Chapter 4: The Official Meeting

When Harry woke up he was gasping a panting from yet another nightmare of war. He woke up with the sight of Remus and Tonks lying on the ground, dead. He could smell the coppery tang on Snape's blood as it dripped from his hand. He could feel the ghostly pain of the Cruciatus Curse. Sweat drenched the clothes that he had been too tired to change out of. So knowing that he was not going to get anymore sleep, despite the fact that the sun had barely risen, Harry went to shower and prepare for the long day that was surely ahead.

After a much needed hot shower, the black haired man tied his still wet hair at the nape of his neck, and started laying the black carpet that Quil and Seth had left in one of the five guest bedrooms. With no furniture in the room, Harry was able to do the quickly and effectively, the Muggle way. He then began to drag the furniture pieces into the room. Harry placed the double bed under the window with a Ceylon Ebony wood bedside table. The chest of draws were also Ceylon Ebony, along with the wardrobe. The walls were painted cotton white and, when Harry had time to go to a store, he would buy white sheets for the bed, giving the room its black and white theme. This would be the same for the rest of the guest bedrooms, except with some of the smaller ones, which will only have a single bed and a three door wardrobe.

By the time Harry had finished the first room, it was around ten to eight in the morning, and so Harry went onto the second guest room. For once in his life, the black haired man actually thanked his Aunt Petunia for forcing him to do all of his ridiculous chores, because if it wasn't for her he would not have been able to do half the domestic things he could do. At least not the Muggle way. Harry found that Wizards and Witches tended to rely on magic too much, which was probably why Hogwarts did not rely on Physical Education and Muggle Studies as much as it should have.

An hour later, Harry had dropped what he was doing in order to comply with the growling demands of his stomach. He locked the door to his house and left a note stuck to the door, hoping that anyone that wasn't Jared and the group would not read it and use the spare key to break into his house. Not that there was anything worth stealing that a man could stealthy get away with. Harry chuckled to himself as he walked down the street, in his mind he pictured a stereotypical thief wearing black trying to carry his oak coffee table out of the house.

After about ten minutes of walking, Harry came across Fork's coffee shop. It wasn't a very imaginative name but Harry didn't really care as long as it sold food and a hot cup of steaming tea. The restaurant was small and fairly busy as those who were starting work stopped here to grab breakfast. There were black leather chairs for sit in customers to eat their meals in and fall length windows to allow, what Harry expected was sunshine to stream through. However, Fork's, just like London, did not appear to want to let the sun appear from behind the clouds.

"Hello, would you like to order?"

Harry started at the voice of a woman that had suddenly appeared in front for him. The green eyed man had not even noticed that the line in front for him had dwindled down so much. "Oh, yes. Sorry about that I was in my own world," Harry smiled and the woman in front of him blush. The red flush in her face contrasted against her pale skin and blue/grey eyes. She wore a cornflower blue shirt with Fork Coffee Shop written over her left breast and a name tag on her right that clearly showed Harry that the woman's name was Emma.

"That is quite alright, Sir. So what can I get you?" The woman, Emma, smiled.

"Oh! Can I have a portion of five pancakes with syrup and no butter, please," Harry spoke.

"Of course, anything else?" Emma said.

"One cup of tea as well, one sugar, no cream. Can I have that to takeaway with me, I am meeting a few people in," Harry checked his watch. "about half an hour."

"Yes, that is fine." The woman named Emma then went on to tell Harry the total, which the black haired man paid, hoping that this is the last time he will need to order anything that he has not cooked himself.

After all, once the furniture is put in the right places, Harry will need to buy utensils, a kettle, plates and everything else needed to fill up a house and make it look... lived in. So while he is at it, Harry will buy enough food to stock the cupboards and fridge with.

A short while later, Harry's order was complete, and he was walking down the street with his tea in one hand and food in another. He was quite surprised to find that he had returned before anyone had showed up at his house and happily noted that no one had removed the note from its original place and broken into his house. Harry supposed that was the thing about small towns, everyone was so close knit that no one dared to break into another persons house, less the neighbors set their dogs on you. Shaking his head, Harry tried to dislodge some of his more ludicrous imaginings as he made his was over to the center table in the kitchen and placed the bag gently on top.

He was half way through eating his pancakes when he heard the knock at him door. Sliding out of his seat at the center table in the kitchen, Harry made his way to the door and pulling it open. He was greeted by the sight of seven men and one woman. "Where's Jacob?" Harry asked, not seeing the buff teen anywhere.

"He is with Bella," Quil sang playfully as he made his way inside, ignoring the fact the Harry had not let him in.

Collin, Embry, Paul and Seth followed the boy as Jared, Leah and another man that Harry had not met before came in behind them and stopped in front of Harry.

"Harry this is Sam Uley and Leah Clearwater, they were free to help out today," Jared introduced the two.

"Nice to meet you both," Harry responded as his eyes brushed over both their forms. Just like with all the other men that Harry had met yesterday, Sam wore a plain black shirt and cut off jeans as did Leah. However, Leah's cut offs were much shorter, leaving little for the imagination as they showed off the tops of her thighs. The shirt that she wore a crop top that showed her belly. "Don't you guys freeze to death as soon as you step out side?"

A deep chuckle escaped Sam's throat and Leah smirked slyly at Harry before saying, "No we are use to the crappy where down here. Give it a while and this time of year will feel like summer to you."

"Good to know," responded Harry with a nod.

He then turned to Jared and said, "I finished laying the carpet in two of the guest bedrooms and moved furniture into one of them." Harry then looked back at Sam and Leah, letting his eyes wonder towards he chest. It was obvious by the way the the woman's nipples could be seen through the crop top that she was not wearing a bra. She was tall, however, Harry was slightly taller. "So, who is Bella? Since i'm the newbie in town."

Leah jumped at the chance to start a conversation with her imprint, needing to know more about him. It was funny how she had so many questions listed in her head, yet they were about the simplest things. Leah wanted to know what his favorite color was, what he liked to do and watch? However, she could not seem to be able to start the conversation, when had she suddenly not been able to say something?

Never. Not even when she was with Sam. Leah always had something to say and always started things that she intended on finishing.

She with a rare smile, she informed Harry that Bella was Chief Swans daughter and the girl that Jacob had a major crush on. She also highlighted the fact that Bella was already in a relationship and wasn't going to back out of it any time soon. Harry, much to Leah's pleasure, listened intently to her never interrupting, making her practically giddy with the amount of attention her imprint was giving her at that moment. In the corner of her eye Leah could see Sam giving her a knowing smirk and she bit back her usual smart tongued response, wary of her imprints opinion of her.

Harry Potter looked around his house, seeing it finally come together, with satisfaction blooming in his chest. After he had learnt that the Potter family did have a manor but it was destroyed during the first war, Harry was compelled to find another one. He needed something that he could continue to pass down the Potter line. Harry could not have believed his luck when he found Rose Mansion, which was nearly exactly the same as the floor plans that Harry had found of the Potter Manner, with one difference that is. There were no secret doorways, cold dungeons and talking paintings.

Even better was the fact that the manor was no where near Britain. Over the years the wizarding paparazzi had crossed the line from trying to gather the latest news about the Man-Who-Conquered, to obsessively stalking him at every turn. Also, with questions about why he does not look a day over seventeen years old when he is suppose to be twenty six, Harry had to leave. The man did not trust the Ministry of Magic to not try and experiment on him or try to regulate him like very other person and creature that did not fit in with their idea of normal.

"-ry. Harry!"

Harry jumped, shocked out of his thoughts by someone suddenly calling his name. It was Seth carrying four wooden pillars with sophisticated patterns carved carefully into it.

"Harry, where do you want me to put these?" the young boy asked, jostling the wooden pillars in indication of what he was talking about.

"Urm, they are part of the four-poster bed so they go in the Master bedroom."

Seth gave a determined nod in understanding and began to race up the stairs turning right towards the bedroom.

"It's a nice house," a feminine voice spoke behind Harry.

With a quick glance over his shoulder, Harry saw Leah copper colored skin and chocolate brown eyes. "Yeah, it is, but it's not quite done yet," Harry spoke as he turned around to face her.

"Of course," Leah smirked. "No house is complete without a TV and a toaster."

Harry snorted at the comment. She was right, now that everything was coming together Harry needed to by the finishing touches. "Yeah..." he drifted off into thought. "I don't suppose you know anyone who is willing to lend me a car, do you?"

"Cause I do," Leah scoffed. "But I don't think a car is going to fit everything in the truck, you need a truck or something. Luckily for you I know a person who just so happens to have one."

In Leah's mind she was screaming. She could not believe what she was doing. She was flirting! No, worse, she was flirting with the majority of her pack within hearing distance! She could just imagine the amount of teasing she was going to get when she was alone with the pack.

Harry, of course, seemed completely oblivious to the fact that she was flirting with her. Either that or he was choosing to ignore it, but something in Leah's mind told her that it was the former instead of the latter.

"Great," Harry smiled. "Do you think they will let me borrow it?"

"Let me see," Leah smirked turned into a grin before she turned towards the russet skinned man that was carrying the last of the wardrobes. "Hey Sam, can Harry borrow your truck."

Sam shot a a similar amused grin as if he had sense her line of thought before she had even considered asking him for his truck. "I don't know do you think the Brit can bring it back without damaging it?"

"Hey," Harry exclaimed. "I can drive! It is you people who drive on the wrong side of the road."

"Then how is it only Brit drive on the left?" Leah shot back leaving Harry unable to respond. She was right after all, only British colonies drive on the left side of the road.

After a mild debate on who could drive better, Sam had convince Harry to let Leah join drive him to wear he needed to go. After all, Harry had absolutely no idea of where to go to buy the items that he needs. In that department, Leah was a godsend. Despite the lack of any real stores in Forks and La Push, Harry had purchased kitchen equipment (pots, pans, utensils and the much needed toaster), two flat screen TV's (at Leah's insistence) and several other bits and pieces. Harry also brought enough food to fill his cupboards.

It was when he started packing the food away that Harry found yesterdays pizza in the fridge and, as if smelling the food, the russet skinned men ran into the kitchen claiming that they were starving. So, after snacking on the left over pizza, Harry quickly made spaghetti and served it up to the men and woman.

"Merlin, you would think no one fed them," Harry whispered unaware that the pack could hear him and chuckled at his exclamation.

Leah was trying hard not to inhale her food like the rest of her pack mates, however with her high metabolism it was difficult. So, before she even realized it, she began shoveling food into her mouth at a similar rate to the boys. At one point she caught Harry's eyes and, instead of seeing horror and disgust due to their lack of manners, his eyes showed ill hidden humor.

The black haired man then winked at her and said, "I'm just glad everyone likes it. You would be surprised how fussy some people can be."

"We would really starve if we were fussy about food," scoffed Quil as he lifted his head from his plate to get some air. Then he dived back in loosing what little dignity Leah thought the wolf had left.