So...I found this story on my computer, titled 'Golden Wolf', while I was trying to open another HP/Twilight story of mine to work on. That story features Penelope Clearwater being part Quileute and turning into a wolf, but as I wrote it with her having blonde hair, I assumed Golden Wolf was the story...it wasn't. In fact, it turned out to be a story I completely forgot about and have no idea where I was going with it, hence why I'm putting it up for adoption.

The only real insight I can give in regards to what I was doing was that Harry's wolf was blonde/gold colored, he was going to be related to both the Blacks and Rosalie, and I apparently was going to have him imprint on Leah...I was probably going to have her shift as well, as she does in canon, but I honestly have no idea if I was. Also I was picking the Twilight Saga up in New Moon.

Anyway, here's the story, please remember, it and my authors notes are un-edited.

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I Do Not Own Harry Potter or Twilight

This story features Adopted Harry and eventual Harry/Leah. That said, Harry will be Harry's adopted name, and he will be using his birth name throughout the majority of this story. The reason for this is so that I avoid confusion between Harry Potter and Harry Clearwater, especially since Harry will be involved with Leah Clearwater.

I hope you enjoy.

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Prologue

Deep in the woods of Maine, a lone figure tore apart another tree.

She was beautiful. With long,wavy, golden blonde hair that fell partway down her back, a full hourglass figure, pale skin, and regal, angelic features, she was beauty personified, a walking Aphrodite.

But her angry black eyes revealed her true nature.

She was a vampire. Newly turned, her eyes hadn't yet lost their red color, despite her diet of animals. But now…now they were black from anger.

Rosalie Hale had finally avenged her death. She'd killed the men who had beaten and raped her, leaving her dead in an alleyway. She'd had one more task to do after that however.

Her parents had done their best to hide it, the shameful actions of their daughter and eldest child. But she'd given birth not long before she was turned. The result of an act of rebellion on her part with an Indian sailor she didn't even know the name of, she loved her little boy. Alexander Lukas Hale had been the pride of her life, despite how she came to have him.

And all she wanted was to see him one last time.

But it turned out that, since she disappeared, her parents had abandoned him to die, she'd overheard them talking about it, to hide the family shame. She'd immediately rushed to where she'd heard her father say he'd left her son.

Only she was too late.

Finally having worked out her rage. Rosalie walked over to the blanket she had found by the side of the road, made herself to protect her little prince. She found nothing else. She couldn't even pick up his scent.

Collapsing to the ground, she sobbed tears that would never fall as she held the blanket, the last thing she had of her child, close.

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Yes, Harry is Alexander. And lets just say that accidental magic, even with muggleborn children, is unpredictable.

Chapter 1

Alexander James Hale smiled as he stepped out of his car, and looked up at his new home.

The seventeen, almost eighteen, year old had come to Forks, Washington for several reasons. One was so that he could actually get his muggle education certificate, which was why he had enrolled at the school, though he was starting a few weeks late due to moving. The other was to get away from the paparazzi that followed him back in England due to his actions as Harry Potter, namely vanquishing the Dark Lord Voldemort.

The biggest reason was that it was close to the Quileute Reservation.

After defeating Voldemort, he had gone to the goblins of Gringotts, namely to attempt to mend fences with them, since he and his friends had destroyed a good portion of the bank. The deal they'd come up with was that he would take an inheritance test, and would forfeit half the monies he would have. But the test had revealed a few…unexpected surprises.

The biggest was that James and Lily had adopted him. The second was the fact he was born in 1933.

After paying the fine, he had done some research into his birth parents, one Rosalie Lillian Hale and Johnathan Peter Black, a Quileute Indian. What he found…well it had been a shock. His mother had simply disappeared one night. While his father, a fisherman and the younger brother of Chief Ephraim Black, had died when his ship went down. There was no evidence that the two were ever married. In fact, based of the time period, and his mother's standing, he had imagined it was quite the scandal when he was born, but it looked like it had been covered up well.

In fact, aside from a birth certificate that didn't even list his father's name, he could find no evidence that he even existed. But he did find an old picture of his mother, which he kept protected in an enchanted picture frame.

In light of this information, he had his name legally changed when he moved. He did this for two reasons, one was to honor his parents, and the other was to make it harder for paparazzi to track down. And while he returned to his birth first and last names, he kept the middle name James and Lily Potter had given him, in honor of their actions in adopting him, and dying to protect him.

Alex was tall, standing at six feet two inches, with a very muscular build. He'd had this build ever since his fourth year of Hogwarts, when he'd discovered what he'd thought at the time was his animagus form, a very unusual animagus form.

He could change into a wolf bigger than a horse with golden blonde hair.

What made it unusual, other than the size, was that his clothes never changed with him. Not to mention his body began to run at a higher temperature, and even in human form he had more…wolf like instincts. After he found out his heritage, he'd found a book on Native American legends that included Quileute legends. After reading it, he wasn't so sure he was an animagus.

In fact, he planned on investigating that little tidbit while he was in Forks.

But first, he had to make sure all of his belongings were properly unpacked. Then he planned on going down to La Push. Apparently, his Uncle Ephraim's grandson and great-grandson still lived there. He had some prepared documents with a false family history that showed his connection. In fact it was odd that he would actually be posing as his own grandson, but he didn't even want to deal with trying to explain he was Ephraim's nephew.

He still had no idea how he had come forward through time as an infant.

Running a hand through his messy black hair, the emerald eyed youth stepped through the door of his new home.

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Billy Black was preparing dinner for himself. There was some extra food of course, just in case Jacob got home early from the Atera's. But Billy knew his son and his friends, especially since it was the weekend.

He honestly wouldn't be surprised if Joy Atera called to tell him his son had fallen asleep playing video games with his friends.

An older man, Billy was confined to a wheel chair, the result of the car accident that had taken his wife from him when they'd been struck by a drunk driver. Still, while this required he make a lot of changes to his life, he prided himself on being as independent as he was. With his long black hair, and warm brown eyes, he was still an imposing figure at Tribal Meetings, where he still acted as chief.

Even if the title was more ceremonial now than it had been in the past.

Just as the water for the pasta he was preparing began to boil, the doorbell rang.

Curious as to who would be visiting him, as most of his friends, and the Pack would knock, he rolled himself to the door. Opening it, he found himself facing a young man with short, messy black hair, emerald eyes, and a build similar to those in the Pack. Yet, despite the dark skin coloring that marked the man as having Native blood, he didn't recognize him. "Can I help you?" he asked.

"Is this the Black residence?" the man asked, with a faint British accent.

"Yes. I'm Billy Black."

The man smiled. "I'm Alex Hale," the man introduced himself, holding out his hand to shake. Billy did so. "Um…This is kinda of hard to do," Alex muttered. "I was doing some research into my family history, I was adopted you see, and um, I discovered that I was Quileute, and that my closest living relatives were… well my cousins here on the reservation. You and…I believe your son's name is Jacob."

That got Billy's attention. And he appreciated the courage it must have taken this young man to come see him. "We're cousins?" Billy asked with a smile.

"A few generations removed. My great grandfather was Johnathan Black, the younger brother of, if I have my information right, your grandfather Ephraim." He licked his lips nervously. "I don't want to intrude, but…I was kind of hoping you may have some information I couldn't find, I really don't have much knowledge of family."

Billy chuckled. "You hungry Alex?"

"Uh…I wouldn't say no if you offered me a snack, but I couldn't impose."

The older man waved him off. "Nonsense. I can just as easily make a meal for two as I can for one. Why don't you come in, I can perhaps answer some questions while a cook, and while we eat."

"Thank you Sir."

"And please, call me Billy, you're family after all."

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Chapter 2

Billy was happy to meet this lost relation. After eating, and talking about some family history which his cousin was unaware of. He'd pulled out an old album. He'd managed to find a picture of Ephraim and Johnathan. He was just about to ask if Alex was aware of any of the Quileute legends when the phone rang.

Excusing himself, He answered the phone.

"Black residence," he greeted.

"Billy, its Charlie, Have you heard from Bella at all?" the voice of his friend, Chief of Police Charlie Swan asked.

Billy frowned, already he was beginning to worry, especially since he knew exactly what the Cullen's she spent so much time around were. "No, I haven't," he replied. "Why?"

His friend sighed tiredly. "I figured as much, but I hoped…," he heard his friend gulp before continuing. "Bella's missing. There's a note saying she went for a walk in the woods, but I can't find her. You were the last call I had, I'm gonna organize a search party. I know you can't help much, but could call around?"

At the news Bella was missing, Billy felt the blood drain from his face. Hearing a noise, he looked up to see a concerned Alex standing in the doorway. "I'll make some calls, then I'll be there," he assured his friend. "I may not be able to search, but I can stay behind and coordinate."

"Thank you Billy."

"I'll be over as soon as as I'm done on the phone," he assured the other man before hanging up.

Turning to Alex, he was about to explain what happened, and ask if he;d help, when the man said, "I'll start searching, I have a few methods other's might not know."

Before he could walk away, Billy asked, "You're a wolf, aren't you?" He'd had his suspicions already, what with how big the man was. Combined with how much food he ate, Billy was sure he was right.

Alex tensed before saying, "Would you think I was crazy if I said yes?"

Billy was actually relieved. It would take Sam time to mobilize the pack, and another wolf would certainly be an asset. "We have a pack here. There are three wolves already. I'll tell them about you, but just so you're aware.

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Please PM me if you decide to adopt the story