A/N: Don't expect the updates to come this quickly all the time, but I felt like everything has been really boring so far and I really just felt like you guys deserved more. Anyway, Bella is going to call Hadrian her brother because there really isn't a better term and so Charlie might refer to him as his son. Because he is, for lack of a better word. I feel like typing 'cousin's kid' every time would be awkward.

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse and torture, Slash

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Raven1493: I will hopefully be able to update once a week. Maybe more often, as you have seen here. I have a ton of school work though, and as I'm a huge procrastinator, that means that I'm always busy. I'm perpetually behind schedule.

EDIT:::This is the second edited chapter.

Harry was startled out of his thoughts when a soft hand tapped him on the shoulder.

"Are you sure you don't need anything, sir?" The lady asked. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight bun and her inquiry seemed earnest.

"I'm sure. Thank you." Harry said politely. He saw the stewardess nod her head and walk back down the aisle and into the room hidden behind curtains. The sky was starting to get dark, turning the clouds into a dark grey color. The lights of the cities below him were long gone, though he was sure they were over the ocean by now.

A sigh escaped him as he looked to the two empty seats next to him. In someways he was glad they hadn't been filled, but part of him wished they had. He'd been fine in the beginning, but now that they were seven hours into the flight he was starting to grow restless. He'd managed a nap sometime between the first offer for drinks and the most recent one, but he wasn't sure for how long.

He'd not thought to pack a book or a sketchbook to entertain himself during the flight. The old couple that was sitting across the aisle from him had attempted conversation once or twice, but he'd done a poor job of maintaining it, especially since they seemed most interested in the personal details of his life.

He turned his head back to the window and saw a flash of his reflection before his eyes focused to look beyond the glass. He thought he saw a bird, but quickly dismissed the thought. The plane was much higher than birds could manage.

The thought of birds brought his mind back to Hedwig who was being held by the Weasley's until he got to America. He'd been told he wasn't allowed to send letters to friends or other members of the wizarding community, but the thought of not having Hedwig with him was more than he was willing to deal with.

The Weasleys hadn't specified when they were going to send her, but he knew Hedwig would arrive eventually and that was enough for him.

"Sweetie?" Harry looked up and saw that the elderly lady who had introduced herself as Maggie had moved to his aisle seat.

"Yes?" He shifted so his body was angled towards her, but a feeling of discomfort crept up the back of his spine and settled in his chest.

"You looked lonely so I decided to talk to you while my husbands asleep." She smiled at him and he felt a flush of embarrassment come to his face. People inviting themselves into his own personal business was something he was used to, but he hadn't expected it from a muggle who had no idea who he was.

"Oh." He mumbled.

"So, where are you headed?" She asked, making herself comfortable. Harry felt the suspicion he had when he first met her flare up inside of him, but answered in spite of himself.

"Forks," He knew it was reckless, but he was still angry at his situation and couldn't bring himself to care.

"Really?" The woman seemed genuinely excited and it was in that moment that Harry regretted telling her. "We live there! Martin and I were born and raised in Forks. A lovely town, really."

"Oh." Harry mumbled, trying to generate enough energy so as not to come off as rude. "Do you like it?"

"Well of course! Why would we've stayed so long if we hadn't?" She asked. Harry had a feeling it was a rhetorical question, so refrained from answering. Especially since he wasn't particularly interested. "It rains a lot, but the people are very kind. Who are you visiting?"

Harry stiffened a bit, but he saw the woman's face and knew she was genuinely curious for nosy, but not malicious reasons.

"The Swans." He said. The lady's eyes once again lit up and he found himself curious, though he tried not to show it.

"Charlie Swan is the Sheriff." She said. "He's got a little girl named Bella, about your age I think." The woman said before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper, "Her parents are divorced. Her mother stole her from Charlie, poor man. Now that the woman doesn't want Bella anymore she sent the poor child back to her father."

Harry wasn't sure how much of that he could believe. The growing similarities between this woman and his aunt were starting to make him uncomfortable.

"Oh." He said, willing the subject to change.

"Is that all you know how to say dear? 'Oh'?" The woman was looking at him imploringly, and Harry felt his irritation rise at her condescending tone.

"Sorry. No." He responded, dodging her gaze by looking at his hands. The scar on the back of his left hand shown brightly in the lighting, but he'd gotten over the urge to cover it. He supposed he would start to have to, though, now that he was out of the wizarding world where everyone knew what Umbridge did to the students.

"What are you visiting for? It's the middle of the school year, you know." Harry had to suppress the urge to snap at the woman. She was starting to treat him as if he was a child.

"Family issues." He responded shortly, feigning politeness. The woman seemed to believe it, though he knew she was going to ask for more details. "Look, i'm sort of tired."

"Oh, I'll let you get to sleep then. Have a good nap!" Harry was relieved at how easy it was to get her to go away, and quickly shifted himself so he was looking out the window again. He watched the clouds go by, and eventually let his eyes fall closed.

Bella followed her father into the crowded baggage claim section of the airport. She ignored the family with the crying child and the old man who was wandering around aimlessly in favor of trying to keep up with her fathers brisk pace.

A few days prior she'd been told that a boy named Hadrian would be living with them for a little while because he was having some kind of family issue, but that was about it. Her father had mentioned that they were related through his cousin Lily Evans, but that didn't change anything for her; he was still a stranger.

When she'd talked to Jacob about it he'd wondered if she was angry at the short notice, but she wasn't. She was surprised, but she wasn't overly concerned about the boy.

She was curious though, as to who he was and what he was like.

She pulled herself out of her thoughts and noticed that she'd lost sight of her father. Feeling a tightening in her chest, that was more from frustration than anxiety, she looked around the room in search of the familiar dark brown hair and flannel shirt of her father.

"Over here!" She turned her head and felt her lips tilt upward in relief when she caught sight of Charlie waving her over. She quickly pushed herself through the crowd, doing her best not to touch anybody, until she reached her father. "He should be here soon."

Bella nodded her head, as she watched a group of people walk in from the gates. She caught sight of a few little kids, a few elderly people and a couple of teenagers. A few british accents could be heard, but most people seemed to be returning home.

"Hadrian?" She whipped her head around at the sound of her father's voice and quickly took notice of the boy who had somehow managed to arrive without her noticing. She quickly took time to analyze the boy; his bright green eyes were his most notable feature, standing out against his pale skin and dark hair. He was dressed in plain jeans and a t-shirt so she couldn't see much of his personality. He left arm had a concerning vertical scar along the wrist and the hand that was wrapped around the handle of his large duffle bag had scars that looked to be words of some sort scratched onto the back of it.

She threw a glance at her father, but the man either didn't notice or was pretending not to.

The boy nodded his head and threw and awkward sort of smile at them. "Yes."

She saw her father shuffle around awkwardly before making a noncommittal hand gesture that showed that they were to follow him.

She walked behind Hadrian and noticed that he was extremely thin and shorter than she was. Despite this, he looked to be in good shape as wiry muscles were visible in his back, arms and legs.

"So Hadrian, how was your flight?" Charlie asked. She saw the boy straighten up, but continue walking nonetheless.

"Tiring," The boy said after a moment, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. His british accent was strong, but it wasn't so strong that it was hard to understand.

"I figured it would be. The time change and all." Bella saw the boy nod in agreement, but the conversation dissolved into an uncomfortable silence after that.

Harry eyed the squad car hesitantly. He remembered the lady on the plane telling him that Charlie Swan was the sheriff, but he hadn't anticipated that the man would drive around in it off duty. He also wasn't fond of being seen in the back seat of a police car; drawing attention to himself was the last thing he needed.

"You can just put that in the back." Charlie said, clicking open the turn of the car. Harry nodded in acknowledgement and removed his duffle bag and backpack from his shoulders before placing them in the trunk. "Is that all?"

"Yes," He responded, stepping back as the man closed the trunk.

"Both of you can sit in the back." Charlie said, moving to the driver's door and stepping inside. The girl moved to get in the car on the opposite side, leaving him to awkwardly clamber into the backseat behind his temporary guardian.

Harry met the family. What'll happen next?

Sorry I'm a dork. Anyway I hope you enjoyed. Sorry for any grammar mistakes I made. Or spelling, but I had spell check on so hopefully there aren't too many.

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