Hello my loyal fanfiction readers! I'm so so so so SO sorry about the long wait. I got writers block in the middle of this, then I got new story ideas for other stories and I just had to write them. Anyway, on with the story!

'Thoughts'

"Talking"

Flashback/Writing

Parseltongue


When Harry woke up, he felt familiar arms wrapped around his waist. He turned over so he was facing Draco, and smiled weakly. He'd woken up a few times last night yelling. Harry hated the nightmares of his aunt, uncle, and cousin. Those dreams were always more personal than the ones with Voldemort. Almost a moment later, Harry's alarm clock went off. Draco groaned, and slammed his hand over the annoying noise maker.

"Wakey-wakey, Draco. It's time for school."

"Five more minutes."

Harry chuckled, and pushed Draco out of his bed. The blond landed on the floor with a loud thump.

"Ow. What was that for?"

"Well, I needed to get out of bed. But since you're up, you can go ahead and get ready for school."

"Bloody snake in the lion's den."

"You love me anyway."

"Not the point," Draco said, standing up.

"Whatever. Just get out so I can get dressed."

"You okay with going to school today? Edward will surely be there."

"I'll be alright."

"Fine."

Despite everything they'd been through together, and everything they shared, the two boys still didn't like getting changed in front of each other. There was no sexual tension, but they still hadn't explained some of the scars to each other.

Once the two of them were ready, they headed to school. The first thing they saw was the Cullens. Edward immediately tried getting close enough to Harry to apologize, but the green-eyed teen glared at the vampire and walked away. Things were like that all day. Edward would try getting Harry's attention, and Harry would ignore him. The wizard didn't show up for lunch, so Edward talked to Draco.

"Do you know where your brother is?"

"Yes."

Edward waited for him to answer, but Draco was being stubborn.

"Will you tell me where Harry is?"

"No."

"Why not? I just want to apologize. I promise."

"Well, he obviously won't forgive you. You can apologize when Harry goes to you, and not a moment sooner. You're lucky we can't do the same thing to you that we did to Bella."

Edward flinched at the reminder of his ex-girlfriend. He couldn't believe how blind he was.

"Please. All I want is to apologize," Edward persisted.

"Then you can apologize when Harry's ready to hear it."

With that, Draco promptly strutted away. No one hurt his pseudo brother. It was a long day for Edward. Harry had skipped Biology, so Edward couldn't help but worry about him. He hadn't skipped school. His car was in the parking lot next to Draco's motorcycle. So he was just avoiding Edward. The vampire was so worked up, he couldn't even focus in class, not that he needed to.

'I seriously screwed up. What the hell was I thinking? I can't believe I called him that, even after seeing his reaction to Bella. I can't believe I thought I was in love with that girl. I'll never see how I could be so blind. Harry and Draco were only trying to help me, and I went and said those things. I'm such a jerk. I don't deserve Harry, but he more than deserves an apology. Maybe if I'm lucky, I can catch him by his car before he leaves.'

Harry had skipped lunch and Biology, so Edward thought he'd skip gym as well. What he didn't expect was that Harry would show up. They were running the mile, that day. Naturally, Harry used his seeker training, and private intense training with Draco to keep up with Edward. At first, Edward ran slowly, thinking Harry would try not to stand out too much. He was dead wrong. Harry was running to win. He'd seen Edward's reaction to being beat during dodge ball, and Harry wanted the vampire to be frustrated. Nevertheless, Edward kept up with him easily. Vampires could run faster than they were at that moment, but he couldn't risk exposure. All throughout the run, Edward kept trying to talk to Harry, but the wizard wouldn't listen to him. He scarcely noted that they were almost through running, and Harry had hardly broken a sweat!

He and Harry had finished within five minutes. Draco finished a few seconds after them. He didn't like leaving Harry alone with that vampire creep. While everyone got showered and changed, Edward looked for his next chance at talking to Harry.

"Draco, I've got to get the work from Biology. Go home without me."

Yes! Good things do happen to good people! Of course, Edward was talking about Harry. Harry took a longer shower than the other boys, so he got changed last. Edward gave him some privacy and waited for him to change first before confronting him. As soon as Harry finished changing and exited the locker rooms, Edward pinned him against the wall with his arms above his head. There wasn't a hair's breadth between them. They were lucky everyone had already gone home.

"Look, Harry, I'm really sorry about what I said, and I'm not just saying that because of what your relatives said to you. I truly am sorry. No one should be called that. I saw how you reacted when Bella called you that, and I didn't pay attention. I was just mad about finding out what she was really like, and I took that anger out on you. I'm so so sorry. I know you probably won't forgive me just because I said this, but if you do forgive me, do you think we could be friends afterwards? I know that's asking a lot, but won't you please consider it? I'm really really so-"

"EDWARD!"

The vampire was snapped out of his babbling, and looked at Harry. It looked like he's been trying to get his attention for a while. Their faces were so close that their noses were tip to tip. If Edward could've, he would've blushed. Instead, he coughed awkwardly, and took a step away from the wizard. Harry sighed.

"Thank you for apologizing. There's no way in hell I'll forgive you just because of that, but it's a nice start."

"Thank God. So, you won't skip Biology, tomorrow?"

"What? Why would I-? I had a headache earlier, so I went to the nurse. You really think I'd skip a class because I didn't like someone in it?"

"No! Well, maybe. I don't really know you that well. I'd like to change that, though."

"Fine, but only after I forgive you."

Harry walked to his car, and drove away, leaving Edward standing in the hallway, grinning like the cat that got the canary. When he heard Alice yelling from the parking lot, he rushed over to his family, and got in the car.

"So, what's with the grin?" Emmett teased.

"Harry said he'd give me a chance and we'll get to know each other better after he forgives me."

"You mean if he forgives you," Rosalie said.

She didn't like what Draco had told them about Harry. They'd starved him, locked him in a cupboard, called that his room, call him a freak, and who knows what Draco left out? All of the vampires knew Draco didn't tell them everything, but they didn't push him to tell. It was Harry's story to tell, and they were lucky they got that much information out of the blond boy. They all wanted to know who it was the Edward reminded them of, how he died, and how Harry knew the boy. For now, they'd settle with what they had.


Harry was getting annoyed with Edward. He was practically stalking him! Every time the vampire tried apologizing to Harry, he'd ignore it, and walk away. Harry spent the lunch period at a café not far from the school. He'd walked there instead of taking his car. The raven-haired boy knew he wouldn't be able to evade Edward all through lunch if he stayed on campus, and there were no rules about eating off campus for lunch.

Harry didn't pay attention in any of his classes. He was thinking about how truly stupid he and Draco were for what they did to Bella. They didn't regret making Bella look like an insane bitch, but they almost regretted the way they did it. Now, everyone thought that magicians lived in their town. He and Draco had been asked to do a trick for a bunch of people. Every time, they told everyone that they'd rather not do any more magic due to Bella's reaction.

But how could Harry get Edward back for what he said? He couldn't just turn his hair purple and dress him up again. The vampire would just stay home until the effects wore off

While trying to think of a good revenge plan, Harry gave himself a headache. Harry only realized he was supposed to be in biology with Edward when the nurse handed him a bag of ice and told him to lie down. He'd never do something as stupid and cowardly as skipping a class just to avoid someone. If he did that, then he never would've attended his potions class at Hogwarts.

Harry felt better near the end of class, so he decided to go to gym instead of just leaving early. Edward was being almost as annoying as Harry's fangirls used to be. The vampire stayed next to him, or right behind him while they ran the mile. He tried running faster than Edward to get away from him. After a lap, he just started hoping Edward would get tired and have to slow down. Only when they finished did he remember that Edward was a vampire and could've easily run faster and for a longer period of time than Harry.

After class, all of the single shower stalls were full, so Harry had to wait until one of them was open. Draco was lucky and got one of the stalls, so he left on time. Harry normally noticed everything, especially a loud bell ringing in his ears, but Edward distracted him. Seriously, how did that happen? What was so special about the man that Harry lost his edge?

Harry took his time in the shower. The day was just weird. Harry traced his fingers over the scar on his lower back.

'I'm not a freak. I'm not a freak. Draco said I'm not... but all of those other people told me I am... Edward said I am... Wait. Why do I care what Edward thinks? He's just another person, isn't he? I should hate him, shouldn't I? So why do I feel so sad? No! I'm not sad! I'm angry! Merlin, this is confusing. I really should stop listening to my instincts. They get me into all sorts of messes... Then again, they also helped me out a lot... Curse you instincts and your bipolar tendencies!'

With a sigh, Harry stepped out of the showers, and got dressed. He'd just stepped out of the locker room to go to his car when he was pinned to the wall by what seemed like stone. Images of a graveyard flashed through Harry's mind before he opened his eyes and saw not Voldemort, but Edward. Their faces were so close. All one of them would have to do was lean forward a little, and they'd kiss.

"Look, Harry, I'm really sorry about what I said, and I'm not just saying that because of what your relatives said to you."

'So Draco told him? How much do the vampires know? Well, he said 'said' instead of 'did' so I think my secret's safe. But just in case, I'm not giving anything away.'

"I truly am sorry. No one should be called that. I saw how you reacted when Bella called you that, and I didn't pay attention. I was just mad about finding out what she was really like, and I took that anger out on you."

'Wait. So Edward wasn't really mad at me? That's great! Why is that great? I'll think about that later. I'm still mad at him.'

"Edward."

"I'm so so sorry. I know you probably won't forgive me just because I said this, but-"

"Edward!"

"-if you do forgive me, do you think we could be friends afterwards? I know that's asking a lot, but won't you please consider it? I'm really really so-"

"EDWARD!"

The vampire was snapped out of his babbling, and looked at Harry. It looked like he'd only just realized how close they were. Harry was sure that if vampires could blush, Edward would look like a tomato. Instead, he coughed awkwardly, and took a step away from the wizard. Harry sighed.

"Thank you for apologizing. There's no way in hell I'll forgive you just because of that, but it's a nice start."

"Thank God. So, you won't skip Biology, tomorrow?"

"What? Why would I-? I had a headache earlier, so I went to the nurse. You really think I'd skip a class because I didn't like someone in it?"

'Wow. Edward can be really dense, can't he?'

"No! Well, maybe. I don't really know you that well. I'd like to change that, though."

'Well, I suppose since he doesn't really know that much about me, it's alright. If he thinks that again, I'll never forgive him.'

"Fine, but only after I forgive you."

Having had enough of Edward for the day, Harry strutted out of the building, and drove away in his Miada. He scarcely noted that the Cullens were still waiting in their car, and Alice was smirking at him.

Harry drove to his house, then trained alone in the training room for a while. He needed to burn off some steam and think about some things. Draco left him a text, saying he was at the beach. Harry took another shower. As he strolled to the kitchen to make dinner, he noticed five boys sitting in his and Draco's living room, only one of which was blond.


Draco decided that that particular day would be great for a walk on the beach. He'd thought that a lot, lately. When he reached his usual place, he saw Jacob and his pack sitting in the sand.

"Hello."

"Hey, Draco."

"Hey, why don't you just appear here?" Quil said.

"Excuse me?"

"You know that thing you always do when you leave? Why don't you just do that to get here?" Embry said.

"It's called apparating, and if I apparated everywhere then I'd just be lazy."

"Oh."

"So, where do you live?" Jacob asked.

"About a mile down the beach, then head into the forest." Draco said.

"Can we go there?" Quil said like a puppy.

"I don't see why not, but if I tell you to do something, then you'll listen to me." Draco said.

"Why?"

"If you don't, you won't make it to my house." Draco said.

With that, all five boys strolled to Draco's home. Occasionally, Draco would tell them to stop, or look for something. The final time they stopped, Draco told them to look for a large black house. When they all finally found the house, the shapeshifters gawked.

"Sorry if it's a bit small."

"Small? That place is huge! How big was your last home?"

Draco looked sad. The closest place he had to a home was Hogwarts, and that was where nearly everyone hated him. He couldn't even be himself there unless it was just him and Harry.

"Uh, sorry. Forget I asked."

"Don't worry about it. Let's go inside."

As soon as Draco entered the house, Winky appeared.

"Welcome home, Master Draco. Can Winky get anything for Master Draco and his guests?"

The shapeshifters yelled loudly. They'd never seen a creature like that! Jacob rushed between Draco and Winky like a shield.

"Jacob, it's alright. This is Winky, my house elf. She's harmless."

"House elf?"

"Yes. Would you like to come in so I don't have to explain this on the porch?" Draco chuckled.

"Uh, right."

The five of them walked into the living room. Jacob, Draco, and Paul sat on the couch, while Embry and Quil sat in the two love seats.

"Winky, would you mind getting us some drinks?"

"Yes, Master Draco."

Winky popped away, then popped back a second later with five drinks – one tea, and four colas. Draco took the tea, and stared at the others.

"It's not poisoned. It's just soda."

The shapeshifters blushed, and each took a can.

"Does Master Draco need anything else?"

"Is Harry home?"

"Yes. Harry is in the training room. Harry looked worried when he came home. Harry didn't even call Winky or Dobby."

"Don't worry about him. He'll be fine. I'm sure when Harry comes to make dinner, he'll ask you and Dobby to help."

"Really Master Draco?"

"Yes. Now, when Harry is done in the training room, would you and Dobby mind cleaning up the mess?"

"Of course, Master Draco! It'd be a pleasure!"

"Thank you. That'll be all." Draco said.

Winky popped out of the room, leaving the five alone.

"So... House elves?" Jacob said.

"Right. They're odd little creatures. They're like butlers, only most refuse to be paid. Dobby and Winky are the only elves I know that let us pay them for their work, and even then we had to beg them to let us do it. House elves love it when you give them work, but no one really knows why. I think it's because a lot of their owners are abusive, and they just want to prove themselves. Dobby and Winky were abused."

"Who would harm a house elf like that?" Jacob said.

"Winky belonged to Bartemius Crouch, the former Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Winky doesn't like heights, but Barty made her sit in the Minister's box during the Quidditch World Cup."

"The what?" Paul said.

"It's a sport played on broomsticks. Harry and I will have to show you sometime."

"What about Dobby's former master?"

"Dobby used to serve my family," Draco said like it pained him.

"What?"

"My father, Lucius, is a Pureblood supremacist. He thought all creatures, especially house elves, were beneath us. He gave all of them extra punishments, but he was worse on Dobby. I'm not sure why, though. House elves think getting clothes is the worst possible punishment because giving a house elf clothes means freeing them, so Lucius would constantly threaten them with that. Dobby and Winky are different, now. They collect clothes. Since they're free elves, and choose to serve Harry and I without bonding to us, it's alright if we give them clothes. It's actually a reward for them."

"So your family freed Dobby?"

"Not on purpose. During our second year at Hogwarts, there was a basilisk set loose in the school, and it was petrifying students. Lucius was responsible for that, but no one could ever prove it. At the end of the year, after everyone was returned to normal, Harry put a sock in the diary responsible for what happened that year, and gave it to Lucius. Dobby was with Lucius at the time, so he threw the diary at him. He didn't realize there was a sock in it, but he still gave Dobby clothes. When Lucius realized that, he tried killing Harry, but Dobby saved him. He threw Lucius all the way down the hall, and down a flight of steps. It's a shame he lived."

"Why are you so mad at him? It can't just be because of the house elves and trying to kill Harry."

"If... If I'd stayed there during the summer, Lucius would've made me join a group of bad wizards."

"What kind of bad wizards?" Embry said.

"Does it matter? The point is: Draco's here, and he's not a bad wizard," Jacob said confidently.

"You really think so?"

"Of course." Jacob said.

He gave Draco a sideways hug, which the blond gladly leaned into. They spent the next few hours talking about magic and La Push. Draco nearly laughed at Harry's expression when he passed by. He looked absolutely gobsmacked, which was a rare thing for the green-eyed teen.

"Dr-Draco? Care to explain the guests?"

"Oh, yeah. This is Jacob, Paul, Embry, and Quil. They're the shapeshifters I told you about."

That seemed to calm Harry down. Draco wasn't one to bring home strangers, and if he did, he was either Imperio'd, or it was someone polyjuiced as Draco that managed to get past the Fidelius Charm. Harry was glad that Draco brought home friends.

"Hey, are you two really that magically strong? Draco said only strong people can do wandless magic," Quil said.

Harry looked at Draco with a raised eyebrow.

"You sure have loose lips when it comes to them. Is it Jacob or Paul? I know you won't date anyone childish," Harry teased.

Draco turned an interesting shade of pink, because Draco's don't turn red.

"It's neither of them! I just happen to like talking to them about magic. That's all."

Harry looked pointedly at Jacob's arm, which was wrapped around Draco's waist. The blond blushed more, and quickly moved the offending arm away from him.

"Have I ever told you how cute you are when you blush like that?" Harry said in a sultry voice as he bent forward a little.

"Oh shut up before I hex you."

"You can't hex me. I'm making dinner for you and your friends."

"That just means I can't do anything to impair your movement until you're done cooking."

"No, but I can certainly petrify you all I want until dinner. Just be careful what you tell the wolves."

"Like I could ever make a mistake."

"Right. Sorry, your highness. Note to self: Draco's can make no mistake. I'll remember that during your next science test."

"Hey! I do just fine in science!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Harry laughed as he went to the kitchen.

The shapeshifters heard two pops in there a few seconds later, and assumed Winky and Dobby entering the kitchen.

"You guys really don't have to make dinner for us," Jacob said nervously.

"You'd better let Harry cook for you. Otherwise, he'll feel insulted and have to hex you the next time he sees you."

"Well, we don't wanna be a burden."

"It's fine."

Dinner was a generally quiet affair for the first half of the meal. The shapeshifters dug into the hamburgers that Harry and the house elves had made for them. Jacob was the one that asked the ever important question.

"Hey, Draco? You said Black wasn't your original name. Why'd you choose Black?"

Both wizards looked sullen.

"I was actually the one that chose our names. Draco's mother was a Black before she married, and my godfather was a Black, but he died a year ago. I figured if we borrowed his name, he'd be happy. Sirius always was a bit vane," Harry said.

"So his name's Sirius Black? That's odd. We have one of those on the reservation. He just suddenly appeared there a little under a year ago."

Harry choked on the water he was drinking. Draco patted him on the back while looking at Jacob, stunned.

"What does he look like?"

"Uh, curly black hair, grey eyes, moustache and beard. He sorta looked like he'd been in a fight."

"That's him! That's my godfather! He's alive! Where is he?"

"On the Rez."

"Harry, we can't go see him tonight," Draco said sternly.

"What? Why not?" Harry whined.

"It's late. By the time we get there, he'll probably be asleep."

"Oh. Right."

"Jacob, do you mind if we go to the reservation tomorrow after school?"

"Of course. I'll pick you up."

"Thank you."

Once the shapeshifters left, Harry and Draco got ready for bed. Harry was excited to finally find his long-thought-dead godfather, but Draco was dreading it. Sirius was bound to hate him. All he would see was Lucius' son, not Draco. Tomorrow would be stressful.


That's it. End of the chapter. I'll probably update less frequently from now on since I'm working on two or three other stories, one which I will NEVER post but will help keep my sanity, and the others I won't post for a while if I post them at all. Again, sorry for the long wait. Read and review.