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Rated: T (Dry humor, make out sessions without graphic detail, and naughty words)
WARNING: this story will contain the following: Boy love, meaning that yes two male characters will eventually be trading some form of bodily fluid. If you don't approve be so kind as to remove your self from this page at this moment. A crossover of characters and out of character moments will happen! Reason being that I am only borrowing the names and some attributes of the originals, it's a fan fiction meaning that as the writer I can make Harry giggle or faint whenever I want, don't like it please remove yourself from this page at this moment. We will also have a few dirty jokes here and there along with a naughty word or two! Thank you for reading now please enjoy. (One last thing: I don't beta so excuse any mistakes!)
A/N: YIKES! Hey this thing is a year old! Anyway: Sorry about the long wait guys, I've had to use much of my imagination on speeches this semester! But here it is, I just finished this like a few minutes ago so I apologize for anything that doesn't make sense! If any questions arise feel free to inform me! Umm about this chapter, there is a lot and I mean a lot of dry humor and a tinge of angst and what not, mostly funny though I think. Lost of different POV and a few bitch fits! Umm what else ahhh I think that is all, please enjoy and again I am so sorry for the wait, hence the longer chapter, and ahh yeah Please don't expect another update soon! Maybe in a month! Thanks for reading and enjoy.
P.S Extra disclaimer: There are a few references to movies, shows and such that are not mine. If you catch on to them You get cyber cookies!
P.S.S: TERRA! SHE FALLS ON HER FACE! =D
Grover shifted in his seat as he watched Bella walk in with the other half-blood named Jacob. He sent a silent prayer of thanks to Dionysus when he noticed the other boy had chosen to stay behind. He had yet to completely understand why it was that he felt uneasy when around the Quileute boys, well if he thought about it, he did know why that was. That first meeting he, as the humans would say, luckily dodged the bullet.
(Flash back)
"Hey Grover, you alright walking around here with those?"
Grover smiled and nodded, "Yeah Mike, I'm good thanks."
His interaction with people had improved. He wasn't so nervous about his away missions anymore. War had, like many of his friends would agree, matured them in both body and mind. Though a relapse here and there came to no surprise.
Being out of the school did wonders for his nerves, guarding a half-blood full time was no walk in the park regardless of the experience any satyr might all ready have. He sat on the sandy beech floor and smiled as he watched the boys in his "class" show off in front of the girls. It was apparently a long lived tradition for the younger crowd to hit the La Push beech before school started. There was no set date, just summer and the beech. This, however, had been the first time Grover had paid a visit to this part of Washington seeing as his charge had not joined the hormone driven bunch until well today.
"Grover you want something to eat?"
He looked up and smiled at Angela, his charge's name, "Sure, let me grab my legs."
Grover pretended to struggle as he rose from the sand and followed her to the pit. They passed him a plate, and soon as everyone's attention was on the boys, he cut his meal and send it up as an offering to Dionysus.
"How are you liking the beech Grover? Same as New York?"
He turned to one of the boys and shrugged, "Strangely enough, it feels like home. My best friend would probably want to camp out on this shoreline at least one time before his retirement, or so he calls it."
"Retirement? What is he? One of those plan ahead kind of weirdoes?"
He smiled and shook his head. He was about to answer when a bunch of wolf calls and cheering caught his attention. A group of teenaged boys had just appeared from the wooded area near the beach. Everyone around him answered in kind, well Angela just smiled and waved.
The kid he was speaking with stood and greeted the tallest of the boys, "Jake, dude we thought you guys weren't gonna make it!"
Jake smiled, "You and I both! Seriously cant take these animals anywhere."
The guys with him started to complain loudly at Jake's statement, "See? Bunch of complainers!"
Everyone laughed, all in good fun. As the boy turned to introduce Jacob to Grover a small gust of wind blew pass and hit him like a ton of bricks. These kids smelled like…they weren't mortals, and if his nose still worked as well as it did a few seconds ago, he was about to be in dire need of back up. These boys, the one in front of him and assuming the scent from the first wasn't just overly potent, smelled a mix of wild wolf and God.
"Grover!"
The satyr snapped out of his stupor and looked up, "Sorry?"
"This is Jacob Black."
He nodded and held out his hand, "Nice to meet you Jacob."
Jacob furrowed his eyebrows as another low wind hit, only this time from Grover's end causing the other boys behind him to go stiff, "Yeah same."
The kid cleared his throat and both boys released their hold on each other, "You guys ok?"
Grover immediately nodded and stood as shakily as he could, "Yeah don't worry, just got lost in thought. Jacob reminded me of someone, it's nothing."
Jacob nodded in agreement, but took a cautious step back. Grover smiled and moved towards the pit where his bag was. He felt Jacob move back to his friends, then cursed under his breath as he heard one of the boys, the one who smelled slightly stronger like earth than Jacob, whisper, "He smells like a goat…not a trace of human."
Grover inwardly cringed, he had to move away from them, or the goat would so be out of the bag. It was time to call home for help.
(end Flashback)
Grover was brought back out of his musings as the chairs to the right of Annabeth were filled in by Bella, Jacob and the other boys that had accompanied him. He smiled shakily and nodded hello, thanking the Gods for the billionth time that day that he would not have to speak much thanks to the loud music. Since their last meeting, he had taken to masking his scent as best he could, but knew it didn't do much to help. His smell was too strong meaning that when not drenched in the continuously falling rain, he so smelled like a petting a zoo, or so Luke said. Then again Luke always told Harry his smelled of fresh baby powder, he wasn't quite sure if he should take heed in his words.
So he treaded cautiously, staying downwind and in a heard of people as much as possible. Hence the greatness of the club, what better way to mask your scent than to blend in with a sweaty crowd of midnight dancers.
He let himself relax a bit and listened into the music, he was a bit worried over Bella getting too close to Jacob, but the half-blood seemed more interested in the conversation, if you could call speaking over thumping music conversation, he was having with the guys from town.
He smiled when Draco came back from the restroom. He had grown fond of the kid. Hebe's second son was a bit rough around the edges, but the kid was good company. As he opened his mouth to ask Draco if he had seen Luke and the others on his way back, Bella cut him off, "Oh, you're here…"
Grover furrowed his eyebrows at Bella's statement and turned to Draco. He bit back a snort as he found the boy giving the Fork's native a rather impressive hand gesture and a smile made for a toothpaste commercial. He was again taken for a spin when Draco suddenly dropped his hand and smile. The boy's eyes were the size of dinner plates! He followed the blonde's gaze and found Jacob staring back with a similar look of shock. The DJ seemed to sense the tension as the song switched to a fast beat track about a dirty dancer of some kind. Both boys seemed to snap out of their stupor as Draco turned away, his shoulders moving in silent laughter, and Jacob merely opened and closed his mouth as he shook his head while looking toward the DJ's booth.
It appeared that little Draco had some explaining to do. Grover shifted himself, about to go into gimmie dish mode, when Jacob suddenly stood.
"Luke, Charles, how'd you guys find this place?"
As Jacob shook the boys hands, Grover send Harry a thumbs up. Harry caught it and winked at him.
"Who's this…Harry?" Grover gulped as Jacob tilted his head as if trying to place where "Harry" would be "Harry". Annabeth, Percy and Draco had gone completely still along with him. He noted Harry getting ready to deny, deny, deny like a good little Half-blood, but he was cut off by Angela, "Alice, Jasper, Edward!"
To say everyone suddenly forgot to breathe was an understatement. Grover noted with a tiny bit of shock how the boys who had accompanied Jacob suddenly stood with slightly fierce looks in the eyes. As for Harry, well the Half-blood looked like he'd just been assigned a life sentence to Greyon's well more accurately now, Eurytion's, ranch.
Alice then spoke up, how she overpowered the music was still a mystery to this very day, "Hello Jacob, Seth, Quil," She said with a smile, then she turned to Luke, "I apologize for not introducing ourselves earlier, my name is Alice, this is Jasper, and this is Edward."
Luke smiled and shook their hands, "I'm Luke and this is Charlie and this is…"
"Harry." Grover winced as Edward spoke and looked the boy over with wide eyes.
"No way," Bella snorted, "That is not Harry, she's probably busy fucking some random guy on the streets right now."
"Watch it bitch, I don't give a fuck if you think you're a lady. My right hand will still knock your teeth out!" Draco growled as he stood.
Grover bit his lip and silently prayed. This quest was only a good old fashion bar brawl away from going to Hades in a hand basket!
Edward watched Harry, yes this had to be his Harry. This boy in front of him was the mirror image of his lover. From head to toe, this was his Harry. The mark, barely covered by black cotton, was there and everything. How it had survived all these years, hell how Harry had survived all these years was a question for the ages, and one that he would have answered by the lovely creature before him. He noted the calculating look in the forest green eyes he so longed to see again. A way out was it? Well think long and hard sweetheart, cause Edward Cullen was in the mood for mind games.
He narrowed his eyes as the boy opened his mouth, daring him to speak, "Um, I donna know who this Harry lad is, but I can assure ye all, I'm no' him. My name is James, James Peverell." Edward raised an eyebrow as "James" turned to look at him, "Jim, if ye prefer."
Jim Peverell was it then? Edward shook his head, really? Oh Harry was so playing with fire right now, and he, well he will be more than happy to soothe the burn after.
Harry bit his lip. Edward was staring at him with a look that said bring it biotch, daddy's got your next move right here. He wanted to say more, but the Gods seem to have decided he had been hung out to dry long enough.
"You three," Harry and company turned as a voice boomed over the music, "Come with me."
Harry raised an eyebrow and looked the guy up and down. Saved by a gorilla in shades and a suit? He'll take what he could get! He turned to the man completely and put on his best you so don't intimidate me face, "You're gonna have to be a wee bit more specific for us there chief."
The man in black mirrored Harry's raised eyebrow and lowered his glasses, "Lt. Commander Montgomery Scott," he said while looking at Harry, then he moved his gaze to Beckendorf, "Agent J," and finally to Grover, "and Justin Guarini."
Harry smirked and nudged Charles, "I think I finally outranked ye."
Charles laughed and cross his arms, "And where is it you require us to go?"
The man stared at booth Half-bloods before answering, "The owner wishes to speak with you three," He looked at Grover who had finally moved to stand next to Harry.
"Well, an invitation from the top laddies! We best go."
Charles nodded and sighed, "Might as well."
Harry turned to Grover, "I donna believe we've met, Justin was it?"
Harry noticed Grover had to hold back an eye roll, "Grover."
"Ah, I like that better."
"Shall we gentlemen?" the man said with an air of sarcasm and yeah I can totally kick your ass.
"Aye aye Commander Spock," Harry said with a salute, he really needed to learn how to shut his mouth up, "After you Agent J."
"As always Commander," Beckendorf said as he took lead.
"Cheeky bastard," He laughed as he went after Charles with Grover in tow. Out of the corner of his eye he noted that Edward almost made to follow, but Jasper pulled him back. The seemed to exchange silent words and Edward merely nodded but continued to burn Harry with a heated gaze. Good lords the man set him on fire!
"Luke told me to contact Percy if something went wrong." Grover whispered to Harry as they moved further away from the table.
Harry snorted, that cocky sod knew this would happen, "anything goes south from here tell them to run and do an immediate extraction."
Charles fell into step with them and added, "You leave with them Grover, the minute we give you a window of escape. You leave us behind and go with them. They will need you."
Harry noted that Grover wanted to argue, but thought better of it. The satyr knew his duty was to protect Angela, Jacob, and Embry. The party was big enough to be considered a moving buffet and Grover was the only one who could scent monsters soon enough to give them time to run.
"Ok…"he whispered.
They came to a sudden stop at a back door, the gorilla told them to wait and promptly showed them the camera pointed directly at their persons, "Move and I'll know," he grumbled. This was getting weirder by the minute.
Draco stared at the retreating form of his brother and then back to Edward. This guy was everything but stupid. Talk about a determined suitor. He cleared his throat and motioned for them to take a seat. Edward took the seat right next to him, oh the joy.
"I'll be murdered if I say anything." he blurted out just loud enough before Edward could even begin.
"Murdered?" Edward asked in a disbelieving tone.
"Yep, I'll be flayed alive then tossed out for the crows to eat."
Edward gave him another look. Damn this persistent man, "Look, all I can say is this, and Annabeth and Percy can hold me to it," said Persons nodded in agreement, "Harry does like you. I have never been so sure of anything in my life. The thing is Harry wants you, but Harry doesn't want you. Well like Harry does, but doesn't, or more like can't, you know?"
Both Annabeth and Edward stared at him with a what the hell are you smoking look, while Percy nodded in complete agreement. He let out a frustrated huff, "It's like this, right now right now, Harry wants you. Either in a room or in an open field, I dunno. The thing is Harry doesn't want you right now right now because Harry can't have you right now right now."
Annabeth shook her head and tried to smooth things over a bit, "What Draco is trying to say is that, at this moment, the last thing Harry can afford to do is loose focus. Harry does love you, Edward. There's no doubt in my mind that if the opportunity arose and Harry could have both you and finish a few things that must be done, there would be no hesitation on Harry's behalf to pursue a relationship with you."
The three half-bloods waited for Edward to give them some kind of acknowledgment, they were so not a patient bunch.
"Is that why she cut her hair and went back to being a he?"
Out of all the questions, why the damned man had to choose this one was beyond Draco's comprehension!
"We talking about Hare Bear?"
He thanked Hermes from the bottom of his heart, Luke was his favorite cousin right now.
"She was gonna come, but she completely knocked out the minute she got home. Those pain meds can put down a horse!" Luke emphasized his words by using his hands to choke himself. Really this man was anything if not charming.
Luke quickly maneuvered himself in the seat between Draco and Percy, then launched into full blown half-blood crowd control, "I bet you're wondering why Jim looks like an even more de-boobiefied version of Hare Bear huh?," he paused and gave Percy a good once over, "How you doing?" he moved his eyebrows up and down. Percy fought down a blush and the urge to either make out with or knock out his obnoxious boyfriend. Draco took back his gratitude.
"Right so where was I…Oh yes, Jim, well you see she looks like Jim cus Jim and Harry have the same father." Luke smiled as his hands mysteriously abandoned the top of the table, "Hence the same eye color and similar facial features. That probably explains why Jim is so girly looking…or Harry so manly…I wonder."
Draco glanced over at Edward praying the man would loose a few neurons and just go with everything stupid Luke was saying and then the Duck chimed in, "So you met Harry way before La Push?"
Luke turned his I'm so gonna jack your fake purse smile towards Bella, "No, that was the first time I met Harry. You see, not that it's any of your business, I didn't know she was my cousin until Jim called me about a week ago and told me he was going to come down to see Harry perform cus her father wasn't going to be able to make it. Sadly his flight was delayed and he only arrived a few hours ago. Good lesson to learn though kids: Find out where your family's at! You might end up dating a cousin, or a second cousin, or an uncle! Imagine that scandal!"
"Then what's with the Scottish accent?" She snapped. Relentless bitch! Couldn't she take the sarcastic hint?
Luke suppressed a smile as Percy gave a squeak at the same time as Bella's screech, "Hmmm? Oh Jim is a Scottish Highlander with a knack of starring in house-wife fantasy novels."
Bella opened her mouth to argue when Draco had enough and cut her off, "Look Bessie, our family's dirty laundry isn't really any of your business k?" Luke always began to loose a bit of concentration whenever his hands disappeared. Yet they only disappeared when Percy was around so take a guess as to where they currently were.
Bella glared and was again cut off only this time it was by an indignant Percy, "Dray! Don't call her that!" Draco guessed he finally got a hold of Luke's hands.
Everyone within ear shot gave Percy a look, except for Luke and Annabeth who seemed to be suppressing smiles, "why?"
"I have a baby sea cow, well he's not a baby anymore but he's still the cutest little sea cow ever, and I named him Bessie by accident thinking he was a she. We saved him a few years back." he smiled and probably forgot about the groping as he more than less likely held one of Luke's hands under the table with a gentle touch, "But she," He continued as he looked to Bella, "She is so not cute like my Bessie."
Draco had absolutely no idea what the Sea God's son was rambling on about but nodded all the same, "You're right, I apologize to Bessie. Fella I will never call you that again."
Any gratitude that had dawned on Bella's features vanished as she stood angrily and gave him a death glare. Now he presumed she was going to stomp away towards the restroom in a supposedly intimidating fashion but…
"Damn Bella you all right?"
"I'm fine Jacob!"
She fell face first on the floor as she turned and her feet got caught on the chair legs. Draco was about to laugh his ass off, but he let out a huff of annoyance instead as Jacob, so that was his name, who had finally remembered to breathe and move, made to help her. She got up and slipped a few times before she was helped up by a concerned citizen, Jacob backed down at her tone, and took off towards the restroom. He saw Jacob look like he wanted to go after her and just couldn't take it anymore.
"I need caffeine," He said as he slammed his hands on the table, effectively stopping Jacob from going after Bella, and stood to go to the bar.
"Bring me some water!" He heard Percy yell after him. He waved a hand in acknowledgment. For some reason he felt a shit load of, dare he think it, jealousy, when he thought of Jacob being with Bella in any way shape or form. So he kept walking without looking back, knowing that if he did, and Jacob had in fact gone after the chit, he would be killing more than monsters this evening!
Edward glanced over at Draco's retreating form. The blonde had effectively avoided confirming or disproving any of his theories involving Harry. His cousin Luke, or so they claimed to be cousins, had only solidified his doubts about the connection between his Harry and present Harry. There were too many coincidences in his story to be true, and just be a tad bit corny and quote a movie, "I like god do not play with dice, and don't believe in coincidences."
"They weren't lying Edward."
Edward glanced to Jasper and gave him a slight nod in acknowledgment.
"There was much of many emotions, but guilt of lies, I sensed none of that. These children were taught how to weave their words very well. Especially the ones named Luke and Annabeth. Those two will not speak without having a well thought out plan behind each chosen word. As for the young gentleman named James…he only lied one time…when he said I am not Harry…but brother he truly believes himself to be named James Peverell.
Edward nodded discretely. Of course Harry believed himself to be James Peverell. Peverell had been his last name in the early 1900's. James, if he recalled correctly, had been the name of his Grandfather. If he wasn't one hundred percent sure that this boy was in fact his Harry, he sure as hell was now.
He slowly stood from the table, "I need some fresh air be right back." Fresh air his ass, he was going after what was rightfully his.
Jacob cursed under his breath as Edward left the table. He really had nothing against the Cullens, hell he didn't really know them, they just put him on edge for some reason. He never really bought into all those stories his Grandfather use to tell them about vampires and a pact of god knows what, but they kind of gave him the chills. That and it didn't really help that the guy seemed awfully familiar with is mate damn it!
See here is a little bit of a secret for everyone to kind of wrap their minds around. While he didn't really believe in vampires, he well, he was kind of a creature out of a bad campfire story himself. Jacob and a number in his family could transform into wolves. At first it only happened with the moon, but his status as alpha later allowed him to change at will. His pack followed in suit after. The thing is, that being well, half animal sorta, made him call out for his other half, in this case it was the golden haired boy that had stolen his breath away not two weeks ago.
And then there was Bella! The entire two weeks he'd been trying to hunt down his mate, the girl would catch him at every turn. Now he wouldn't normally mind, she was ok and all but all she wanted to talk about was the Cullen family! And if he even gave the slightest hint of his hunt for the blonde bombshell, she would just go on and on about how rude the boy was and how it had been totally inappropriate for him to just jump him the middle of the theater lobby. He of course just kept quiet and nodded at appropriate intervals while his mind wandered back and replayed that single most life changing moment of his life.
That was it, he made up his mind and excused himself from the table, "Be right back," he said to one of his friends, then nodded to Luke and Co. He was kind of miffed when his friends murmured as he veered towards the bar instead of the bathroom. He wasn't the girls lap dog for crying out loud! Though he did get a boost of confidence from Luke as he passed him and heard him say, "Go get him tiger."
Percy tilted his head to the side and smiled at Jacob's retreating form, "I'm not getting my water am I?"
He blushed the color of a ripe tomato as he felt Luke's breath near his ear, "I got all the fluids you need right here baby."
Harry glanced around the nature themed office Commander Spock had finally led them into. It was a fairly large room covered from head to toe in wild life memorabilia and all sorts of plants, real or otherwise.
"So, where's the king of the jungle?"
Harry stifled a laugh as Beckendorf flicked the tip of a stuffed giraffe he found on one of the guest chairs.
"Guys!" Grover snapped, "Please behave yourselves!"
"C'mon G relax, he's your subject…technically." Harry said as he peeked out a window facing the dance floor. He shook his head as Edward sat down next to Draco. Gods he prayed his brother's mind worked as quick as his temper.
"Ahem."
Harry turned at the sound and came face to face with…nothing. He turned to both Grover and Charles, but saw that they both seemed confused as to where the sound had come from.
"Down here," a deep voice grumbled. All three looked down and lord behold there he was, a three foot tall Satyr with a shaggy goatee and mobster style pinstriped suit. They stared with wide eyes as they saw the goat man close a small door next to a mahogany desk, then followed him with raised eyebrows as he sat down at his desk chair and pressed a button to make it rise the extra foot and a half.
Harry shared a look with Charles and stomped down a smile, that boost must feel like the ride all they way up to Olympus for the old goat!
"Sit," the old goat grunted out, "and watch our for the stuffed animals, they're collectables!"
"Now I'm going to get straight to point and I want the truth," He grumbled out, "What are you doing here?"
Harry glanced at Grover, was this guy serious?
"Umm sir? Are you serious right now?" Charles asked. I mean really, satyrs have been escorting Half-bloods to the camp for ages! How could this dude not know what they were doing.
"Don't get smart with me kid, anytime one of you shows up something big and hungry follows. I don't like those things so I came here, now talk." he snapped at them.
"Umm Mr…."
"Shortstream."
Harry waited a beat, "Ok, Shortstream…what do you mean when one of us shows up? Aren't you a keeper?"
The old goat bleated and brought out a bottle of Greek wine, "I retired, brats like you ain't worth it. I got tired of cleaning your noses, so I came here. Since then I haven't seen hair or hide of the top of the food chain and I ain't itching to either. So get out of my town tonight, understand?"
Harry took a deep breath and was about to plead their case when Grover cut him off, "Look, three unclaimed half-bloods live close to this part of town, and it is my duty to protect them, you tell us everything you know about this area and we leave, otherwise we stay and increase the chances of monsters coming into your territory, not to mention that if those three are claimed before we leave…well you get the picture."
Both Harry and Charles stared at Grover with awe. Goat Boy grew a hairy pair over the summer!
"Who the hell are you three?" Shrotstream asked as he glared at them with his beady eyes.
"I'm Grover Underwood and I hold a seat in the Council of Cloven Elders. To my left is Harry James Potter Son of Hebe and to my right is Charles Beckendorf Son of Hephaestus."
Harry noted the old goat shift in his seat, ha not so tough now huh, "Look I swear upon the river Styx, we'll be out of here as soon as you tell us all you know about this land and we formulate a plan to get out. Why is it protected by such a heavy mist? Its almost like a barrier. You must have found it odd that no monster has crossed these borders, what protects this region. Answer and we go. Simple as that. You didn't see us and we didn't see you." Harry waited for an answer. The Satyr glared at him for a while longer before giving them a kind of humorless smiles.
"Do you kids," He said while pointedly looking at Grover, "believe in Vampires and Werewolves?"
Charles furrowed his eyebrows, "Like in the ones in horror flicks?"
Mr. Shorstream chuckled and sat back in his seat, "No my dear Son of Hephaestus, like in real life."
"I implore of you elder, we've no time for games." Grover pleaded, seriously this guy was getting good at his job.
"Oh my dear young cousin, I am not playing games. You think I don't want you and your lot out of here? I know there are at least four more of you Half-bloods in my club and one even came with a hell hound a few nights ago."
"Just tell us what we need to know, that's all we ask." Charles said. This was getting old and fast…
"Fine, here's what I know. About 100 years ago I founded this joint as a pub. The Native American tribe that lives a few miles from here, they have a legend. In this legend some of their tribes men are capable of turning into wolves on the night of the full moon and eventually at will. Now don't look at me like that Son of Hebe, all I am saying is what I know. Think about it, everyone in this room is suppose to be stuff of myth, why can't these people turn into Wolves?"
Harry resisted the urge to smack the smug look off the Satyrs face, but it was true, he was and will one day be considered something of a myth. Seeing Harry was no longer going to interrupt Shortstream continued, "Right well, I was as skeptical about this as you kids are but then, only around a year after I opened, a group of people came into my tavern and by then I decided to offer rooms for travelers. They rented a few rooms for the week and only came out during the night time. I found it odd, but they were paying costumers so I looked the other way, until one night, the woman in the group came in screeching about some flea bitten mutts forbidding them from hunting. The eldest of the group calmed her while one of the boys merely rolled his eyes at her and went to his room. Soon after they left, and I never saw them again until about five years ago…"
"The same group? Are these your vampires?"
"Say what you will son of Hephaestus, but yes you see. They arrived here and bought a house off the beaten path. They only come out at night, and they look exactly the same as they did the first time I saw them only this time, their group had grown."
Harry gave the old Satyr a look, "Did you ever see them feast? How do you know this to be true?"
Shortstream snorted, "I know this to be true Son of Hebe, because that one," He pointed at one of his security screens, where they came from who knows, "hunted a deer to this border and I saw her feed. And that one," he pointed again at another screen, "I witnessed transform when I went grassing near the reservation a few months back."
"Alice.." Harry whispered.
"And Jacob…that would explain his scent." Charles said absentmindedly.
"But it cant be, which one was with the original group? Are they the ones protecting this place?" Harry asked rising from his seat and going to the monitors.
He heard the Satyr chuckle, "The one next to the boy with the painful look on his face, he was here the year after I opened. A Vampire, that's what that boy is."
Harry stared with wide eyes at the screen. Could it be? No his Edward…not his Edward…
"As for the protection, I believe its an old Nature Blessing. The tribes men here protect their grounds fiercely. Those Wolves and the Vampires must add to the protection. Monsters are stupid but they don't mix in well with beings from other lore." Shortstream sat back and took in the shocked look on Harry's face, the puzzled expression on Charles usually neutral features, and Grover's nervous ticks.
Harry heard close to nothing after that. Charles continued to ask questions and he couldn't even think. Everything he was hearing made no sense. How could Edward be…a vampire? Sure he was a demigod but a Vampire? That would have meant that he would have had to have been attacked right? By a sire? Did he suffer? Did he look for him after he was transformed? Would he know he had died long before he had? It…didn't make sense he, he couldn't take this!
"Harry!"
Harry jerked as Beckendorf called his name, "You all right man?"
Harry opened and closed his mouth, "I…I need some fresh air…thank you for your time Mr. Shortstream. I'll wait for you guys outside…I need to think."
He gave the Satyr a short bow, and swiftly went out the door. He found the nearest exit and shut the door behind him. The cool night air did nothing to ease his slight hysteria. He couldn't understand, what in the name of the gods was going on? He wasn't suppose to remember his past life, he wasn't suppose to feel all this pain and confusion. Edward, his Edward had been mortal, he should have died a normal death. He was supposed to have lived a long and happy life. Why? What had he done to deserve this?
The young Half-blood fell to his knees and clutched at his hair. He couldn't handle this. He wasn't strong enough, it was all to much.
"Now now my dear nephew. It was bad enough that you cut it."
He snapped his head up and scrambled to his feet, "Aphrodite…" he quickly bowed, "I…why are you here?"
The goddess smiled and moved closer to Harry, "I'm the Goddess of Love silly boy. It is my duty to protect all forms of love, especially in its purest. That's the kind of love you only find during times of distress."
"What…please thia…I don't understand."
"My dear Harry. I will put this as bluntly as I possibly can, your love is the kind of love that keeps me entertained, I celebrate when love like yours comes across my path."
He stared at Aphrodite in wonder and a bit of annoyance, "You knew I loved him…in another life…you knew I, that he was what I wanted most."
She smiled and nodded, "Your memories are a gift from me to you. His love for you was as great as your love for him. You fought in the name of the Olympian Gods not once but twice. He is your reward. I made sure that his mother pleaded for his doctor to save him no matter what. A Goddess can never intervene with the fate of another, but I am allowed to point in the right direction, or the direction I want mortals to go."
"His sire was his doctor…"
"Correct. Now I must take my leave young Hero, but before I do, take this as my second gift to you."
She handed a speechless Harry a small envelope and smiled as he took it with trembling hands. "Stay strong Harry, you will need him in the end."
Harry quickly averted his eyes as she began to glow and finally disappear. He opened the envelop slowly, slightly fearful of what he would find. A sob escaped his mouth as a black and white photograph slipped out. It was the picture he had pleaded Edward not to throw out. The one of his recital, the first recital he had ever clutched the photograph to his chest and fell as his legs finally gave out. He rocked his body back and forth sobbing silently as he continued to thank the Goddess of Love over and over. Any anger he had felt, his confusion, everything fled him as he clutched his picture. He wasn't a traitor, he wasn't betraying the memory of his first love.
He took a few deep breaths and slowly rose. He had a mission to complete. The time for love would come later, he would return for Edward, he would. Then it hit him like a ton of brinks…the promise…that stupid promise…
"Edward I need you to promise me something, if one day….I don't come back…if one day I finally run out of luck…promise me…promise me you will move on, and please I beg you not to look back."
"Why are you…."
"Just answer me please…promise me you will live on and grow old and fall in love again. Please promise me."
"Harry why are you…."
"Please I'm begging you…please promise me…"
"It would be an empty promise."
"It wouldn't be the first one made to me."
"Then I promise, but I don't guarantee."
"Thank you."
"Oh Gods…and that stupid dream…the one with the church and Bella…" He murmured out, he let out a harsh laugh, can you say self fulfilling prophecy? He turned to the door leading back into the club. There was no way in Hades that that Bitch was getting his man.
Edward hurried through the crowd as he saw Harry or Jim or whatever he wanted to be called rush out of the club. He was close to the exit when he felt someone pull him back.
"We need to talk."
He resisted the urge to growl, "Look Isabella," He said as he turned to glare at the girl, "I have nothing to say to you. So please, for the last time, go away. I don't want anything to do with you."
The girl finally let him go, but she still had this determined look in her eye, "Its because of her isn't it. Because of Harry? I was here before her, what's so wrong with me? I love you Edward, she obviously doesn't!"
Edward clenched his hands, "Look I wanted nothing to do with you even before Harry arrived! I don't like you. Not as a friend not as anything else. Please understand that!" He turned to walk out when she stopped him again, "I know what you are," She blurted out, "Dance with me one time, and I swear I wont say a word."
He slowly turned to her, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I have no proof, just the legends…but that's all I need to raise suspicion…in a town like this…you think it wont turn into a witch hunt? Dance with me and only look at me, and I wont say a word." She was playing her final card. Jacob hadn't said a word just hinted that day at the beach, but a talk with his father on pretence of writing a paper placed pieces in their places, "Just one dance."
Edward glanced over his shoulder, all he wanted was to go out and find Harry, but what choice did he have? Denying her would put his family in danger and doing it would only help confirm her suspicions, whatever they may be.
He took a deep breath and moved to the dance floor, "Fine, just one dance." He knew it wouldn't end with one dance…but he needed to keep her quiet.
Draco downed his caffeinated beverage and took a deep breath. Now he wasn't one to you know judge without cause BUT THAT BITCH JUST THREW HIM OFF HIS GAME! She was so annoying and not just that, she had the balls to arrggg she just pissed him off. And Jacob oh my gods…seriously could he not see she was using him? Really he was being such a…
"Hey."
He stopped mid mind rant and slowly turned. Holy shit…seems like he busted a nut for nothing, "Umm hi.." Umm hi? Really Draco?
"We kind of started off on the odd foot, my name is Jacob, Jacob Black."
He stared the Jacob's hand before finally getting with the program, "Draco," He said as he took Jacob's hand in his, "Draco Malfoy." and just FYI he so did not feel warm tingles go up and down his spine! Or hear the choir of a thousand heavenly angels when Jacob smiled down at him!
"I…I am not easy you know. And I really do apologize for what happened at the movies, It's just Bella really pisses me off and she's just arrg and I oh shit I totally used you. I really am sorry, really I am, I would never ever normally do that. it's just you, well it's not your fault, but you, there is something about you that's just wow, and I can't stop thinking of you and then I think of Fella being near you and I wanna tear the bitch's head off and feed to the crows, mind you the crows would probably catch something, but I just I really am so terribly sorry for what I did!" Draco took a deep breath, talk about a confession eh?
Jacob smiled and rested his elbows on the bar top and looked Draco in the eye, "Well I'm glad to hear kissing people senseless isn't something you go around doing for kicks." Draco blushed a few shades of fire truck red, "But I'm kind of sad, cus you know, I'm not sorry it happened at all."
Draco's eyes widened, "You aren't?"
"Nope, but since you feel so guilty about it," Jacob teased with a glint of mischief in his eyes, "How about you make it up to me."
Seriously he was gonna pass out from all the blood rushing to his face, "How?" he stammered out.
Jacob tilted his head as the music beat changed, "Will you dance with me?"
Draco took a deep breath and giant gulp of Percy's water, "Ok."
Jacob smiled that smile that made him wanna say: take me caveman I'm yours, and took his hand leading him into the crowd.
Harry stepped back into the club and smiled when he saw Draco dancing with Jacob. His brother had confessed his deed to him that a few days after the whole La Push thing. It was hilarious to him, but Draco was ready to jump off a cliff from embarrassment. Go ADHD was all he could really give in advise. His eyes drifted over the crowd and his smile disappeared. This was so not happening.
"Harry!" he swiftly turned to the sound of his name.
"We got the info we need."
Harry looked from Charles to Grover and took a deep breath, "Get everyone out of here. We have planning to do. I'll meet you guys at the car, I just have to take care of something. Make sure Jacob leaves as well, he's dancing with Draco right over there."
His friends nodded and went to do what they were told. He narrowed his eyes and stood up straight. This was going to be a night that bitch would dream of for as long as she lived.
Harry smiled as the D.J. changed the song to a slow love song. He noted that Edward had removed himself from Bella, but she didn't seem to be willing to let go.
Edward stopped and removed Bella from his person, "There your one song." He made to walk away when he felt grab on, "Just this slow song."
"No," he hissed out, "You said one and that was it."
She narrowed her eyes and was about to make a second threat when it died in her throat.
Edward gasped in surprise as someone turned him and crashed their lips up to his own. It was Harry. He quickly got with the program and gripped the boy's hair, successfully tilting the little minx's head back for better access. His mouth slanted over the lips of his Harry, those lips, the same lips he had kissed only hours ago were finally molded back on his own. He gripped the boy's hip with his free hand and brought their bodies as close as he possibly could. The kiss wild and intense. Tongues dueled for dominance and teeth clashed for more. When the need for air, on the shorter party, grew dire, they broke apart and gasped. He pressed soft kisses to Harry's swollen lips and pressed their foreheads together as they slowly came down from their high.
Harry gripped Edward's face to his own as he tried to form a coherent thought. He slowly opened his eyes and locked gazes, "I love you too," He whispered.
He knew Edward was shocked. He smiled and kissed one more time before releasing the stunned immortal. He quickly turned to Bella and gave her smirk, "Hands off the merchandise bitch." then ran out the door before Edward could know what hit him.
Edward came to the second Harry ran for the door. This was not going to end like this. He made to go after him but Bella stopped him again, "If you go, you'll regret it."
He stared her down and released her grip on his arm, "Try me."
He saw her livid look and smirked, he had been played twice tonight, and to think, he was the one who planned to play first. When she made no other move, he raced out the doors and into the night, only to find nothing…not even a scent.
A/N: Wow so this went a totally different direction from where it was suppose to, but I am satisfied. Hope you guys are too. This chapter is actually up for revision, meaning I will look over it again in a month or so after my semester ends. So I wont promise a new chapter for about another month! Sorry but it must be so! Thanks for reading and all your reviews! I am open to suggestions and what not, comments about your weeks so far and so on and so forth. Thank you again, I hope to hear from you all! =D