Fleeing the Darkness, Finding Family ch. 4

Thanks for all the reviews. Glad you all like it. I have a few things to say. This will not be a slash story. There are two many out there. This one will be unique. The pairing will be between Harry and an original female character, not Edward. I don't think i can write slash very well. I tried a sample chapter, but i sounded horrible. So that idea won't be happening.

I received a few questions about his magic. A reviewer brought something up that I hadn't even thought of. What about the spells that Harry had learned? Well, here's the answer. I said before in the previous chapter, that when he was turned, his magic 'mixed' with the venom, changing a few things. I know I said before that he would have a few more abilities beside the mind control, but let me change that slightly. Harry kept his magic. But he doesn't need a wand, or even to say the words to the spells (or think it). He can do wandless magic, just without any words being uttered. So the spells that Harry had learned before basically will be almost useless. He can know what they are and act accordingly if he runs into someone using them, but he doesn't need them himself. Are you all confused? Sorry if you are. If you have any questions, just put it in a review and I will get back to you.

I got to put in a word of thanks to all my readers. And thanks for all the reviews. Even the flames. Granted, one flame I got made me pretty ticked off, but I was still thankful. To future reviewers, if you have any questions, please ask. I will be happy to answer them for you, in a reply email or before the next chapter. I save all the reviews I get, so I won't forget to answer.

Thanks also for putting up with me.

Thanks for all the advice that was given. It was really helpful.

Enough blabbering. On with the story.

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The first thought that Harry had of Forks was that it was wet. Even though the weather didn't affect him, it made him want to shiver and hunch over. Why did it have to be wet? He preferred being dry, thank you very much.

The four had been traveling all day, running at vampire speed, and other means of travel. They had taken a train from Illinois to Wyoming for example. They had done this because Alice had insisted upon it. Frankly, Harry hadn't minded. He enjoyed looking at the scenery, rather than running through it. And also it let him get a chance to get to know the other three pretty well too. So that is what they had done throughout the whole train ride, talk.

The four had become close friends through the process. Harry absolutely adored Alice, and everything about her. Infact, some things she did wanted to make him laugh, but he politely kept silent. He couldn't help but adore her though. She was just that likeable. She was cheerful, and full of energy. She reminded him of a few things in that aspect. When Dudley and he were little, they loved to watch muggle videos, especially Disney. Harry had loved the classics. They had also found this rather new muggle cartoon that featured a small fairy. The fairy had gone around the kingdom, having adventures of various sorts, and making lots of friends in many shapes and forms along the way. Even many "evil" creatures had fallen in love with her. Alice reminded him of that fairy. She acted a lot like the fairy in fact. And got the same response from those she met, like him.

Alice and he got into a long discussion about the wizarding world. She wanted to know everything, since Carlisle had seemed to totally forget to mention it for some reason, if he even was aware of its existence. Jasper and Edward was also interested in it just as much, but Alice had beat them to asking about it. So they just listened in fascination, putting in a few comments or questions once a while. They actually talked for about five hours straight in a secure railroad car that was near the back of the train, away from everyone else.

They talked about Hogwarts, magical creatures, history, spells, magic, potions, and many other subjects. One of the top subjects that they talked about, though, was Voldemort. Unlike most of his former world, he was not afraid to say Voldemort's name. Lance had been the same way, and had taught Harry the same. Fear of a name created more fear of the thing itself. Harry thought all that You-know-who nonsense was silly and how did you know who was being talked about if you were new to the wizarding world for instance. The other vampires were interested in Voldemort's demise especially. They wanted to know how a baby would stop the most feared dark lord of the time, when so many older and more experienced wizards and witches had failed? That was one question he couldn't answer, but it wasn't unlike he wasn't interested in it himself. He wanted to know too. Not because of just curiosity, but also a nagging feeling that he had always had in the pit of his stomach whenever the subject would come up. He knew he had forgotten something, or more, that was important. But he could not think of it, no matter how hard he tried.

Harry also liked Jasper a lot. He was very likeable, just quite. He had that pained look whenever he was near humans, but Harry knew how he felt. He himself found it hard to keep the thirst under control. He was better at it, but still sometimes it was very hard. He was glad to have been found by the Cullens. Not just for the chance to have a family again, but to be near other vampires. Others who understood what he had gone through. He had needed someone like that for a long time now. The semi-friends he had made in France had not been able to understand, because they were human and not vampires. He also felt that Jasper's ability to affect emotions and sense them was cool. He had never really met someone who could.

Edward was the same way. Harry was coming to like him just as much as the other two. Like Jasper, Edward left most of the talking to Alice. But he was also interested in the answers, so he listened in.

He knew Edward, thankfully, couldn't 'hear' his thoughts, because the other vampire had already informed them all that he could not hear Harry's thoughts. For this, Harry was grateful for. It wasn't like he didn't trust Edward to pry, but he rather liked having someone not even having the ability to 'hear' them. It was like there was a wall. Harry had a feeling what they were. In the past that seemed to have happened centuries ago, he had been proficient in Occulmency (sp?).(1) Actually, he had been told by some wizards who had tested him that he was far beyond proficient in it. It was their thoughts that he could basically keep almost any other person who could break into his mind out. That was their theory, of course, so it hadn't been tested. But Harry had gotten so used to going around with his shields up tight that he could hold them without thought, and barely noticed them anymore. So his theory was when he had turned that maybe they had been up and then hadn't stuck. He tested this by trying to feel them. And what did he know; he had found that he could sense them. They were secure, and he had not even thought of them in years. And when he tried to see if he could manipulate them, he found he could. As soon as he had taken them down, Edward had said that he could now 'hear' him. He put them back up, though. It was hard to break habits.

But eventually Harry started to tired and restless. He wanted to get out and run. Stretch his legs, and get out of this confounded contraption!

Fortunately, the train ride had reached its destination soon after that. In Wyoming, the four vampires took to the run again. Harry enjoyed the feeling of running. He loved the feel of the wind in his hair, tugging at his clothes. He had discovered this soon after he had turned, and it had not changed.

So they ran. And when they were about fifty miles from Forks, they stopped and Harry was told about the treaty the Cullen family had with the Native Americans (2) Harry listened and then agreed to follow the Cullens' example, since he would now be unofficially one of them (perhaps officially eventually).

So, they reached Forks. Harry thought the name funny and wondered what crazy-man-on-drugs-had-named-it-that and if there was a town nearby named Spoons. He thought that particular thought funny and told it to the rest of his companions. They got a good chuckle about it.

So, with doom settling over him, they got to the Cullen house. And Harry's fears suddenly came back.

With a deep breath, he followed Edward into the house.

Okay, that's the next chapter. Sorry that it was so short. I had to study, but I wanted to get the next chapter in. I hate English! I have two of the stupid classes in a row! Ug, my brain hurts just thinking about it! So, hope you like it and always love the reviews. Please be nice.

(1) Does anyone know how to spell that? I would appreciate someone telling me. Thanks.

If any of you are wondering, no the Cullens didn't take their cars to find Harry. Actually, I was reaching the end of writing this when I realized about the cars. So here's the story. Let's say that Edward's car broke down and is being repaired. And they didn't feel like taking any other car. So there.

(2) Please, what was the tribe's name and reservation name again? Please someone tell me, I hate not knowing.