Right, before you read this, I'd just like to tell you how sorry I am for such a late post. I got caught up in a story that may or may not be posted in the distant future, so I forgot about this story... for four days. Again, sorry. This chapter is dedicated to ThomasNealy for giving me such a great idea for a later chapter. Read and Review.

'Thoughts'

"Talking"

Flashback/Writing

Parseltongue


Harry sat in Biology, ignoring Edward completely, tapping his foot impatiently. This, of course, did not go unnoticed by Edward. Unfortunately, Harry didn't seem to hear him when he tried getting his attention, as opposed to the previous day where he heard him, but didn't answer. Eventually, he just gave up. Maybe Draco would tell him what was wrong with Harry. When the bell rang, Harry rushed to gym. Did Edward do something wrong again? No way. It was impossible. They hadn't talked all day. Was that was he was mad about? It couldn't be. Edward had tried talking to Harry, but the boy seemed to be off in his own little world.

Edward observed Harry through gym He still looked impatient. He remembered the conversation between Harry and Draco during lunch.

~Flashback~

"Come on Draco. Can't we just skip school today? We'll just say we're sick."

"No. We're staying."

"But I wanna see Sirius."

"No, Harry. It might not even be Black."

"How can you say that?"

"Look, just... don't get your hopes up, okay? No one's ever come out of the Veil alive."

"Can't I just hope that something good will happen to me? Just this once?"

Draco didn't say anything. The rest of lunch was spent in silence.

~End Flashback~

That Sirius person must be pretty important if Harry's this impatient to see him. But who was Sirius to Harry? A friend? A boyfriend? It had to be his boyfriend. Edward had no issues with homosexuality, and he really didn't want to fight with Harry again, but for some reason, he really didn't like that Sirius guy. Alice said Harry would be his mate, right? That means Harry would end up with him, not Sirius. Then again, Alice's visions could always change. No! He couldn't let that happen!

As Harry headed for his car, Edward stopped him. Harry looked towards his car longingly. Of course, he was meeting his boyfriend, but that wouldn't stop Edward from at least trying.

"Look, Edward, can we talk later? I'm in a bit of a hurry."

"I just wanted to ask if you would like to go to the movies with me."

"Not today."

"Why not?"

"I'm going to meet someone."

Harry tried moving past the vampire, but was reminded of how strong vampires were.

"Who?"

Harry glared at Edward.

"That's none of your business, Cullen. Let go of before I show you what magic can do to a vampire."

Draco walked over and grabbed Harry's arm gently.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go get Sirius. I know how much it's been killing you to be away from him."

Harry nodded before Draco led him to the parking lot. Jacob was already waiting there for them. They all piled into Harry's Miada since Draco left his bike at home that day. He was starting to regret that decision. It would've been nice to feel Jacob's hard abs on his back, or wrap his arms around the wolf's chest, pulled flush against his body as they raced down the streets.

Draco tried hiding his blush from Jacob, but the shapeshifter saw it anyway. He thought it was cute. He wondered what the boy would look like writhing under him.

'No! Bad thoughts! Go away! Concentrate on the task at hand! Draco doesn't even like me. I'm going to have to change that soon. I don't think I'll be able to last much longer if my imprint won't like me.'

Jacob concentrated on giving Harry directions from the passenger seat. He directed them to a garage where a man in a wheel chair stared at them. He had long black hair, and was as dark as the shapeshifters, but the wizards knew he couldn't be one of them. He had aged. Jacob got out of the car with Harry and Draco.

"Hey, dad. These are my friends, Harry and Draco."

"Billy Black. Nice to meet you, boys. What brings you here?"

"We're here to see Sirius. We know someone similar that... disappeared a few months ago, and we wanted to see if it was him," Draco said.

"Sirius! You've got visitors!"

"Really? Who'd visit me?" A man said as he walked out of the garage.

He may have been covered in oil and grease, but Harry could recognize that curly black hair and gray eyes anywhere. Draco hid behind Jacob. As soon as Sirius laid eyes on Harry, his grin widened, and he hugged the teenager.

"Harry! Oh, I missed you so much. What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question."

"It's the funniest thing. One minute, I'm fighting in the Department of Mysteries, then all of a sudden, I'm in America. What happened?"

"Bellatrix blast you through the Veil. We thought you were dead until now. Everyone wondered why the goblins wouldn't read your will."

"I caused all that trouble?"

"It's wanted trouble. Dumbledore looked really stressed when the goblins didn't do what he said."

"What do you have against Dumbledore? He's a great man."

"Then Voldemort must be a hero. Dumbledore used money from my vaults to pay Weasley and Granger to be my friends. He used the same money to fund Weasellette's love potions."

"Those bastards. When I get my hands on them, I'll kill them."

"I missed you," Harry said, hugging his godfather.

"Draco, aren't you going to say hello to your friend?" Billy asked.

Harry stiffened.

"Draco?"

The blond boy reluctantly moved into Sirius' view. The man growled, and placed himself between the boys.

"You little traitor! What are you doing with Harry? Did you kidnap him?"

"Sirius!" Harry yelled.

He cuffed the man on the back of the head, and glared at him.

"Draco is my friend. He's the one I went to when I had problems since the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He's the reason we're here. He's not evil."

"Just look at his father!"

"Just look at yours! You didn't turn out bad, despite your home life! The whole reason we came here was to get away from all the shit. Draco's parents were about to make him become a Death Eater, but he chose to leave before that could happen. Dad and Remus gave you a chance, didn't they? Why not give Draco one?"

"Because you hate each other! You've been enemies since you met each other!"

"You would've hated Dad and Remus if they turned down your friendship because they thought you were evil, wouldn't you?"

Sirius sighed and looked at the ground.

"Apologize."

"I'm sorry."

"Sirius-"

"Draco, I'm sorry I yelled at you and thought you were evil and kidnapped Harry. It was wrong of me to jump to conclusions like that."

"Good Padfoot."

"But that doesn't mean I'll automatically trust you with my or Harry's lives."

"That's alright. I don't trust you, either. You're an escaped convict."

"I'm sorry, but what?" Jacob said.

"Sirius is innocent. His friend framed him for the death of my parents. Dumbledore could've gotten him out, but he didn't. Can't you two at least pretend to get along?"

"Fine."

"Only for you, pup."

"Thank you."

"Well, that sure was an interesting reunion."

"I'll say. What's a Death Eater?"

"Someone who follows Voldemort."

"Voldemort?"

"A dark wizard."

"I'm sorry, but did you just say wizard?" Billy said.

Sirius flinched.

"You... you really didn't tell him? How have you survived without magic? Even Harry and I use it at home."

"You're joking, right?"

"Dad, they're telling the truth. The others and I have seen it. They knew what we are as soon as we met."

"Well, strange things have been happening since Sirius got here. We'll have to inform Sam and the elders about this."

"So much for the statute," Sirius grumbled.

"America's ministry is a lot more lax than England's. Jacob and his pack aren't technically muggles we can't get in trouble. Billy already knows about shapeshifters and vampires, so it's safe for him to know about wizards," Draco said.

"I love having a politician's son as a friend."

"A necessity for every Harry."

"Wait, we have vampires?"

"You haven't left the reservation since you got here. The Cullens aren't allowed on our land due to the treaty," Billy said.

"Treaty? What did they do to warrant that?" Draco said.

"When my grandfather was still alive, and the leader of our pack, the Cold Ones came here feeding on the wolves in the area. They made a treaty that day. The Cullens aren't allowed to turn or attack a human, and they're not allowed to step foot on our land."

"There were no shapeshifters until those leeches showed up," Jacob said.

"Why do you hate them? They've done nothing wrong, have they? Did the Cullens ever break the treaty?" Draco said.

"Well, no."

"Then there should be no problem between you. You're just as bad as Sirius if you hate the Cullens just because they're vampires."

"You don't seem to like them either, Draco."

"I just hate Edward, and I have a good reason for that."

"And what reason would that be?" Sirius said.

Harry quickly covered Draco's mouth with his hands.

"It's nothing. The problem has been solved. Draco just likes to hold a grudge."

"Harry, what did he do to you?"

"Does our reunion have to be this depressing?"

"Fine. I'll let it drop for now."

"When do you get off work?"

"A few hours. Why?"

"We need to catch up."

"I'm afraid we'll need to have a meeting before you can go anywhere. Sirius, we're closing the garage early."

"Uh, okay."

"If the Elders let you stay, then I'll give you the rest of the day off to spend with Harry here."

"Really? Yes! Let's go!"

Harry chuckled. He really missed Sirius' child-like personality. He wondered how the man survived without doing at least one prank on the Reservation. The man is a Marauder, after all. Maybe Azkaban did more damage to Sirius than Harry originally thought? No, that couldn't be right. Harry just wasn't giving his godfather enough credit. He was no idiot. Sirius was at least a little responsible. He wouldn't pull any pranks if it meant breaking the Statute of Secrecy. Sirius was an Auror at one point before his fraudulent arrest.

Once Billy finished closing the garage with Sirius, they headed to one of the buildings that Sirius had never been before. It looked like everyone else was already there. There were a bunch of elderly people, as well as Jacob's close friends, and a few other shapeshifters that the wizards hadn't met yet. Most people would've felt uncomfortable under all the stares the three wizards were getting, but they were all used to those kinds of condescending looks. Jacob and Billy sat down with their respective groups.

"These are the wizards?"

"Yes, we are, and we would greatly appreciate it if you didn't speak like we aren't here," Harry said.

"How do we know they're really wizards? They might've just done a few magic tricks after Jacob revealed us to them. He would've believed it," A shapeshifter said.

"I actually figured it out on my own, then told Harry."

"I assure you, these aren't simple illusions," Sirius said.

"Of course you'd say that. If you told us the truth, it would ruin the illusion." The shapeshifter said.

"You're abusing your power as the pack Alpha," Harry said flatly.

He really didn't like abuse of power. Minister Fudge and Albus Dumbledore let the power go to their heads, making them think they're invincible. Harry hoped this person didn't become corrupted by his power.

"So Jake told you about that too, did he?"

"No. He doesn't have to tell us. It's quite obvious. You're talking badly about him, but he's done nothing to retaliate. I actually feel sorry for him if he has to take orders from someone as inconsiderate as you," Draco said.

The shapeshifter growled, and lunged at the wizards. Sirius reached for his wand, but before he could do anything, a shield was erected between him and the shapeshifter. Sirius stared at the boys in awe. They didn't even pull out their wands! He looked around for the owl that would surely come from the Ministry, if not the American wizard government. Sirius wasn't quite sure how the American Ministry worked.

"They're not going to send anyone. We got emancipated when we realized what Dumbledore was doing, so the trace on our wands is gone," Harry said.

"That and it was wandless magic, so they wouldn't be able to trace us anyway."

"What did you just do?"

"Sam, calm down! You attacked them first," Billy said.

"Now do you believe us, or do we have to turn your hair blue like we did with Jacob's group?" Harry said.

"You truly are the son of a Marauder."

"You should've seen what he did to the Cullens and Bella," Draco chuckled.

"What did you do to Bella?" Jacob growled.

"We think it's in your best interest if you let us obliviate her."

"Remove some of her memories," Harry elaborated.

"Why?"

"Harry and I recognize her kind anywhere. She'll pretend to be your friend until she gets what she wants. We didn't do what she wanted when she asked to see more magic, so she started yelling at us. She called Harry a freak twice. We gave her a truth serum during school and the principal heard what Bella called Harry. She started yelling about how we were wizards and the Cullens who she love so much are vampires."

"Wouldn't that truth serum force her to tell the truth?" Jacob asked.

"Only if you're asked a direct question. Besides, she started bashing Edward's religion. We may not believe in the same things as he does, but that doesn't mean we'll ridicule him for it."

"No way. Bella would never do that."

"I'm assuming she knows about your little group as well. Tell me, did she suddenly become more interested in you after she found out?"

"N-no."

"Do not try to lie to me, Jacob. We won't be erasing all of her memories, just the ones of you being shapeshifters, and the Cullens being vampires. Witches and Wizards use it all the time on muggles-"

"Non-magical people."

"-and there have never been any problems."

"Unless the spell is used numerous times."

"But we'll only be doing it once! There will be no harm done," Draco said, glaring at Harry for interrupting him twice.

"How do we know this will work?" One of the elders asked.

"I'll do it. I used to have to obliviate people when I worked for the Ministry."

"Actually, we'll only have to do it if she isn't sent to a loony bin. If she's smart enough, she'll lie to the officers and won't bother us again, but if she does that, we won't be taking any chances. We'll obliviate her whether you let us or not. You can't watch over her all the time," Harry said.

"And how can we trust you? What if someone actually believed her?"

"They wouldn't. It was her word against ours. She had no proof. No one will find out about us, I assure you. We've placed muggle repelling charms, a Fidelius Charm, and plenty of other wards around our house and some of the forest. We could do the same for your territory to make sure no one sees you while you're in your wolf forms," Draco said.

"Is that why we had to keep stopping when we first went to your house?" Jacob said.

"Yes. Sam underestimates the risk we went through to make sure everyone saw what kind of person Bella is. Draco and I are runaways in a town where everyone knows everything about each other."

"I was the son of a politician high up in the British Ministry, and I was about to be inducted into a... very bad group by Lucius. I suppose you could compare it to the mafia. Lucius was the right-hand man to their leader, the man who started a war going on in our world that started long before Harry and I were born."

"Ha! So you are a Death Eater!"

"Sirius, shut up! Draco's the one that convinced me to leave all that shit behind! Or do you just not trust my judgment?"

"But what about Ron and Hermione?"

"They were paid by Dumbledore using my own money to befriend me. Ginny was making love potions to give me. Draco bought me a charm bracelet that would neutralize most poisons and potions. If it couldn't neutralize something, it'd glow a bright red that only Draco and I would be able to see. I can't believe you'd even think like that considering what Pettigrew did to you! You spent thirteen years in Azkaban for something he did! Everyone thought you were dark! They still do! Draco and I are like you and dad – best friends no matter what anyone says."

Sirius looked guilty. Harry was right. Sirius came from a family just as dark as the Malfoys, but instead of doing dark magic like he was taught, Sirius used strictly what the world considered light magic. Draco was just like him, only he had to go through all of the ridicule and nearly became a Death Eater. Sirius would have to make up for that when he got the chance.

"We haven't heard of a war."

"You also haven't heard of wizards. You guys are probably lucky you only knew of the muggle world. In the wizarding world, you would've been treated as less than garbage. You wouldn't be able to find a job, everyone would hate you, if something goes wrong, it'll automatically be your fault, whether it was possible for you or not," Harry said.

"Sort of like you?" Draco said.

"Exactly like me."

"But you're not a shapeshifter, are you?" Jacob asked.

"No, but my situation is similar. In my second year, it was revealed that I'm a Parselmouth, which means I can talk to snakes. A basilisk was running lose in the school, paralyzing students, so as soon as everyone found out about my ability, they turned on me – called me the next Dark Lord."

"Sorry about that."

"It's alright. You didn't know what would happen. Parseltongue is considered a dark language because all snake speakers before me were evil. The current dark lord, Lord Voldemort, is a turns on me every couple of years, and as soon as my name is cleared, they act like they've done nothing wrong, and they expect me to instantly forgive their sorry arses. Last year, I decided that I'd had enough of the constant betrayals, but I didn't want to leave Draco behind, so I stayed with him until he told me what his father and Lord Voldemort were planning for him."

Sensing Harry's mood, Draco interrupted him before he could go on. He didn't want anyone to know too much about either of their personal lives.

"We're not here to discuss our pasts, though. Harry and I came here for a fresh start, which is why we left our names behind and became Blacks."

"Wait a minute. You took on my name?"

"Well, we figured you'd probably like it. You're my godfather and Draco is your cousin, so there were no problems. Anyway, do you guys trust us or not? If you don't, we'll just obliviate you."

There was a brief pause where all of the village elders looked at each other, and nodded.

"We trust you," Billy finally said.

"Well I don't!" Sam yelled.

Harry glared at the man.

"Sam, you need to open your eyes. Let me tell you something that happened a while ago. During our fourth year at Hogwarts, the magic school we went to, I was forced into a tournament with a high death toll that only those seventeen or older were allowed to compete in. Everyone turned on me because they thought I cheated when someone snuck my name onto the competitor's list. The first task was to get past a dragon. The second task was to rescue one of my so-called friends from mermaids. They're a lot stronger than you think. The third task was to get through a maze filled with deadly creatures that could've easily killed me. When I got to the center, I saw the Goblet of Fire, the goal of the tournament. A friend of mine and a competitor in the tournament, Cedric, grabbed it at the same time as I did. It was a portkey, something we use to travel far distances in a short amount of time. It took us to a muggle graveyard where Lord Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew were waiting."

Harry had to take a deep breath and think about what to say next. He didn't want to give too much away or they'd figure out what he was supposed to do for the world, and try to send him back to Britain.

"Voldemort's body was destroyed when I was one, but thanks to a special type of magic, his soul wandered the earth until he'd created a body for himself. It was no bigger than a baby and he could hardly do any magic at the time. The reason for him entering me in the tournament was so he could meet me outside of Hogwarts. He couldn't enter the school due to the wards. Pettigrew tied me to a statue, and used my blood in a ritual to give Voldemort his body back. After that, we dueled and I managed to get the Goblet and escape with Cedric."

"What's this got to do with anything?"

"You'll see. Just let him finish," Draco growled.

He didn't like hearing about the Tri-Wizard Tournament. It reminded him of everything he did to Harry that year, and those memories reminded him of the years before.

"When we returned to the tournament, everyone cheered until they saw the state Cedric and I were in. I told them Voldemort was back, but the Minister, Cornelius Fudge, told me I was a liar. For the next year, while Voldemort gathered his Death Eaters and became stronger, Fudge sent his undersecretary, Dolores Umbridge, to Hogwarts as the defense teacher to shut me up. She used blood quills on most of the students. When you write with one, it uses your own blood and makes a scar on your hand of whatever you wrote. They're illegal, but Fudge decided that as long as I stopped telling everyone the truth, it was fine. He used his connections to make the newspapers print lies about me and lessen my credibility. When Voldemort finally showed himself, Fudge looked like an incompetent idiot. He ruined a teenager's life for an entire year because he wanted everyone to feel peace while their homes were being destroyed. That's exactly what you're doing right now. I'm not telling you to believe everything you're told, but at least look past your bigoted views when the facts are laid out in front of you. We're not going to hurt you as long as you don't hurt us."

"You trusted me just fine until you found out I'm a wizard. The fact that I can do magic only means that I can help you in situations that would normally be out of your control, like when Bella found out your secret, or when hunters see you in your wolf forms and try to kill you."

Sam growled.

"Fine, I'll give you a chance, but if you do anything to hurt my pack, you'll regret it."

"We promise to never intentionally hurt your pack unless they do something to warrant our anger," Harry said.

Sam nodded reluctantly. He had to at least give them a form of protection in case one of his pack members lost control. He knew Paul had a bad temper.

"Well, this went well. No one called you a freak this time," Draco said carelessly.

Harry tensed, and the blond paled, realizing what he said.

"Harry, I'm so sorry."

"Who called you that?" Sirius growled.

"Edward Cullen and Bella Swan," Harry said quietly, looking at the ground.

Sirius continued to growl until he turned into a shaggy black dog. Everyone in the room, bar Draco and Harry, were stunned. They had no idea the man could do that! Draco knew because Harry told him during their fifth year. Harry quickly knelt down and hugged the growling dog.

"Siri, it's okay. He was just mad because I cost him his girlfriend. He regrets what he said. We're friends, now. It doesn't matter. Siri, it's okay."

After a few minutes of Harry calming the man down, he turned back into a human and returned the hug.

"Fine, but I still don't like that guy."

"Neither do I," Draco said.

"How did you do that? You're not a member of our tribe," Sam said.

"No, I'm not. In the wizarding world, I'm considered an animagus. It's an extremely difficult skill to master and it takes years of hard work and practice."

"And yet you and the Marauders still managed to do it in your Hogwarts years."

"If that's all, we'll be going. Billy promised Siri he could have the rest of the day off if you guys accepted us," Harry said, standing up and brushing the dirt off of his jeans.

Sirius did the same thing, and waved the men and teenagers goodbye while following his godson and Draco to their car. The day had been long, but he got to see his favorite Harry again, even if he didn't like Draco at first. Harry set him straight, though. As they drove through Forks, trying to find a decent restaurant, not a single one of them noticed the man staring at them before he disappeared into thin air.


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