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: Hey, everyone! Long time no see! I want to thank everyone for their patience and support, which have really motivated me and made me happy. I know it's been a long time, but I am a college student and I do have a house and siblings to take care of full time, considering how much help my parents need (there's a lot of RL things going on, and most of it is not good…). I am under a lot of stress and I'm trying to get out really good, and hopefully long, chapters out. I can't make myself write also, and of all things, I endeavor and value well-written and quality work. I won't give you rushed or short chapters, because then it's not my best work and it's not the kind of chapters I publish. I give you quality chapters, so I please ask for patience. Thank you.

And my birthday was on the 2nd, two days ago, so expect a large dump of new chapters for my stories as a gift for my turning 19. Love you guys. Oh and a reviewer mentioned something about Aro/Caius, I'll see what I can do about that…

Stranger Happenings
Chapter Five: Sunglasses at Night

Game day was a success, if Harry thought so himself. In fact, it was a brilliant day.

With a flourish, he finished off the two letters he'd written, and had signed, sealed, and ready to be delivered.

"I'm yours, baby!" he sang loudly, tying up the letters to Hedwig's leg and effectively gaining the incredulous stares of both godsons who were just passing.

"Is he alright?" Scorpius whispered to Teddy.

Teddy shook his head. "Now is not the time to find out. Let's hightail it before we become his focus."

When Harry turned around, he felt a slight gust of wind and an empty spot where he could've sworn his godsons were just there a second ago. Glancing to his right, he saw them running comically away in a hysterical fashion.

"Huh. Well, Hedwig, time to go Italy, my love. Hurry back soon," he cooed to his owl, who hooted back fondly before flying off.

"How was game day yesterday with my Dad?" Bella asked in amusement, watching her boss flit around the kitchen in his house.

"Oh, it was just lovely. I even managed to drag dearest Marcus with me. Thank you, by the way, for your help in figuring out just which Volturi members we have at our disposal."

"Have at our disposal" didn't sound all that welcoming…

She didn't even know how she helped.

"Imagine that. The Volturi leaders themselves paying us a personal visit," the 'her' was implicitly left out for her benefit, even if she knew they were there for her and Harry had become bonus in the process. "I've sent their wives a letter each, you know. I don't think they know a thing about their husbands' presence here. I've invited the two here for a visit. I have a feeling fireworks are going to go off and not in a good way. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, after all. You're welcome to watch, my dear."

She blinked and wasn't sure whether to grimace or smirk. The smirk was definitely an influence from her boss.

"How'd you manage to get Marcus to come with you anyway?"

Harry sighed dramatically and gestured theatrically to the ceiling. "It went like this, you see…"

After getting into the fanatical spirit, he'd quickly ordered a signed Patriot jersey, flags, a helmet, and face paint to be delivered overnight. By the next morning, after waking up in a room filled with a pile of mess and with Charlie passed out near him on the floor, snoring heartily, Harry cheerily stretched and waited eagerly for his package.

The doorbell rang and he jumped up, quickly and inelegantly (soooo not like him) stumbling to the door and opening it to see a yawning UPS man.

"Hi!" Harry grinned at him.

Confused and a bit wary, the man, let's say his name is Jared, asked for a "Harry Potter?"

"Yep! That's me! Hand it over before I get my dog to bite you!" Harry said cheerily.

"Y-you don't have a dog, Harry…and stop harassing the poor guy," Charlie mumbled, stumbling over to them.

"I'll get a dog. And then he'll be sorry."

Jared looked ready to piss his pants.

"Man, you really are crazy," Charlie shook his head.

Jared just handed over the box and ran away, jumping into his UPS truck, slammed the door, and driving as fast as he could away.

"Hey, slow down or I'll give you a ticket!" Charlie hollered.

"Hangover?"

"Yep."

Giving him a "miracle cure", which was really an anti-hangover potion but Charlie didn't need to know that, Harry showed the man what he'd gotten after they'd both taken a shower.

"Fast-shipping," Charlie commented, taking the helmet and plopping it on his head and then taking a flag and waved it around enthusiastically. He was already dressed in his Patriots gear, his own jersey on.

Harry eagerly put on his jersey and started with the face paint.

"Ohh, I want to get my face painted too! We'll show in full support! We'd have to –it's us against the whole res. All of them –fans of the Chiefs. We'll be the only ones cheering our team, my friend."

Harry cackled evilly, "I'll convert Jacob easily."

After they were done, Harry had Charlie sit in the back of his Ferrari , as he went over to his inn and had things sorted out before he was to leave. Finding his final task before leaving, he kidnapped Marcus from his brothers in the dining room.

"I'm pretty sure he's a human, with blood pumping and the delicious smell and all….so how did he move so fast that we couldn't even see him kidnap our brother and speed away?" Caius asked deadpanned.

"I…have no idea, Caius."

Meanwhile, stoic face and all, Marcus was suddenly inside an unfamiliar car, next to a human, and the bane of his current problems.

"Where am I?"

"So! I was wondering if you wanted to come with Charlie and myself to the reservation to watch the game?" Harry asked without pause, already driving to the reservation.

"You ask him now?" Charlie asked in exasperation.

"Good, good. Great that you agreed on coming. Your support is needed. Charlie, put on the paint!" Harry went on as if Marcus had said something and had agreed to come with them.

Charlie and Marcus both raised up their eyebrows.

"He didn't say okay," Charlie pointed out.

"We're almost there! Face paint, Charlie! Quickly! Patriot pride and all!"

Charlie sighed and Marcus twitched.

"How'd you get here anyway?" Charlie asked Marcus, starting to paint the vampire's face, who reluctantly allowed him to with a blank face. Besides, Marcus had a feeling Harry would be more than happy to do it, and do it in the most embarrassing, painful, or something crazy fashion.

"I was kidnapped," Marcus answered blandly.

Charlie paused and then shook himself.

"Riiiight."

They both knew it was a Harry situation and chose not to question it.

After finishing, Charlie glanced at the speedometer casually and then did a double take, his eyes bulging.

"Harry, slow your ass down now! I'll have to give you a ticket!"

"You're off duty," Harry stated matter-of-factly. "And show some Patriot pride! We have to get there as fast as we can to combat the hate!"

Charlie was actually torn about that. Deciding to go with the Harry decision, he resigned himself and conceded.

"Mwahaha!"

"Maybe I've made you a little too fanatical," Charlie muttered.

And so they made it to the reservation, in full Patriot fan regalia, and the three of them against the whole reservation. Well, two of them plus one. Marcus just stood close to them, with a stoic face painted in Patriot colors, and in his expensive Italian suit. It was an odd sight.

And because the treaty didn't involve him, nor did they wanted to out Marcus to Harry or Charlie who shouldn't know about vampires (poor Charlie who'd taken a shine to Marcus and they had no idea that Harry already knew all about Marcus), they kept quiet and let Marcus on the land and into the party to watch the game and cheer with Harry and Charlie. Well, as much cheering as the vampire allowed.

"And that was how everything happened yesterday."

Bella had gone from giggling to the beginning of the story to outright laughing.

"Do I want to know what's going on?" Jessica asked, entering into the kitchen with her waitress outfit still on and Mike trailing behind her. "And Harry, these waitressing outfits look way too expensive. Have we suddenly moved to Europe or something?"

"Fashion, my love, fashion!" Harry dramatically threw out his hands.

"So weird," Bella muttered playfully.

He mockingly glared at her, and then started moving around his kitchen, preparing to cook lunch.

"You are a pornstar! That's why you're my favorite person!" Harry sang, cracking eggs into a bowl.

"…Isn't it 'You are a shooting star! That's why you're my favorite person!'" Jessica asked in bewilderment.

"No, no! You have it all wrong. The song goes like 'You are a pornstar! That's why you're my favorite person!'" he insisted.

Jessica and Mike looked to Bella, who shrugged. "It's Harry. Get used to it."

"Welcome to the family!" Harry declared, throwing his hands out again, this time in a welcome gesture.

"So Harry…Mike wanted to know if there were any more job openings?" Jessica asked.

Harry blinked, "Are you recruiting for me now?"

Jessica paused, "…Um…huh?"

"Recruiting."

"Uh…no…"

At his look, she shrugged, "I don't know?"

Harry clapped his hands, "Excellent! The more the merrier! Mike, do you want to be hired?"

The blond cleared his throat nervously. "Uh, yes. I'm not very keen on working at the family store, so I was thinking I could work here. And I wanted to be…" Mike glanced at Bella and didn't continue. The two girls nodded, waiting for him to continue, but Harry glanced between Mike and Bella before cackling lowly.

"Take that, Charlie! I told you I'd get a dog! I have a loyal golden receiver!" Harry cheered, grabbing a hold of Mike and dragging him away. "You're going to be a bartender, dear Michael!"

"J-just Mike, sir. And I'm not old enough to drink, so I'm not sure I can really be a bartender…"

"Nonsense! You'll be bartending at the non-alcoholic bar. And when you're older, I'll teach you how to bartend actual alcoholic beverages."

"Okay. Sir –"

"Harry."

"…Harry, why do you have a separate bar for non-alcoholic beverages?"

"I thought the kids would feel cool and older if they could hang around a bar themselves, even if they can't drink alcohol."

"Right. Why did you hire me so quickly?"

Harry snickered, "Man, you have a lot of questions. You would think you wouldn't question it and just be happy. Anyway, you're a good kid, friends with Bella and Jessica, and you like Bella."

Mike stuttered to a stop, staring at him. "W-what?!"

Harry rolled his eyes, "You were glancing at her moments ago, and you were going to say that you wanted to be nearer to her. Besides, you look like a love-sick puppy."

The blond turned a shade of red they both thought only Bella would be capable of achieving. They thought wrong with proof right there.

"She doesn't like me like that though," Mike said sullenly.

"I would say perseverance would be perfect, but in this instance, good luck. She really doesn't like you like that and I'm pretty sure she won't begin growing feelings for you either. I don't think you're her type."

"The harsh truth and the blunt manner it was said," Mike twitched. "You are one hell of an employer." He cracked a small grin at that.

Harry echoed his grin, ruffling Mike's hair. "Thanks. Now, why would your crush be a factor in why you were hired? Because Bella is still a little fragile and needs all the help and support from her friends. Your crush, as harsh as it sounds, makes you perfect to cater to her and make her feel better. And you're not overly pushy about it."

"I still try to get her to go out with me," the teenager mumbled.

"But you don't force yourself on her. And all guys persistently try again and again. If we really like a girl, we can't help it. My dad was like that. For all 7 years in the boarding school he went to, he stubbornly tried to ask out just one girl again and again."

"Did he finally get the girl?" Mike raised his eyebrows.

"Oh yeah. Married her and had me. But he had to change from being a jerk and being more considerate of others before she finally decided to give him a chance. He was quite irresponsible and occasionally a bully before then. She rather tamed him down, made him a better man once they got together."

"Okay, so make her feel wanted but don't overdo it. I think I've been doing that…"

"Think perverted thoughts about her?"

Mike choked on his own breath, tripping over his own feet and landing in a heap in front of Harry. He gaped at the still grinning man.

"Whaaat?!"

Harry snickered, "It's another guy thing. Actually, it's a people thing. People like to have sex. People like thinking about sex. It's only natural to fantasize. Just don't overdo it so that it's all you think about or that you turn out to be a creep or a pervert. Respect women and all."

"R-right. I got that," Mike's face was back to the Bella red.

"And if you try reenacting those fantasies on Bella without her permission, or try to force yourself on anyone, especially Bella, I'll personally spank your ass and then beat the hell out of you," and he was still being cheery.

Mike nodded shakily, face doing a 180 and turning pale.

"Now on to show you how to bartend! Ready, my loyal retriever?"

Mike sighed, "I knew I was the dog you were talking about."

"…?"

"My parents made the same comment and teased me about being a loyal retriever to Bella."

Harry started guffawing.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Harry…more wary.

At least, that was what Marcus kept saying.

It just that he wasn't used to the way Harry treated him or talked to him. It was unnerving and even more so because he sort of liked it. And the fact he was attracted to him was just a little more than strange, considering he'd loved and mourned Didyme for centuries.

"So…just daydreaming or thinking, Mr. Volturi?" the hostess greeted him, breaking him out of his thoughts. This one, he'd noticed, had picked up quite a bit of quirks from her employer.

He glanced at her stoically, "Thinking. May I help you?"

"I would like to speak to you and your brothers."

"Now why would you need to do that?" Marcus simply raised an elegant eyebrow.

She smiled sadly, "My name is Bella Swan and I think you've been looking for me."

Marcus froze and then grabbed her hand, forcing himself to go at human speed as he dragged her towards his room. Nearer, he hissed out to his brothers in their rooms next to his that he had the girl they were supposed to be looking for before they'd been sidetracked by the inn and its proprietor.

Both of his brothers appeared in front of his door, entering after him, closing in after Bella. They could hear her heart speeding up and the blood pumping faster through her veins. She was worried.

Aro and Caius sat on chairs while he sat her on his bed, choosing to stand up himself.

"You are Bella Swan, my dear? And you know of us and that we are looking for you," Aro started it off.

She nodded her head nervously.

"Explain," Caius demanded.

So Bella began explaining how she moved to Fork, met Edward, met the rest of the Cullens. What happened from there to when Edward left her.

"I see. We were expecting to still see the Cullens here, and confront them about this situation. We had no idea they'd already left. And left you in danger, it seems," Marcus explained their presence.

"What do you mean?" Bella asked in confusion.

"There are more vampires around. We don't recognize them," Caius said with a frown.

Hesitantly, Bella spoke, "I think one of them is at least Victoria."

"And the other may be the Laurent you spoke of," Aro suggested.

"But he's supposed to be with the Denali's in Alaska, with his new mate Irina and trying out the vegetarian diet."

Caius smirked in ill humor, "It is hard to make the change. He is most likely cheating on his diet and probably met up with Victoria again. She may have pulled a favor from him, and he may even be back to drinking human blood."

Bella sighed, surprisingly easily agreeing with the caustic brother. "You're probably right. Besides, I am a danger magnet, so who knows with my luck."

"You aren't all that worried that Victoria might be after you," Aro noted, tilting his head and examining her.

She shrugged, "I feel safe with Harry."

"Yes, about him. Were you the one who informed him about us?" Caius narrowed his eyes, gaining a terrible scowl.

She shook her head, "No. He knew beforehand. I don't know how. It's just a Harry thing. You get used to it. I have no idea how he knows the things he does."

Marcus twitched.

Both brothers held in their laughter at their brother.

"You know then, our law?" Aro returned to the topic, becoming completely serious.

Bella became nervous again, "Yes. Turn or be killed."

All three nodded and stared intensely.

Bella steeled herself, rubbing her temples in aggravation.

"Look, I've been wanting to be turned. I had wanted to be with Edward forever. I agree to be turned, but can I have some time? My father is human and he just got me back. I want to graduate high school first too. After, I can come up with a good excuse so my father doesn't panic or worry about me."

Both of Aro's eyebrows raised in surprise, "You are negotiating with us."

"No. I'm demanding at least that."

Caius stifled a snicker, muttering under his breath so that his brothers were the only ones to hear. "Interesting."

"Alright, we'll work something out. We will have to check with Harry though, about his knowledge," Aro conceded, surprising the other two vampires.

"Good luck on that," she snorted, standing up. "I have a feeling that, even for vampires, he'll probably give you the run around and give you the worse headaches in your entire lives."

"We're vampires. We don't get headaches," Caius said dryly.

"Exactly," she said just as dryly, which they didn't think was possible.

She left them behind wondering if they should dread their confrontation with Harry. Marcus, however, wasn't wondering. He really was dreading it.

Something about the man just really made Marcus high-strung.

"Marcus!" Harry glomped his favorite vampire.

Marcus, again with the however, was not as composed as he usually was. Because it was Harry. And therefore, Marcus toppled over with the human male comfortingly holding on.

"Harry, please don't assault the guests," Bella sniggered.

"I am not assaulting the guests. I'm assaulting Marcus."

The surrounding people sweatdropped.

"It's…been a long time, Harry," a soft voice cut into the excitement.

Harry's head snapped up from his spot on top of Marcus, staring at a long time friend with additions. Slowly getting up, his eyes had cooled and his face turned blank as he stood up and warily watched his one time friend Hermione Weasley.

"Hermione," he greeted stiffly, surprising everyone with his tone and the sudden change in demeanor. Only Bella wasn't as surprised to see this side of him, but wasn't sure why he was acting this way.

He glanced at the two little ones by Hermione's side.

"This is Hugo and Rose," he could visibly see the tears spring up into her eyes. "Kids…this is –this is your Uncle Harry."

She pushed them towards him and they hesitantly walked closer. He swallowed his pride and smiled widely at the two, kneeling and opening his arms.

"Heya, kids! Come to Uncle Harry! I don't bite. Much," the two innocently and eagerly ran into his arms, much more open and excited to be near their honorary Uncle now with him looking much more friendly.

Standing up steadily with the two clinging to him as he held them, he smiled though his eyes were a bit still chilly towards his ex-best friend.

"Hermione, why don't we talk in my house?"

She nodded and followed after him. He stopped and turned towards the group he was leaving.

"Bella, I'll trust you'll have things covered here. Jessica, Jacob, your tables. Mike, your first time bartending. Do a good job. I'll have to reschedule our tête-à-tête at a later time, Marcus," Harry said in rapid succession, only a barely hint of his usual joking manner in the end.

The humans scurried to do their jobs, as Harry and his mysterious friend and kids walked out, leaving Marcus to frown at their backs from his spot on the floor. His brothers waited for him to get up, but he was still distracted and a little upset (not that he would ever admit it) that he was left there while Harry ran off with some woman. Especially since that woman seemed to be someone Harry had a history with.

There wasn't a hint of jealousy. At all.

And while they were there, Harry walked with the unexpected group to his home, chattering with the excitable children while Hermione quietly walked beside them. Inside his home, he smiled at the kids.

"Hugo, Rose, I have my godsons upstairs. Scorpius is the same age as you while Teddy is a year older. Just go hollerin' up like a pair of lunatics, and they'll find you."

Following his advice the two kids started screaming and yelling as they headed up to look for the other two kids, while Harry's face blanked out again and he turned to face Hermione.

"This is a surprise. I'm not quite sure it's a pleasant one."

Hermione winced, "I know. I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go."

Harry sighed and grabbed onto her gently, leading her to a seat in front of a roaring fire.

"What's wrong, Hermione? What's going on? And why are you here? With both of your kids, no less."

Hermione burst into tears, bawling into his shirt as she clutched onto his arms.

"I'm so sorry, Harry. I should've stayed by your side."

"We'll talk about that later, Hermione. Right now, I want you to tell me why you're here and why with the kids. In fact, are those bruises on your arm?" Harry's blood started to boil, and he could hear the hissing of metal and glass melting so he turned away sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose as he counted to ten and took deep breaths to calm down.

His eyes always acted up whenever he was beyond angry.

"My glasses are useless right now, so I'm going to take them off. I'm going to throw them to the side, and I'm going to close my eyes so I can talk to you. Please, for both our sakes, look up while we're talking," Harry said in forced calm.

"You don't have any spares?" Hermione asked tenderly.

"In my room. I'd get it myself right now, but even with my instincts I don't want to chance it with all four kids up there. I'll just wait for Teddy to come down and I'll ask him to grab it."

Hermione nodded affectionately, "Your instincts always were the best…" she sighed and then started to talk. "You know Ron's got a bit of a temper." At Harry's glare, she winced, knowing it was directed at his ex-friend and her…husband. "Being with him, I felt like losing sense of myself. I became less ambitious, motivated in life, and more meek and submissive. Ron started to make all the decisions, and he grew a big head around it. I felt like I was growing smaller and he was becoming more and more domineering. He's never actually hit me, but I'm afraid it might head down that road. And then I'm afraid he might go from me to our kids."

"Those bruises?" Harry asked, eyes still close and a hand lightly touching one arm right where it was severely bruised.

"H-he was angry at me," she hesitantly began. "He found out I'd managed to make you godfather of the kids. I didn't think he'd find out, and he hadn't until now. He was holding onto my arms and was shaking me while he yelled in my face. I managed to stun him and grab the kids."

Harry nodded, "How did you find me?"

"You…you gave me a portkey after the war. Before you left. You said if I ever needed you, that the portkey was keyed to your magical aura and it would send me right to you. I used it tonight to get away from Ron. I-I was hoping I could stay here. With you. I-I j-just need to get away and I promise I won't burden you for long –"

He pulled her close and hugged her tight. "Don't even think about it. You and the kids are staying here. I'll take care of all three of you. I promise."

Harry always did have a soft spot for Hermione.

She sniffled, "Thank you so much. I don't know what I could have done. And I know I don't deserve this, or your forgiveness."

"Shh, now. I'll always forgive you. You have always been in my life and have stuck it with me. I managed to be fine through the years that you were missing in my life, but now that you are here it'll be better."

"That's just it! I don't understand. Even the Malfoys stood by your side after the war, while I-I just stood quietly behind Ron. I should've been by your side, supporting you!" she said bitterly.

"It's okay, I swear. I'm just happy to have you back," he murmured.

And he was. Hermione had been the best friend he'd always wanted and needed. More so than Ron had ever been. And he'd been angry to see what being with Ron had done to her, when he'd come back to grab Teddy from the estranged couple. She'd been made too quiet and too meek. It hadn't been like his Hermione at all.

"…Papa?"

"Teddy, good. You remember your Aunt Hermione, right? Listen, before you greet her, I need you to grab my spare glasses. I had a little accident with my new ones."

"But weren't they spelled –"

"I know, Teddy. It was my fault. Please. Grab my spare."

"Okay…"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief once he had his sunglasses on, though these obscured his eyes completely.

"Do you guys want to go back to the inn and I'll introduce you to the others?"

Hugo and Rose squealed, already dragging Scorpius and Teddy in that direction, with both boys digging their heels into the floor and screaming about baby tyrants…never mind that Scorpius was the same age and Teddy wasn't all that older.

Harry chuckled and offered his arm to an equally giggling Hermione.

"Shall we?"

"We shall."

At the inn, visitors and patrons all stared and whispered, wondering who the woman on Harry's arm was. Unfortunately, Harry didn't stop and chat with anyone, heading straight to Bella.

"Hey, Bells. Closing time. You can close up here and head to the staff room. I'd like you and the others to meet a friend of mine."

Bella nodded, smiling at the nickname Harry had probably unconsciously picked up from Charlie, and followed him there. Jacob, Mike and Jessica were already set in their pajamas. Strangely enough, Aro, Caius, and Marcus were also there.

"Late night, thought we could bum a place," Bella commented, smirking.

Harry rolled his eyes at the smirking teens. "See, Hermione? I've taken four American teenagers and corrupted them into proper Brits."

"Har, har, Harry," Mike snarked.

Hermione giggled at their interactions, though she was the only one to notice Marcus scowling expressively at her.

"Okay –wait, a second. What are my favorite Italians doing here?" Harry blinked, doing a double-take as he finally noticed the three vampires in the room.

"We'd like to speak to you," Aro said first, never mind that that didn't explain why he was in the staff room. Marcus was still glaring at Hermione and Caius was glancing back and forth in confusion, at Aro, Marcus, and the rest of the room.

Poor guy. Though Harry was confused about Marcus as well, now that he noticed the vampire's determination to light Harry's friend on fire with just his eyes. And with how red they were, it might just happen…

"Anyways, this, everyone, is my dearest best friend Hermione. We met some years ago in the boarding school we went to and were best friends since our first year there. She'll be staying with me with her two children, Hugo and Rose. Treat them kindly and respectively, please."

Harry then pushed forward and held out his arms in a wide sideways 'v', in a presenting manner.

"Wala! Hermione Granger!" she didn't protest, happy actually, at the reverting to her maiden name, but she did bonk Harry's head.

"Merlin! You are even more obnoxious than I remember!" she laughed.

Harry pouted, looking like a kicked puppy. He started whimpering like one too, giving her the puppy eyes.

She twitched and sighed. When he nudged her shoulder like a dog, she snorted and pet his hair, making Harry grin and stop whimpering.

"Yep, even worse than before."

Harry pumped his hand into the air.

"Off to bed, everyone! Big plans! Big days! Time to take over the world, after all! Starting with Forks!"

And he marched out of the room, with Hermione gracefully following and the kids imitating his march in an exaggerated manner.

They couldn't go to sleep. It was the weekend anyway, so they could stay up. Taking space in the empty dining room and using a table all to themselves, the group chattered nonstop about everything. The mysterious but gorgeous Italians were up too, though only Bella knew it was mostly because they were vampires and didn't sleep, and they'd decided to join the group of humans, quietly listening to them.

They were surprised when Harry trailed into the dining, yawning periodically.

"Oh, you're all up?"

"Yep. Hey, Harry. What are you doing up?" Jacob wrapped his hands around his mug of hot cocoa more.

Harry shrugged, "Couldn't sleep. Long day, a lot of surprises and stuff."

He plopped down next to Marcus, stealing the vampire's drink (used as a prop for the vampire, of course) and taking a swig out of it.

"Friend, huh?" Mike asked casually.

Harry grimaced, "Yeah. Rift there for awhile. Mostly to do with her husband. He used to be one of my best friends too. Now if you ever meet him, that shit deserves to be shitted on. If you ever see a rude, obnoxious –and I mean jerk obnoxious, not my kind of obnoxious –red-haired arsehole walking around here or in town, you tell me. And you'll definitely know him. He has really bright red hair and lots of freckles. Blue eyes, if you need that description too."

No one commented on his bitter and slightly angry tone.

Bella got up quickly, thinking to get more drinks for everyone, when she had a rare klutz moment, tripping over Harry and sending them both to the floor, chair and both of them sprawled on the ground. She'd even accidently knocked his glasses off.

She cursed under her breath, "I'm so sorry, Harry! I thought I was getting over those klutz moments, especially since you were helping me!"

Harry was strangely breathing in deep breaths.

"It's fine, Bella. Is my sunglasses nearby?"

She looked for them and winced. They'd broken in half.

"I'm sorry…they're broken in half, Harry."

Harry grew unnervingly still underneath. Swallowing nervously, she got up and helped him up, righting the chair and helping Harry onto it. For some reason, he still hadn't opened his eyes.

"I'm going to keep my eyes closed and I'd like everyone to look away. Up preferably," he muttered peculiarly. "And don't ask why, please."

"Hey, it's cool, Harry. I mean, it's nighttime. You don't need sunglasses at night, right?" Mike asked. Jessica elbowed him harshly, whispering about Harry's eye condition.

"Oh, but since you don't have them on, can we see what color your eyes are?" Jessica asked after, turning her focus from Mike to Harry.

Harry clenched his jaw a few times, but tilted his head up and opened his eyes. Since he was gazing at the ceiling, they could only see the surface of his eyes from the bottom. They were a brilliant emerald green and if they tilted their heads a little, they could see his eyes were shaped like almonds.

"You have such nice eyes, Harry," Bella commented, abnormally drawn to them like she had been to Edward's sparkling skin. She hadn't even noticed she was leaning forward and lightly touching her fingers at near his eyes until he'd jerked his face away and closed his eyes, roughly moving away from the table.

"Like I said earlier, big days coming up," he muttered, quickly and accurately walking away with his eyes closed. "Goodnight, everyone."

He left everyone wondering about the strange encounter.

Started 11/30/09 –Completed 12/1/09

A/n: So, I changed Hugo and Rose's birth years to 1999, just like with Scorpius.

Now I have a question. After this and "Devil in a Sweet Kiss" or close to (unless I suddenly have a mass request for it now...), how many of you would be interested in a Bella/Volturi story I have in mind? The summary goes like this:

Stairway to Heaven: After Edward leaves Bella, she's lost. Hanging only by a thread of hope in the form of the Volturi, she heads to Volterra, Italy with her death (and maybe her rebirth) in mind. There, three brothers will start to compete for her heart. AU of New Moon. Pairings: Aro/Bella, Marcus/Bella, Caius/Bella, Demetri/Athenodora, Felix/Heidi, Charlie/Sulpicia

Thank for your opinions and looking forward t hearing from you all.