Harry Potter and the Heart of Twilight
I do not own any of the characters from Twilight or Harry Potter, Because if I did you lot would not be reading this for free.
Betaed by Slythenclaw20
Harry nodded his head and walked with Dr. Cullen to his office. Dr. Cullen pointed out a chair for Harry to sit in. Harry sat down and began to fidget.
'It was a good thing too, that Harry showed up here and asked to volunteer here,' thought Carlisle. 'It would make for an easier time watching Harry.'
"So volunteering at the Hospital is basically keeping patients company, brightening their day if you will. You also help out around here answering phones, doing my paperwork, and fetching coffee. The doctors will answer any questions you have, so will the paramedics and any other personal. Can I ask why you're interested in volunteering here?" said Dr. Cullen. While talking he gave Harry a look over. Harry looked far too skinny and pale. The boy was almost anorexic in looks.
"Well, Dr. Cullen, since I was twelve I have wanted to be a doctor. You see, I had a bad case of pneumonia and I had to stay at the hospital for week, and the doctor who was attending to me made me feel so safe, so secure that I wanted to be like him. Care for other people and make their hurts go away, help people instead of being a nuisance to them." Harry finished. Why had he said that last bit out loud?
"Harry, I'm positive that you are not a nuisance to anyone. That being said, I think you would make an excellent volunteer here. The only things left to discuss are what times you would like to volunteer at and what time you want to have a check up, so I know that you don't need any shots or have any illnesses." Carlisle knew that he was being sneaky. He didn't really have to give Harry a full medical but he needed to make sure he was alright. Something about this child called out to protect him. In a way, it reminded him of Edward.
Harry gulped nervously, thankful that the Dursley males were too busy with moving and settling in to bother him the past week, so he was relatively healed for the most part, and decided that now would be the best time to have this check up.
"Now sir, if it would be alright with you?" Carlisle saw that Harry was being painfully shy.
"Now would be fine. If you don't mind I am going to put some music on, I find that classical music helps me to relax when I am nervous."
Carlisle reached over to the desk to pull out a CD. It was one that Edward had composed on the piano. Carlisle played it to soothe little children, but sometimes the adults needed some small comfort.
"I don't mind. One of my English teachers said that listening to the classics and reading were two of the best things in life."
"Your teacher seems to be intelligent. If you could take off your shoes I would like to get your height and weight." Carlisle read the results and then read them one more time. He then checked Harry's vision, his blood count, his blood pressure, and his vaccination history and with each test Carlisle became more and more upset. The child was 23 pounds underweight, his glasses were out of prescription, he was anemic, and he had low blood pressure. At least his vaccinations were up to date since he was twelve. The most disturbing things that Dr. Cullen could find were the mottled bruises that ran up and down his chest and the freshly healed welt marks on his back.
"So Harry I won't be sticking any needles in your arm today." Harry face started to pale as Dr. Cullen tried to reassure him.
"But we need to talk. Don't worry you still have the job, I am just concerned for your health. First things first, you are 23 pounds underweight, your anemic and have low blood pressure, your eye prescription is out of date as well. Nothing that a new diet won't help with. The most serious thing, Harry, is that there are some severe bruises on your chest. Harry, how did you get those?"
"Um… my cousin Dudley and I, um, like to… to, ah, copy wrestling moves that we, ah, see on the T.V." Harry's voice shook as he tried to come up with an answer.
"Then how did you get the welts on your back Harry, those could not have come from any wrestling moves I know of." Carlisle watched as Harry seemed to shake on the spot. He could do nothing for Harry until he heard conformation about the abuse.
Harry's mind was trying to wrap its self around the fact that he had been found out. He was in so much shit. Vernon had told Harry that if anyone were to find out that Harry would not make it to see the next day.
"I don't know what you're talking about sir."
"Call me Carlisle. We will be working together soon. I think you do know, Harry. I can't protect you from them if you don't tell me." Carlisle said in a calm voice.
"Protect me? Why the hell would you do that? I have deserved everything I have gotten. I'm a freak, an unlovable freak." Panicking at what he had just told Dr. Cullen, Harry's mind came to one conclusion. That he had to get out of there. So, gathering all his magic, Harry pushed it to getting out of there as fast as possible and with a loud crack, Harry was gone.
"Fuck!" exclaimed Carlisle, covering his mouth. Emmet would tease him for weeks if he knew that Carlisle had sworn. Carlisle had felt the magic stirring in the air as Harry got more and more panicked. So that was one secret down about Harry. Harry was a wizard, a pretty strong one too by the feel of things. It explained quite a bit: the soda bottles melting and the presence he felt coming from Harry. It was his magic reaching out to him. But why was Harry's magic reaching out to Carlisle? Why was he not in a wizardry school? These questions and more swirled around his head. He would have to contact a good friend of his, Acarya, who was now the Headmaster of Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He might have some answers about Harry Potter. Carlisle discerned that the abuse Harry may have suffered might be because he was a wizard and his family could not accept him. His friend Acarya had once said that a small percentage of the families that had never heard of about magic refused to have their children admitted to the school.
Carlisle groaned and pinched his nose as if to retain a headache. (Not that he got headaches.) Esme was going to have his head for letting Harry go. She was already talking about letting Harry live with them.
Harry appeared next to his truck and tried to take several deep breaths. "Oh my God, I just preformed magic in front of someone. Dr. Cullen, I guess, will understand now why the Dursleys punish me. I am so dead." He got into his truck and left the hospital driving slowly back home. He parked the truck, far away from the house, and slowly walked towards it. Entering the driveway, he saw that the Dursley's car was gone. With a sigh of relief, Harry ran to his attic and threw him self onto his bed. Maybe Dr. Cullen would not tell the Dursleys about the magic he had done. After all, it did seem that the Doctor had put two and two together and realized that the welts were from his Uncle. Picking up the covers of the bed, he figured that he might as well turn in. Harry was exhausted.
Aunt Petunia wanted the windows washed and the chimney cleaned tomorrow and he would need all the energy he could get to last him through those chores. He would just have to avoid Dr. Cullen and the hospital for now.
Across the pond at Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore sat at his desk, contemplating how bad things had gotten.
When he had dropped Harry off at his relatives sixteen years ago, he had left a letter saying that if they agreed to take him in, that Harry would be assured a place in Hogwarts. He did this so that no other school could take Harry away for his schooling. By his Aunt accepting young Harry into her home, she had agreed to send him to Hogwarts, taking his name out of any of the other school's magical books. Dumbledore thought it to be a stroke of genius on his part.
Everything would have gone to plan if Harry and his family had not moved just before Harry's eleventh birthday. Dumbledore had known that the Dursleys had left the isles but had thought that they were going on vacation abroad. It was two days later that the wards fell on Number 4. Dumbledore had put tracking charms on the boy, but once he was out of the U.K. they had failed. Asking around the neighborhood to see if any one knew what had happened to the family had been fruitless. The neighbors had all told him that the Dursleys had moved but no one could tell him where the family had moved to. Dumbledore didn't even know where Vernon Dursley worked. Disgruntled and lacking the man power to search for Harry, the only thing Dumbledore could do was go home to Hogwarts and explain to the ministry, the media, and Minerva what had happened. The last of which nearly had his head.
Then, in what would have been Harry's fourth year, Voldemort had arisen again, and had killed Cedric Diggory to gain his body back. Dumbledore had to find Harry fast, get him back to Hogwarts, and train him to kill Voldemort.
As he was thinking about what rituals to use to find the boy, an odd shaped object begin to hum and spin. Dumbledore turned around to find the noise and saw that it was Harry's accidental magic detector. Never before had Harry used enough magic to get the detector to move. Dumbledore only hoped that Harry had used enough magic to give him a location. Picking up the object he stopped it and the center started to spell out words for him. West Coast of North America. Great, that left Canada and the States to go through. Dumbledore could not go himself as he was expected to be at Hogwarts when the next term started. He decided to send two people from the order, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, both of whom were eager to find Harry again. Black had given up Harry because he did not want the responsibility of raising a child, which Dumbledore encouraged. Dumbledore had also encouraged Black to search for Peter. By the time Black had located Peter and caught him, Harry was ten and Black did not want to take him away from his family. So Black had settled on seeing Harry at school. Remus could not take the child because of the werewolf laws, which prevented him from raising Harry in England, so he joined his childhood friend in finding Harry.
Sorry about the wait, my job is trying to give me my full hours, but the only way they can is by giving me shifts where ever they can find them, like working till midnight then coming back in at 5:30 in the morning, it's been fun on my sleep pattern, that's for sure. Difficult to write when your falling asleep on your keyboard.
Next Chapter: the first day of Highscholl and Harry meets the rest of the Cullens