Summary: AU Non-magic HP/Twilight, JC/HP EC/BS, Moving to forks to escape the newly-weds, brother and sister Harry and Bella go to live with their father Charlie. At school, they meet a group of strange people… SLASH
Warnings: Slash, later lemons, and innuendo of many kinds later
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight.
AN: Thank you everyone who reviewed! It makes me happy! And some of you asked if Harry would have a power, but he doesn't—not until he becomes a vamp, and he will become one… in time… But I am also glad most of you liked my thing with the DE/V. And I decided I would make Draco and Blaise mates! Yay! (I only really did it for two reasons—one, it's fucking hot, and two, it'll be fun for Alice! Evil Smirk)
AND A QUICK MESSAGE TO C, who is not a member on , yet still reviewed (thanks!), I was totally on the same page with you, lol. So we'll be perverts together!
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Chapter 9
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Edward, I hope you can hear me, Jasper thought, pulling the teen closer to him, because I need to know what's wrong with Harry. Something really scared him—I think Mr. Scott knows what's wrong…
Edward frowned when he heard his brother's distress-call. Something scared Harry? What about Mr. Scott? His frown grew as he slung his bag over his shoulder and started to walk past Mr. Scott's office (located in the boy's locker room).
…was I supposed to know he would freak out just saying "Boy!"? Honestly, the kid is a downright mess! I feel sorry for Officer Swan, having to deal with the poor kid…
'Boy' scared Harry? He picked up his speed, heading for the exit/entrance of the gym and spotted Harry with Jasper. His brother was hugging the boy close, and he would've in any other time smiled—but the things Harry was remembering…
-"Boy!" a large fat man screamed, and a small looking Harry—very skinny and in rags, turned around. The fat man growled and approached the little boy, and Edward gasped when he lifted a large hand and smacked the boy across the chin, and used the momentum to bring up his other hand and push him against the wall.
"Boy, you are in big trouble! You broke that vase and my Dudders stepped in it! He's bleeding all over the floor, boy…" he said in a low tones, his face was changing from red to purple, and Edward wondered if he would have a heart attack.
"I-I didn't do it though!" the small Harry said, his eyes closed shut, his whole body tense.
"Shut up you freak! You sure as hell did it—how dare you blame my son?!" with that, he lifted his big meaty arm and started to beat the boy; his fists slammed into the child's shoulder, his cheek bones, his chest, stomach, arms, and after the long beating, he turned the boy around, and Edward felt as if he would break apart…
There were scars all over the already-small child's back. The large man growled and took out a knife, and Edward felt his eyes sting with the tears he could never shed.
The man slowly, with a grin on his face, carved his knife into the middle of the child's shoulder-blades, writing at an agonizingly slow pace, the word "W-O-R-T-H-L-E-S-S".
When he was done, the man stood back and let the cry boy fall to the floor. "Don't worry freak, I'll add more next time you try to blame my son for your own stupid mistakes!"-
Edward swallowed thickly, his eyes staring at the teen now crying into Jasper's shoulder. He took in a deep breath and saw Jasper's calculating eyes on him. He could feel what he felt, and no doubt what Harry was feeling…
Without moving his lips, he whispered so no human could hear him, "He was abused…"
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Alice ran while she tired to learn more about who the Volturi were aligning with. She tried to think about the three teens she had seen, or even the cloaked figure. She could only pick up on a few things.
She had figured out the teen Marcus was very impulsive, one second deciding to bash some poor soul's skull in, and the second deciding it would be a waste of time. Also, for some reason, whenever she concentrated on Marcus, she would catch glimpses of smoke, a sickly-green haze, people coughing, and dead bodies. This Marcus was someone she would never want to get on the wrong side of…
Then… whenever she tried to see the future of Draco and Blaise (she learned during a vision)… it was usually something very… private.
She put a hand over her mouth and nose, trying hard not to laugh—and she was thankful she was a vampire or she would be blushing as well. Those two were very ecstatic about one-another.
She sighed, remembering the near-mental-porn she had seen only moments before…
"Please… Draco!" the dark-skinned man moaned, a sheen of sweat covering his naked chest. He gasped, clutching at the sheets and squeezing his legs around the blonde's waist, screaming out as he came.
Draco smirked, pumping in and out of the dark man, groaning at the warm walls squeezing his member, giving a few more thrusts before he too was pushed over the edge, moaning out "Blaise!"
Alice moaned aloud, moving her hands to cover her entire face—she had to get that scene out of her mind before she made it to her family! What would Edward think of her!?
Despite that thought, she giggled and ran ahead faster. Even though those two creatures were amazingly hot and wonderful to watch, they were dangerous and could harm her family. No one harmed her family and got away with it.
Sighing, she tried her hardest to concentrate on her past vision, and tried to notice their names and what they looked like only—and she was either too engrossed in the sex they were having, or on their faces, to notice that the blonde, Draco, had wings on his back, and that Blaise's hands were burning and outlined in fire.
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Harry was blushing. He was crying, his face hidden in Jasper's chest, once more. He was surprised Jasper didn't just toss him away—all he seemed to do these days was cry…
Jasper held the emerald-eyed teen closer to his chest when he felt the self-loathing and depression settle on top of the fear. He pushed feelings of comfort and calm over the teen, trying to at least get the tears to stop. It was such a heart-wrenching sight, yet it was beautiful.
Edward laughed softly, too low for a human to hear, besides him. He shot the older vampire a dirty glare, before he felt the bundle of feelings in his arms start to stir. "I'm so sorry Jasper… I've been nothing but a bother, and I've ruined your shirt twice in one day…" he pulled back but kept his eyes low. "I… I should go now…" he said, blushing deeply. I should go, but I dread seeing Charlie… he thought, and Edward re-stated the message to his brother quietly.
Nodding his head, Jasper placed one of his hands under the teen's chin, smiling at the mixture of blush and pout on the human's face. "Harry, you're still welcome to come to my house… maybe you could tell me what has you so upset, and maybe work on you horrible French," he said, smiling lightly though his eyes still held worry. He tried harder to push calm onto the poor teen, and smiled when Harry sighed softly.
"I… I wouldn't want to impose…" he started, but Jasper laughed softly and shook his head.
"Harry, you're welcome over any time." Harry blushed and nodded his head, opening his mouth to reply when something in his jacket pocket vibrated and he jumped.
"Sorry…" he mumbled as he pulled his phone out. ONE NEW MESSAGE: Harry frowned, "I never get texts…" he continued on, hitting OK, :: hey Har, ill tel Char you goin somewhere. Tell me if u need a ride. Luv Bells
Harry blushed and turned his head to the nearly empty student parking lot to see his sister just exiting the parking lot. I'll definitely get you back Izzie, he growled mentally, while Jasper casually took Harry's hand in his own, reading the short text, before flashing a brilliant smile.
"Excellent!"
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The trio followed behind both the Leader's and the Guards; they were being led to a larger sitting room to put down their terms on paper.
"I don't get it," Marcus growled out, "we have vampires on our side, why do we need these whelps?"
Draco growled loudly as well, hissing out, "Do not forget we are guests here Flint—and you know very well why we need them on our side," he said, calming down as Blaise set a warm hand to his bicep, "You just like to bitch and moan about everything," he finished, snapping his head forward once more.
Marcus only sneered and turned his gaze to the side, the edges of his chin and arms starting to emit a musky-green gas. Blaise shot him a look, stating calmly, "Do not make a fool out of yourself Marcus. I will dispose of you if I feel the need. Our Lord trusts my decisions."
Flint snarled, flashing his black eyes at the elemental, "I fucking get it already!" he shouted just as they entered the sitting room, and all of the vampires exchanged glances, and Blaise cursed mentally.
Flint was giving off a bad first impression of who the Death Eaters were—he would take care of him, one way or another; by his hands, his lover's, or his Lord's.
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Alice gaped as a vision covered her sight, and a dark scene seemed to take place right in front of her eyes.
An extremely old man stared calmly down at a scene of war and death in front of him. He seemed so… indifferent, it made Alice wince. The man took in a deep breath and shook his head, turning his head to the side, and there was a group of small children gathered around, huddling together—some were naked, skin a shade of blue in the obvious cold, and some were scantily clad in rags.
"My children, you will see the truth in the end, and when it is over with and through, you will thank me…" he said, a small smile on his face as he motioned for a man next to him, scars covering his face and an eye-patch covering his right eye.
The man grunted and moved forward, pulling out three bags. He opened the first—it was nothing special, just a large green-velvet bag, and he emptied it's contents, tossing the bag up and shaking out small… dust particles?... over the children.
A few screamed, and Alice screamed with them. She realized what they were doing to the small children, the children, innocent babies. They were werewolves, a small percentage of them were werewolves… and the dust particles were specs of silver.
Though she was forced to watch, she closed her eyes and felt her body fall down onto dirt as she watched the horrible man open a second bag—this one looked as if it were made out of sewn-together pieces of skin, and out of it came fire.
She could hear her gasps and tearless wails slightly muffled out as the rest of the children burned. Some tried to run, some sat there, crying and begging, cursing and screaming. She shook her head, wanting desperately to turn away, to see an end to this vision, but she had to watch… the man continued to hold the bag in front of the group of children until the fire ran out, and he tossed the bag into the flames.
"It's done Albus—and I pray every last one of them rots in hell," he growled, spitting onto the a beautiful, precious looking little girl.
She was crying, ash and soot covered half of her face in random places, and tear streaks were making their way down her burning cheeks. Even dieing she was a beautiful creature… she was fair as a vampire, yet her ears were pointed to tips, and her eyes were a vibrant orange—or was it a reflection of the fire?
Alice shook her head, sobbing louder than before as the children's screams were dying down, as more and more of the children died…
The old man, Albus, turned to face the scene of the battle; creatures that she had never known existed fought against what she could guess were humans. Werewolves she had guessed had existed, she knew shape-shifters existed, but there were fair-folk, things she had never known about! There were giants, elves, people turning into gas, people throwing out lighting, fire, water, and people flying.
It was horrible yet mesmerizing to watch the battle, despite the gruesome blood spilt. Anything was better than watching those children die.
"The Army—the Order of the Phoenix, has made another step to victory, and only when we find Harry Potter will we finally win…" he whispered, holding a small round globe level with his twinkling eyes.
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Okay! Hope you liked the chapter! I thought it was… okay-ish. I think they've been getting worse and worse because I have so much going on at the same time, and I don't know what to add, what to take out, and what is utter bull shit. Anyways, I hope you liked it, and review me what you though!
AND I WANT TO KNOW if you want me to post another story I started. It's a Fenrir Greyback/Harry Potter fic. It's probably not going to be less than five chapters, but more than two. I finished the first one before I started this story, and I just want to know if anyone would be interested in reading it. If not, I won't even bother.
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