And here it is! Took a little tweaking here and there and some ideas from you wonderful reviewers. I really wasn't gonna put flashbacks of what happened in England in here yet, but some asked so nicely that I just couldn't help myself. And questions, comments, or concerns . . . PUT IT IN THE REVIEW BOX!

Pairings:

Harry/Edward (duh!), Alice/Jasper, Esme/Carlisle, Rosalie/Emmett, Draco/?, Luna/?, ?/? (I'm allowed to keep some pairing secret, and if you know the pairs DON'T RUIN IT FOR THE OTHERS!)

Disclaimer:

Hate these things but I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight. Blah

Chapter 4

"Green? No. Yellow? Ugh!" Harry wrinkled his nose and tapped the wall again, returning it to its plain tan color. He had been debating the color of his room for a while now. His first thought had been to make it red, for Gryffindor, but that had caused a very disastrous result. Who knew red could be so . . . loud.

"I think a dark brow should do nicely," Luna's pleasant voice spoke up from behind him. Harry titled his head to the side and tapped his want to the wall. The entire room turned a rich dark brown that was very nice to look at. Harry grinned and turned to the side where he knew Luna was standing.

"Thanks, I couldn't decide." Luna hummed a simple response as she fluttered over to Harry's bed and plopped down on it. Harry followed her and took in the full effect of his room. With a few extra waves of his wand the room was complete.

His Gryffindor banner was tacked to the far wall, by far the only red and gold thing in the entire room. Under and around it were the few photos Harry had managed to freeze of his parents, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, and some of Luna and Neville. He had as of yet to catch Draco on film and he couldn't put Teddy up. That boy changed hair color like people changed clothes.

There wasn't a whole lot of personal stuff Harry had left; he had lost most of them in the war. A craving of his old owl, Hedwig, was posted on top of the dark wooded dresser near the wide window. If Harry wasn't hiding the magic the wooden owl would have flown off its perch and circle once around the room ever thirty minutes.

Harry changed his bed covers to match his room – they were now a calming dark brown and silvery blue. The carpet, originally a marble floor, was now a soft cream color. Harry had never been in a more calming atmosphere.

"Wonderful," Luna commented after a long moment of silence.

"Uh-huh," Harry agreed, a silly grin stretching his lips. "So, Luna, what can I do you for?" For a long time Luna did not speak. She just sat there humming and rocking her feet back and forward.

"Coffee," she suddenly said. Then she got up and drifted out of the room, expecting Harry to follow her, which he did.

The sky was a dark slate grey and the rain was coming down like a thin sheet. Anyone who so much as took one step outside was instantly drenched. It was days like these that the streets of London found themselves completely void of all people. Shops were mostly closed down and everyone was basically secure in their homes. It was Sunday and it had been raining nonstop since Friday. There had been some kind of flash flood warning on the news earlier that morning, but even that wasn't completely out of the norm.

Harry was curled up in his bed, covers pulled over his head and the sound of the rain beating against the roof over his head echoing loudly throughout the mostly empty home of Grimmauld Place. His only relief of the moment was the slight reprieve in the wave of reporters trying to get at him. Actually, it probably wouldn't even really matter if the sun was out; it wasn't like they could get into the house.

Suddenly there was a loud knocking sound coming from a few floors down and it was shortly followed by a loud ringing. Harry poked his head out of the blankets and looked anxiously over at the crib near his bed. His godson was knocked out, sleeping peacefully on his back. Harry sighed and then silently slipped out from beneath the warmth his blankets had provided for him.

The ringing started up again and it was then that Harry realized it was the sound of a doorbell. He hadn't even been aware that this place had a doorbell. Harry traveled slowly down to the ground level. As he walked past the portrait of Mrs. Black, he tugged the curtain close over her screaming face and bulging eyes. It had been a relief when he found that permanent silencing charm, now all he needed to do was to find a way to get the blasted picture off the wall and all would be good.

The doorbell rang a few more times before Harry got to it, leaving Harry to wonder who could be at his house much less in this weather. It had to have been someone who knew about Grimmauld Place or else they wouldn't have seen it.

Taking a deep breath, Harry unlocked the many locks and pulled the front door slowly open. There, standing out in the rain and looking incredibly like a drowned cat, was Luna Lovegood. She smiled pleasantly at Harry and let herself in.

"I was wondering when you'd answer," she commented mildly as she strolled past him, looking around the place in apparent wonder. Harry was flabbergasted. Luna was not one of the people who knew about Grimmauld Place because Harry had never seen it fit to tell her, no matter how much he trusted her.

"Luna, what are you doing here?" He demanded. Luna turned around to face him, staring at him for a long time without blinking with her cloudy blue eyes. It was a long time before she even spoke again.

"Tell me Harry; has anything odd happen to you since the war?" Harry blinked, taken aback. The war had only been over for one month. One month in which lost of things had happened. Funerals, announcements, interviews, job offers, Andromeda's death, even an invitation to come back to Hogwarts to finish his school, all seemingly normal things for someone who had just saved to world. But that was not what Luna was asking about, and so Harry sighed and then directed her to the nearest drawing room.

There he settled down across from her on the couch. Luna curled up in the plush armchair, tucking her feet underneath her and folding her skirt so that it covered her pale legs.

"What do you know, Luna, about what's happening to me?" Harry asked bluntly, because that was the only way to talk with Luna, bluntly and honestly.

"Let me see your arm," Luna instructed instead of answering. Confused, Harry held out his right arm. "No, your left one." Harry blinked and did as told. Luna took his arm and flipped it over and that was when Harry noticed the mark for the first time; it was right under the blue-ish veins on his wrist. It looked like a tattoo at first, penned into his arm with green ink. Luna traced the curving lines and intricate swirls and a word bubbled up in Harry's mind.

"Earth," he whispered and Luna hummed.

"This, Harry, is the ruin for Earth," she told him in an equally low voice. Harry stared at it for a long time and the longer he stared the more there appeared to be.

"That's not all."

"That's right," Luna said and Harry could hear the smile in her voice. She placed a pale finger at a small waving line that flowed into a knot that came off of the Earth ruin. "This is the ruin for leadership." Harry jolted as if someone had shocked him, but Luna did not let go of his arm. "You're our leader, Harry James."

Harry then looked up, confusion written all over his face. Luna was smiling and when she finally let go of his arm, she did it so that she could turn over hers. There, shining a deep blue on the inside of her wrist was another ruin Harry had seen once before – the ruin for water.

"You're my leader, James." Luna whispered into the still silence.

"I don't understand." Harry told her but Luna continued to smile.

"Don't worry, you will."

They drove to the only café in Forks in Luna's car, which seemed to earn them a lot of attention. Harry could completely understand, how many people did you know to drive an electric blue Vantage with bright yellow flowers painted on it. They were bound to attract attention.

Harry liked Luna's driving over Draco's any day. Both wizards were horrible at it, but Luna's only problem was that she took the turns too sharply. Draco tended to speed, and it wasn't the comfortable kind of speeding either.

Luna pulled the Vantage smoothly into a parking space right near the door and pulled out the key swiftly, like she was in some kind of race. Then she proceeded to get out of the car and headed toward the doors. Harry had to scramble to catch up with her.

The inside of the café smelled warmly of chocolate and coffee. Harry was getting a caffeine buzz just from stepping into the place. Soothing jazz played over the speakers and the climate was a calm one. There was hardly anyone around, a few college students who probably lived in the town, a nurse from the hospital, and a couple of teens horsing around toward the back.

Harry ordered an espresso for Luna, adding cream, chocolate, caramel, and strawberry syrup; and a chocolate latte for himself. Then he slid into the booth Luna had chosen – he had a perfect view of the door – and gave Luna her strange caffeinated drink.

"So, what's this all about?" he questioned after a long bout of silence. Luna took a long drink of her espresso, watching Harry with her unblinking eyes.

"Are you happy?" She finally asked. Harry blinked, taken aback by Luna's question.

"Um . . . yeah . . . I guess . . ." he answered awkwardly.

"Are you really?" Harry didn't know how to answer that and so Luna continued on. "I think you should give this thing a chance. Don't throw away your happiness James; you deserve it after everything that's happened to you." Harry swallowed thickly at Luna's words. He knew what she was asking him, but he didn't feel comfortable going about it.

"Luna, I . . . I don't think I can."

"James, you can do just about anything. So the question isn't can you do this, it's will you?" Harry bit down on his lip and stared down at his latte. "Think about it at least," Luna whispered, reaching over and patting his hand.

Harry bit down on his bottom lip as he turned his car down yet another corner. That had to have been the fifteenth one. But he refused to admit it. It couldn't be possible. They most definitely weren't . . .

"Lost," Harry finally said on a sigh. In the back seat Teddy mimicked his godfather's motion. Harry pulled over to the side of the road, put the car in park, and leaned his head against the steering wheel with a groan. Once again Teddy mimicked him, but Harry didn't notice.

This was all his fault. If he'd been paying attention to where he was going – like he should have been – he would have been home by now, or at the very least on his way home. But no, like always these past few days, his thoughts had been on bloody Edward Cullen.

Who was he? What was he like? How could he stand to be surrounded by tons of people day in and day out? What did Bella have to do with his family? Why were they so close? Did she know he was a vampire? How many people were in his family? What where his eyes so golden? What did he do in his spare time? And so on and so forth until his mind was swirling and he wanted nothing more than the search the teen out and have at him. Which he most certainly could not do.

So far he'd managed to avoid the Cullen, even in Chemistry to some extent – and putting up with Jessica was a very tiring affair. But even with all his avoidance and preoccupation, he couldn't get the immortal teen out of his head. He was – like Draco so kindly liked to point out at every chance he got – acting like a hormonal Muggle girl, and it didn't help that Cullen was a vampire, another thing Draco liked to point out. In fact, the blonde aristocrat liked to point out a lot of things, like how vampire males tended to be very possessive and were the more dominate in a relationship. This fact only made Harry want to avoid the Cullen all the more. He didn't need some overbearing vampire hovering over him.

"Da! Da!" Teddy's voice broke through Harry's hazy thoughts and the teen turned around to give the child his attention, a warm smile on his face. Just the other day Teddy had learned his first word and Harry had been over the moon to learn that it was 'Da' – which happened to be the one thing he could lord over Draco, the blonde was proving to be very annoying as of late.

At the moment the baby was smiling widely – full teeth gleaming brightly – and pointing his chubby finger out the window. Harry turned to look out the tinted window, a confused smile on his face. He hadn't noticed before, but at the moment he was parked right across the street from a house, which meant he was in some sort of neighborhood, if it could be called that. And lying out on a blanket in the grass sleeping was – to Harry's pleasant surprise – Bella.

"Nice job, Teddy," Harry praise, reaching back to ruffle the baby's – now orange – hair affectionately. "Okay, now bud, I'm gonna need you to concentrate. Think you can do that for me?" Teddy tilted his head to the side curiously but his eyes screwed up and in the next moment, his hair had turned black. "Excellent," Harry congratulated him and, after rummaging through Teddy's baby bag for a moment, extracted a Sippy cup and handed it to the boy.

After making sure Teddy took a few sips of his juice – which was laced with the potion that kept his hair from changing color - Harry pressed his hand down on the car's horn to get Bella's attention. After three honks, Bella shot up, her eyes wide and her hair a wild tangle. Bella looked around for a while, deeply confused as to what had awakened her, before she finally spotted the car. Harry rolled down the window as the girl approached.

"Hey Bella, what were you doing?"

"I tend to read outside when the sun makes its rare appearances – which happen to be a lot recently." She answered in a sort of wistful voice, leaning into the window and resting her arms against it so that she could see into the darkened vehicle. If she didn't know any better she would have thought he was a vampire, hidden in the dark like he was. "What are you doing?"

"Um . . . well I'm kind of lost," Harry admitted, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Bella chuckled lightly and shook her head.

"Men," she said, earning a small glare and some protest from Harry.

"Hey, I'm asking from directions aren't I?"

"So where were you trying to go?" Bella asked, ignoring Harry's words. Harry leaned his head back and scratched his chin thoughtfully.

"Uh . . . I think it was called . . . Settle? . . . or something of like that . . ."

"Seattle?"

"That sounds right." Bella shook her head again, an amused smile on her face. "Anyways, Teddy needs some new clothes and I thought I might as well get a head start on Luna's birthday."

"How much of a head start?" Bella asked curiously, hoping that maybe she could get something for the eccentric teen also.

"A few weeks," was Harry's answer and Bella nodded.

"Well, how about if I come with you," Bella suggested. "That way you won't end up lost again, and I can join in on your little present buying."

"That would be wonderful," Harry said, laying his accent on thickly, and – like he predicted – Bella's face flushed red. She turned away from him quickly when he started to laugh.

"That's a dirty trick."

"Well, I can't help it if I'm hot." Bella turned and glared at him, but Harry simply smirked. With an annoyed look Bella turned away again, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like 'arrogant jerk.'

"Well, come on, I have to change my clothes," she told him, still sounding slightly annoyed. "Besides, Charlie, my dad, wants to meet you." Harry cut the engine and stepped out of the vehicle, his brow arched.

"Don't you think it's a bit early to be meeting the parents," he asked smoothly and then he faked a shocked look. "Oh no!" he gasped rather dramatically. "Don't tell me he found out about our little fling! And here I was about to steal you away so that we could run off into the sunset and elope. Well there goes that plan." Harry snapped his fingers at the end and put on a slightly disappointed expression. Bella laughed and swatted at his arm, her face tinged a soft pink.

"I don't mean it that way. He's Chief of Police so he likes to know a little about everyone in town. So, don't be surprised when I ask you to bring Draco or Luna over."

"Good luck with that." Harry said with a snort, his voice muffled as he unstrapped Teddy from his car seat. "Luna would probably come, but it might take some convincing with Draco." He then straightened up; Teddy perched on his hip and a baby bag hanging loosely in his hand. "But I might just drag him out for your sake." Here he winked at Bella.

"Thanks you, Harry, that means so much to me," Bella said formally, placing her hand over her heart in a dramatic gesture. The two then laughed and Bella relieved Harry of the baby bag. "So, how'd you end up over here anyway? My house is in the complete opposite direction of Seattle." She asked as they made their way toward her house side-by-side.

"Are you serious? Merlin, I must have really been out of it," Harry groaned with a shake of his head. Bella threw him a sympathetic smile as she pushed open the front door.

"Dad!" she called as they entered her house. "I brought a friend over."

"Is it Alice?" A male voice called back from the living room where Harry could hear the TV playing – it sounded like something sports related. Bella smiled fondly then motioned for Harry to follow her into the living room. Her father was sprawled out on the couch, and when they entered his chocolate colored eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Who's this?"

"Dad, this is my friend, Harry. He moved into that old house a few days ago," Bella informed him in a voice that clearly said 'Be nice.' The man rolled his eyes at his daughter's attitude and stood up.

"Harry Potter, sir, it's a pleasure to meet you." Harry greeted politely, his ingrown politeness coming out as he held out his hand for the man to shake.

"Charlie Swan, Chief of Police. It's nice to meet you, too," Charlie greeted back, shaking Harry's hand. "You're very polite." He then said, rather bluntly.

"That's how I was raised, sir." Charlie looked Bella in the eye meaningfully at that and the girl rolled her eyes at the man's not so discreet message.

"Da!" Teddy yelled out suddenly, demanding attention as he squirmed in Harry's arms. Harry chuckled at the small child.

"I'm sorry, how rude of me. This is my godson, Teddy Lupin." Teddy laughed at the sound of his name and clapped his hands before he started pulling – rather painfully too – on Harry's hair. The bespectled teen looked over at Bella for help and she rolled her eyes before taking the baby off his hands.

"I'll be upstairs changing," she said, then sent Charlie a warning look before disappearing upstairs with Teddy.

"Godson, huh?" Charlie asked when Bella was gone, rubbing the hairs on his chin. Harry nodded his head, already knowing what the next question would be. "Where are his parents?"

"They're dead," Harry answered bitterly, and then quickly added, "sir" so as to smooth over the sound of the response. Charlie blinked suddenly looking abashed.

"Oh . . . um . . . I'm sorry to hear that," he mumbled awkwardly scratching at the back of his head uncomfortably.

"It's alright, sir. You didn't know," Harry said, trying to reassure him with a smile. Charlie nodded then tried to search for a safer topic.

"So . . . what do your parents do?"

"They're dead, too, sir." After that, Charlie didn't dare ask any more questions, in fear of bringing up more awkward topics.

Three hours later Harry, Teddy, and Bella found themselves sitting down in La Bella Italia on the boardwalk in Seattle. Bella was sitting across from Harry, watching him as he tried to coax Teddy into eating his peas.

There was something very . . . unusual about Harry Potter. Not so much in the way that he looked but in the way that he acted. He was a lot like her in that he was more mature than he seemed, but then he wasn't. Bella could see something else locked deep away inside of his eyes. And then there was his secret. Bella knew there was a secret, she could sense it.

And it was painfully obvious. She had noticed the subtle hints. Like the fact that neither Luna nor Draco could operate any kind of electronics – besides a car that is. Or the fact that they didn't know some of the simplest of things. Like when Jessica mentioned going to the movies, they had both turned to look at Harry and he had to explain what it was to them.

She had also noticed some other things she was sure she should not have seen. Like at one point Harry didn't give Teddy his juice at the right time, Bella was sure she had seen a part of the baby's hair change to brown for a moment. There was also this one time when Draco was complaining about his food being a little cold and then moments later she could see steam coming from it. And Harry had shot the blonde a glare, which only proved that she wasn't seeing things.

And then there was also the first day of school to take into count. It had been painfully obvious that Harry was not completely comfortable around Luna and he didn't seem to like Draco at all. And yet they had all moved here together and they were sharing a house? What was that about?

Yes, odd things happened around Harry Potter and his crew.

"Um . . . Bella," Harry suddenly called out to her timidly, not looking at her but instead down at his plate – a dinner of steak and potatoes.

"Hmm?" Bella hummed as she twisted her spaghetti around on her fork. Harry shifted and looked around the restaurant like he was hoping some word might fly out of the air. "Harry?" Harry started and then turned a deep red.

"Oh, um . . . I . . . I was curious . . ."

"About," Bella urged when Harry didn't immediately continue.

"Well, I noticed that Ed- I mean the . . . um . . . the Cullens weren't particularly . . . um . . . social," he started rather awkwardly. "So, I was wondering . . . how . . . how did you guys meet up?" Bella blinked and then she realized that Harry wasn't really asking about the Cullens, he was asking about Edward.

That was a wake-up call. To hide her smirk, Bella lifted her cup to her lips and took a long drink of her coke. Then she put it down so that she could answer Harry's awkwardly phrased question.

"Edward and I used to date," she told him, watching as Harry's eyes flashed with . . . annoyance? But it was gone as quickly as it came, and Harry was looking once more at his plate.

"Oh?" he said for the lack of saying something else.

"Yeah, but we sort of . . . drifted I guess you could say. I broke it off the day before I met you." Harry's face was unreadable when Bella gave away this news, but his eyes were like open doors. Bella noticed the way the green darkened and then seemed to grow light again.

"I see. I'm sorry to hear that," Harry finally managed to say, and he actually sounded sincere. Bella almost believed him, but then she saw that his hand was clenched so tight around his fork, she could have sworn there were words scarred into it.

"Are you really?" Harry blinked and looked a little startled. Bella grinned and pointed her fork at him and winked. "Gotcha." At this Harry's face flushed tomato red.

"I . . . I . . ." was all he mattered to splutter out before Bella took pity on him.

"You know, you could have just told me you like Edward," she said, going back to twirling spaghetti on her fork. "I could probably help you out a little."

"I'm not interested in Edward," Harry snapped out so harshly, Bella looked up in surprise. But the look on the boy's face clearly contradicted his words. He seemed almost sad that he even had to say such a thing. "I'm not," he repeated with less conviction, looking conflicted. He sounded like he was trying to convince himself of that more than Bella.

"Okay, you're not," Bella agreed just to placate him. Harry nodded, his expression a mixture of sadness and relief. As Bella pulled another forkful of spaghetti into her mouth, she couldn't help but wonder at Harry's reaction.

"Watch the crowds, of people walk by. Seeing them laugh as you're waiting to die. Trapped in a cage, stuck behind the bars. Feeling left out as if you're on Mars." Harry paused and removed the pencil that he had put behind his ear. Nodding just slightly, he wrote down some words onto the paper before he then played an experimental bar on his guitar.

"What are you doing?" The question jarred Harry out of his thoughts and he looked over at the doorway to his music room, find Draco standing there, his arms crossed over his chest.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Harry retorted, turning back to his work. He frowned as he tried to catch back the mood he had been in when he had first started writing. Draco rolled his eyes and pushed off from the doorway, making his way over to the messy haired teen. Harry was humming now and Draco had to admit, the tune sounded nice.

"So . . . what brought this on?" Draco asked rather awkwardly. He squinted his eyes as he took in the mass of hastily squalled notes and words on the page. "Don't try to be a king?" He asked when he caught the title. Harry hummed a sort of yes and wrote down another few bars on the paper. Draco leaned back and looked around the room. He had noticed Harry spending a great deal of time in here when they first got there, but this wasn't what he had expected the Savior to turn it into.

Harry had turned one of the drawing rooms into a music room.

The walls were a pale green that matched well with the black marble floor. Draco was surprised at the color choice; he had assumed Harry would have painted things that gaudy red color all Gryffindors seemed to favor. But no, this room was done up like the Slytherin common room, except with a musical theme.

Dark green padding blocks were put up on the walls, so that the music played would be allowed to bounce around instead of being absorbed into the walls. There were a few music stands scattered around, and a shiny black upright piano pushed against one wall. By the wide windows were a set of drums and by an amplifier was another guitar – base if Draco remembered correctly. There was also an acoustic guitar propped up next to Harry's chair, but he was using the electric one.

"I didn't realize you could play so many instruments?" Draco comment lightly, turning back to look at Harry, who had stopped in his composing to watch Draco take in the room.

"I can't" Harry told him. Draco blinked once in confusion.

"Then why do you have all of these?" He had to ask when Harry just continued to stare at him. Harry arched a brow sort of challengingly.

"Sometimes Luna likes to play with me," Harry finally said. "That's hers." He pointed at the bass which, now that Draco was really looking, bore Luna's signature. There were splash on the body, like someone had thrown a bunch of paint ball at it. "And just about ever musician had a piano."

"Okay, so the drums are . . ."

"For you," Harry finished when Draco trailed off. Draco's eyes widened and when he looked back at Harry you could actually see the shock reflected on his face.

"W-what?" He sputtered.

"Well, I saw you eyeing it the other day, before we left, and I thought you'd like it. Call it a welcoming gift if you will." Harry commented casually before he flashed Draco a grin. Draco flushed a looked away, suddenly embarrassed. He didn't even know Harry had been watching him that day, and it was just a passing glance – you could hardly say he was eyeing it.

Draco never even told anyone that he liked the drums. Playing something so loud and out of control was not something his parents approved of, so he kind of did it in secret. But to think Harry picked up on something his own mother never even guessed at was surprising to say the least. Then again, Harry always seemed to know things others didn't.

"Go ahead and take a look," Harry suddenly said and he held out a pair of drum sticks to Draco. Draco stared at them for a long moment. They were customized, a black snake on one stick and a green one on the other. And the drums were the same, the black and green snake coiling on the silver background of the bass drum.

"I . . . I . . ."

"A simple thanks would suffice," Harry told him, sounding annoyingly amused. Draco flushed a dark read and stammered out a thank you before walking over to the drums. Harry chuckled bemusedly and turned back to the song he had been composing.

"It appears that you have converted another one." Luna commented mildly when she walked in to the music room and hour later to find Draco breaking in his new instrument. Harry was lying on his back on the floor, making airplane noises as he levitated Teddy in the air.

"So it would seem," Harry shot back with a wide grin. Luna smiled and drifted over to him, plucking Teddy out of the air as she did so. The baby giggled madly, his hair flashing ever color under the sun in his glee. Luna tickled him in his stomach then settled into the chair where Harry laid in a square of grayish light coming in from the window.

"Have you thought about what I said?" Luna asked in the same pleasant tone. Harry stiffened a bit, his jaw clenching but made no comment. "You know, this could be good for you."

"And how would you know," Harry snapped out rather harshly. Luna hummed and began to bounce Teddy on her knee, focusing on him rather than Harry. "Look, Luna, I just want to be normal and he isn't exactly normal. You can't just expect me to jump into something like that. I don't even know anything about him besides the fact that his name is Edward and he's a vampire."

"Well, you're not exactly trying to get to know him, now are you?" Luna shot back, peeking a glance at the teen beside her. Harry was not looking at her, his gaze trained on the window. Draco had paused in his drumming to listen into their conversation. Harry heaved a heavy sigh before saying, "I just can't, okay?"

"And why not," Draco suddenly cut in. "What exactly are you afraid of?" A pained expression flashed across Harry's face and he bit down on his lip. Luna thought he might cry.

"Nothing." Draco huffed and took to studying his drumsticks.

"Look Potter," Draco said in an unnaturally soft voice. Harry propped himself up on his arms to look quizzically at the blonde. "Okay, I know we aren't exactly friends, but if we're going to try this . . . truce we might as well learn to trust each other." Harry blinked, looking thoroughly shocked.

"Okay," Harry consented carefully.

"Okay. So, I'll ask again, what exactly are you afraid of?" But Harry didn't really have an answer for that.

Edward sighed and plucked harmlessly at the keys of his piano, his thoughts on a certain green-eyed boy. Harry Potter had to be the most allusive teen Edward had ever met. He didn't know that someone could actually avoid him, especially in a school that small. It was a bit annoying, and it didn't help that his so called siblings thought it would be funny to tease him about his predicament. Even Bella had joined in on teasing him unrelentlessly.

"Hey Edward, thinking about Harry again," a chirpy voice asked. Edward turned to glare at the small dark-haired vampire. "Oo, that's a scary look. I know what can help. Shopping!" Edward groaned and turned back to his piano, choosing to ignore the girl. "Oh, come on, sulking is not going to do anything."

"I'm not sulking," Edward replied smoothly. Alice rolled her golden eyes at that.

"Yeah right," she said sarcastically. Edward didn't bother to make a comeback and after a while of waiting for one Alice sighed. "Fine, don't come shopping with me. But we can at least go hunting."

"Don't feel like it. Why don't you just go with Jasper?" Alice frowned delicately before sliding onto the piano bench next to Edward.

"You wanna talk about it?" Edward sighed and hit a low note on the piano as if that could describe his mood.

"He's just . . ." he trailed off, not quite knowing what to say.

"I know. Bella told me how much he's been avoiding you," Alice said sympathetically. Edward sighed at this. So, Harry was somehow still able to maintain his relationship with Bella even though Bella was always around him. It was quite frustrating to learn that, and Edward couldn't help but wonder how the teen managed to do it.

"Have you tried talking to his friends?" Alice asked.

"Yeah," was Edward's response, "but that Draco guy doesn't like to socialize or something and Luna's a bit . . . odd." Alice laughed at Edward's choice of words. The fact was, in the few days that they had been there, Draco had been labeled as a stuck-up jerk and Luna was the weirdo. And since Harry was always kind and polite, people were often left to wonder how the trio had come to be friends. Their personalities always seemed to clash, especially with Draco and Harry. But that was only how they acted during school. No one had a clue as to what they were like outside of the classrooms. The three tended to keep to themselves and didn't like to give out information about themselves. It made them have an air of mystery.

"Oh, well . . . there's always tomorrow," Alice concluded with a shrug. She then stood up and twirled away, leaving Edward more annoyed than before she had come to try and cheer him up.

"We have got to do something about this," Bella declared rather suddenly as she was walking with Alice to her car. Edward had decided to skip that day and Bella suspected it was because Harry was still ignoring him.

"I know, this is completely ridiculous," Alice agreed wholeheartedly. The two walked on in silence for a while longer, until they were in Bella's truck.

"And you wanna know what makes this all the more frustrating," Bella all but yelled as she turned to look Alice in the eye. "Harry actually likes Edward!" Alice's eyes widened ever so slightly and Bella caught a mischievous gleam in their amber depths.

"Oh really, well that won't do." Bella frowned, now slightly confused.

"What won't do," she questioned hesitantly. Alice grinned sharply.

"Well, we can't let things continue to go in this direction. I have a feeling Harry would be a nice addition to our family, and if he's determined to ignore Edward . . . well we'll just have to do something about that, won't we." Bella blinked, suddenly catching on to where Alice was going with this.

"Okay," she said slowly. She pushed her keys into the ignition and turned the truck on. It roared to life and as Bella back out of her parking spot she asked, "But what exactly are we going to do. Lock them in a broom closet?" Alice rolled her eyes and that and sighed in exasperation.

"Bella, Bella, Bella, that is like . . . centuries old. No one does things like that anymore. No, no, I have a better idea." Bella arched a brow but didn't ask Alice to elaborate. She was likely not to anyways. But whatever it was, Bella hoped it would happen soon. It was kind of tiring to be friends with two people who wouldn't even talk to each other.

"Something's not right." Harry and Luna looked up from where they had both been trying, and failing, to feed Teddy some normal food – stuff for normal kids his age. So far it wasn't working, the boy seemed determined to eat nothing but meat. Harry suspected it was because of Remus's werewolf gene.

"What's not right?" Luna asked at the same time as Harry asked, "Are you reading a Muggle newspaper?" Just a little bit annoyed, Draco lowered the paper to glare heatedly at Harry.

"Wasn't it you who said we needed to keep up appearances?" he demanded. Harry shrugged, a smirk on his lips because he had in fact said that, many times in fact. It was his argument whenever Draco demanded that he drop out of high school. "Anyways, this is what's not right." Spreading the paper out on the table, Draco pointed at the headline.

Death Toll on the Rise

Police Fear Gang Activity

Curiosity peaked; Harry slid the paper closer and read a few lines from the article.

"It reminds me of when the Dark Lord came back," Draco continued to explain. "You remember all those raids on Muggles. It looks like someone's doing that here."

"But who would be doing that here?" Luna voiced, her tone very much serious for once. It was only when she sounded like this that Harry remembered she had had a part in the war and it had changed her just as much as it had changed others. "Why would wizards want to cause trouble in America?" Draco sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"I don't know."

"It can't be wizards," Harry finally said. "It's way too messy. Yes, those people are being killed, but not with spells." Then Harry sighed and looked at the clock. "We'll finish the conversation later. Right now we need to get to school."

"Hi guys!" Bella greeted in an oddly chipper voice as she appeared at Harry's side. Beside her, Edward was looking highly amused.

"Hey?" Harry greeted back cautiously, his curiosity the only thing keeping him from bolting, like he normally did when Edward was present. "Um . . . you okay?"

"Couldn't be better," was Bella's gleeful reply. On the other side of the table, Angela looked over at them frantically.

"Have you started your announcements?"

"No," Bella answered. "There's no point really. Renée knows when I'm graduating. Who else is there?" Angela nodded then turned her frantic gaze onto Harry, who had just finished explaining what an announcement was to Luna and Draco.

"Um . . . we don't really have to," he told her hesitantly.

"We're emancipated orphans and we don't really have any friends outside of our group," Luna informed them bluntly, her attention seemingly focused on Teddy. All those around looked at the three sympathetically. Draco snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Well, what about you, Alice?" Angela then asked, turning to the girl sitting beside her.

"All done," Alice answered with a smile. Angela groaned at that.

"Ugh. Lucky you. My mother has a thousand cousins and she expects me to hand-address one to everybody. I'm going to get carpal tunnel. I can't put it off any longer and I'm just dreading it."

"I'll help you," Bella volunteered, "If you don't mind my awful handwriting." Angela looked at Bella in relief.

"That's so nice of you. I'll come over anytime you want."

"Actually, I'd rather go to your house if that's okay – I'm sick of mine. Charlie ungrounded me yesterday." Bella grinned widely, finally announcing the meaning to her good mood.

"Really?" Angela asked, mild excitement lighting her weary eyes. "I thought you said you were in for life."

"Yeah, well it's all thanks to Harry." Harry looked up from his lunch, surprised, not having expected to be dragged into the conversation.

"Me?" he asked, wincing when Teddy reached over and pulled on his hair. Bella nodded, chuckling when Harry glared at the baby.

"Yeah, Charlie was so glad that I made a new friend that he figured he'd let me free so that I can spend more time with said friend."

"Sounds like he's trying to set you up," Harry told her with a chuckle. "I told you it was too early in our relationship to be meeting parents. Looks like I can just go ahead with my plans." Harry laughed as Bella narrowed her eyes and swatted at his arm in annoyance.

"This is great, Bella!" Angela exclaimed. "We'll have to go out to celebrate."

"You have no idea how good that sounds," Bella said with a wistful sigh.

"What should we do?" Alice mused, jumping into the conversation. Bella looked nervous at the excitement on the smaller teen's face.

"Whatever you're thinking, Alice, I doubt I'm that free."

"Free is free, right?" she insisted.

"I'm sure I still have boundaries – like the continental U.S., for example." Everyone laughed but Alice grimaced in real disappointment.

"So, what are we doing tonight?" she continued to persist, her impatience showing.

"Nothing. Look, let's give it a couple of days to make sure he wasn't joking. It's a school night, anyways."

"We'll celebrate this weekend, then."

"Sure," Bella answered offhandedly, with a roll of her eyes. Draco also rolled his eyes and leaned closer toward Harry and Luna.

"Boy am I glad we don't have parents to deal with." Harry glared heatedly at him for the statement and the aristocrat arched a brow in question.

"Forget it." With a shrug, Draco changed the subject.

"Are you going to celebrate with them?"

"If I do, you two will come, right?" This question received a shrug from Draco and a nod from Luna.

"Whatever you want James," Luna hummed, and then nodded her head discreetly over at Alice. The two boys turned to look at the girl, who had a curiously blank look in her eyes.

"Alice?" Angela called, waving her hand in front of Alice's face. "Alice!" Suddenly Edward laughed, the sound of it causing an electric shock to sprint down Harry's spine. Harry ignored it, sharing a knowing look with Draco and Luna when Alice jumped up, like she'd been kicked under the table.

"Is it naptime already, Alice?" Edward asked in a teasing tone.

"Sorry, I was daydreaming, I guess." And just like that everything was back to normal. Ben, who'd been sitting quietly reading a comic, shut his book with a sigh.

"Daydreaming is better than facing two more hours of school," he said. While the others continued the conversation, Harry took the chance to notice how Bella seemed to be tense and the two Cullens strained to appear normal. Something was defiantly going on.

"They know something," Draco announced as soon as the trio got home. Harry sighed, and shook his head as he placed a sleeping Teddy inside his playpen. "Something's up, and I'd bet you my manor that it has something to do with the murders in that Cattle place."

"Seattle," Harry corrected. The young Malfoy glared at him. "Right, not important." Shaking his head again, Harry walked into the kitchen to prepare some tea.

"Aren't you going to do something?" Draco demanded, walking into the kitchen moments later. Harry thought he looked strangely like a flustered housewife, hands on his hips and a disapproving frown on his face.

"Like what?" Harry asked, watching as Luna drifted in, grabbed a cup of tea, and then drifted out again.

"I don't know!" Draco shouted, throwing his hands up in frustration. "Go confront them or something." Harry arched a brow, taking a sip of his tea.

"And how do you think that would go over?" he asked rather calmly, which only seemed to aggravate Draco more. "Should I just walk up to them and say, 'Hey guys, I'm a wizard in hiding and I was wondering if you'd tell me who's been killing people off in Seattle.'?" Draco scowled, his lip stuck out a little in a pout as he sat down heavily on a chair.

"No, I suppose not," he finally muttered sullenly. "I just hate not knowing things. These could be Death Eaters trying to lure you out."

"Aww, Draco. Are you worried about me?" Harry asked in a babyish voice. Draco looked up only to send him a hateful glare. Harry sighed and said, rather patiently, "I already told you it's not wizards." Draco's response was immediate, like he had already thought this argument through.

"Yeah, but it could be Greyback."

"Or it could not be Greyback," Harry returned just as quickly. Then he sighed at the worried look on Draco's face. So the blonde was concerned about him – that was oddly touching. This whole truce thing was still making Harry uncomfortable and it's been a week since he made it. With a sigh, Harry made Draco a proposition.

"Look, if it makes you feel any better, we could patrol this weekend." Draco's face lit up at the idea.

"Really? It's been a while since we were out and about." Harry arched a brow questioningly at him, surprised to see that he had caught on to yet another thing that Draco seemed to like very much. Harry could just about image him with a wagging tail.

"Excited?" He asked in an amused tone, his lips twitching into a smirk. Draco huffed and crossed his arms trying to look put-out, yet he could not completely get the look of excitement out of his eyes.

"Of course, I feel like a bloody animal trapped in a cage here." Harry continued to look at him skeptically and he sighed. "You know what I mean, Potter."

"Harry."

"What?" Draco asked, sounding slightly distracted as he gazed out the kitchen window. Harry hid his smile by sipping at his tea.

"I keep telling you to call me Harry." Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Old habits die hard, you know that."

"But I call you Draco," Harry pointed out, looking at the blonde over the rim of his cup.

"But you aren't exactly normal, so the phrase rarely ever applies to you," Draco argued teasingly. Harry rolled his eyes and took another sip of his tea. "So, you figure we could get someone to watch Teddy?" Draco asked, changing the topic back to more important matters. Harry shrugged, this time taking a long gulp of his tea before he answered.

"I have someone we could trust."

The air was nice and cool that night as Harry, Draco, and Luna entered the forest behind their house. A cool mist hung over the forest, clinging possessively to the leaves and sticking to the three's exposed skin. They were dressed in the least amount of clothes as possible; Draco and Harry in pants and Luna in a simple white sundress, and none of them had on shoes.

"James, where did Bella go," Luna asked in a musical tone, dancing over the spiky branches littering the ground like a ballet dancer. Harry lifted his shoulders and let the fall in a shrug as his eyes scanned the trees, the sky, the ground; it was a habit he had yet to break.

"Don't know, though she did say something about her mom. Why?"

"Just curious," Luna sang doing a complicated sort of jumping twirl over a fallen log.

"Are we doing this or what?" Draco asked, sounding suspiciously like the Muggle American he was growing accustomed to. Harry smirked and rolled his eyes at the fallen aristocrat.

"Yeah, sure," he agreed airily with a nod. The three then split off into three different directions and under the cover of the night and trees, they shed their clothes and shifted. In a matter of seconds, in their places were three relatively large wolves. The large black one with the white strip in his muzzle let out a low rumbling grown and the wolves ran out into the forest, their noses held high as they scented the air.

"I'm not getting anything here," The silver white wolf barked out to his companions.

"Spread out and howl if you get anything," The black wolf, the obvious leader, commanded. The two white wolves nodded an affirmative before they ran off in opposite directions. After a long moment one of them, the slimmer one, caught something and let out a low howl.

"I caught a scent," she announced as the other two caught up with her.

"Alright, we're going to follow it. Stay close and be quiet," The black wolf ordered. He got affirmatives and the trio set out. It wasn't long before the wolves came upon a gathering. They approached quietly, hidden in the bushes, as they watched.

One side of the clearing was made up of wolves larger that the trio, much larger, about as big as horses. They appeared to be on edge, a low strained growl emitting form there muzzles, but were kept at bay by their leader, who was just as black as night itself. On the other side of the clearing there were what appeared to be humans, except some of them were crouched forward, as if they were prepared to attack.

"Is that Alice?" the female white wolf asked, lowly.

"Must be the entire coven then," the silvery white wolf commented, then continued on in a teasing tone. "Oh, but look, one's missing. I wonder where he is."

"Shut up," the black wolf commanded, growing irritated. The other two immediately quieted down although the silvery white one was grinning widely. The black wolf was doing everything to keep himself from slapping his fellow wolf.

"We are obviously tracking the same person. It would be more efficient if we . . . compromised for the moment." The leader of the Cullens was proposing to the wolves. The leader of the wolves seemed to debate that for a while before agreeing and then the two sides vanished swiftly into the trees.

"Let's go, they can obviously handle this," the black wolf commanded, before turning and running back home, the other two following closely behind. As they neared the house they shifted again, and shrugged into their clothes.

"Man, the first time is always so annoying," Draco complained as the three walked into the house. He stopped at a mirror hanging in the hallway to fix his hair.

"What, you don't like running in the nude," Harry teased only to receive a glare from the blonde. Well there, that was for teasing him in the woods about Edward.

"But, that run was very educational," Luna piped up. The two boys turned to look at her but she merely hummed and walked into the house.

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