stubborn like her parents," Billy commented, "Always meddling and trying to help. She's got a good heart, but sometimes Bella doesn't know when to keep her distance," He looked back at Harry, "It looks like you two have become good friends rather quickly."

"She's a good person, and I like being around her," Harry admitted, "She doesn't Bullshit like other people I've met. I like that about her. It's a rare quality to meet someone who will call out your faults as they see them."

"Agreed, it is. However, Bella's also 18, and like other's her age, she can make mistakes by befriending the wrong kind of people."

"People like me you mean, or the Cullens, or maybe you mean both."

"So you know about the Cullens."

"As I said, she doesn't bullshit with me.

Billy and Sam looked at each other, as they had a silent conversation.

"We want to know what you are, and we want to know what you're doing here," Sam answered, with his deep voice fitting his image. "Bella's already told Jacob bits and pieces, but we want to hear it from you. We want to know if you're a threat, not only to us but to people in general. Someone like you, and what I've seen you do, it has us worried." Sam stepped forward, until they were inches apart, "If we think you're a danger to anyone, then we won't hesitate to take you out. Next time, it won't happen the same as last."

Soft footsteps came from behind Billy and Sam, and the scent of the wolves became stronger as the other three wolves appeared from each side of the house. All three kept their distance from him, and it was clear they were nervous to be around him. Deep down, he could feel the beast scratching at the door, wanting to get out and prove who the Alpha Predator was, but Harry buried that feeling away. He promised Bella he wouldn't pick a fight, and he intended on keeping that promise.

He held up his hands and gave them all a charming smile, "I understand. All I want is to prove to you all that I'm not a threat to any of you, and one of the reason's I'm here is to protect Bella."

"One of the reasons?" Sam asked, and Harry noticed Billy lean in.

"Well, the other is tell her all about my world," Harry revealed and saw their apprehension when he pulled out his wand. He flicked his wrist, and they all watched in amazement as Bella's truck started floating off the ground, "The magical world that is. Tell me, gentleman, do you believe in magic?"

"Is it too early to drink?" Billy asked, wheeling himself into his kitchen and pulling out a glass, along with a bottle of whiskey. He ran a hand over his face, taking deep breaths, "If it isn't, then time be damned."

Harry and Sam were sat in the living room, watching Billy as he wheeled himself back in. "If there's anything I've learned in my time travelling the world, it's that it's 5 o'clock somewhere."

"Then we agree on that," Billy's hand's shook as he poured himself a glass, and down a sip. The whiskey helped calm his nerves, and steady his breaths, "My Grandfather told me stories as a boy, about how a man and woman wielding the power of nature appearing on our lands. They were passing through and witnessed one of our members shift into a wolf. My Grandfather saw their curiosity, and despite their politeness and willingness to share knowledge, he turned them away. They relented in their curiosity, not taking offence, and left, never to return. He told me how they lifted beings into the air and create fire out of thin air. I never believed him, thinking such a thing was too fictional," Billy took another sip, "But now there's one sitting in my living room.

"It's a tough pill to swallow."

"How did Bella take it when she found out?"

Harry chuckled, and leaned back against the sofa, "She took it better then I thought possible. Bella seems to attract what most non-magicals would call weird into her life. Case and point," Harry pointed to himself, and Billy shook his head, taking another sip of his whiskey.

"Ever since Bella arrived in Forks, she's been a magnet for the supernatural," Billy replied, "First it was the Cullens, then it was my boy, Jacob, and now it's you. A Vampire, a Werewolf, and a Wizard," Billy snorted, never imagining he'd use those three words in the same sentence.

"It's a lot to take in, but as I said, I'm not here to cause you any trouble. I'm here because Bella wants to know more the magical world, and in our time together, she and I have become friends. I care about her, and her safety. Not to mention the vampire that has a vendetta towards her."

Alarm appeared in Sam and Billy's eyes. "What do you mean?"

Their alarm triggered Harry to look alarmed, "You don't know?" Harry asked as the realisation hit him, 'Bella never told Jacob, who never told his pack.' He cursed under his breath and explained to Billy and Sam what was going on. If they were the enemies of vampires like they led him to believe, then they could help protect Bella.

He needed to ask why Bella didn't inform Jacob. Didn't she know they would help with her vampire problem?

He watched Sam's face turn serious, as his hand turn into a fist. "A red-haired vampire named Victoria? I know who you're referring to."

"You do?"

Sam nodded, "For the past couple of days, a vampire matching that description had been coming in and out of our territory. We've chased after her every time, even chasing her to the Canadian border once, but every time we get close, she manages to snake her way out," Sam explained, up on his feet and pacing around the room, "She's crafty, and always finds a way out. I almost had my teeth in her twice but she keeps discovering ways to avoid anything lethal. We didn't know what she was after, but now it's starting to make sense."

Harry laced his hands together and rested his chin on top of them, "She's trying to make her move in taking out Bella."

Billy's expression told Harry everything. His eyes were angry, that much was obvious, but his features showed him worried. His thumb rubbed against his glass and stared out fo the window in the direction Bella and Jacob took to the beach. He was a father, and while Bella wasn't his kin, she was still the daughter of his best friend.

"You said this is all happening because of the Cullen boy?"

"Yeah, or at least, in part. The vampire that attacked Bella was a tracker and chose to hunt her. Edward and the Cullens killed him, so Victoria, his mate, believes it's only fair to kill Bella in retribution. She can't kill Edward without stirring up his family, but Bella was left behind when they left. Then, she sent the vampire I killed in the Meadow, the day we met," Harry pointed a look at Sam, "to check her situation. When he didn't return, she must have come calling and discovered the Cullens don't live in town anymore. I haven't smelt a vampire near Bella's home yet, which means she's not bold enough to approach the house yet."

Once again, Billy and Sam started having a silent conversation with each other. Billy's face was filled with worry, and topped up his drink, as he asked, "The Cullens left her unprotected," He said in a harsh tone, "I thought leaving the town would put her out of danger. Instead, it's the opposite. If I could, I'd like to get my hands on them."

"Get in line," Harry replied, in an equally displeased tone, "I've never met Edward or his family, but they should have known this Victoria might come back to hurt Bella. Vampires are extremely protective when it comes to their mates. They'll go to extreme lengths to avenge them."

"Either way, we need to protect her, and the pack will ensure that happens," Sam spoke, standing up from his seat, "We can rotate shifts to watch over Bella's house. Two at a time, then swap over."

"Don't worry about her house," Harry replied, bringing the attention back to him, "I've placed wards around her house. Any vampire that tries to get inside her home will be repelled. Think of a protective dome that keeps out an entire species. Not to mention I'm camped in the woods behind the Swan house, so I'll know if she's been near."

"Thank goodness for that."

"Do you have any more of these wards you speak of?" Sam asked, his face curious at the notion of a barrier to keep a species out.

"The Police Station, the Lodge, the Highschool and the Hospital," Harry revealed, causing Sam and Billy's eyes to go wide.

"All places Bella frequencies, which also protects Charlie and the people of Forks."

"That's right."

"Then, at the very least I need to thank you," Billy said, his words genuine. He shook hands with Harry, nodding at him as she spoke, "While I don't completely trust you, I can see in your eyes you've come to care for Bella. For now, that's enough for me. Just don't do anything that could harm my home and it's people. Do I make myself clear?"

"Of course," Harry replied. If he wanted to build a trust with the Wolf Pack, then he needed to show them his intentions were pure.

Sam took a deep breath, mulling over his thoughts, before extending a hand out to Harry. "It's obvious your not the enemy here, but I still have my concerns about you. You've told us what you are, but I know there's more to it than that. What you did to Paul, and what you did to us and what you made us feel hasn't been easy to shake off," Sam spoke, his eyes narrowed as Harry shook his hand, "As long as we're on the same page, then we're good. Just remember my warning."

When they broke apart, Harry's charming smile returned, "Hey, you have my word.

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