To my wonderful beta, MsRomRaz1. ^^

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'Thoughts'

"Talking"

Flashback/Writing

Parseltongue


"Those brats! When I get my hands on Potter, he'll wish he'd never survived that night!" Dumbledore ranted as he paced back and forth in his office.

"Professor, calm down. The Order will find him soon enough," Hermione said.

"They shouldn't have to find him in the first place! You two were supposed to keep an eye on him until his uncle picked him up!"

"We thought he heard them yelling outside and went home with them! He looked pale enough for that to happen!" Ron yelled.

"Ronald, calm down. Yelling at each other won't help us find Potter. Professor, why can't you just use a tracking spell on him?"

"I've already tried that. I used an anti-tracking spell on him when he went to the Dursley's, and I can only remove it if he's right in front of me."

"Great. Just great. Potter's not here to give us fame, the goblins won't let us in the Potter vaults anymore, and now we can't even find the git who caused all our problems so he can fix everything!"

"I wish the Potter library wasn't in those vaults."

Just about anything anyone needed to know was in the Potter library. They probably could've found a spell to find Harry in there, which was exactly why said teen closed the library off. During his years with Draco, he'd started leaning more towards his Slytherin side, not that he let anyone but the blond know. Harry wasn't about to give the world another reason to deem him the next dark lord. Not all Slytherins were evil, as he and Draco proved.

"There's nothing we can do about that now."

"Can't you trace his magic? He's not of age, yet, so the trace should still be on his wand," Ginny said.

"I've tried that already, but it doesn't work. He probably hasn't used magic since he left."

"So it's safe to assume he's in a muggle town in another country?" Hermione said.

"How can you be so sure?" Ron asked.

"Potter loves magic. The only reason he'd live without it would be if he was in a place where no one knows about magic. He wouldn't feel safe in England because of the Ministry. I'd check America. He probably thinks there are no wizarding communities there since no one ever told him about them. Since he doesn't know anything other than English, I'd say he's in the states, probably a small town, barely on the map."

"Why didn't you come to me with this information sooner?" Dumbledore growled.

"I wasn't sure about it until now. I didn't want to tell you until I was sure he wasn't in England."

"Fine. Go to your dorms."

'A small town in America, my little weapon? You'll be back here soon. As soon as you're within my grasp, I'll make sure you never escape again.'


"Do we have to go to those blood-suckers' house?" Draco whined.

"Yes. It's only fair. They're probably wondering why they couldn't smell us after lunch."

"But do we have to eat dinner there?"

"Yes, Draco. Think of it like a fancy dinner party that you hated going to as a kid. Just sit there and be polite."

"What if one of them insults me?"

"Then you can hex them, but nothing intended to harm."

"You're just saying that so you can get back at Edward."

"You know me so well."

"Did you know that there are Blacks here? They are apparently in a reservation called La Push. It's not that far from here."

"I doubt they're related to S-Sirius."

"I just thought I'd let you know. I'm going down to the beach for a walk."

"It's about time. Why didn't you go with me during the summer?"

"Going to the beach during the summer is too common. I doubt anyone will be there now."

"There was no one during the summer, either. It's never that sunny, remember?"

"Too late now. I'll be back around six."

'Wow. An entire hour to get ready for a dinner he doesn't want to attend. I wonder how long he'd take for a date with someone he likes.'

Harry spent the next hour trying to figure out what to wear. He didn't even know why he was being so indecisive. He was just going to dinner at a friend's house. Sure, his friend and her family were vampires, but Harry had faced worse. He'd fought and killed a basilisk in his second year, but he couldn't decide what to wear to his friend's house! His social skills really were pathetic. One outfit was too formal, but another was too casual, and the third one didn't look good enough.

"I don't know why I'm getting so worked up over this. It's just a dinner. Gah! I'm acting like such a girl! It's not like I like Edward, or anything. Sure, he's smart, and handsome, and strong, and I'm going to stop that train of thought right now. He's not even that handsome, and I beat him in gym! Okay, so Draco cheated for me in gym, but I won the game. That's all that matters, right? Besides, the guy's a jerk. He put bricks in my bag! Of course, my bag was charmed, but he didn't know that, and he had a good reason..."

Harry spent the rest of his time finding a good enough outfit while trying to convince himself that he wasn't in love with Edward. It was working pretty well considering he hardly knew the man, but there was always that sliver of doubt in his mind that said, "Only you could fall in love with a vampire that hates your guts." Oddly enough, it sounded exactly like Draco.


The excuse given to Harry about not going to the beach during the summer was only a half-truth. In reality, he just didn't like going outside the wards. That was also why he protested so much about going to school. He knew his father would be looking for him, especially if he disappeared at the same time as Harry Potter. He could only imagine the state of panic the wizarding world must be in.

Draco was so caught up in his thoughts, that he didn't realize just how far he'd walked, or the fact that there were other people on the beach. They were all tell, tan, and buff, with short black hair. One of them was staring at the blond boy with lust-filled eyes, while the others looked from the blond to their friend. The boy that was staring jogged up to Draco, and tapped his shoulder. The Slytherin just blinked, and looked at him.

"Can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm Jacob. You must be new around here."

"If you're about to tell me something about this being your territory, you can shove it up your arse. I saw no sign anywhere that said-"

"No, no. It's just, I've never seen you before. What's your name?"

"Draco."

"Does Draco have a last name?" One of the other boys chuckled.

Draco didn't even realize they were that close. There were only a few feet of distance between them.

"Yes."

"What is it?" Jacob asked.

"Why should I tell you?"

"Because I'd like to know."

"Sorry, but I don't give out personal information to people I don't trust."

"I'm a trustworthy guy."

"You'd only say that if I didn't already trust you."

"Alright. Then how about we meet again sometime so I can earn your trust?"

"Is that supposed to be a pick-up line?"

"Only if you want it to be. But seriously, we should get together again."

"I don't even know you."

"Everyone has to start somewhere."

"No thanks."

"Please?"

"Why are you so desperate to get to know me better?"

Jacob mumbled something Draco couldn't hear.

"You'll have to speak up."

"I said I like you!"

'Hmm. Pros and Cons. Pros: He's great-looking, strong, and tall. Cons: I have no idea who he is, he looks really desperate, and he could be polyjuiced.'

That last one tipped the scale. It didn't matter how amazing Jacob looked, or how strong he was. He could've been a wizard in disguise. Draco knew he was just being paranoid, but he'd rather not take any chances now that he and Harry were finally free.

"Uh, look, you're hot and all-"

Jacob smiled at that.

"But I don't wanna go out with you."

"Why not?"

"Because-"

"You hardly know me. Just one date, then you can decide whether or not you like me."

Draco glared at the dark-skinned teen.

"So I don't get a choice in the matter?"

"What? Of course you get a choice. Just one date. That's all I'm asking."

"No."

"Just go on the date and he'll stop asking," One of the other boys said.

"No. He can't get everything he wants. He truly is pathetic if he needs his friends' help to get a date."

The boy who spoke was furious. He ran towards Draco, and before Jacob could react, thrust his fist forward. It would've hit the blond if he hadn't moved out of the way in time. The boy barely missed Draco, which surprised both of them.

"There's no way any human can move that fast. What are you guys?"

"What are you talking about? We're human just like you, although you do look a bit like a vampire," Jacob said.

He gave a quick glare at his friend, and then smiled at Draco.

"Sorry about Paul, by the way. He's got a bit of a temper."

"So I've gathered. I'm not going anywhere with you lot until you tell me what you are."

"We really are just normal people. There's no such thing as mythological beasts," Paul said.

"I never said anything about beasts. Let's see. You're clearly not vampires or veelas. Too dark for those. You're too healthy-looking for you to be werewolves. There was a full moon last night and you're all still standing here. Besides, no werewolf in their right mind would live so close to muggles. What else could be strong, fast, and still look human?"

"We're really just normal people," Jacob insisted.

"Oh, I know exactly what you are. You're shapeshifters, aren't you? I saw some large wolves in the forest during the summer."

"Yeah, there are wolves around here, but shapeshifters? That's just ridiculous," One of the last two teens said.

"And I'm a vampire. Who do you think you're trying to fool?"

"E-even if we were shapeshifters, like you say – which we're not! This is all just hypothetical, but would you be scared of us?"

"You? No."

"Why?"

"Because," Draco stopped, not wanting to explain them.

"Because why?"

"Just because."

"Because you'll tell anyone if we do anything to you?" Paul growled.

"If I even attempted that, you'd tear me to shreds. I'm no idiot as you can clearly see."

"Then why aren't you afraid of us?"

Draco was about to answer him when his phone rang. Who the hell could have such terrible timing? Then he remembered the only person who knew his phone number. His brother had such amazing timing.

"Hey, Harry."

"Don't you 'Hey Harry' me. Where are you?"

"On the beach."

"Well come home. You said you'd be here by six and it's 6:15. We're supposed to be at the Cullen's house at seven, and we both know how incredibly vane you are."

"I may have run into a few interesting surprises here. Did you know there are shapeshifters here as well?"

"Shapeshifters? As in people who turn into animals at their own free will?"

"Yeah. They're wolves. I haven't seen them at school, so I'd assume they live on the reservation."

"Oh. Well get over here now."

"But I like my new friends. Can't I stay with them while you go to the blood-suckers?"

"So you'd let me go into a house full of vampires, one of which hates me, all alone while you're off playing with wolves?"

"When you put it like that, you make me seem like a bad person."

"Draco-"

"Fine. I'll be there in a second."

Draco hung up before Harry could argue.

"You know about the Cullens?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you going to their house? They'll probably drain you dry!"

"First of all, they only feed from animals, hence the eye color. Secondly, Harry and I can handle ourselves against vampires. Thirdly, I don't see how any of that is your business."

"Is that Harry guy your boyfriend? Is that why you won't go out with me?"

"B-boyfriend?"

Draco promptly burst into a laughing fit. He doubled over cackling.

"Oh Merlin! Harry? My boyfriend? That's hilarious! We're brothers. There's nothing more to it. I have to go. See you later."

Draco waved at the boys before vanishing into thin air. The shapeshifters could only gawk at the empty space where the blond had once been. Where'd he go? Was he that fast? How'd he figure out what they were so quickly? There was no way Draco was normal.


"Wanna tell me why you were so far away that you had to apparate back here?" Harry asked from behind Draco's door as the blond got ready to leave.

"One of the shapeshifters kept hitting on me. He looked really desperate."

"You might be his mate."

"Harry, I'm half veela. We have mates too, and I didn't feel anything towards him."

"You don't come into your creature inheritance until you're seventeen, so maybe you can't feel your mate until that age."

"I don't care if he's my mate or not. I don't date desperate people."

"He's a shapeshifter, and he thought you were a normal person. He was probably just afraid you'd reject him after knowing what he is, so he wanted you to really like him."

"I still don't like him."

"What did you do to him?" Harry sighed.

"I didn't do anything!"

"Draco-"

"Well... I may have thought he was a polyjuiced wizard."

"You do realize that if he was, he would've just killed you, right?"

"I do now. I wasn't thinking straight, alright? Unlike some people I know, I don't think up an entire battle strategy as soon as I see a stranger or enemy. Besides, I'm not the only one that picked a fight with my mate."

"W-what?"

"Don't be so daft, Harry. I know all sorts of fights. Ours were brotherly. You and Weasel were like true enemies. You and Edward fight like you're having a lover's spat."

"I am not in love with Edward."

"I never said you were."

Harry could just hear the smirk on Draco's face. He wanted so badly to just hex the other boy, but they only had fifteen minutes before they had to leave. He loved the blond like a brother, but sometimes he was just so irritating, and it was always when he was right about something.

"He's got a girlfriend, and I doubt he's gay or bi."

"Harry, you could turn any straight man gay."

"Even Weasel?" Harry chuckled.

"He's not a man. He's barely a boy, and I'm pretty sure he's barely human, too."

"I'm going to wait for you downstairs."

It took Draco ten more minutes to get ready. They barely made it to the Cullen home on time.


Not many people had heard of Astoria Greengrass, and those that did only knew her because of her sister. Astoria wasn't very popular. She did have a friend, though. Cho Chang would occasionally hang out with her. They'd mostly talk about their crushes and all of the latest gossip. On her way to their secret meeting place, however, she heard Harry Potter's name come from the headmaster's office. She knew how much Cho loved Harry. He was often a topic of discussion for them, and she loved knowing everything about everyone, so she snuck up the staircase - carelessly left open – and pressed her ear against the door.

"Potter loves magic. The only reason he'd live without it would be if he was in a place where no one knows about magic. He wouldn't feel safe in England because of the Ministry. I'd check America. He probably thinks there are no wizarding communities there since no one ever told him about them. Since he doesn't know anything other than English, I'd say he's in the states, probably a small town, barely on the map."

"Why didn't you come to me with this information sooner?" Dumbledore growled.

"I wasn't sure about it until now. I didn't want to tell you until I was sure he wasn't in England."

"Fine. Go to your dorms."

Astoria quickly ran down the staircase, and went to meet with Cho.

"Hey, Tori. Why are you so out of breath?"

"I know where Harry and Draco are."

"Really? Where? We need to pack ASAP. Only the essentials. Makeup, clothes, shoes, curlers, straighteners, oh, can I borrow that mascara you used Friday?"

"Wait! We're not leaving just yet. I only know what country they're in. They're in a small muggle town in the states, but I'm not sure what state or town."

"Don't worry. I'm a smart Ravenclaw, and you're a cunning Slytherin. We'll find out in no time. I'll start looking for small towns in America, and you'll use your connections to find out if anyone knows anything."

"Right."


"Hello. You two must be Harry and Draco Black. I'm Esme Cullen. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, too," Harry said.

"You look lovely, Esme. Are you sure you're not another one of their siblings? You look young enough," Draco said politely.

"Oh, you're so kind. Please, come in. Dinner's almost ready."

She moved out of the way, letting the boys into her house. The woman hadn't even let them knock before she opened the door. The boys were led into the living room by a hyperactive Alice.

"I'm so glad you guys came."

"Why does the blond one smell like wet dog?" Rosalie sneered.

"My name is Draco, and I probably smell like that because I ran into some shapeshifters at the beach before coming here."

"Great. Another two humans to try and stop the feud."

"We're not here because of whatever feud you're talking about. We're just here because Alice invited us over for dinner."

"You're being awfully nice to her," Harry said.

"You told me to treat this like the parties I went to as a child."

"So you're a spoiled rich kid?"

"We may be rich, but we're anything but spoiled."

"Oh boo hoo. Your parents just died and made you emancipated."

Draco looked at Harry pleadingly. The raven-haired teen didn't put up any fight whatsoever.

"Nothing harmful."

Draco smirked, and then blinked at the arrogant vampire. Alice started giggling, Jasper hid a smirk, and Emmett tried hiding a snicker. Even the humans could hear a girl upstairs, laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Look in a mirror," Draco said.

Rosalie strutted to the bathroom, and then promptly screamed. The sound of running water could be heard before Rosalie rushed back out, and wrapped a hand around Draco's throat.

"What did you do to me?"

The blond woman's face was covered in clown makeup, and her hair was gone. She was completely bald.

"A bald clown?"

"She's vane, and it's hilarious."

"Where'd you even see a clown, anyway?"

"Well-"

Rosalie gripped Draco's neck tighter, making it hard for the boy to breathe. Harry did nothing to interfere.

"You're not gonna help you brother?" Emmett said.

"No, he's fine. Draco can take care of himself."

All of a sudden, Harry was pushed into the wall! Edward stood in front of him, gripping his shirt collar. He had bright purple hair, and wore a long, ugly dress with flower prints on it.

"What the hell did you do?" Edward growled.

"What makes you think I did something?"

"You suddenly come here, and then all this weird stuff happens? There's no way it's a coincidence."

"Maybe someone else just waited until we got here to use us as scapegoats."

"I'm not joking around. Tell me what you did."

"Fine. I turned your hair purple and made it so all of your clothes would turn into hideous dresses for the next hour. Happy?"

"How did you do that?" A man with blond hair said as he walked into the room.

"Magic."

"Edward, Rosalie, let go of our guests."

"But Carlisle-!" Rosalie said.

"It'll only last for an hour. Then you'll return to normal," Draco said.

"Take it off now," Rosalie growled.

"I can't take it off until the hour is up."

"Same goes for you, Edward. Now, will you let go of us?"

Edward and Rosalie reluctantly let go of the humans just as a teenage girl with brown hair walked down the stairs. She looked very plain, especially to the two wizards that lived in a world that could use glamours and potions to make someone look better.

"What's going on, Edward? What happened?"

"It's nothing, Bella. Don't worry about it."

"So you're Bella. It's nice to meet you. Draco, pay up."

"Why should he be paying you?" Bella said.

"We made a bet on the way here. I didn't think you were a vampire, but Draco did. He thought you were out feeding today."

"Wait a minute. You... you know about...?"

"Yes, and we really don't care as long as they keep feeding on animals." Harry said.

Draco reached into his pocket, and took out five pieces of gold before tossing them at Harry. Both boys winced at the movement.

"Come to my office, boys, so I can get you fixed up," Carlisle said.

"That's alright. I'm sure you're a great doctor, but we have faster ways to heal," Draco said.

Harry pulled out a tiny jar from his pocket, and expanded it until it was the size of his fist. He unscrewed the cap, revealing a clear cream, which he spread on Draco's neck. The bruises immediately disappeared.

"That's amazing!" Carlisle said.

"Wha-how'd you do that?" Bella yelled.

"Potions truly are an amazing thing," Harry said.

"Magic? As in pulling rabbits out of a hat and sawing someone in half?"

"That's just ridiculous. We conjure flowers, flip things backwards, turn your clothes into dresses, and give you clown faces," Harry said seriously.

"He's just kidding. Although we do those things, that's pretty much just for fun."

"What all can you do?" Bella said.

"Wanna give them a demonstration?" Harry said.

Draco smirked, and pointed his hand at the chair that Emmett was sitting on. The chair, and the vampire, started floating in the air.

"Oh, no way! This is so cool!"

Harry waved his hand at Emmett, and the vampire's clothes mimicked those of Darth Vader's. A second later, Edward's piano began playing Darth Vader's theme. Emmett let out a booming laugh, Alice giggled, Jasper smirked, Carlisle and Esme laughed at a normal level, Bella was stunned into silence, and Rosalie and Edward were too upset to enjoy the show. After a few moments, Emmett and the chair returned to normal on the ground.

"That was awesome!"

Bell walked up to the two boys, and looked at them with half-lidded eyes.

"Would you two mind doing some magic on me?"

"Yes, we would," The two growled in unison.

"Don't talk to Bella like that!"

"What's wrong? You liked me just a minute ago."

"Yeah, well, a minute ago, we didn't know you were an attention-seeker."

"What are you talking about?"

"Have you seen yourself? You go after the one person in school who no one else could get to even look twice at them. Now, we're the new kids, you find out we can do something no one else can, then all of a sudden, you look and talk to us like we're dating or something," Harry said.

"Edward is my boyfriend!"

"He wouldn't have even given you the time of day if you weren't his singer. Don't even ask how we know. We went to a school that taught us these things," Draco said.

"We know what attention-seekers are like, and you're definitely one of them."

"How would you know? You're the real attention-seekers. Alice invited you here, so you think you're so great. Then you show off your little illusions like it's real magic. Really? A school where you learn about vampires?"

"Yes, because there's no way vampire could exist, right?" Draco scoffed.

"You used nothing but illusions. You're not that great. You're just freaks."

Harry looked hurt before he ran out of the house. Draco just sadly looked at where Harry stood moments ago.

"Don't worry. We won't hurt you, but we will make you regret that. You never call Harry a freak. You'll do well to remember that."

Draco left the house in the same fashion as Harry did. There would be Hell to pay the next day. The boys would make sure Bella regretted what she did, and Draco knew just how to do it.


Cliffhanger! Sorry, but I had to do it just this once. Just to see what it felt like. It feels amazing. I think I could've done better with the dinner, but I rewrote it so many times that I'm exhausted... That and listening to Edward talk to Bella in Twilight while listening to the commentary where Robert Pattinson speaks with a British accent really messed with my brain. Read and review and I will love you forever!