Summary: AU HP/Twilight, JH/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: I wanted to get another chapter out quickly so I could work a bit on my FG/HP. God, I've been so busy with this fic and school work that I don't even remember the title! Doesn't help it's in German… Anyways, thank you guys so much for the reviews! They drive me on!
So, wanted to have something good and dramatic happen! Anyways, read on! Enjoy!
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Chapter 13
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"Minerva, may you and Moody join me in my office?" Dumbledore asked softly, a grandfatherly smile on his wrinkled face. Both of the two addressed nodded their heads and followed the deceptively frail man up winding stairs to a large room filled with antiques, books, and assorted candies.
"What do you need Albus?" the rough man growled, clunking his wooden leg across the floor to stand next to a large mahogany desk.
The elderly woman nodded her head in agreement, sitting down in one of the few seats. "Is there news about the Death Eaters?" she asked weakly, tired of the ever-going war.
Albus smiled softly and shook his head. "Ah, dear, no… No news on the current battles or our foes, but I have learned that Remus Lupin—once friend of our deceased members James and Lily Potter, was recently born a child and named Harry Potter as the god-father."
Moody stood up straight, a hand moving up to rub his stubbed chin, "Ah, he's still in hiding you think?"
"No, he was in hiding, but the legalization of both the birth of his son, Teddy, and the naming of the child's godfather has let us trace him back to northern Japan. He is far from any other magical creatures, as far as I know, and is living near a closed off forest.
"I have already formulated a plan, and I want you, Alistor, to see it through, and you Minnie, to accompany me and help me be there to calm down little Teddy. He will be half werewolf, and his mother was a shape-shifter of some kind. There are so many out there I doubt we need to find her specific kind. But the point of my rambling will be to use little Teddy to find out the whereabouts of Harry Potter. Put a tracking device in the boy, and follow wherever they take him…"
The elderly woman paled, her salt-pepper hair frizzing slightly, and she placed a hand over her heart. "Oh Albus, you can't possibly plan to kill them and leave the child!" she screeched, tears in her eyes. "We have killed so many of those monsters already, but these ones have done nothing!"
There was a loud bang and the stern woman jumped in her seat and turned to look at a scowling Moody. "They are doing something just living! They're out there! How can you sleep knowing their kind is out there, sucking blood, making more of their kind, howling at the moon, and causing so much death?!" he shouted and growled, stomping his foot for emphasis.
She shook her head softly, picking at a loose string on her sleeve, "I am worried about such beings… being, but I am also worried about leaving a little boy all alone in the world. Especially when we are the deliberate cause of his orphanage…!" she stated weakly, upset with the turn of events, and kept her eyes down until she felt a bony hand rest on her shoulder.
Albus smiled down at her and shook his head slowly. "Remember Minnie, the ends justify the means. For the greater good…?"
Taking a deep breath and a choking gulp, the wrinkled woman nodded her head slowly… "For the greater good, Albus…"
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Harry smiled. It was Friday and he and Bella both were heading over to the Cullen household. Just like he had gotten close to Jasper, Bella had gotten close to Edward, though Edward still seemed to have a headache whenever he was around his sister. Yet another something odd, but he brushed it off. Maybe he had a medical problem; constant migraines. It was a possibility, though he himself doubted it.
"Their mother is really nice and she's an excellent cook," he said as they drove from the student parking lot, following Edward's Volvo to their house, "and Dr. Cullen nice too." He smiled as he looked out of the window, watching the green go by idly. He smiled softly and looked over to his sister.
"Izzie, how are you and Edward? He seems distant to me, though he's nice enough," Bella shrugged, jerking the steering wheel slightly before regaining control.
"He's nice—he likes to speak riddles and nonsense sometimes. Does he expect me to know the answer? I was never good at riddles," she said, sighing softly before smiling, "but other than the confusing comments every now and then and the pained looks, he's really nice. He's amazing in Trig and helping me in that, and he had an excellent taste in music…" she trailed off, her eyes glazing over and Harry couldn't help but smile and wonder if he looked like that too whenever he thought of Jasper.
"What are some of the riddles he tells you?" he asked as the pulled into the slightly familiar dirt path and through some vegetation.
"Hm? Oh, just about how we shouldn't be friends—he wants me to find out why, but I have no idea!" she paused, sparing a glance at her brother, "Well, actually, there are a few odd things I have noticed about Edward… and the rest of his siblings…"
Harry frowned. So, it wasn't just him…? He swallowed hard. "I… noticed as well," he paused, moving to face his sister, "but is it right to question their normalcy? I mean… They've been so nice to us since we came here, and to start claiming they're odd, or surprisingly similar… well, I think that if they want to tell us something, they'd tell us, right?"
Bella frowned and bit her lip, nodding her head as she parked their old pick-up behind Edward's Volvo. "I guess you're right…" she said, turning off the ignition and the two stepped out of the truck together. "But that won't stop me from being curious…" she said, a sly smirk on her face, and Harry gave her one of his own.
"Of course."
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Harry giggled softly as Jasper pounced on him, pushing him against the blonde's bedroom floor. Jasper held Harry's wrists in his left hand and let his right gently outline the human's lips, nose, and chin.
Though they had only known each other for a week, Harry had come to love the gentle affection the blonde gave him—the cool hugs, multiple kisses, and platonic touches. It was sweet and Harry enjoyed every minute of it. He even initiated a few locked-lip sessions, much to his own surprise. He had never been in a relation before, but he just knew this was right.
Jasper smiled down at him, his oddly sugary breath brushing his lips before the blonde nipped at his lips softly, pulling away so quickly the raven-haired teen couldn't even respond. He instead moved to sprinkle soft kisses over the entirety of the human's face before moving down to rest his lips against Harry's jugular.
Harry felt Jasper tense above him—confused, he started to wiggle around, easily pulling his hands out of the blonde's grip, before he felt the cool lips resting on his neck open and suck gently.
It was a wonderful feeling and Harry instantly shut his emerald eyes, moaning softly and moving his hands to Jasper's back. "Ah—Jasper…?" he asked, his eyes fluttering open when he felt the forever-teen pulling away.
Jasper simply smiled down at him, enjoying the sight of a flushed and mystified Harry, before moving off of the human and pulling Harry into his arms.
"Sorry Harry," he said, "I didn't mean to jump on you like that, but you really have no idea what you do to me," he whispered, kissing the dark-haired teen on the forehead. "But it's really nice to finally have someone."
Harry frowned and tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean?"
"Well, though you've never met her, we have another sister named Alice. She has someone, like Emmett has Rosalie and Carlisle has Esme. Edward and I have always been the odd ones out."
Harry smiled and gave Jasper a quick kiss. "I guess the same goes for me—only not as bad," he started, laughing softly. "Mother—Rene—has Viktor and Charlie, though she doesn't know he still loves her. So I guess me and Izzie were the 'odd ones out'."
The blonde nodded his head, sighing softly. He was feeling worse and worse every day—Harry trusted him so much, maybe even loved him, and if he didn't, he was on the road there—and everything, nearly, was a lie. He wanted to tell him about his family so much, but his family was against it, Rosalie especially. Yet Edward was giving Bella hints… but no, he couldn't give Harry hints. Though he thought it slightly cruel, he knew Harry was more intelligent than the girl, and he would find out quicker… and honestly, he'd rather Edward take the blame than him…
But if he did it, it'd be for Harry, so it would be worth it, right?
He swallowed needlessly and sighed. " Harry… I'm sure you've noticed some odd things going on around/about my family… right?"
Harry frowned slightly and bit his lip. "Er… yeah… I have, ad so has Izzie…" he paused, looking down. "I can understand secrets well enough though Jasper, and you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. I don't want to pry…"
Jasper's heart seemingly lightened at his Harry's words. He was so considerate, he smiled and gave the human a soft lingering kiss before pulling back. "Well… I will tell you Harry… how about this weekend? Saturday? I'll use tonight to gather all my thoughts. I love being with you, Harry, and I don't want to hinder our relationship because I withheld information..."
Harry laughed softly, nodding his head. "Alright then," he paused once more, blushing prettily, and asked, "But umm…what is our relationship exactly…?"
A wicked smirk made it's way onto the blonde's face. Actions speak louder than words! He sang in his mind before pouncing on the human for the second time that day, showering him in kisses and gentle caresses.
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Woo! I spat this chapter out pretty quick! Anyways, thank you everyone who reviewed! I love it so much! And reviews for this chapter would be very much loved as well!
(Might be a bit late on the next update, I skipped homework to do this chap!)
Love of a Nymph
