CHAPTER 4:

A/N: Hello everyone! Chapter four. I had to do some serious editing on this one because writing from certain people's POV was extremely difficult, *cough*Edward*cough*. I hope you all are enjoying it so far. I really appreciate the feedback I get each chapter and for those of you that reviewed I hope you can see the changes I made based on your suggestions. I'm still beta-less but I am searching. Hopefully I'll have one soon.

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-Oh also in response to your review in chapter two, yes Harry is 16 and no. I mean I don't know the legal work around thing, but I'm going with no in the matter of the legal age being 18 in America. Even if that would technically stop him, he's a wizard and not technically a citizen.

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EDIT:::Chapter 4

Edward watched his family interact with little interest. Rosalie and Emmett were discussing one thing or another, and Carlisle and Esme were exchanging stories of what all had occurred that day. Jasper was staring intently at Alice who looked lost in thought, which was the only marginally interesting thing that was occurring because whenever Alice was lost in thought it always came with the possibility of a vision.

Granted, most visions were of little to none importance, but it was interesting nonetheless.

He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck before lounging further into the couch. He was unsure as to why Carlisle and Esme insisted on family time, but while he was acting as their son he decided he may as well abide by their rules.

A sudden gasp of breath drew his attention back to Alice who was looking pointedly at him. "There's a wizard in town."

"What?" Esme asked, startled. She knew of wizards and had come into contact with them more than once. She shared a look with Carlisle who grasped her hand in his and rubbed circles into her palm with his thumb. It did nothing to calm her.

"He moved in with the Swan's." Alice said, scrunching her nose as she tried to remember the details. She remembered shaggy black hair covering a peculiar scar and the pale blue of the Swan's home.

The room settled into silence for a moment, each of the younger vampires immediately picking up on the discomfort of Esme and even Carlisle to some extent.

"What else do you know, Alice?" Carlisle asked after a moment, a forced calmness in his voice as he looked at the girl.

"He looks to be our age, but there's nothing else." Alice murmured, silently apologizing for not being more helpful. She'd not been shown enough to give anymore details.

"You don't know how long he is staying?" Carlisle asked. The shortest of the family shook her head in the negative. "Then we'll need to monitor him. It is unlikely that he is aware of what we are, but if he finds out there is no saying what sort of damage he could inflict."

There were no protests; the sound of Carlisle's voice was serious and uncharacteristically tense.

Edward clenched his fists and wondered why the elder vampires were so wary of magic users. Wary enough that whenever a new member was introduced to their family, Carlisle and Esme would make sure to tell them about the powers and prejudices of wizards and the damage they could cause. He remembered his own introduction to wizards, and the slight fear that struck in the other vampires' eyes as they spoke of curses and hexes.

Whatever the connection between wizards and the eldest of their family was, it wasn't a pleasant one.

Harry jolted awake to a quick knocking on his door. He tensed up and pulled himself out from under the covers, quickly untangling himself from the sheets before standing. He calmed his breathing and waited in silence for another sound to be heard.

"Hadrian?" He immediately calmed down at the familiar sound of Charlie Swan's gruff voice. "I know the time change is terrible, but you need to get up."

Harry heard the man shuffle away and couldn't help the unintelligible grumble that escaped his lips as he forced himself to walk over to the closet and pull out an outfit. He didn't pay attention to it as he made his way to the bathroom where he found the glass still coated over with steam from where either Bella or Charlie had just finished.

"You can go in." Bella said as she walked past him. He nodded in thanks before shuffling into the humid room and closing the door. His tooth brush was already in the bathroom, as were his contact lenses, but he knew to wait until after his shower to deal with that. He placed his clothes on the covered toilet seat before turning the water on. He quickly undressed and stepped inside. He made quick work of cleaning his hair and body before stepping out and drying off with one of the spare towels from under the sink.

Once he was suitably dry he threw on a pair of boxers and the dark grey jeans he had grabbed, noticing that they were more form-fitting than he had anticipated. He shrugged it off and put on the greenish blue t-shirt, scowling when the dampness of his skin created friction with the fabric. He fluffed the shirt to get rid of the feeling before turning to the sink and brushing his teeth.

He grabbed the contact container warily, but after ten minutes he finally managed to get them in, though his eyes wouldn't stop watering. He looked at his swollen, puffy eyes in the mirror and scowled. The last thing he needed was people to think he'd been crying.

He picked up his pajamas from the floor and opened the door, letting a wave of steam out as he did so. He walked back to his room and dropped the used clothes into a hamper before turning to his desk and using a comb to try and tame his hair. He gave up after a few minutes.

Not wanting to be late he quickly double checked his bag to make sure he had all of his books before heading downstairs and entering the kitchen. Charlie, he observed was already gone, but Bella was sitting at the table eating an apple.

He sent a half smile at her, but the awkwardness in the room was nearly tangible. He shuffled over to the table and sat down. There was silence for a few moments until Bella stood up and left.

"Apple?" She asked, drawing Harry's attention to where she was standing by a fruit bowl. He nodded his head lamely, and she walked over and handed him the fruit. "Dad had work. Some kind of animal attack."

"Oh," he murmured, not knowing what else to say. Silence reigned once again, before he forced himself to speak. "So is there a bus or...?"

"I'll drive." She responded. "Come on." Harry got up and grabbed his bag. He followed Bella out to an old style red truck that had its own sort of niceness to it, before following the girl's lead and got into the passenger seat. There was silence as she pulled out of the driveway and the tension was driving Harry crazy but he couldn't, for the life of him, bring himself to speak.

When they arrived at the school Harry took less time actually observing the building and more time observing the people who had turned to stare at them. The staring seemed to intensify as they stepped out of the car, but he knew it was a small town. And he was used to being stared at and studiously ignored the attention he was being given.

He followed Bella across the parking lot, but paused when she stopped and pointed. "The front office is right there." Harry looked to see a big greenish building that looked more like a prison than an admission's building, but he ignored the thought as he nodded his head.

"Thanks," He murmured. He was about to ask another question, but Bella was already being flagged down by a group of kids standing by the entrance to one of the other buildings. She waved goodbye and turned away.

"Thanks." Hadrian called after her as he himself turned away and started walking towards the indicated building. It was drizzling, but he didn't mind the rain. He did, however, find that he was moldy irritated by the absurdly intense stares from a group of kids standing near very conspicuous high-quality cars.

The really muscular one looked to be more concerned with a blonde girl who was eyeing him with a strange mix of both disinterest and contempt.

There was a short pixie-looking girl, who looked a little too happy to see him, and the blonde guy next to her looked akin to Snape when the man had a class of first year Gryffindors. The last person in the group was a bronze-haired boy who fairly unreadable, except for a slight show of a frown on his lips.

He shook his head and made a point go ignoring them as he walked into the building where he was met by a nice plump woman who quickly looked him up in the records and gave him his schedule. He was also given the pieces of paper he was supposed to have signed and a map of sorts to help him find the correct buildings.

When he walked out of the office he stopped to take a look at his classes. He was pretty happy with them; Advanced Pre-Calc, AP Chemistry, Studio Art, AP Creative Writing, Latin 4 and US History.

He was not happy that he had math in the morning though. It also didn't help that he was already running late and had no idea where the building he was supposed to be in was.

He felt slightly nervous at the idea of approaching someone for help, but eventually pulled himself together and tapped the shoulder of a friendly looking boy with light brown hair.

"Would you mind telling me where room 233 is?" He asked, looking down at his schedule again to double check. "In building C?"

"Sure, buddy. You must be new here." Harry nodded his head. "Are you a friend of Bella's? I saw you get out of her car this morning."

"I'm Har-Hadrian." Harry stated, trying to feign indifference despite his mistake.

"Anyway, we've been getting a lot of new students. It's really weird. Normally we don't get any, but we've gotten two in the last two and a half weeks!" Mike gushed.

"Right, so um, where is it?" Harry said, trying to get the kid back on track.

"Oh, right. Right. It's over there, behind that building and on the left hand side."

"Thanks." Harry nodded, before taking his leave. He walked the rest of the way to class without talking to anyone and was thrilled that when he got to the classroom no one other than the teacher was there. He quickly handed over his form to be signed and other than introducing himself he didn't have to talk any further with the man.

The desks were organized in three vertical rows and five horizontal. Harry quickly made his way to the very back so he could have the seat farthest away from the window and closest to the exit. He settled in and took out his textbook and notepad, a pencil already in the spiral ring.

The class started filling up a few minutes later, and a few minutes after that someone sat down in the desk next to him. He looked over and saw that it was one of the kids that had been staring at him earlier. He frowned, not bothering to hide it from the bronze haired boy who was watching him with something akin to suspicion in his eyes.

Harry looked away, when he remembered a lesson from Defense Against the Dark Arts. The topaz eyes were a dead give away. They could pass for human if you didn't know what you were looking for; if you were unaware of the existence of vampires, but Harry knew.

"Alright class, we have a new student today. Hadrian Potter?" The teacher looked at him, and Harry waved hesitantly. He was self conscious of the scar littering his arm. Most were from the war, some were from the Dursely's and the most noticeable of them was from Umbridge. Luckily that was on the back of his hand so no one had a clear view of it, but he could see the looks in people's eyes as they started making assumptions as to how he had acquired them."Would you like to tell us something about yourself?"

He wanted to respond with a 'not really', but he knew that if he did that he would just draw more attention to himself so he answered. "I'm from Surrey"

It was short and not very useful, but he wasn't about to give strangers his life story. He heard a snort from the vampire next to him and scowled. It was then that he felt the barely there nudging on his occlumency shields, but he decided to let it go. He didn't like the creature in his mind, but he knew his occlumency skills had gotten strong enough to hold off Voldemort and he wasn't ready to reveal himself as a wizard yet, though he had a sneaking suspicion that the vampire already knew.

A few moments later the prodding stopped and a hand was extended towards him. He stared at it for a second before taking it and shaking lightly.

"Hello Hadrian. My name is Edward."

"Hadrian," Harry said evenly. He felt the coolness of the vampire's skin on his own and was surprised that it wasn't so different from a human hand shake. His fingers weren't being squeezed very hard, and there was nothing threatening about it. His eyes narrowed.

A second later his hand was released, and the vampire had an amused, crooked smile on his face. Harry retracted his hand and put it back on his desk before finally taking a moment to actually look at the creature. He saw that the vampire was tall and had a slim, albeit muscular build that was probably more made for speed than strength. He had bronze hair and topaz eyes, and a straight nose. But despite all that, he had a decidedly crooked smile that ruined his would-be statuesque appearance.

"Mr. Cullen, Mr. Potter, don't make me separate you two." The teacher snapped, before turning his attention back to the board. Harry ignored the looks he received from the other students and turned his attention back to the notes he hadn't been taking.

Isn't the longest Chapter, but Harry's at school now. Things are still sort of awkward for him around Bella.

As usual, if you see any mistake, PM me or leave a review and I will fix it.

I really hope you all enjoyed it. Originally I was going to update on Monday, but Monday's suck, so I'll probably keep updating on Sunday from now on.

-Kastor