Through The Fire

By: RavenHeart101

Disclaimer: Ah… I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own Twilight (nor would I want to… -dies at the thought of making up such a Mary Sue plot). I do, however, own this plot.

Summary: The first war has ended and Poppy Pomfrey and young Remus Lupin have taken in young Harry Potter. They needed a way to get out to the Wizarding World before the Ministry and Dumbledore found out about them taking the child. So what do they do? They run. Remus runs straight into the small town of Forks. The same town that young Isabella Swan has just moved into, and, in someway, he manages to create his own little screwed up family. But will this family still stay intact when Remus hears about the vampires in Forks? Oh, poor Remus cannot escape trouble can he?

Warnings: Slash, au (very au), swearing, the timelines are changed so much!

A: N- The Marauders are in present time, not past… because it would be weird to try and write Twilight in the past. And, no, I am not a Twilight fan, nor am I a Bella fan, but I am going to try writing her as good so bear with me. Lily and James had Harry when they were 15 and died when they were 16. Remus has had Harry ever since he was 17 and Harry has a month before he turns two. In this story, Remus is 17.

A: N- Remus is with Emmett, Bella with Edward, 'nuf said. Rosalie's a mystery as who I'll put her with (I don't even know)… I'll probably have a poll up for her soon. Does anyone even read these?

If no one caught on from the last chapter… Poppy's being paired with Charlie. So… hopefully it works out.

A: N – Is still alive. No worries. :) I hate this chapter. Just saying.

Bella swung her feet over the edge of the seat, a frown lightly curving her lips. From her spot next to the window she could see the sun setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Calmly she turned her gaze back to the dressing rooms, where Angela and Jessica were changing into their forth set of dresses. She sighed heavily, a small smile covering up her frown as Remus leaned over to show her a picture in one of the many magazines laying on the table in front of them. "Who would want to wear that?" The picture portrayed a young woman a horrendously tacky dress looking almost painted onto her body. Bella wrinkled her nose at him, and a tiny laugh pushing through her lips.

"What do you think?" Angela twirled in a circle, the light green dress she had on swirling around her feet daintily.

"Good." Bella said, boredom evident in her voice.

"Fabulous." Remus smiled happily at her. "I love that one and the bright pink one. Way better than the blue."

Angela smiled gratefully at him, walking over to kiss him gently on the cheek before pushing her way back into the dressing room. "I think I'll get this one. I'm just going to change then we can go get dinner?"

Bella hid a snort from her spot next to the sandy haired teenage father, staring down at her crossed arms stubbornly. "Jess will probably take another hour." She muttered frustratingly under her breath. Remus frowned at her before turning back to his friend.

"Sounds good to me. How about Bella and I go check out the bookstore a few blocks down and meet you back here in half an hour?" Angela looked relieved for all of a second before nodding joyfully and almost prancing back into the changing room. "Come on! Up you get." He pulled at Bella's arm, ignoring how the brunet blinked up at him owlishly with her wide brown eyes. He forced her through the shop door, taking a relieving breath of fresh air that wasn't clouded with the scent of perfume. Stuffing his hands in his pockets Remus went were Bella directed him, pushing his way down the sidewalk.

"Are you going to prom?" She asked him softly as the wind ruffled her hair so that it covered her face.

Remus shook his head lightly. "No."

"Why not? I'm sure you could find someone to go with. Like Angela. Or Jess." Bella noted seriously, her eyes falling onto his figure with shock.

"Are you? Poppy's going to be working and someone needs to be home to watch Harry. Besides, dances aren't really my thing." In all honesty the date of prom was rather close to the full moon, and Remus didn't want to risk it being close enough for the wolf to act up.

Bella snorted lightly. "Oh come on. You're probably wonderful at dancing."

"I'm fantastic at dancing. The problem is that I don't particularly enjoy doing it." Bella hummed in agreement. "What about you? Why aren't you going?"

"I can't dance." She admitted with a chuckle. "Maybe I can come over and help you with Harry. Have a movie night or something."

He smiled over at her, and it striked him that she was never this happy and talkative when they were with anyone else. "That sounds great." Unless he counted her budding relationship with Edward Cullen. With a frown he let his mind wander, wondering just how much she was keeping from him. She had told him no more secrets, and yet here she was, keeping a rather large secret from him. Not that she knew that the Cullens were vampires, or at least he didn't think that she knew. He frowned, and paused, wondering for a second if he should ask her. How should he pose the question? And if he were to ask her he would probably have to let a few things slip... which he wasn't sure he could do. No matter how much she was growing on him.

"Right here." Bella nodded towards the looming, dark building before them. A Native American bookstore that she had been wanting to go to for weeks. They had some book she was interested in, something about their legends. Although why she couldn't just look them up on the internet was beyond him, but maybe Remus had just grown to fond of the muggle contraction. And he did love bookstores so she wouldn't find him complaining.

He held the door open for her, smiling at the man behind the counter before wandering over to one of the bookshelves as she looked through a different one, searching for her own book in one across from him. "I'm ready." She spoke up after ten minutes of mindless searching, a small plastic bag clenched in her hand and her eyes glowing with some sort of pride.

"To dinner then." He smiled back at her, twining his arm through hers and pulling her towards the exit of the shop.

"Excuse me sir?" The man behind the counter spoke up. Remus turned around to face him, startled for a moment. "I believe this may interest you." His hand held out an old, tattered, leather bound volume and Remus noticed the single rune painted on the cover. It looked familiar, and he was sure he could search for it in his Ancient Runes book that he still kept but there was just something about it. It was dark, and it didn't feel right and he could feel the wolf wining and pulling at his ribs for him to leave the shop.

"No thank you. Maybe later." He dismissed politely, ignoring how the shopkeeper's eyes followed him and Bella out of the shop. He tightened his grip on her arm, not enough to hurt her but enough for her to get the point, and guided them down the street that had come.

"That... was weird." She commented with a small twinge of fear. "What was up with that?" She was frowning again, and in worry this time and Remus felt his heart pick up speed.

"No idea." He said simply, his own fear being contained behind a steely gaze. "What was the name of the restaurant?" Quick approaching steps should have alerted him, but they didn't. Remus couldn't bring himself to really pay much attention to anything but the painted rune flashing behind his eyelids. But that turned out to be a problem when something cold and burning placed itself around his throat. He jerked away from the blade, feeling it slice across his skin before his hand flew up to cover the dripping red. Silver, he noted warily, that's why it burned.

"Now look here boys." A drunken voice said from somewhere behind him. "Two pretty little things for us to play with." Voices laughed from somewhere off to the side and Remus found his whole body go cold. His hand flew down to grip Bella's as his magic and the wolf pricked themselves for business. For a fight.

Bella stared in the general direction of the voices with fear blatant in her eyes. And, even if it weren't, he would have been able to smell it coming from her a state away. If she was so scared of these drunken men what would she be like when she caught sight of Edward when he needed to feed? Remus had been through a war, he had survived through a war, he was more ready to deal with a vampire than Bella was. Not that he would have to deal with a vampire. Unless what he and Emmett were were... anything... He shook his head to clear it of those thoughts. Emmett shouldn't be anywhere near his mind at the moment. Unless it was to call for help (which was physically impossible even with magic and Emmett's super hearing). "I have pepper spray." She spoke through a shaking voice. Remus turned to her with a barely restrained raised eyebrow. Oh what wonders a can of pepper spray would do.

"And we have a few knives. I think we come out on top darling." The men laughed again and Remus felt the wolf tense. He was ready to attack as one of the mens hands closed over both his and Bella's wrists, pulling them apart.

A car engine scared the men off, the ones that had grabbed the two of them throwing them onto the ground as a car sped into the ally way they had been walking down. A Silver Volvo took their place as Edward Cullen pushed open the door and all but growled at the drunken men. Bella rushed to his side (Edward's side that was), her brown eyes wide in shock when he pushed her into the car. "Get up." He commanded Remus and, if he was in the mood, the werewolf would have stayed on the pavement stubbornly. He wasn't just about to allow some random vampire to order him around. "Now." But he didn't find the energy in himself to fight with the vampire as he was using most of his energy trying to keep the wolf inside. His autumn eyes glowed gold before he closed them off to all sight, did a quick mental countdown from ten and then pushed himself up and into the leather seats of the car.

It should have been more awkward than it was, listening to Bella and Edward talk frantically about what had just happened. He should have really cared more than he did when he heard Bella's quiet gasp when her hand met Edwards. But he didn't. He wasn't tired either. It was simply that the wolf was still tugging at his ribs, telling him to let it out even though they were out of harms way. He forced it down with a wince, noting how the vampire's eyes were clouded with hunger when he looked back at him and caught sight of the sticky red that was dripping out of his neck. His hand reached up to cover the burning spot, his eyes meeting Edward's evenly until the vampire pulled his gaze back onto the road. "Drop me off here." Remus demanded as the vampire slammed on his breaks in surprise.

"What?" Bella asked in shock. But Remus paid her no mind, he was at the dress shop and Angela and Jessica were finally leaving with their purchases and he was pretty sure that the wolf was acting up because it didn't like Edward. If he stayed any longer he would probably pounce and rip out the dead guy's throat. Which would not be a pretty sight.

"I... Angela's my ride home." He made the lame excuse and pushed open the door quickly, stepping away from the curb as the car pulled out of the spot they had parked. Angela stared at him with an open mouth and Remus sighed as the wolf finally relaxed and resigned himself to the girl's worrying questions and a stinging in his neck.

"I heard you had a run in with some drunk dudes." Emmett's voice said from somewhere to his right. He jumped, his books tumbling out of his hands and onto the busy school floor. The books were almost automatically situated in Emmett's strong arms. Remus reached out to take them from him but the vampire simply walked down the hall to Remus's first class of the day: French. "Edward said you seemed a bit shaken up." Which was code for are you okay?

"I'm fine." He said evenly as they climbed the stairs, ignoring the looks that were being sent his way. He was being escorted to class by Emmett Cullen. And he happened to have two brand new bandages because he was that accident prone even when it wasn't the full moon. When it was he wasn't going to even go there.

"That cut doesn't look like you're fine." Emmett pointed out.

"I could have handled it without your brother's help." Remus replied with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest with a scowl.

"Remus..."

"Silver. I'm severely... allergic to silver." He glanced around them at he rapidly clearing hallway. They should probably speed it up if he wanted to get to class on time.

Emmett hummed from his side, the two of them continuing their walk in silence. "Your arm is feeling okay?" He asked nervously, but Remus, for the life of him, couldn't figure out just why he was acting nervous.

Remus looked up at him through his eyelashes. "Yeah. Almost completely healed." He was suddenly nervous himself. And maybe that was because the bell had just rang, signaling that he was late to class, or maybe it was because of how close Emmett suddenly was to him. His back pressed back against the lockers with a small clang. "Wh-what are you doing?" He asked softly, cursing how his voice broke.

"Come to my house for dinner?" Emmett stared into his eyes and Remus felt himself relaxing, almost purring in satisfaction. But there was this part of him, the teenage, desire part of him that was yearning to reach up and pull the vampire down so that his lips were resting on his. But he held himself back.

"When?" He asked instead, forcing himself to swallow and pull his gaze away from the looming figure before him.

"Tomorrow? Poppy has it off, yeah?" He almost couldn't believe that they were having this conversation right now. That they were having this conversation so close to one another. The desire to kiss the vampire was almost gone at the mention of his surrogate aunt.

"Yeah..." He said softly, his eyes almost falling completely on the taller male's lips as Emmett leaned forward. But they didn't fall onto his like he expected, merely lowering themselves to a small kiss on his cheek. For some reason, that only made his heart beat faster than it had before.

"I'll pick you up at six then."

"Okay." He leaned back against the lockers as the vampire sent him a disarming smile and took off down the hallway. He hadn't felt so... pulled to another being ever since Sirius. Actually... he was pretty sure even Sirius hadn't managed to turn him into a bubbling mess with a simple kiss on his cheek. And that was a very terrifying thought.