By Arianna Fliss

The sixth chapter. I'm currently listing things I want to put in the story, and then I suddenly get all fired up to write! But still, writing a lot of chapters and then post it in one day won't do. So I have to contain this excitement, and I really hope that my writing will improve. So I can pour all these ideas into something worth reading. Thank you for reading this!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own both of Harry Potter and Twilight.

Chapter 6 – Friend or Foe?

Sam POV

I tried to push back the urge to grin when Emily's scent filled the air; but it failed, of course. I ran up to her and let her throw herself into a kiss. Emily was such a stress relief. I could go patrolling all day, and just by seeing her once, it can lighten up my mood.

"Hey," I whispered in the middle of our kiss.

"You're late." She frowned, smacking my bare chest.

"Well, give me the chance to pay for it." I leaned to kiss her.

"Oh, stop it you guys." Paul protested. "I'm fucking eating!"

Emily stopped me. Then, she whispered. "We have all the night."

I grinned when everyone faked throwing up.

"So," I said, turning to everyone. "Anything you get from the patrol?"

"Same old same." Embry sighed. "I'm starting to think there's no need to patrol."

"You sound like you miss some leeches." Quil grinned, elbowing him.

"Well, don't you?" Paul said as he took another muffin. "It's fucking boring here."

Seth frowned. "I'd rather have this peace. Who knows how long we can stay like this?"

"Well—"

The sound of a wolf running made our heads turned. Jacob was running with all his might, causing all of us to stiffen up. Something was not right.

He vanished for a moment, and then thankfully, returned with his pants on. I couldn't possibly let Emily see him naked. We all stared at him, expecting him to spit the news.

"I saw the leech—Edward, with a guy I don't recognize.."

"So?" Paul cut him. "It's not like they can't bring friends home."

"Shut up, Paul, let him finish." I said impatiently.

"On a broom."

"Why on earth the two of them would be on a fucking broom?"

"Paul!" I snapped, causing him to shut up.

Jacob inhaled before answering, "Flying."

We were all trying to digest his one word. Jake was staring at us, as we stared back. The only thing there was a complete honesty. With no logic.

"By flying, you mean.." Embry said, unsure of what he was asking.

"Flying. In the sky. Flying!" Jacob blurted hurriedly.

"Flying?" Quil repeated. "But—why?"

"It's not about why, Quil. It's about how."

"Some new technology?"

"It would've been in the news if someone finds how to make a broom flying."

"Well," Seth cut us. "It's awesome and all, but.. So? Why would that make you come here running like it was something dangerous?"

Jacob sighed. "Seth, if he could do something like flying, he's possibly able to do other things we can't."

"But we don't know that." Seth rebutted.

"Exactly," I answered him. "We can't be uncertain. We have to know it for sure, whether he's a threat or not."

Seth went quiet for a moment. "So? What do we do?"

My eyes caught Jacob's. We stared at each other before I said. "You know what to do."

He nodded, before running towards the forest and turned into a huge brown wolf.

JasperPOV

The wizarding world was absolutely magnificent.

This was the first time I had been so absorbed in a book. I couldn't take my eyes off the books; the stories, the moving pictures.. Every word hooked me. It was just like reading an amazing novel to me; you just couldn't get enough of it. It was so.. overwhelming. I lived for hundreds of years, I've seen a lot of events. But there wasn't a single hint that this world existed. I couldn't believe that I missed such a huge world. Especially the second wizarding world war. Sure, there was a lot of odd destruction around Britain that time, but it never occurred to me that all of that was because of magic. Such a huge event, to be covered up with no evidence at all was just.. amazing.

I contained my excitement and carefully flipped the papers so that it wouldn't be torn.

The same went for the rest of us. Carlisle took a lot of medical and potions books to his room, Esme and Bella with books of wizarding customs and the Daily Prophet, Edward with the spell books—he tried to cast some spells and failed, of course—and my Alice with some fashion magazines.

"Ooh, I always see robes as embarrassing clothes with no fashion points at all, but these witches sure know how to make it look good!" She squealed. "This one.. and this one too.. Harry, how can I order this?"

We all waited for his answer, but all we heard was Rosalie changing her sitting position.

I marked the page I read before closing it and placing it on my desk. I dashed downstairs then asked, "Where's Harry?"

Rosalie scowled. "How should I know?"

I shrugged. "Well, maybe you happen to see him."

"Well, I thought you knew that if I happen to run across that git, I'll let you know." She muttered while she stood, heading for the back door.

"Where are you going?"

"Hunting."

"Wait, I'm coming."

She stopped. She turned to raise her eyebrow at me. "You're sure? Wouldn't you be searching for that git instead?"

I shrugged. "I'm sure he'll come back any moment, besides, it's been a long time since we last hunted together, isn't it?"

She grinned, before the two of us dashed to the forest, heading to our favorite place of hunting: Canada.

"Well," I said, after I finished my third lion. Rosalie only drank two, and now all she had been doing was staring at me. "It's quite a good meal."

"Rosalie Hale, do you ever hear a Vampire being not able to move after drinking three lions straight?"

"No, but you can be the first one."

I smiled, as I cleaned some dirt on my sleeve. Alice was going to kill me. "It's better to be prepared."

"I suppose."

And there was an awkward silence after that. I sat next to her, both of us facing a huge lake.

"Rose," I called her. "Why do you hate him so much?"

She laughed wryly. "You won't understand for sure, since he was your best buddy after all. It's like the whole world belongs to you two."

"Ooh, so you're jealous?" I smirked.

"What? Ew. I love you, Jasper, not that way." She shivered.

"I wasn't implying on myself."

It took her two seconds to understand what I meant.

"WHAT? N-No! That git.. That ludicrous, evil little jerk! You're saying I'm jealous? Of you, being with him? Please." She rolled her eyes. "He would be the last person I would ever be jealous of."

I laughed at her expression. She radiated pure disgust when she talked about him, but the spark was there. It could never go away. "Why do you hate him so much? You only met him for days."

"I've met him far before he moved in," She replied, surprising me. "I met him when I was hunting in Canada—"

She blinked. She looked around, before her eyes widened as she said, "Oh, it was here!"

Sensing my unspoken question, she elaborated. "It was here, the first time I saw Scarhead! He put a barrier on my mind and killed two men—"

"Killed two men?" I repeated in disbelief.

She didn't speak a word, but my question had been answered.

"Why?"

"How should I know?"

"He hasn't mentioned why he moved in, has he?"

"Even Carlisle doesn't know. 'I believe in them' he said." She snorted.

"We need to talk to him."

"Really? You're going to interrogate your BFF?" She said, noting on BFF.

I sighed. "First, it's a term used for girls. Please don't use it on me. I'm more manly than any man you could ever meet."

She rolled her eyes. "Second?"

"It seems like we can't be sure whether he's a friend or foe."

I gestured her to follow me, as we both dashed back home.

Harry walked casually around the cliff, trying to act natural. Stay calm, Harry. Stay calm. He had to. He inhaled, then exhaling. Pretending that he was just here to enjoy the forest. He didn't know a damn thing about this huge brown wolf and why on earth would that wolf be following him, so he didn't know plans that would actually work. He knew right away that something was different about this wolf. It wasn't just some ordinary huge wolf in the forest; it was something different.

Its gestures were too.. Human.

He fought the urge to take his wand out of his pocket. It was his logic that ordered him to stay calm and pretend not to notice. But it was his hunch that kept on telling him to face that thing. The wolf could suddenly attack him, and it was too risky to not hold his wand.

But what should he do? Just ran away? Or turned around and hex the wolf? Or disapparate? All those things would give all his secrets away, since the thing most likely followed him to find out who he was.

He turned quickly; he could see that the wolf was very surprised. They both stared at each other: no one made a single move. He looked at the wolf for a really long time.

"Hello there."

That's chapter 6! I really hope you enjoy it. And again, I need all advices I can get. Comments, advices, flames—anything so I can improve my work. REVIEW!