A/n: Okie dokie! Another day, another amazing story! It's Edarry! It's postWar with Necromancer!Harry. ^____^

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Prompt004- Bright

Jamie Evans stepped out of his new house, into his new yard, in this new town, into his new life. And sighed. His breath fogged in the cool crisp cemetery air, the soft air moving straight through the transparent figure in front of him. His companion grinned good naturedly.

"Well, it's a good spot, Jamie. Plenty of privacy and graves. It's rather pretty here too." Fred said with a smile, stretching his arms over his head unnecessarily.

Jamie gave the red headed ghost a smile. Fred had been with his ever since he could remember. That was his life though. He attracted every sort of dead. Such was the fate of a necromancer, or at least that's what Fred told him. His companion had helped him learn everything so far. Unfortunately, control was something you had to learn on your own. He pushed those thoughts aside and turned instead to the delightful trip he was making today, just a few blocks down.

He had moved to Forks, Washington just a few days ago from St. Louis and so far, he was basking in the clean, fresh air of the west coast. Just a few miles in the other direction and you would hit the ocean. Beautiful. It had been a stroke of pure luck that he had found a home so suited to his…unusual needs. His home had last been a funeral home and looked out on the oldest cemetery in the area

. Now, he was going to his new job, a business he had started himself. The Fresh Start Bakery was a small but cozy building that he had bought and established as soon as he arrived in town. Today was opening day and he was arriving hours ahead of time to get the baking done. He prided himself on having fresh baked things every day to give his customers. The arrival of a new business in Forks had cause quite a stir in the small town.

It took only minutes to get to the store and unlock. Jamie was once again glad that he had all of the necessary ingredients on hand and had left the bread dough to rise last night. Fred hovered around the spacious kitchen with a pleased air while he went about preheating his two double ovens and pulling out bowls. He opened the screened window to help filter the soon to be otherwise stifling heat from the ovens.

First, he would put the breads in since they took the longest. White, wheat and an asiago bread that was great for lunches and things. Then he would bake the muffins, and after the pies, cobblers and cakes. Finally, would come a jubilee of different cookies. Life could not get better than the feel of flour under his palms, the sweet smell of vanilla and the taste of a piping hot cookie on his tongue. He was awkward around people, but in the kitchen, he knew every grain of salt, every measuring cup and every pan down to the last teaspoon.

His emerald eyes closed in absolute bliss as he gave himself over to the music from his stereo, the smoothness of a brand new knife and the soft dough giving way under his hand. The coffee maker in the corner beeped on and the smell of brewing coffee joined the fray. This was heaven. Perhaps he would order an industrial coffee maker and sell coffee as well? It sounded like a grand idea. He hadn't seen a single coffee shop in Forks yet, so it would definitely sell.

Jamie smiled brightly as he imagined the smiles on peoples faces as they got their hot homemade sticky bun and coffee in the morning or a mother come in to buy her child a birthday cake. That's what made his job so rewarding. Because he got to see their faces as they enjoyed their goodies. He knew that his work was appreciated and enjoyed. Finally, at nine in the morning, he was dusting off his apron and opening the store at last.

~ o ~

"You had a pretty good turnout today! I bet it'll be just as good tomorrow and that lady you talked to even gave you a flier for the fair!" Fred chatted happily as he cleaned up after making the dough for the next day.

"Yeah, I can't wait until I actually have regulars! I'm so excited! I'm not sure if I'll go to the fair though." Jamie said, putting the lids on the bowls and sliding them into the industrial refrigerator.

Fred sputtered crossly, folding his arms across his chest. It made for an amusing sight to see him hovering scoldingly in the air.

"Why not?! It would be a great opportunity for you to meet some of your upcoming classmates and besides, it'll have vendors and games! It'll be fun!" The ghost insisted.

Jamie laughed, finally giving in agreeing.

"Alright, alright, oh scary one! I bow to thyne will!" The teen teased, earning a roll of eyes from his companion.

He shivered, closing the window. There was a tingling pressure building beneath his skin, in his blood it seemed. How long had it been? Two days? Three since he had last raised? Fred seemed to sense his plight for he frowned.

"Time to go. Come on."

They made it home quickly and Jamie picked a grave well away from sight of the road as he parked his modest car in the car port that had once housed hearses. It took only moments to find his way to the chosen grave. He stood above it and let out a calming breath. Holding his hand out, he began to call, his eyes deepening to an emerald so dark it looked black in the darkening sky. As the sun faded past the horizon, he called to the body beneath the ground.

"I call you, Obediah Davenport. I call you from your rest. Hear me Obediah Davenport and answer my call." He whispered.

Being loud was unnecessary and made him self conscious. The magic brought forth by the words was enough to focus the needling power simmering beneath his flesh. It flowed immediately from him, from his body, into the corpse in the ground. He could feel as the body 'woke up', a release of the building pressure that plagued him every moment of his life. Ignoring his power was not an option.

If he didn't release it, it found outlets of it's own, usually in the form of a parade of road kill or even the odd half formed corpse wandering it's way to him, raised by his lashing out magic. Obediah rose from the ground like a swimmer breaking the surface and as his body reformed, Jamie smiled at him. Like he said, he was awkward around people. All he really understood was the kitchen and the dead. The man stared at him, clearing his throat of grave dust curiously.

"Well, well, what's this? A visitor!" The man said gruffly but pleasantly, his six foot something towering over Jamie's own 5'4'' but not in a menacing way.

He nearly sighed in relief. He hated when he raised the rude ones. Some were grouchy from being woken, others were just unpleasant people to begin with. At least Obediah wasn't going to be unpleasant. Jamie sat at the graveside with a smile, settling in for a long bought of conversation. The dead were certainly a chatty bunch, that was for sure.

~ o ~

Jamie rolled his eyes at his friend's urgings. Fred was rushing him out the door with a backpack of snacks and a map of the town. He'd seen street fairs once or twice in the various cities he had lived in, so he was curious to see what it would be like in Forks. He had closed the Bakery today to go to the fair. They drove their way to the main thoroughfare slowly, parking a little ways off from everyone else. He didn't want to attract too much attention after all. Unfortunately, he didn't realize what a hot commodity new faces were in Forks. The moment he stepped out of his Pacifica, heads turned and whispers began. Apparently, most of the town already knew of him. It was daunting at first but then he perked up. Remembering that the more people knew of him, the more attention his bakery would receive!

That thought made him grin and continue down the busy street happily, ignoring his discomfort and Fred's silent grumblings as the phantom floated after him, glaring at anyone who happened to walk through him. There was so many interesting things! On one side was an older woman sitting at a booth selling pickled fruits, vegetables and home made jellies. He would definitely have to get a jar of blackberry on his way back through. In the booth next to her was a woman selling hand made rugs, napkins and handkerchiefs. There was a booth for clothes and home made scarves and hats, a booth for jewelry, a booth for perfumes and make ups, as well as a booth for clocks, wall pieces and other household decorations. Jamie was stopped at the funnel cake stand getting one of the fried treats. He had the stand sporting different flavored coffees in sight already.

He had finished his funnel cake and was carrying three bags of coffees, a jar each of raspberry and blackberry jam and a wearing a hand sewn black and white striped winter beanie when he saw it. It was small, barely squashed in between a hot dog stand and an obnoxious booth with baseball caps and sunglasses, not that anyone would need them in Forks. It was a fortune tellers booth. The booth was actually operated out of the back of a shabby looking RV that looked as if it had seen more days on the road than even he had.

The woman sitting behind the stand also looked as if she had spent many rough seasons traveling. She had a wizened but somehow exotic and outlandish in her sense. She was watching those who walked by with a sharp eye like she expected one of them to pull a fast one on her. She was of a dark complexion, stout and firm beneath her worn shawl. Her skin was tanned to the point of almost a leathery consistency but her beetle black eyes were shiny and as aware as ever. She was enjoying the comforts of a loaf of brown bread, finishing up when he approached. She gave him a once over that he was far too used to to be bothered by. She nodded lightly to herself and Jamie could have sworn those black eyes flicked to the ghost following him around before she sat up in her seat and bade him to sit on the chair that had been positioned behind the booth beside her. The deck set out before her was ancient and warm.

"You want fortune?" She asked, her voice thick with her accent.

She was perhaps Romanian or something of that flavor. Exotic.

"Yes please." He replied politely.

He always respected his elders. Always. She gestured to the small board beside her that advertised the prices of her wares. After paying for it, she began her reading, placing three cards face down on the table. She turned each over in turn, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion before widening. She shot out of her seat with a limberness that was surprising for her age and crossed herself. She began talking quickly in a rapid language that he couldn't understand. When he just shook his head in confusion, she switched to English. Her voice was fearful and harried as she gathered up her things, throwing them back into the RV.

"I can't. I can't give you fortune. Please go."

Jamie looked down at the three cards laying on the table but aside from pretty pictures, them meant nothing to him. He looked up at her feeling slightly hurt. They had began to gather a few stares.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked timidly but she only paused, shaking her slowly and sadly.

"No…I can't read. Please go." She said softly before retreating into her RV.

Fred tugged on his sleeve lightly. Jamie was stock still. Why couldn't he just be…

"Come on, Jamie…" His ghost friend whispered.

He stood shakily and tried to make as quick of a get away as possible. Unfortunately, he tried to make his get away right into a rock solid body. Before he could fall thought, a pair of arms caught him quickly. A scent hit him so suddenly it was more jarring than actually hitting the person. He didn't know how he knew but it was unmistakable.

"Vampire" He whispered and the arms tensed.

He looked up to find the face of an Adonis staring down at him. Topaz eyes were frowning from beneath honey brown hair. A gasp from beside them alerted him that they had an audience. Fred was spitting mad.

"Let him GO!" The ghost raged and much to Jamie's surprise, the vampire that held him jerked up to stare right back at the spirit.

"Oh dear…" Said a lovely woman from their side who Jamie knew was a member of the strange vampire's coven.

~ o ~

His power lashed out defensively, grabbing hold of the nearest thing while he lay hurt, confused and disorientated on the ground. It responded to his mental state by lashing out in order to protect it's host. Unfortunately, that nearest thing happened to be Jasper Cullen. He could hear shouting and screaming through the rushing and the confusion but none of it made sense. When he finally came to, Jasper was laying stock still and stiff as a board on the ground nearby, staring sightlessly at the ceiling and Fred was hovering above Jamie, shaking his shoulders fearfully. All of the Cullens were gathered around them and he was suddenly jerked up from Fred's grasp by his collar by a terrified and angry Edward.

"What did you do to him?! What did you do, Jamie?!" He yelled, ignoring Esme's pleas for him to let Jamie go and Fred's threats.

Alice was holding Jasper's unresponsive hand, her face morphed into a mask of terror and anguish. Jamie, jerked away from Edward, falling to the ground bonelessly. He snapped his powers back inside him violently before flexing it just enough to put Jasper back into sorts. He blinked and the frowned before sitting up, much to his family's relief. They were all sending Jamie fearful and tense looks, except for Edward. Edward just looked betrayed. The necromancer just curled in on himself, his chest filling with self loathing and despair. Edward would never love him now. He hated him. Jamie apparated away immediately, not caring where he went as long as it was away from Forks and it's vampires.

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