Disclaimer: Well, considering I'm not richer than England royalty, I don't own Harry Potter. Or Twilight.
Story: The books happened. And then Harry decided to happen. So he did, living his life and traveling the world. Then Teddy comes into his care and he decides to settle down in Forks, somehow drawing attention even when he doesn't want it. Teddy is just exasperated and having his own fun.
Set after book 7, AU Epilogue and slightly altering the final battle.
Spoilers: Books 1-7 probably.
Warnings: ????
Pairings: Harry/Marcus, Bella/Carlisle, Alice/Jasper, Emmett/Rosalie, Esme/Charlie, Teddy/Leah, Sam/Jacob, Edward/Tanya…
A/n: I'm really sorry I couldn't reply to everyone. I really do appreciate all of your reviews and they all make me very happy and appreciated. I just wanted to hurry and put this out, so I only replied to those who had questions. Again, thank you all and I'll try harder to reply to everyone next time.

I'll also be keeping a blog now (h t t p : / / s a f e h a v e n - e r i . b l o g s p o t . c o m /), so I'll have fanfiction news there as well. And if anyone wants to know about original works I'm working on, I'll be putting stuff about that there as well. So…love you all and enjoy!

Stranger Happenings
Chapter Four: Watch You Breathe Your Storylines

"So…what exactly are you?" Bella asked outright, vaguely aware that she'd asked something similar to Edward not too long ago.

Harry laughed, "What makes you so sure I'm a 'something'?"

Bella shrugged, "Gut feeling? And why exactly are we underground your house? Not that it isn't…decorated nicely…for some reason. Harry, why is there an underground lair under your house?"

"I'm paranoid," was all he said, as if that answered everything.

They were in some kind of spacious lair, the floor an ivory marble that shined. The walls around them were a natural earth, carved smoothly, and white pillars that surrounded them on either side. There was a black leather couch set in the middle of the lair and large fireplaces roaring with strange green flames right behind the pillars, engraved into the earthy walls and set in the spaces between the pillars. There was a, and this she gaped at, glass (?) dining table set placed ten paces from the couch set.

"Shall we sit?" Harry gestured to the glass table and chairs.

She nodded dumbly, following his lead. She held in her gasp as she noticed the table and chairs weren't glass but ice, frost naturally covering it. But it wasn't cold…

"I'm not a vampire nor am I anything you would really think to know. Even among my own kind, I'm unique. Now I ask you, Bella, are vague answers enough for you?"

Bella bit her lip, but nodded. She was inquisitive by nature, but this was Harry and he'd done so much for her.

"I can do things…that would seem impossible to others," Harry said, grabbing her hand and folding his over hers. When he let go, there was a pretty white lily in her hand.

"You can do things," Bella said simply.

He nodded.

"I shouldn't…ask anything else. I understand. But how did you know about the Cullens?"

Harry sighed, "I'm the director of the hospital, Bella. I recognized what Carlisle was as soon as I saw him, and I confronted him. I got the full story and promised to look after you when they went away."

"Oh…I'm sorry for being such a burden –"

"Don't," Harry interrupted sharply. "I don't mind, and I never really had. You're a good girl, Bella, and you deserve much more than what Edward treated you. Now, time for some comfort."

He snapped his fingers and cartons of different flavored ice cream appeared, along with two bowls and spoons.

"Pig out, love. Let's just have ice cream tonight and worry about things tomorrow."

Bella enthusiastically took her bowl and began scooping various flavors into it, but she hesitated and looked at Harry. He raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

She blushed and shook her head. "Never mind."

He rolled his eyes, "Why don't I tell you stories about my life without the specifics? I can tell you things without revealing too much, but still tell you a lot about me and my life. How's that?"

"That would be brilliant," she beamed.

"You've been hanging around me too much. You're starting to sound like a Brit."

Bella laughed. "You're like…a brother, you know that?"

Harry snickered in return, "Like the brother you never wanted?"

She shook her head. "No…you're like the brother I would have liked to have had…"

Harry just ruffled her hair, but his face showed he was touched.

Harry sat down in the dining room, eating his meal. Usually, he cooked the first meal and then the elves replicated it. With Jacob, Bella, and Jessica in school, instead of Jacob and Jessica waiting on the patrons, Harry had the elves place the meals on every table, kept fresh and hot with charms and spells specifically to that effect. He placed an alarm near the front desk to alert him about new customers, so he himself was taking over Bella's job.

He wasn't all that surprised to find Marcus coming near him. He'd expected one of the vampires to come approach him soon.

"May I have this seat?" Marcus's smooth voice asked him and Harry took his time finishing his mouthful of food and then slowly looked up.

"Go on ahead. I don't bite," Harry smirked.

Marcus' usually apathetic face actually had his lips twitch upwards. "Thank you."

He sat down in front of Harry and Harry ignored him and continued to eat.

"It is curious to find someone such as yourself so knowledgeable of such things. You know of vampires?"

Harry grinned largely. "Of course."

"I'm curious to know how," Marcus tried to coerce him.

Harry's Cheshire grin returned. "But who doesn't know of vampires? Surely everyone does!"

Marcus blinked in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Come on, it's the 21st century. Everybody's got to know about vampires. They're pop culture! Have you seen the latest thing? True Blood is really popular, but I love Interview with a Vampire. It's very old school."

Harry kept his laughter in as he saw the bewildered look on the vampire's face.

Harry wiped his mouth and got up. Walking past Marcus, he patted the vampire's shoulder.

"Great to know you love vampires. We should go out and watch a vamp movie together. It'll be a date! Arrivederci!"

He left Marcus gaping behind him.

Going to his office in the inn, he set about making an "apology" letter to the Wizengamot. It ended up very half-assed and nonchalant, and sarcastic –though he'd doubt they'd catch the sarcasm. At least not right away.

Dear Assembly, etc, etc…

It is to my great consternation that I will not be able to come to the meeting of such an important bill. With my inevitable delays, I am unfortunately unable to attend and ask that you put off the meeting for another time.

So sorry, my dearly departed –er, living I mean –fellow Brits. I hope I may be soon available to be in service to such a wonderful community.

Lord Potter-Black
Lord Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff
Lord Gryffindor
Lord Slytherin

AKA ALL THE SAME PERSON

Harry sent it off and leaned back satisfied in his chair, waiting for the backlash. The meeting should have already started an hour ago and they were probably waiting on him…He'd already sent off a letter explaining to Lucius, early that morning, that he wasn't going to come that day. In fact, Harry had warned Lucius that, while assuring the elder Malfoy he would definitely vote on this bill, he was still out to piss off the British Wizarding World and would do so by postponing his arrival several times. And be a smarmy bastard while he was at it.

His cell phone rang and he lazily took it out to stare at the caller id. Seeing Bella's number from the cell phone he'd bought her, he answered it without a pause.

"Bella, what's wrong? It's lunchtime there, right?"

Her voice sounded oddly like she wanted to cry and that alarmed him, making him sit up straight in his chair.

"I-I know we've been talking about Edward and trying to get him out of my system, but I went to school today and it just all slammed into me. I can't control my feelings and I think I'm hyperventilating," she cried into the phone.

"Bella, breathe. Darling, I need you to breathe right now. Just steady your breathing. When you've done that, I want you to tell me what started this reaction."

He listened to her gain control of her breathing.

"Everything was fine. I was better about walking around school and not seeing everything as a reminder of him. But then…someone said something and it upset me."

"Who and what did they say?" Harry's voice turned slightly chilly.

"Lauren. She said that I was never good enough for Edward and that he was probably glad he'd gotten rid of such a plain, boring girl," she murmured reluctantly.

"I thought this Lauren was your friend…"

"She's more Jessica's friend. I don't think she ever liked me and only put up with me because of Jessica."

Harry sighed in aggravation. "You trust me, right Bella?"

"Of course."

"Even though you've just met me and barely know me?"

"Yes," she answered without hesitation.

"I'm going to head there right now, and I might act a little strange to you. But you have to go along with it and not question me, okay? And when it's all over, please explain to your Dad that I'm not some creepy child molester."

"…Okay. I trust you."

"See you soon," he muttered.

He hung up and quickly headed to his car. Speeding out, he made sure the elves were prepared to take on all of the duties. It wasn't long until he skidded into Forks High's parking lot, his engine roaring and his entrance drawing a lot of attention.

Getting out of his car, he made a beeline for the cafeteria and searched out Bella. She was near Jessica, who was trying to awkwardly talk to her for comfort and alternately glare at another girl. An Asian girl and some boy stood behind Bella, also glaring at the blonde, snobby-looking girl. A blond-haired boy was steadfastly and loyally standing next to Bella's other side, glaring even more fiercely than the others at the lone girl. He reminded Harry a lot of a golden retriever actually…

He sauntered over to the group, giving his best charming smile.

"Bella, sweetheart, you forgot your lunch. I was worried and wanted to drop it off," Harry let his British accent leak in heavily into his words. He held up the ornate and expensive bento box he'd gotten from his visit to Japan and handed it to the confused girl, who had awareness slipping into her eyes when she sort of realized what he was doing.

He gave her a half-hug, holding her close to him and kissing her forehead, his lips lingering longer than can be considered friendly.

"Sweetheart, you look pale. Are you okay?" Harry asked worriedly, still holding her close.

"I-I'm okay," Bella stammered.

Harry's eyes closed and he gave a huge smile. "That's good. Oh! Who's this?"

He gave a dazzling smile to the girl he deduced was Lauren, holding out his hand to accept hers. She was expecting a handshake, but Harry slightly bent over and kissed it, dazing her even more.

"That's, uh, Lauren. My, um, classmate…friend," Bella corrected when Lauren shot her a look.

Lauren gave Harry a simpering smile, widening her eyes and pouting her lips. "It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Potter. I've heard a lot about you."

"All good, I hope," Harry chuckled. He looked around thoughtfully. "What a charming school. Well, I have to go, sweetheart. I just wanted to make sure you ate the food I cooked for you. And remember, the box is yours as well."

Harry hugged Bella again, kissing her forehead and definitely holding his lips to her skin noticeably longer.

He left and hoped Charlie wasn't going to shoot him. He'd rather that was left to Carlisle and Edward to deal with.

Later, when he came back to pick up Bella and Jessica from school, he drove them back in comfortable almost silence.

"That was very risky what you did back there, Harry. But it worked," Jessica commented happily.

"It was a double-edged sword. Doing what I did, I was hoping on showing that Bella was very close to me and that I wouldn't accept any ill feelings towards her. At the same time, I wanted to appear friendly and like I was open to everyone, including Lauren, who I'd hope would see the opportunity that seemed open to her. If she at least acted nicer to Bella to get closer to me through Bella's closeness to me…well, that's solves our problems temporarily, doesn't it?"

"Lauren could've reacted negatively…She could've become even more jealous of me, of me having another seemingly perfect handsome guy. First Edward and now you? I think she would've gotten angry and upset even more than she was," Bella said quietly.

"But thankfully it went the way I hoped it did," Harry reassured her softly.

Harry parked in his usual spot near his house, wincing when he saw Charlie Swan waiting in his cruiser in front of his home.

"Oh…I can talk to my dad," Bella said, eyes widening when she caught sight of her father in his police cruiser.

"No, it's okay, Bella. You and Jessica go ahead and head to the inn and start working. Regular schedule up in the staff room in case you guys forget anything. I'll go talk to Charlie," Harry told them firmly.

When they did as he asked, he sighed and hesitantly approached the Chief of Police.

"Hey there, Chief," Harry greeted warmly.

"Can we talk inside, Mr. Potter?" Charlie softly asked immediately.

Taking a deep breath, Harry nodded sharply and led the way into his home.

In the warm and cozy atmosphere, he led Charlie to the living room where they sat down opposite each other.

"Anything to eat or drink, Sir?" Harry offered politely.

"No, thank you."

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, Chief Swan, what can I do for you?"

Charlie licked his lips nervously. "I don't blame you. For today, that is. I know what you did and understand why you did it…so thank you. Thank you for helping Bella so much. You've…helped her so much that I don't understand why. I'm grateful to you, Sir, but I don't how to repay you."

"No repayment needed," Harry answered calmly. "Carlisle asked me, before he left, to look after her. When I found her in the forest, I took great care to fulfill that promise, especially after meeting and getting to know your daughter. The promise was the foundation, your daughter sealed and cemented my care and help. I know Carlisle's son did quite the number on her, and I couldn't allow her to sink into a depression that I'm unsure if she could get over by herself. I wanted to help Bella, not just because of the promise, but because she deserves better. So I offered her a job and my own presence to help her, gave her a different purpose to center on and a new focus. I knew otherwise she'd be lost in a numb and yet painful haze, going through the motions in life like a zombie. And actually, in the time I've known her, she's become quite like a sister to me. I seem to be unable to not pick up strays and adopt them into my family, which is understandable since I'm an orphan."

"I see…thank you so much, Mr. Potter," Charlie smiled grimly at him.

"Just Harry, Chief Swan."

"Then I insist on the same. Are you going to Billy's cookout tomorrow? He talks about you quite a bit, so I'm surprised I haven't seen you before in one of his cookouts," Charlie's demeanor turned less serious.

Harry awkwardly shrugged, "Well, usually the cookouts involved watching games. I haven't really become a fan of any sports or a fan of a team, so I thought it would be a little weird for me to go down there and not know anything. And I wouldn't want to embarrass myself."

A strange gleam appeared in Charlie's eyes. "Not a fan yet, right?"

Harry hesitantly nodded.

"Take that, Billy! I have another one for the cause!"

Harry chuckled awkwardly in confusion and hesitancy.

"Well, I'm off work right now. I'll spend the rest of the night prepping you for tomorrow," Charlie declared determinedly.

And so Charlie spent the rest of the night, having hijacked Harry from work, and watching old games of his favorite team, the Patriots, and educating Harry on the rules of American football. By the end of it, the two were passed out on his couches (or floor in Charlie's case), beer cans around them and half-eaten pizza on the coffee table that wasn't there before, and bags of chips next to that.

Started 8/2/09 –Completed 8/11/09

Go Figure: Thank you. I love writing Harry this way. He's become really fun to write. The Malfoy family seems to be thankfully going over well with everyone, and I assure you that they will be explained on why they stuck to Harry. No beta, but I try very hard to look over my work, though there are times where I do miss something. And occasionally breaking grammar rules to make sentences a certain way, hence syntax, and to create a bigger impact in the form I write some sentences in. I also check with my spell check, but usually I have things fine unless it's a typo or something like that. I'm just very careful with my writing.