Note: Harry ends up with Ginny, and Edward falls in love with Bella. I clearly don't own Harry Potter or Twilight. They belong to JK Rowling and Stephenie Meyer, as much as I loathe to admitit. But as long as there are no lawyers knocking on my door, I suppose I can be happy with just owning the plot.

'Thoughts'

"Talking"

Flashback/Writing

Parseltongue


"Um, Bella?" Draco said as he and Harry walked up to Bella's table.

She was sitting next to Jessica and the rest of the popular kids. It was the morning after the almost dinner at the Cullen's. Both boys looked ashamed, and no one at that table but Bella knew why.

"Look, we're really sorry about last night. We never meant it. We were just trying to impress you, but Harry got really hurt. He really liked you and was hoping you'd break up with Edward for him. Harry's really important to me, so when you said those things, I got carried away, and for that, I deeply apologize. Friends?"

Bella looked smug and superior, but only Harry and Draco noticed.

"Of course. You wanna sit with us? We've still got ten minutes until class starts."

"Thanks."

The group talked for the next five minutes. That was when the Cullens arrived. Edward stomped over to the table as Bella took a sip of her bottled water. Edward was wearing normal clothes again, and his hair was it's usual copper color. The spells wore off an hour after they were cast, just like Harry said.

"Get away from her," Edward said as he pulled Bella up out of her seat.

"Edward, it's okay! They apologized. Harry was just jealous of you."

The raven-haired boy didn't bother hiding his smirk.

"Bella, what's your full name?"

"Isabella Marie Swan."

The girl gasped, and put her hands over her mouth.

"Why are you really dating Edward?" Harry asked.

"For attention. You were right when you said I'm an attention-seeker. I deserve all that attention."

She looked over to Edward with sad, fearful eyes.

"Edward, I didn't mean that. Those two must've done something to me. Make them stop!"

"Really? And what did we do to you?" Draco said.

"You used some sort of spell on me! I know you did!"

"Spell? As in magic? Didn't you say that all we could do were illusions last night?"

"Yes, but I was just saying that because you knew I was an attention-seeker. I meant it when I called you two freaks. That's all you are, and that's all you ever will be if you really believe you can do magic."

Bella looked close to tears.

"No illusionist ever says magic is an illusion. Of course, you're so bigoted that you didn't realize that. So we like something that you don't. That makes us freaks? Some people believe in God. Does that make them freaks too?"

"Of course it does. Who'd believe in some guy that no one's ever actually seen and can perform miracles? This is the real world. People can blame God for their misfortunes all their lives, but in the end, it's their own fault. They just don't wanna take the blame."

"So you think your own boyfriend's a freak?"

"Duh. No one normal would ever believe such crap. Oh my gosh, Edward, I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for thinking that, or sorry you got caught?"

"Sorry I got caught. Wait, that's not what I meant! Those two freaks did something to me!"

"Ms. Swan!" Principal Greene said as he walked over to the group.

Bella was in deep trouble now. The principal hardly ever left his office. He wasn't very lenient when it came to bullying, and he definitely counted name-calling as bullying. This was turning out better than the wizards expected.

"I can't believe you'd call these two young men such a word!"

"Sir, they did something to me! I swear they did!"

"Oh really? And what exactly did they do?"

"They're making me tell all these lies that I don't even mean!"

"No one can force someone to do something," Harry said.

The vampires knew he was lying. That just raised the question, "How could a wizard control someone else?" Though, none of them asked out loud. They were too wrapped up in seeing Bella get in trouble and reveal her secrets. Jasper could feel everyone's emotions. Rosalie almost felt bad for feeling so good about Bella's humiliation. Edward was heart-broken. Alice was sad. Emmett was furious. How dare that little human be so cruel?

"You can! You can do magic! You showed me and the Cullens last night!"

"We did illusions. I know this may sound strange to you, but magic isn't real. We just went over this," Draco said slowly, as if talking to a five-year-old.

"And what, may I ask, happened at the Cullens?"

"We levitated a chair at their house to show off for Bella. She thought it was real magic because we said so. Any illusionist would say that their tricks are real otherwise they lose their charm. We didn't think she'd take us so seriously and call us f-f-freaks for it. We just wanted to impress her," Harry said sadly, choking on the word that plagued his childhood.

Jasper felt fear coming off of him when he said that word. What could cause someone to be so scared of a word? Was Harry bullied at his last school? Was that why he and Draco moved to Forks? Did they think that a smaller town would be more peaceful than whatever boarding school they went to before?

"Ms. Swan, go to my office. I'm calling Charlie."

"No. Please don't call Charlie."

"Who's Charlie?" Harry asked.

"Her dad," Alice answered.

"Really? I watched my parents get killed when I was one. I'd give anything to be able to call my father 'dad.' You should be grateful for what you have."

Draco gave Harry a sad look, and hugged him while Bella was led to the principal's office. Harry hadn't even shed a tear. He stopped crying when he was little – when he learned that crying did nothing but get him in more trouble. The scene reminded Draco of the previous night, but he knew it wouldn't get that bad while they were at school.

~Flashback~

Draco cautiously stepped into Harry's room. Harry had apparently apparated back home since the car was still at the Cullen's house when Draco left. Harry usually tended to let off some steam using destructive magic, which he cleaned up later, so Draco had to be extra careful around his friend when he was mad. Entering the room, there were no explosions or crashes. Silence was worse than chaos. It meant Harry had completely shut down. The boy was lying on his bed, facing the wall, hugging his pillow.

"Harry? Harry, talk to me," Draco said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Freaks don't deserve comfort."

"You're not a freak. I'd better not hear that ever again. You're amazing, Harry. Do you think I'm evil?"

"No."

"If I'm not evil, then you're not a freak, alright?"

"But I am a freak."

"No, Harry, you're not. You're normal, here. We both are. We're nothing but average people in this small town named after silverware."

"This small town named after silverware with vampires, shapeshifters, and now two wizards."

"Exactly. We're wizards – not freaks – wizards. Now, are you going to help me get revenge on Bella?"

"Revenge?"

"Yes, revenge. I know how to get Bella back, but since it's your revenge, I need your input."

"Will she regret it?"

"I know she will, but only if you're willing to do it."

"What is it?"

Draco told him his secret plan. Harry grinned when he thought about what the blond had thought up.

"Draco, have I ever told you how great Slytherins are?"

"You don't have to. We already know. Now, time for bed. Would you like some dreamless sleep?"

"No thanks. I think I'll be alright."

"Okay. Good night, Harry."

"Good night, Draco."

~End Flashback~

Jasper almost flinched at the sadness and shock that everyone was feeling. Being an empath wasn't always a good thing, especially during arguments like the one that just happened. Everyone would feel guilty and sad throughout the entire day at the very least.

"Harry, I'm so sorry about Bella. We had no idea," Alice said.

"You saw this, didn't you?" Edward said impassively.

"Yes. I didn't tell you because you needed to see it for yourself."

"Why didn't I see it before?"

"You shouldn't blame yourself. Draco and I only saw it because we get a lot of people like that."

"Oh, so you're supposed to be this big, important person back in England?"

"Now isn't exactly the time for this," Draco said.

The bell rang, but the Blacks and Cullens decided to meet after school to talk. None of them spoke to each other that day. Everyone kept apologizing for Bella, which the boys found irritating. It wasn't their fault. They didn't know everything that happened. They didn't even know the true extent of the damage Bella cause on Harry's metal state.

The boys didn't try nearly as hard as they could've in gym. They just wanted to be out of school as soon as possible. As soon as the final bell of the day rang, the two groups rushed to their cars. They decided to meet at the Cullen's house again.

'I wonder how much we're going to tell the vampires. How much will we have to tell them? I hope Edward isn't too upset. This will help him in the long run. I know it will. It helped me. I just really hope Edward isn't too angry with me.'

As soon as everyone was in the house, Edward glared at the mortals.

"What did you do to Bella?"

"We gave her Veritaserum. It's a truth potion. She had to answer all questions truthfully," Draco said.

"Isn't that a bit dangerous? What if she was asked if we really were vampires?"

"We were risking ourselves more because the questions we asked her were ones where she needed to talk about our magic. Besides, we disproved that to the world the first day we were here. Bella was acting like a lunatic. No one would've believed her."

"And if anything was going to happen, I'm sure Alice would've stopped the entire event," Harry said.

"Why would you risk exposure like that?" Jasper said.

Draco sighed.

"We've... met others like that. Obsessive girls who think we'll marry them if they flash their cleavage and bat their eyelashes. It's part of the reason we moved here."

"And what's the rest of the reason?"

"We're not ready to tell you, yet."

"Was it true when you said you watched your parents die when you were one?" Rosalie asked.

"Yeah. They both sacrificed themselves to save me. The murderer hasn't been caught."

"I thought your parents died recently." Edward scoffed.

"My surrogate father died recently. He was my godfather – the only parental figure I could look up to."

"What about the people who raised you?"

"They were a whale with anger management issues, a horse which thought her house would never be clean, and a spoiled pig who had a temper tantrum because there wasn't a TV in the kitchen so he could eat and watch TV all day."

"So you grew up just like them."

"I'm nothing like them, you arrogant prick!"

"Edward, cut it out!" Jasper yelled.

The fear and anger coming from Harry was endless. Whatever these people did to him, it wasn't good at all.

"Why are you taking his side?"

"Harry is nothing like his family. If you were wise, you'd shut up about it right now," Draco growled.

"Or you'll do what? Give me more purple hair?"

Draco glared at Edward before the vampire was thrown into the wall.

"We know more offensive spells than silly little pranks. We know enough to kill every single one of you with a single spell. Do not provoke us."

"It's not both of us you hate. It's just me. What's so important about me that you feel the need to hate?"

"You're nothing but an arrogant teenager! You think you can get away with anything you want!"

"And just how is that any different from how you're acting? I know better than anyone that there are consequences for everything I do."

"Don't listen to what he says. He just can't accept that he likes you," Alice said.

"W-what?"

"I don't like him! I'm not even gay!"

Draco rolled his eyes. It was obvious that the two liked each other. Their whole fight was nothing but sexual tension, but they'd never admit that. Sometimes, both boys could be real idiots. Draco wasn't about to interfere, though. It wasn't his life, and he knew how much Harry hated being manipulated or told what to do because something was "for his own good."

"Besides, he's nothing but a freak!"

There was silence in the room after that comment. Even after seeing what happened to Bella, Edward hadn't learned his lesson. Sexual tension or not, that was no excuse to call someone a freak. Forget whatever Draco thought before. Edward wasn't going to get near Harry ever again. He wasn't worthy of someone as good as Harry.

"Harry, go home. I'll talk to Edward. He needs to know exactly why you were so mad at Bella. Please. You need to let off some steam, and I'd rather not move because you killed that git."

"F-fine, but that's all you're telling him. Nothing else."

"You can explain everything else on your own later if you want to."

"Thanks."

Harry disapparated with a loud crack.

"Did... did he just...?" Emmett said.

"Yes, he disappeared into thin air. It's called apparating, but I'll explain that another time."

"Why did Harry suddenly get so scared when Edward called him a freak? The same thing happened when Bella said it," Jasper said.

Draco took a deep breath, and sat down on the couch, choosing over his next words carefully. He couldn't give away everything, but they had to know enough so they wouldn't call Harry a freak ever again.

"You remember how Harry described his relatives? He wasn't exaggerating. He actually left some parts out."

"Really? What could be so bad? Did they spank him when he did something wrong?" Edward scoffed.

"No. They were worse. Harry was literally left on their doorstep in the middle of the night on Halloween when he was fifteen months old, with only a baby blanket and a letter. After reading the letter, Harry's relatives took him in. Harry... The reason he's so small is because his room was the cupboard under the stairs. He actually stole some of his cousin's broken crayons and wrote 'Harry's Room' on one of the walls when he was little. From what he told me, there were a few plastic soldiers and a drawing of a flying motorcycle in there, too. Other than that, it was just his cot and the blanket he arrived with when he was one.

"He would cook every meal in the house, and be lucky if he got two slices of bread and some cheese every day. There were times when they wouldn't let him eat for an entire week. In addition to that, they made him clean the entire house, including his cousin's second bedroom, and he'd tend to the garden every day while his aunt took the credit for the food, the cleaning, and the garden. They told Harry his parents died while drunk driving. They had it carved into Harry that he was a freak."

No one dared say a word as they let all of that information sink in.

"Hearing you call him a freak was probably worse than his relatives, though. You look a lot like someone that was killed a few years ago. Harry still thinks it was his fault," Draco softly said to himself.

He forgot that he was in a room full of vampires that had extra sensitive hearing.

"Why would he think that?" Rosalie said.

"I'm not going to tell you. It's Harry's life. He only gave me permission to tell you why he doesn't like being called a freak."

"That's so sad," Alice said.


Edward rushed up to his room silently. How could such a spirited person have such a terrible life? And he was being such a jerk to him, too! He was definitely going to Hell for that. But Harry really did look an arrogant teenager. Maybe he was making up for the things he lost during his childhood?

Alice walked into his room. Draco left moments after Edward did, taking his car with him. He didn't even have to read her mind to know what she was thinking about.

"You still have a chance with him."

"No I don't. I called him a freak. I don't think I've ever called him by his name."

"Edward, all you have to do is apologize. It'll take some time, but he will forgive you. I've seen it."

"Thank you, Alice."


Once Edward was gone, Draco said his goodbyes, and drove back to his and Harry's house. Once there, he started walking through the forest that led to the beach. There was no way Harry was calm enough to talk, yet. Draco knew no matter how hard he tried, when his friend got like that, there was no stopping him. He just hoped the house was still in one piece by the time he got back.

Maybe he'd see that Jacob guy again. He would never admit it out loud, but he had fun during their last encounter, even if he did think Jacob was a Death Eater or Order member in disguise.

It took him a while, but he finally ran into the group of shapeshifters. They were all getting out of the water, completely soaked. What in the world had they been doing? By the looks of things, they'd done something exciting, but what could a bunch of guys possibly do at a beach to cause that sort of reaction without an alcoholic drink or ten? Jacob was the first to notice the blond.

"Hey. You came back."

"So I have."

"Uh, no offense, by what is that horrible smell?"

"Has anyone ever told you,you make them feel special inside?"

"No."

"Good. I just got back from the Cullens, if you must know."

"Dude, what did you do yesterday? You just disappeared!" Embry said, not wanting to talk about the leeches.

"Yes I did."

"How'd you do it?"

"Magic."

"No, really!"

"How do you turn into wolves?"

"It's a trait passed down in our tribe. Normally it doesn't show, but since the Cullens came along, it set off the fever," Jacob explained.

"And you don't call that magic?"

"Wait, you're being serious? Magic? As in witches and wizards with pointy hats and wands?" Embry said.

"You're right. That's impossible, just like shapeshifters and vampires. There's no way it could exist."

"Prove it," Paul said.

Draco blinked, and then smirked. Jacob looked back at his friends to see what had Draco so amused, and didn't even try to hide his laughs. The others took a look at each other, and had mixed reactions. Their skin was all rainbow-colored! Embry and Quil were laughing their asses off, while Paul turned a small bit redder in the face. Draco loved wandless wordless magic.

"Change me back!"

"Calm down. No one's here to see. Besides, you're not the only one."

"Why not Jacob?"

"He's nice to me. Oh, and not all of us wear pointy hate and use wands. Only the powerful ones don't need wands. The only thing they're good for is poking an eye out."

"You are amazing," Jacob said.

"Thank you. Mal-"

Draco stopped right there, and shut his mouth before he could continue. He was going to tell Jacob how "Malfoy's are always amazing." Harry had drilled it into his head not to call himself a Malfoy anymore. It'd take away some of the potency of the anti-tracking spell.

"Mal?"

"Uh, nothing."

"You never did tell me your last name."

"Neither did you."

"Oh, right. I'm Jacob Black."

"Draco Black."

"No, I'm being serious."

"So am I."

Draco took out his student ID, and showed it to the boys.

"Are we-?"

"I doubt it. If we are, then we're extremely distant cousins."

"Great."

"What? Don't like being related to me?"

"No! That's not what I meant. It's just... if you accept my offer to go out with me, I won't feel bad."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

There was an awkward silence. Everyone just stood there for a few minutes.

"So, what were you doing at the Cullens?" Jacob asked.

So much for Embry's dream of leaving the Cullens out of the conversation.

"Harry and I had to set some things straight. Bella said something offensive, yesterday, so we gave her a truth potion before school today, where she showed everyone what a true bitch she is."

"Bella isn't a bitch! Don't call her that!"

"After ingesting the truth potion, she admitted to only dating Edward for the attention she got. She then tried telling the principal that Harry and I used magic on her. Needless to say, I'm sure she's going to a loony bin."

"No way. Bella Swan?"

"Yeah. She called us freaks last night because we caught on to her act."

"Really? You noticed something the vampires didn't?" Quil said.

"Yes. Harry and I are used to girls going after us for attention or money. For Harry, it was because everyone relied on and trusted him when they didn't think he was evil. For me, they wanted money, and to be the next Mrs. Malf- my wife. My wife."

"Why did you say it like that?"

"Black isn't my original name. I changed it when I moved here."

'Damn it! What the hell am I saying? Why am I just telling Jacob all of this? I need to talk to Harry after he calms down. Is this what it's like for him and Edward without all the pointless bickering?'

"What was your name?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm never going back to England. From now on, I'm just Draco Black."

"Did your parents die, or something?" Paul said.

Draco tensed at the mention of his parents.

"Paul! That's rude!" Jacob scolded.

"They're not dead, but I never wish to see them ever again."

"So you're rebelling," Embry said.

"Why change your name and move all the way out here just to rebel against your parents?" Quil said.

"Guys, that's enough! Draco obviously doesn't wanna talk about it. If he ever tells us, it'll be because he wants us to know, not because we pressured him into telling us."

Draco looked up at Jacob in admiration. He'd really wait for Draco to be ready to do something like that? No. He probably just said that to lure the blond into a false sense of security. After all, Draco wasn't a person. It didn't matter what he wanted as long as everyone else was happy.

"So, what were you guys doing out here?"

"Cliff jumping. It's fun. You should come with us some time."

"Maybe."

"I won't leave you alone until you come."

Jacob blushed, only just realizing what he said. He really hoped Draco didn't notice. Lady Luck was against him, though. Draco had to stop himself from sniggering at the other teen's embarrassment.

"I'm coming."

That just made the blush darker, just like Draco planned.

"When are you guys going next?"

Jacob was too preoccupied with other thoughts to answer.

"We go whenever we feel like it," Embry said.

"Then I'll give you my number and you can call me."

"Uh, s-sure. Yeah. That sounds great," Jacob said.

Draco told them his number. A nice little silence was created. The only sounds were the waves that crashed into the sand.

"Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"Doesn't it bother you that we're shapeshifters?"

"Why should it?"

"We turn into giant wolves! We might accidentally hurt you."

Draco chuckled.

"Thanks for your concern, but I've fought worse things than shapeshifters. Besides, I only hate the people that hurt me on purpose. I don't hold grudges over entire species just because of one bad person."

"What's worse than a shapeshifter?" Embry said.

"Many things. Centaurs, minotaurs, giants, dragons, mothers-"

"Wait a minute! You mean dragons are real?"

"Yes."

"What about genies?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Genies don't exist."

"We're shapeshifters, you're a wizard, and the Cullens are vampires. Surely genies exist."

"No. Well, I suppose if you want to get technical about it, genies were just wizards who used shrinking charms on themselves and hid in lamps until someone rubbed the lamp. Then they'd use magic and potions to make the muggle's three wishes come true. No one does that anymore, though."

"Mothers?" Paul asked.

"You wouldn't believe how protective magical creatures are of their offspring, especially unicorns."

"Unicorns? Really?"

"They don't just jump over rainbows and look pretty. Some people go after the blood of a unicorn. Just one drop of it would cure a man on the brink of death, but no one uses it."

"Why not? It's amazing!" Quil said.

"Maybe, but as soon as the blood touches your lips, you live a cursed life. After all, you just killed the purest thing in nature."

"Oh."

"You said you have potions, right? What kind of potions are there?" Jacob asked.

"All kinds. Cures, poisons, jokes, love potions, you name it and I can probably make it."

"Love potions? You think you could make me one?" Embry said.

"No! If you want someone to like you, then you should do it on your own. I refuse to make love potions."

"Why?"

"Because you're forcing someone to feel false love. You have to keep giving them love potions to keep the effects up, but when they realize what you're doing, they'll hate you."

"Sounds like you're talking from experience. Who did it?" Paul said.

"It wasn't me. It happened to a friend of mine."

He noticed how low the sun had gotten, and checked his watch.

"I should get going. Harry's probably calmed down by now. I'll talk to you guys later?"

"Yeah," Jacob said.


Draco apparated home. He found Harry sleeping in his bed with his clothes still on, so he transfigured those into pajamas. The blond got into the bed with his friend, and hugged him before drifting into a deep sleep. He knew Harry would have nightmares tonight, and he didn't want to be far from him. Harry needed the comfort that fate didn't seem to want to give him.


Well, there's chapter 4. It has come to my attention that the fights may or may not be a bit too fast, so I will tell you that I'm terrible at fight scenes. They either go too fast, or they drag on forever. I am currently playing a hand held connect 4 game. It's the only thing keeping me from stopping writing this besides your review. PLEASE REVIEW! You see that little button down there? Push it and write some pretty little compliments and see what happens. :3