I own nothing from twilight or harry potter, quite unfortunately.

Chapter 6

"Harry, Harry!" I could have sworn I had mental whiplash from how quickly I was torn from my thoughts by the voice calling me. I looked up from my oh so evil American history textbook and met Neville's gaze, grinning sheepishly.

"Sorry, lost in thought." I told him apologetically, gladly shutting my history textbook and laying it as far as humanly possible away from me, leaving it to hover the far corner of the desk, waiting for some innocent passer by to assault it. Privately I was hoping said passer by would hate history as much as myself and step on said textbook of doom.

"What were you thinking about?" Neville asked curiously, pulling me from my thoughts of revenge against the boring piece of literature hovering on the corner of the desk.

"I was just thinking about what it'd be like to be a ninja." I told Neville innocently, smothering a grin at his incredulous expression. I wasn't about to tell him where my thoughts really lay. I doubted my straight best mate Neville really wanted to hear that I was thinking about a dream I'd had the night before about a sexual situation between myself and another man. Though it'd be interesting to see his reaction.

"Well.. so long as its nothing bad." Neville said, eying me in an almost wary fashion. "Have you by chance been spending large amount of time with Luna or her father?" Neville asked carefully. I tilted my head thoughtfully.

"No, but I did spend all weekend with Sirius as my company – Remus was ill." I explained. Being turned into a large man eating wolf counted as an illness, right? – maybe not in everyone's book, but in mine it counted for a few sick days atleast.

"Ah. That explains it then." Neville nodded to himself as he sat down in the chair across from me.

"Come to join me in the torture of learning American history?" I asked him brightly.

"No, come to to be tortured with the learning of Geometry."

"Ah, a formidable foe." I said dramatically. Neville gave me a long look over the table before shaking his head.

"That's it, no more spending time with Sirius without Remus' supervision." He declared.

"Ruin my fun why don't you." I pouted. Neville rolled his eyes, grinning as he turned his attention to his book.

"Thank you, I will." He stated. "What are you studying?" he asked.

"History." I grumpily informed him. "I hate history."

"You know what they say 'he who doesn't –"

"'- learn history is doomed to repeat it' I know." I slouched in my chair, looking accusingly at the book. "but I highly doubt I'm about to run off and start a war, which seems to be a major part of this book."

"I don't know Harry. I never know with you. Especially since you moved in with Sirius – remember when we were six and he waged war on vegetables and Remus came home to find a suspicious lack of vegetables and a madly cackling Sirius."

"Yeah, I can recall that's about the time when Remus stopped letting Sirius have sugar with his cereal and less soft drinks." I said thoughtfully. "boy did he ever pout."

"Yeah, never thought I'd see a grown man pout."

"He was twenty six at the time – the only male adult at that time that could follow a logical train of thought was Remus." I said dryly, matching Neville's grin. "then again Sirius still pouts and hates vegetables, so I guess nothings really changed except countries and the foods Remus tries to hide vegetables in."

"Right, I need to pass geometry or my mum will have my hide."

At lunch I found myself in an odd situation. I'd gotten used to eating lunch with Alice – well not eating per se as spending lunch with Alice – I myself am not really a huge fan of American foods I've discovered. At home Remus had no problem whipping up a few English meals, so I tended to only eat at home – and if Remus couldn't cook, I knew how to make a few splendid meals taught to me by Mrs. Weasley – I also make a mean peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I was saved the decision when Alice came and sat down with myself and Neville at the table.

"Hi!" was her perky greeting.

"Hey." I greeted half halfheartedly as I poked my pizza with slight distaste. I knew pizza of course, but still eating at lunch – didn't do it back home, don't like doing it here.

"I'm Alice!" Alice introduced herself. "I don't think we've met." She greeted.

"I'm Neville Longbottom." Neville introduced himself. Harry noted that Neville tensed, obviously waiting for some kind of hit at his last name, or his first name.

"Nice to meet you." Alice said brightly. "what are you boys studying?"

"Geometry." Neville replied dully.

"History." I said with loathing. Alice frowned slightly before smiling,

"Not a fan?"

"If there was 'delete history' button for the world –I'd click it."

"Maybe you should ask Jasper for help."

"Why Jasper?"

"History is his best subject. I'm sure he won't mind helping you."

"Ah, I don't want to bother him."

"I'll ask for you." she didn't give me time to refuse before practically skipping towards her family, leaving us two confused and bemused British boys in her wake.

I looked at Neville who shrugged, just as bemused as myself. Taking a look at my time table I nearly groaned – history right after lunch! Could this day get worse – apparently not but tomorrow would be a lot worse. If I'd know, I'm not sure if I'd have gotten out of bed that morning or not.

~~~~ third person point of view ~~~

Poor Harry, Edward heard Alice thoughts in his mind. He glanced at the black haired girl inquiringly. 'He's been cornered by Jessica. Stop Jasper before he kills her okay?' Edward nodded, glancing at Jasper who's eyes darkened in anger. One of his hands repeatedly opened and closed, his gaze fixed on Jessica and Harry.

"So Harry, do you have a girlfriend back home then?" Harry turned turned attention to Jessica, who had spoken to him.

"Hm, oh no." Harry shook his head. Edward watched as Jessica slid a bit closer, her chin propped up on the open palm of her left hand.

"Really? Is there a girl you like here?" she batted her eye lashes at him. Edward heard Jasper growl quietly from his side and reached out, his hand squeezing his brother and friends arm restrained.

"no, not particularly." Harry answered with a slight shrug, a habit Edward had found out the young English man had picked up from his godfather. Edward head was suddenly filled with images of Harry and a few people, different intimate scenes that never seemed to go to far. Edward was particularly glad about that, who knew what Jasper might do if Harry's relationships had included sex. Vampires were fairly possessive and the very idea might just send Jasper over the edge.

Edward concentrated on the images, hiding his surprise as he realized that the images were not of just girls, but instead included men as well. Edward was even more surprised when there was more of men than women.

Edward had to physically restrain Jasper as Jessica laid her hand on Harry's arm, causing the English boy to gently grip her wrist and remove the hand touching him, setting it back on the desk, away from him. he moved his seat back over and gave the girl an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested." He said.

"But –" Jessica moved closer again but Harry gently interrupted her.

"I don't want to make enemies so early into my move here, I'm sorry." Harry said. Edward frowned, wondering how exactly Harry was playing this.

"Enemies?" Jessica asked with a frown.

"Yes." Harry said, as if it were obvious.

"Of who?" Jessica asked, a bit aggressive.

"Of Micheal of course –"

"You mean mike? Why would he be your enemy?" Jessica asked, slightly concerned with this piece of information.

"Just 'cause." Harry replied.

"But then, why would he be mad about us going to the dance together –" Jessica's eyes lit up suddenly, leaning closer to Harry who gave her an uneasy look. "you don't mean – does mike want to ask me to the dance?" she asked excitedly, tugging on the arm of Harry's sweater.

"You didn't hear it from me." Harry said. Edward hid a grin at the not so subtle manipulation. "I said not a word." In truth, Harry hadn't said a word. He'd just let her make her own conclusion, which for once was the right conclusion. Mike had and still was wanting to ask her to the dance, but didn't have the guts to do it.

"But he hasn't shown any interest in asking me." Jessica frowned, looking at the floor.

"Well how could he." Harry said, again as if it were obvious,

"What do you mean?" Jessica asked, irritated.

"You have to look at this from his prospective Jessica." Harry said soothingly. "Mikes trying to ask you to the dance, he's going to want to do it in private, incase you do say no, to save himself the blow to his ego in front of other people. But you're not exactly making it easy for him, what with you always being surrounded by your friends. Even asking you for a word privately everyone would know by the end of the day."

"But I wouldn't say no!" Jessica interrupted.

"But he doesn't know that." Harry replied, "and as such, he's going to want to speak to you alone, but it's hard because your always with your friends outside of class, and he's certainly not going to ask in class in case its overheard or the note is intercepted."

"So then how?" Jessica asked. "at this rate he'll never ask me." she said unhappily.

"Give him a few opportunities." Harry answered.

"Opportunities?" Jessica asked dumbly.

"Opportunities." Harry replied easily. "spend time with him, away from your friends and his. Ask for a ride home, hang out on the weekends, hell, study with him, something that will give him a chance to ask." Harry explained.

"And that'll work?" Jessica asked.

"Yes. If it fails, you ask him." Harry told her firmly.

"Me ask him?" Jessica asked, aghast.

"Take initiative and ask him." Harry repeated.

"Take initiative and ask him." Jessica nodded to herself, "okay, I can do that." She said, a bit doubtful but coming around to the idea. She smiled brightly to herself. "I can do this." She said firmly. "thanks Harry." She said before heading off, probably in search of Mike.

When she was gone Harry sighed in relief, obviously proud of himself for dodging that on coming bullet. He shook his head and walked off, turning a corner and disappearing from Edwards sights. Edward finally released Jasper, who was much calmer after Jessica had left, even more so when the unwanted attention was directed from Harry onto the much more attention receptive mike.

"Come on, we have English." Edward pat Jasper's shoulder, steering him away from the crowds and outside.

~*~*~*~*~*~

After school Edward met up with Jasper and Alice again, keeping an eye out for his other two siblings as they made their way to the parking lot. They watched as teenagers scrambled to escape the rain while the Cullen's welcomed it. the soft patter of rain helped to drown out the voices and sounds of the students around them and down out the smells of humans, spicy cologne and flowery perfume that wafted in the air during the school hours.

As he walked Edward thought over the glimpses of memories he'd gotten purely by accident from Harry, whose mind Edward usually couldn't see into. It was a strange change, being able to see into the boys mind, but it definitely gave Edward a few answers to questions that no one knew the answer to. None of them were willing to ask Harry such a personal question, especially if it meant that Harry might expect an explanation for the question.

Edward was fairly sure that 'Oh we're all vampires and you're Jasper's mate! Congratulations!' would go over all to well with the mortal teenager. Edward turned his thoughts away from that pending conversation. It was only a matter of time before Jasper's resistance fell, today was a testimony to that fact. Jasper could barely control himself when Jessica had so much as flirted with Harry, never mind when she touched him. Edward knew for a fact that atleast half of Jasper's thoughts centered around Harry.

As amusing as Edward found that fact, he really didn't like hearing every thought Jasper had – not all of them happened to be PG rated, and that didn't exactly sit well with the straight Edward Cullen. He was fine with Jasper's mate being male, so long as he didn't have to witness any fantasies and or sexually oriented thoughts.

Edward shook his head to rid himself of these thoughts and turned his attention to the arguing duo in front of him.

"What if –"

"Alice, please just stop. I don't even know if he's gay. He's probably straight."

"Actually I'm fairly sure he'd atleast Bisexual." Jasper's head whipped around to look at him, causing Edward to smother a grin at the attention that statement had earned.

"What do you mean?" Jasper asked curiosity lacing his voice.

"For a split second earlier, when Harry was talking to Jessica, his mind as completely open, or more like it was projecting memories openly. He's dated both girls and guys before, but the guys out number the girls and outlast them as well." At Jasper's poorly concealed growl Edward couldn't help but smirk, "Don't worry. So far as I saw, your dear mate hasn't been into the further stages of intimacy." Edward said, stifling his own embarrassment at having this discussion. He saw Jasper smirk from the corner of his vision and sent him a short lived glare. Sometimes he truly hated that his brother could read peoples emotions like an open book. "shut up." Edward muttered darkly.

The trio came to a halt by Edwards Volvo and glanced around for the missing duo. Edward sighed, leaning back against the wall. He raised his hand, rubbing his fingers against his forehead temples, all of these thoughts and no where to put them. almost all of these thoughts were about the dance. Girls thinking about what to wear, who to go with, what they'd do, and with who, after the dance - Edward scrunched up his nose at all of these thoughts, having no interest in seeing the romantic endeavors of his classmates.

He looked up as a familiar scent passed by them, grinning slightly as he noted Jasper's eyes following Harry as the young Brit moved to the well maintained black mustang, a car that Rosalie adored secretly, his nose buried in a book.

"Stare any harder and he might just feel it Jazz." Emmett teased as he approached.

A screeching sound filled the air, the sound reverberating in the vampires skulls as they tried to pretend it didn't their heads swiveled to find the source of the noise, and in the slit second they saw the direction the fast spinning car was headed, they wished they hadn't seen.

"Harry!" Alice screamed even as Jasper took of running. Harry's head lifted, his heart pounding so loudly Jasper could hear it as his eyes locked onto the car spinning towards him at high speed.

Jasper knew he was probably being a hypocrite. He always told his siblings to watch themselves, keep their inhuman abilities secret, yet here he was racing across the school parking lot at a pace that would only appear a blurred shape to most humans.

His hands connected with Harry's shoulders, his accelerated speed making the shove stronger than he'd intended and knocking Harry a good few feet back and knocking the breath out of the other teen, Jasper falling with him as his hands gripped the others shoulders. The two tumbled on the snow covered grass, landing harshly as they heard a loud crash behind them. Jasper could smell the blood on Harry's hands from the scrapes he'd acquired in their rough landing. Jasper rolled off the other teen, releasing him as he looked back at the two collided cars and then back to Harry, who looked between Jasper, the car and then Jasper's siblings.

'he knows.' Jasper winced at the thought, knowing that those questions were coming. Questions he couldn't answer, even if he'd wanted to. What could he say to explain how he'd gotten to Harry so fast. Jasper looked away from Harry's bewildered stare, slowly climbing to his feet.

"Are you alright?" Jasper asked worriedly. Harry nodded, still staring at the car wreck. "Harry." Harry's eyed flickered to Jasper. "Are you feeling okay?" Jasper immediately kicked himself. what an idiotic question to ask. None the less he was pleased when it gained a response from Harry.

"Considering I was almost made into a potter pancake – surprisingly well." Harry stated weakly as Jasper helped him to his feet. "I hate winter. I do I do I do." Harry said reverently to himself as Jasper stepped closer, balancing the young potter. Harry glanced up at the two cars, looking fairly ill at the little space that remained between them. where he'd been standing, near the back end of the car was completely smashed in due to the angle the other car was approaching in its spin.

"Harry!" Alice cried as she darted forward, blocking Harry's disturbed view of the cars and pulled him into a strong hug. "Are you okay?" she asked after a moment, pulling away to examine him.

"Yeah. Jasper tackled me out of the way before I literally became one with my car." Harry said.

"I don't think this is much of a time to joke." Emmett muttered quietly to Jasper.

"I think it's Sirius influence." Edward said. "Em, can you call Carlisle and tell him what happened and that we're coming to the hospital?" Emmett quickly agreed, taking Edwards cellphone.