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Rosealie Hale disliked a great number of things. She disliked dogs, astronomy, the smell of pickles, red lights, poorly crafted photo shoots, any and all sounds associated with the ingestion of liquids or solids, apple trees, pretending to give a damn, poetry that didn't rhyme and any other number of other unworthy of things. In opposition there were surprisingly, and contrary to popular belief, few things she hated. It wasn't quite clear what she hated the most the most consistently, but in the present moment she hated nothing as much as she hated the human girl in front of her.

There wasn't anything extraordinary about her. She hadn't done anything. She wasn't unique. Rosealie's hatred was born of pure, unadulterated jealousy. She knew it was irrational, unwarranted. Her inability to curb the feeling only increased her hatred. But the fact remained, this girl had everything Rose would never get back.

Her hatred was obstreperous, protracted, and it grew effervescently along the edges of her consciousness. It was also unexpectantly convenient. It served as a solid excuse for why she hadn't noticed the unannounced arrival of a disheveled, barely awake English man-child.

She hadn't heard him enter the room. Nor the subsequent sitting, unpacking, and flopping onto their lab table. She willfully ignored the knowledge he'd arrived consistently soundless for the two months since she'd met him. Besides, she could always become concerned on the day when the staccato of his subtle heartbeat and steady breaths disappeared.

She eyed the listless, closed eyed teen suspiciously. "It looks exactly like you're having a good morning." She commented.

Harry laughed drily, his head turned to face her. "Of course. How couldn't I when it's 7:28 in the morning on a cold, miserable Monday?"

Rosealie's eyebrow twitched. "Dramatic much?" She sniffed.

"Mm." He noncommittally replied. He was unusually quiet, reserved in a way. She studied him openly. She took note of the uncharacteristic presence of unshaven childish stubble, sunken eyes, and shadowed frown. Rosalie wondered if he'd gotten any sleep the night before.

"What did you do last night?" She asked.

"Is that concern I hear?" Harry's lips twitched dangerously towards a smile.

"Of course not." She deflected. "Now tell me."

"And curiosity?" His lips curled further upwards.

"You're mistaken." She assured. "Answer me."

"If I didn't know better I'd swear you cared." He was definitely smiling.

"Quit being a brat."

"And affection?" He teased. "Whatever has become of the world?"

"If you aren't going to answer I'm going to assume you were up late watching porn."

Rose smirked with satisfaction in Harry's choked reaction and violent blush. She smugly basked in a heated emerald glare.

"Geeze, Em, hadn't realized you'd polyjuiced yourself." He huffed.

"First, that isn't a word." She wondered, not for the first or last time, where he got his weird phrases. "Second, I didn't need to know about your personal hobbies."

"That isn't a hobby," Harry hissed.

"Call it whatever you like, didn't need to know it's what you watch in your spare time." Rose smugly tossed her long, golden hair over her shoulder.

"Quit saying I watch porn." Harry scowled.

"You didn't deny it." Rose shrugged airily. Whatever Harry was going to reply was cut off as the bell rang. She smiled sweetly and turned to face forward.


Emmett Cullen was a simple man. He loved his life, his family, and his wife. He didn't bother to complicate things, and he didn't let the small shit bother him. He liked playing sports and taking bets. He liked poking fun and making jokes. To be honest, there wasn't much he didn't like. He even liked repeating high school, over, and over, and over again. After all, hormonal teenagers were never boring.

He found it amusing the way the girls and boys chased boys and girls and everything in between. Thought it was hilarious how easily embarrassed they were. He liked to spook the unfortunate ones that hadn't noticed him. He followed the gossip and knew everything about everyone. It was an ever evolving angsty theatrical series.

He always had his favorite characters; the overly dramatic types, the quiet recluses, and the self-appointed egotists. The stories nearly always followed the same themes: girl/boy cheats on girl/boy, little shit bullies the nerd, cheerleaders fight like cats, you know the drill. But the people were always different. Each combination of every person was a different collection of traits and experiences. Despite the similarities, the repetitiveness, and the expected, it was never boring.

But, if you asked him, the most exciting seasons happened once in a blue moon. Every decade or so there was a human or two that broke away from the cookie-cutter. Sometimes the kid was a good person, brilliant, life changing. Sometimes the kid was a monster, cold and brutal. It was impossible not to be drawn into every episode, like a train wreck in slow motion.

But this season on High School Repeat? The cast was particularly special. A completely unexplainable character has been introduced. On paper the kid was as boring and uneventful as they came. Nothing incriminating in his past, average schooling records, and completely normal health records.

But in person? The kid was a paradox wrapped in a conundrum that popped out of tightly sealed Pandora's box. He spoke with odd phrases, referenced things or events impossible to decipher. He lacked common knowledge and competency with modern tech and objects. He was intelligent and clever but held back and doubted his potential. He radiated the confidence and persona of a born and seasoned leader, but often withdrew into himself as if attempting to meld as one with the floor, wall, or furniture. He was well liked by most anyone who'd met him, but avoided the spotlight as if it were the plague. The kid had the most incredible luck in every sense of the word. It didn't matter if the luck was good or bad, it almost always managed to turn up in the kid's favor. And that was just his intro mini-series.

His strangest features weren't so much what he had or was. It was what he lacked. He was completely unnoticeable to vampiric senses unless Emmett and his family already knew he was there. He made no noise and his scent was empty. Edward could only sense the kid had thoughts and only when he truly focused on them. Jasper caught wisps, phantoms of emotions, but only when he was truly excitable. And weirdest, and decidedly worst of all, Alice only ever saw glimpses of a violent or deadly future. Everything she'd managed to see clearly was blocked by weird flashes of lights and truly disturbing events.

Emmett didn't know what made the kid tick, but he didn't think he found it bothersome. It'd been weird in the beginning, not noticing the slender, average height kid. But now it was more like a game. Emmett was constantly trying to trip the boy up or catch him. It was uncanny how often Emmett's attempts failed, but the challenge only became more entertaining.

One day Emmett would find out the secrets to the mysterious Harry Porter, he just had to wait. And lucky for him, he had an abundance of time and full access of a full contact class in common.

"Porter, my man!" Emmett beamed. He couldn't wait for the teasing to begin. He grinned impossibly wider as Harry's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Whatever it is, no." Harry told him.

"Harry, I'm hurt." He sighed dramatically. "I wasn't going to suggest anything. Just getting ready for class." Emmett smiled innocently.

"Nope, no way-" Harry held his hands up and backed away from Emmett. "Can't participate today." He stated firmly.

"Oh yeah?" Emmett grinned deviously. "Why not?"

"My jejunum fell out." Harry stated very seriously. "It's a widely accepted medical condition, don't want to aggravate it."

Emmett let out a booming laugh. "Good thing you don't need it to play." Emmett's grin deepened. Harry sighed a deep sigh of resignment and plopped onto the gym floor to wait for class to start.

As class began in earnest, Emmett bounced impatiently on the balls of his feet. Coach droned endlessly on the proper, "safe" technique for Ultimate Frisbee. Emmett couldn't see the point, it's not like Gleeson had been blinded permanently the year previously. Hardly a flesh wound.

Emmett couldn't help but bubble with excitement every time Harry's face twitched, winced, or darkened. The more Coach Clapp explained of the sport the more Harry seemed to hate the idea of it. Emmett impatiently awaited the small ray of sunshine the day would bring.

"Let's get this over with." Harry mumbled when they were finally released into pairs to practice.

"No need to sound so despondent, dark circles. When was the last time you slept? Last year?"

"Sure." Harry agreed noncommittally. Harry stifled a yawn and took a stance opposite to Emmett. "Let's get this over with."

Emmett began to practice with Harry slowly to ease him into the sport. It didn't take long before Emmett was bored.

"Still can't believe you told Rose about your porn problem." He shook his head mockingly.

"That's not-" Emmett snickered and Harry's jaw tensed.

"Whoa, it's chill, man." Emmett placated with his hands. "No need to defend your activities to me."

"I don't even have a TV." Harry sighed.

"Internet porn, huh? Bold move."

"Oh for the love of Mer-," Whatever Harry was going to say was interrupted from a sharp whistle blast.

"Porter, Cullen!" Coach bellowed, "You better be taking this seriously!"

Emmett turned and sent Coach a confident smile, "Always."

"Right." Coach said distractedly. Emmett chuckled as the man moved on to the next pair.

"Show me what you've got." Emmett grinned wolfishly.

"I don't know if that's a good idea." Harry stated doubtfully.

"Geeze, man, I didn't mean your porn collection!" Emmett wrinkled his nose dramatically. "The frisbee!" He motioned to the plastic disc held awkwardly in Harry's hands.

"Piss off, will ya? You're bein' a real wanker." Emmett decided he liked grumpy Harry.

"If you say so, Porn Man." He waggled his eyebrows. He burst out laughing after Harry incorrectly chucked the frisbee in his general direction. He watched the cheap plastic fly harmlessly past. "It doesn't even go that way! Horizontal, bud."

"Don't care which way it's thrown as long as it hits you." Harry grumbled under his breath. Emmett blinked curiously as another frisbee, much closer to his face, whizzed by. He hadn't seen Harry pick it up or throw it. Damn, he still couldn't figure out how the kid did it.


Jasper carefully placed his canvas onto the rickety school easel. He'd always liked art classes. There weren't any limitations to how well he could perform as long as he did it slowly. The overpowering scent from the various different mediums and supplies also helped mask the ever-alluring smell of human blood. It was a win-win, if you asked him.

Jasper didn't think he'd ever fully be able to control his severe urges for human blood the way his siblings could. He continued to struggle with any and all forms of human blood, regardless of points of origin. He was even disgusted to admit a weakness to female endometrium secretions, despite the odor being different to normal human blood.

Admittedly the smell of death lingered amongst the blood and mucus tissues was helpful in being off putting. He supposed the presence of a dead, unfertilized egg brought a sense unease to vampires. While his kind could drink from the dead it was often wasted effort once clotting set in. It would help stave off hunger, but the congealed mass was difficult to process. Oftentimes whomever tried would need to expel the substance from their stomach. It was extremely unpleasant.

This was not to say he hadn't grown in his transition to the vegetarian lifestyle. He could go 5 days without animal blood comfortably, and 7 if need be. He could be present for tiny quantities of spilled blood, no more than a papercut or hangnail, without reverting to a primordial beast. It was a small amount of success, but definitively better than the alternative.

Unlike his siblings, Harry wasn't as subtle to Jasper. He was often extremely subtle, but he hadn't 100% gone undetected- yet. It was casually disturbing to Jasper's sense of self-awareness, however it never seemed to cause any sense of concern. Jasper knew he should feel at least some unease from the situation, but he honestly couldn't be bothered. Being able to completely control his vampiric faults in the human's presence was too enjoyable to focus on the glaringly bright red flags.

Jasper barely noticed Harry's slight frame slip quietly into the room. The awkward teenager casually slipped between other classmates with uncanny ease. He nearly stumbled upon reaching the table, but stopped short of falling by settling on haphazardly dropping into his seat.

"Hello, Harry." Jasper greeted cordially. "Very graceful." He teased.

"Not you too." Harry sighed dramatically. "Is this pick on Harry day?"

Rosalie and Emmett hadn't been exaggerating on Harry's appearance. The kid looked terrible. "I suppose not." Jasper drawled casually. "Everything alright?" He asked kindly.

"All left, maybe." Harry petulantly replied. Jasper frowned, something seemed off.

"People back home suck." Harry replied in a clipped tone.

"Them too, huh?" Emmett joked as he dropped his things on the desk behind them.

"Same." Emmett whispered barely loud enough for Jasper to hear. Jasper held back a smirk as Harry sighed and dropped his head in his arms.

Class began moments after and Harry didn't say much for the rest of class. It wasn't until the end of class Jasper realized. Harry hadn't had any readable emotions. Jasper almost wasn't even sure if Harry had been in class. He turned to mention this curiosity to Rosealie, but before he could put his thoughts into words he'd already forgotten what he was about to say.

What a strange day.


Harry sighed as he headed outside for the remainder of lunch. It was only Tuesday and his week was already shit. He didn't care much that it was pouring buckets from the sky, but he'd had about enough of Mandy and Peterson's bickering for one day. He was much more interested in spending what was left of his lunch period enjoying the comforting sound of rain as it fell from the sky. The dark, rolling clouds reflected his inner turmoil perfectly and he intended to follow up his abysmal day in the embrace of anything other than the pair of bumbling girls in the lunch hall.

He knew he couldn't spend too much time outside without needing a change of clothes after and quickly headed for his bright yellow jeep. Taking deep breaths along the way, he reinforced his shabby efforts towards mental barriers, hoping to gain control over his raging emotions. "The girls had noticed something was wrong!" He berated himself under his breath. "This is such a disaster." He mumbled sadly to himself. "I even messed this up."

He paused halfway to his jeep when he spotted Jasper and Emmett coming out of a different set of doors than he had. He watched in mild interest as the pair quickly walked towards a shiny, silver Volvo parked a few spaces away from where he himself was standing.

Emmett turned to face Jasper once the pair reached their destination, griping his brother's shoulders. "Alright, spill. What's up?" Emmett demanded. "You're too tense, people will notice."

"What makes you think something's wrong?" Jasper drawled in reply.

"Jasper.." Emmett sighed, "Give me some credit, will ya?" He lightly tapped his brother's chest with his fist. "What's happily lodged between your graceful cheeks?"

Jasper let out a long, grumpy sigh as he dragged a hand roughly through his hair. "I do not understand Harry." Harry blinked at the mention of his own name. What had he done now? "His facial expressions are carefully controlled and blank but his emotions are, for a lack of a better word, wrong. He radiates sadness, regret, grief, and self disgust when I'm not paying attention. However, the moment I try to focus on it, there's nothing. It's like his emotions vanish."

"Weird." Emmett replied eloquently. "Harsh mix of emotions when they're there."

"Yes, it is weird. Normally when this particular mix of emotions is present, something traumatic has happened. It's like someone died and he's pinning the blame on himself. But from what he's told us, or the better word is hasn't told us, Harry doesn't have any family or friends back home." Harry froze in shock, wondering in amazement at how Jasper knew what should have been hidden by his mediocre mental barriers. Harry's Occlumency skills wwas still pants, but after he learned Occlumency and Mindfulness could help him regulate his mood, nightmares and troubling thoughts, he was all in.

"I recommend we figure out what his problem is then. Maybe we should just ask?"

"And what do you suppose we do, Emmett?" Jasper drawled back. "Walk up to him and say 'Why, Harry, I know you're incredibly distraught today. How can I possibly know this? It's just a casual side effect of vampirism. Not a big deal though, I'm sure. Just your average dangerous monster and all. Great idea, Emmett.

"I mean, maybe we leave off the part where we're pair of vampires, yeah?" Emmett offered.

"Vampires?" Harry accidentally replied with a laugh as two pairs of yellow eyes swiveled quickly in his direction. "You can't possibly be vampires. In fact, Mike had a foul, garlicky sandwich for lunch and neither of you ran or avoided the premises what-so-ever. In fact, you walked right past us and boom, no reaction." He continued to shake his head in amusement.

"Harry, how did you…" Jasper trailed off.

"How'd I what?" The green eyed boy blinked in confusion.

Emmett's booming laughter filled the car park, cutting off Jasper's inquiry. "What are you talking about? Garlic?" He continued to guffaw. "Who in the world would be run off by garlic?"

"It keeps most vampires at bay. They hate the stuff." Harry chatted educationally. "Best way to ward against 'em if you're worried."

Emmett chuckled at Harry's straight face, "And next you're going to tell me that you take 'em down with a stake? This is great!"

"No really, garlic." Harry assured him in amusement. "And I'm sure a wooden stake would take down the one bloke same as any other, but I doubt that you'd take that seriously against vampires? They're not that unreasonable." Harry ignored the incredulous look Emmett and Jasper shot his way. "Anyway, You guys aren't vampires. You certainly don't look like vampires. Oh, and of course the lack of sharp teeth, yeah?" Harry commented, tapping a finger nail against his own teeth with a soft clicking noise. "Though if you were I think there's a thing for that, to make you less dangerous I mean. Then again, I'm sure there's a way to make you, supposing you are a vampire, survive off of just lettuce. Read about that once." Harry mused and nodded thoughtfully. "I don't exactly recommend it of course, lettuce is just ghastly."

Emmett continued to howl with laughter. "Harry, stop! You're too much!"

"Harry, what in the world are you talking about?" Jasper stared at Harry. "You've hit your head again, haven't you?" Jasper's lips turned down in a worried frown. "You're always hurting yourself or tripping over something. We should probably take you to see a doctor."

"Just don't ruin him, he's hilarious!" Emmett grinned conspiratorially. "Harry, you forgot the coffins and the graveyards."

"What?" Harry stared at him funny. "Don't be ridiculous. They sleep in beds. Nice comfy ones too." He shrugged. "Which is definitely a necessity. They're usually fairly nice blokes, as long as they get enough sleep. Uncomfortable beds would be a terrible call."

Emmett seemed to nearly die at Harry's last statement, his laughter echoing all around them. "Harry, you're too much! Been in a vampire's bed much then?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, completely unnoticed by Harry.

"Sure, once or twice. Sanguini's was pretty springy, creaked a bit." He chipped in. "Don't recommend bouncing too much, he doesn't like the noise. Great for sleeping though."

Jasper all but face palmed. "You really have that little self awareness with your word choice? Around this idiot?"

"What? What's wrong with my words? It's not like using one bed is really that different than another. Even if it does belong to someone else. After all, you have to sleep after adventures like the one I had just before passing out from extreme physical exertion. Some things just really take it out of you."

Emmett cackled. "Can you see his face?" He laughed, swinging an arm around Jasper's neck. He leaned heavily against his brother in need of support from laughing so hard.

"Emmett, this is hardly that funny." Jasper drawled.

"Sure it is. And he said all of that with a straight face! Even the vampire bits! Damn Harry, you have got to pull shit like this more often." Emmett's masculine voice rumbled thick with laughter.

"What are you on about then?" Harry looked at him, slight bewilderment swimming in his eyes. "I meant all of that you know. Not the strangest thing for a bloke to call out, don't you think?" His shimmering orbs flicked towards Jasper, curiosity bursting at the seems. "Though I must admit claiming to know what I'm feeling without talking to me is far stranger than lettuce ingesting vampires."

"No dice, Harry." Emmett readily interrupted. "Being in a vampire's bed is far stranger than that. Vampires don't sleep."

"Of course they do, don't be ridiculous. Were you even listening? One of those without sleep? Hard pass. They're extraordinarily cranky. You'd swear a snorkack crawled up their bums and died."

"You mean like this handsome fella?" Emmett sniggered as he ruffled Jasper's hair about.

"Emmett!" Jasper sighed, swatting at his brother's hand. "This is-"

"Serious, yes yes, we get it. It's always so serious. Why so serious?" He grinned deviously.

"You're an embarrassment." Jasper elbowed his brother. "Quit using ridiculous movie quotes."

"Yeah, Emmett, this is Risky Business." Harry deadpanned. "About reading emotions though…" Harry raised his eyebrows hopefully.

"You going to explain those emotions?" Emmett grinned maniacally.

"Err-" Harry shifted on his feet awkwardly.

"Seems were at a knowledge impasse then." Harry made a ridiculous face in Emmett's direction. "Oh, what do you know, that was the bell."

"Bell?" Harry blinked casually and glanced back at the school. "I didn't hear anything." Harry grinned slyly and looked back at Emmett. "Unless this is a 'vampire' thing." Harry asked in air quotes.

"Vampire?" Jasper mocked. "Who said anything about that?"

"Yeah, Harry, you clearly need to get your head checked." Emmett chimed in.

Harry exhaled in mock frustration. "I will figure this out." Harry warned.

"And we'll figure out all of your secrets." Emmett cackled.

Harry missed Jasper's keen gaze as he fidgeted and looked away. "Yup, definitely was the bell. Time to go!" Harry quickly shuffled back towards the school.


AN: Short chapter, I know. I also apparently lied when I said this would be completely in Harry's POV. This information casually wrote itself and it's saving me a decent amount of explanation on several questions people have asked. Still not going to explain the others tho.

Anyway, I've noticed a few new followers and felt kind of bad for not posting in literally forever. I have no idea where I want this story to go and how to connect everything I've already written for this story. I'm sure I had a purpose to this story once, but it's been almost a decade since I came up with the story idea in the first place and I can't remember what it was. And I mean that literally, it's been roughly 9 years. The story still entertains me tho so maybe I'll just keep writing it without a goal in mind? There's too much prewritten content to stop writing, I just have to semi logically stick it in there.

I also reeeeallly don't want to go back and edit last chapter to polish off the proper French grammar and Harry's lack there of. I literally stopped posting last time because I was convinced I should fix that before I continued the story. I mostly didn't fix it because I want Harry's and Asher's French to be terrible, but in a believable way. Thank you to everyone who offered, sorry I'm a potato. Maybe I'll fix it when I get around to the version of the story where I rewrite the whole thing and post it as a whole hot ass mess… Anyway, senseless rambling complete.

Any continuity errors will be fixed eventually. Enjoy for now.