AN: Yeah. Chapter two. Super quick. We worked our arses off. They wont always be this quick, we only realised it was 5:30am when we saw the sun coming up and we totally freaked out :D Please Review once your done :) no flames though...we bruise easily. We're working on chapter 3 naoo :D
Harry: Imprinted
Chapter Two
Luna Lovegood had taken the mighty fine liberty of making Harry's lunch on the first day of school. He made sure before he left that Luna's food was normal enough, not that Harry really minded. As long as you didn't ask what was in it, that is. But he felt guilty that he hadn't told Luna that at American schools, even the public ones, provided food for the students at lunch time.
'Though,' thought Harry as he looked down at the traditional Japanese bento lunch with home made rainbow cupcakes 'where did she have the ingredients to make this?'
Where indeed? Harry and Luna had been staying in a basic two person wizard tent, which may have had storage space for foodstuffs, a small shower and toilet, and a pair of bunk beds. There definately wasn't any space anywhere in their tent to prepare sashimi, onigiri, mysterious curry and a strange, layered omlette that Harry was instinctively cautious of, perhaps due to previous conversations with Luna concerning her beliefs on the proper preperation of eggs.
"Harry? Are you ready yet? The weather today is perfect for snorkacks, and I want to get ahead of schedule today, I wish to spend the afternoon warding the tent against American Nargles. They're a bit more feisty over here." The soft voice of Luna floated in through the tent flap.
Getting up from his bunk, the lower one, he proceeded to dust himself off and smooth his already neat clothes. Looking in the small mirror he and Luna kept for emergencies, such as first days of school, he figured he pulled off the whole 'average-teenager' look quite well. Perhaps he might be considered somewhat 'normal' in the new environment of Forks High School.
That thought died as soon as he stepped out of the tent.
In front of him was the vehicle that Luna was going to drop him off in, one that he loved like his own child but also despised at times like this.
The Volkswagen bus had been painted various patterns and colours over the time they had had it, starting off as a boring brown-ish colour and ending up now, like a rainbow had thrown up all over it, and Harry and Luna wouldn't have it any other way.
Actually, Luna wanted it many other ways, but those ways weren't happening anytime soon.
Glancing at the front seat, Luna was already sitting in the drivers seat shaking her head side from side, her hair up in Princess Leia buns and wearing reflector Aviator glasses Harry had found on the ground on his way to the laundromat earlier in the weekend.
The laundromat...
Jacob...
Harry sighed. He still didn't understand what that was all about, and he had tried really hard to understand, too. And, although he wouldn't admit it to anyone at the moment, Jacob was kind of ...exciting. And weird of course, but he easily got over that, having lived with Luna for over a month. There was just something there that made him want to look twice at the strange boy he had run into.
Shaking his head, Harry climbed into the passenger seat of the bus, smiling fondly at the various trinkets across the dashboard. Usually Harry was quite the modest person, but even he had to admit that he was the master at eating Kinder Eggs. He was like a bottomless hole when it came to the milky treats of happiness.
"Ready Harry?" Luna murmured as she reversed out of the camping area they'd had set up, towards the road, without even looking behind her. Some would think she did this due to experience with the track. No, she just wasn't a very cautious driver.
Harry, too nervous about his first day to worry about Luna's driving, replied with something to the effect of "Yes!" even though he couldn't recall exactly what he had said.
"And do you have all your books?" came the next question.
"All that I need, Luna." Was his despondent reply as he watched the forestry fly past. They'd be at the road soon.
"That's good Harry."
Turning onto the Road once they reached it, Luna started humming a tune, which seemed to Harry disturbingly like a funeral march. Widening his eyes, he decided to think about something other than school and his imminent rejection from the social groups of Forks High.
Teddy...
Cute baby Teddy...
And these are the thoughts that got Harry through the morning.
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Shaking slightly at the begining of his class, English, Harry sighed. All morning he had been getting curious stares from all directions, questions and offers to show him to class, rumors already flying about him, all of which weren't hindered by the multicolored bus he had arrived in.
Relaxing, Harry Potter realised two minutes into his English lesson that he had a slight problem, having not been to muggle school for six years (his first class having been Gym). He had no idea what was going on. However his problems were solved by sneaky Harry casting a simple illusion around him to give his fellow classmates the impression he was also making notes and paying attention to what the teacher had been talking about, when in reality he was reading a rather racy romance novel he had stolen from Hermione before he left.
BRRRRRRRRINGGGGG!
When the bell that signaled lunch hour rang, he realised just how hungry he was and followed the rest of the crowd towards the cafeteria. Ignoring the canteen entirely, he seated himself at the nearest empty table, pulling out his lunch and practically drooling, forgetting that he needed serious help with his muggle education.
Jacob, however, noticed Harry as soon as he came into the lunchroom. He decided to walk past him in the most obvious way he could manage without walking on top of Harry himself- assuring that he'd been seen.
Jacob had just passed Harry's table when, while glancing back, he saw his epic lunch laid out on the table and quickly raced back towards Harry's table to grab a seat.
"Wow, that's an awesome lunch!" he exclaimed. He spoke as if they were already intimate acquaintances, but even though Harry was starting to like this obscene and handsome character, it wasn't enough for him to accept a compliment right off the bat. So instead of starting a conversation, Harry mutely observed the taller of the two.
"Did your mother make it?" Jacob asked with vigor, taking a piece of what seemed to be raw fish, and proceeded to stuff it in his mouth.
"My mother's been dead for the last sixteen years," Harry replied, hiding his amusement behind a blank stare. It had become a favorite pastime of his to make people flounder after learning certain facts about the circumstances of his childhood.
"Oh... uh, your father then?" Jacob said, slightly awkward. He had to save this conversation, his future depended on it!
"He died trying to protect my mother and I from a serial killer who had been targeting us for months on end," Harry revealed, watching with morbid fascination as his comment seemed to create a desperate, slightly determined look on Jacob's face. It wasn't that he didn't care about his parents' death, he loved them both dearly, but after his experience with the resurrection stone he had come to terms with their demise, although his godfather's death was still a bit sore. Besides, Jacob looked kinda cute working himself up like this, a bit like a puppy.
"Well... it's nice fish anyway," Jacob said nervously. "I mean, not that your mother can't-couldn't make good fish... well, prepare good fish, she couldn't make the fish... well, not couldn't, I'm sure she can do anything she put her mind to. Could have, I mean..."
Harry laughed shortly at the boy's befuddlement, feeling satisfied with that round of Harry Teasing.
"No, a friend of mine made it. We live together, so she decided to make my lunch," Harry hadn't really thought too much about what he had said.
"A...girl?" He folded his arms and looked at Harry with an expression that clearly said 'explain'.
Harry laughed. Jacob didn't.
"She's just a friend," he persisted playfully.
"Prove it," was his curt response. Harry fell out of his flirtatious mood.
"Here?!" he whispered. "With all these people around?"
Jacob remained stolid. He wasn't going to budge until he had solid proof that no one was trying steal his Harry behind his back.
Despite the fact that Harry had not really thought too much on whether or not he liked Jacob like THAT he found himself strangely excited, and perhaps even liking that Jacob would request this of him. With these feelings, Harry leaned forward, his lips pouting in his most kissable way before-
BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIINNNGGGG!!
Harry quickly pecked Jake on the cheek before he dashed off to class, leaving Jacob with his eyes still closed and slowly registering Harry's departure.
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