A/N: Hey guys! I'm back...not that I was ever gone, I guess. I don't have much to say so I'll just get on with it:

Warnings: The usual: Slash, mentions of child abuse and torture.

Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight or Harry Potter.

Akua: I went back and fixed the mistakes I made in the last chapter. As usual, thank you for telling me. Hopefully this next chapter will prove more interesting.

Thanks a lot for the reviews. They make my day. Some of you ask questions that I think are more rhetorical...and even if they weren't I don't want to give anything away. This will not be an M-Preg Fic for those of you wondering. If you have any other questions I will answer to the best of my ability. Enjoy ^^

EDIT:::CHAPTER 6

"Carlisle," Esme spoke without looking up as her mate entered their bedroom.

"Esme." He greeted, moving to sit next to her on the plush velvet couch in the corner of the room. It looked out into the forest, though the colors were currently dulled by the heavy downpour of rain.

"The children met the wizard today." Esme said, turning her eyes away from the storm and toward's the blue ones belonging to her husband.

"Oh?"

"They seem to think he is not a significant threat," Esme paused and sighed before continuing. "But he knows what we are." There was a moment of silence before Carlisle moved to speak.

"That could be problematic, yes." Carlisle agreed. "But the children have agreed to watch him, correct?"

"Of course, but Carlisle whether he's a threat or not, he's dangerous. You remember what they did to us."

Images of blood and venom flowing down the walls of the shelter mixed with vivid flashes of green flew into Carlisle's mind.

"Yes, I remember. But Esme, just as not all vampire's prey on humans, not all wizards are so...cruel." Carlisle tried to reason. He knew as well as Esme that it was more to convince himself rather than her.

She didn't comment though, and for a moment they both just remembered that night in the middle of the summer just after Esme was turned.

"They killed-slaughtered-all of them." Esme said after a few minutes. Carlisle wrapped his arm around his mate's shoulder in a comforting squeeze.

"Hadrian is young. He's not like them. Not yet."

"You don't know that." Esme argued.

"He hasn't harmed the children." Carlisle countered, even though images of black cloaks and fire filled his head.

"Not yet, but if he's as...scarred as the children say he is then the only logical explanation would be abuse. And well," Carlisle thought it was funny that Esme could be scared for and of this child at the same time.

"You're worried he's unstable because of the abuse. That he'll take out his anger on the children since they're different; the only thing in this town that could be seen as a threat."

They sat in silence once again as they pondered the Hadrian problem.

Harry awoke with a start, breathing heavy and looking around his room frantically for an escape. His breathing increased when he caught sight of something by his door, but as he focused on that figure, the images of war and death began to fade.

Charlie. Charlie was standing at his door telling him to get up.

He calmed slightly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"You okay, kid?" The man asked. Harry didn't trust himself to speak just yet so he shrugged his shoulders in response. "You don't look okay. Bad dream?"

Harry nodded his head, "Yeah." He watched as the older man moved from the door to sit next to him on the bed.

"Bella used to get those all the time as a little girl," He said. He made no move to touch Harry, and Harry was beyond glad for that.

The part of him that was a little kid craved for touch, but the larger part of him, the part that lived through war, wanted nothing to do with physical contact.

Charlie sat there with him for a few moments, and it wasn't until after Charlie had left that Harry realized the man was waiting for his breathing to slow down again.

He shook his head as a warm feeling built in his chest. It reminded him of when he'd stay at the Weasleys and Molly would fawn over him or Arthur would congratulate him on something or another. He moved to the closet and threw off his clothes. He pointedly ignored his reflection in the mirror on the inside of the door; he didn't need to see his scarred flesh.

He let a bitter laugh flow through his lips. He couldn't even look at himself without being reminded of the war.

He quickly threw on a pair of black jeans and a green sweater that was a little bit too large on him before heading downstairs to finish up his morning routine.

Once he moved into the kitchen he slipped on his shoes and sat down at the table. He was glad that no one else was in there at the moment because he didn't feel like eating and now he could just lie and say he already had.

He stared out of the window for a little bit, before turning to look at the clock that hung on the wall. He had twenty minutes before they would have to be at school, but given that school was only a few minutes away he still had to stay at the house for a good ten more minutes.

He sighed and rested his head against his palm as he continued to look out the window at the pouring rain.

He thought that maybe after school, or at night he would go out to the woods behind the Swan's house and practice his magic.

Maybe he wouldn't even use his wand. He still needed to improve his wandless magic, even though he was exceptionally good for a sixteen year old. He could still only do minor things like alohomora or accio. He could almost do a minor cutting curse, but he couldn't cut anything thicker than an apple in half.

"Hadrian, are you ready to go?" Bella asked, breaking him from his thoughts.

"Hm?" He stared at her for a minute, before his brain actually computed what she had asked him. "Yeah. Yes, I am."

She nodded her head and Harry pretended not to see the concern in her eyes as he followed her out to the car.

Harry and Bella drove to the school in silence, but unlike many silences shared between the two in the past, this was a comfortable silence.

Once they pulled into the school's parking lot, however, that comfortable silence turned into loud shouts and beckoning hands. Harry watched Bella let out a groan and realized that the kids running towards the truck were her friends. Or they thought they were, at least.

She must have caught him staring at her, because Bella turned briefly to give him a half-hearted smile before she hopped out of the truck. Harry followed suit and was immediately grabbed and manhandled to the other side of the car by a tallish boy with spiky light brown hair who he recognized as Mike from his first day.

"Good to see you again, buddy!" Mike grinned as he stepped away from Harry. The boy had guided him to the other side of the car where a lopsided circle had formed between Bella and two other girls as well as two other boys. Harry had to hold back a sigh when he realized that introductions were in place.

"Who's he Bella?" Jessica asked, glancing at Harry and speaking as if he wasn't there.

"He's my...cousin." Bella shrugged, stepping away from the other girl who seemed to have a personal space issue. Jessica didn't seem to care as she turned her attention on Harry.

"Well, I'm Jessica. And you are?" Something about her irritated Harry a bit, but he couldn't quite place what it was.

"Hadrian Potter." He said flatly.

"Oh my God, he's British!" She squealed, turning to the other girl who seemed intrigued, but thankfully, was only a reasonable level of excited.

"Hadrian, then?" An Asian boy asked. He was taller than Harry by more than a few inches and had shaggy black hair. He seemed friendly enough, but Harry was reminded of Colin Creevey when he noticed the camera around said boy's neck.

"Obviously." Harry retorted, throwing a grin when he realized that his tone of voice may have sounded a bit rude.

"I'm Eric, and this is Tyler," The boy said, pointing to himself and the African American boy standing next to him. Harry nodded his head in greeting, before Mike grabbed his arm again and turned him to Jessica who had apparently been trying to get his attention.

"What?" He asked, the word coming out harsher than he meant it to. Not that she really noticed.

"You haven't met Angela yet." She grinned, pushing another girl out in front of Harry.

"I can introduce myself, you know," The girl griped, yanking herself away from the excited blonde. "I'm Angela Weber."

"Hadrian Potter." He said shortly, eyeing the girl. She was tall, way taller than he was, but she had soft features. Her skin was tan, but it was probably a natural tan given the state of the weather in Forks. She had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes that were obscured by glasses.

He thought of where his glasses were, sitting on his desk back in his room at the Swan's house.

"So, like, what's your situation? Why are you here?" Jessica prodded.

"Family issues." Harry said, brushing around the subject. It felt weird doing so considering that the subject he was avoiding talking about was made up.

"Oh. So how long are you here for?" The blonde interrogated.

"At least until I turn 17." He murmured getting uncomfortable and feeling the oncoming of an anxiety attack. "Look, I should head to class." He turned and left before anyone could stop him.

Edward could tell as soon as the wizard walked into the classroom that he was upset at the boy turned around to start walking towards his seat Edward caught a glance of wide, troubled emerald eyes. He didn't get long to look at them though, because not a second later Hadrian had adjusted his head so that his unruly bangs shielded his eyes from view.

He plopped down at his desk with an unceremonious thud and immediately pulled his bag to his chest and held it there like some sort of shield.

Edward wasn't like Jasper; he couldn't feel or influence other people's emotions, but he could definetly feel the anxiety rolling off of Hadrian.

For a race that was supposed to be so dangerous, the younger boy certainly didn't seem so now. Edward saw his back shuddering every few seconds accompanied by a labored breath. Despite this, the wizard's muscles were tense and looked ready to jump into action at a moment's notice.

"Today we will be working on Analytic Trigonometry." The teacher announced, causing a groan to erupt from multiple students.

Edward didn't care; he'd had this lesson hundreds of times before. Instead, against his better judgment, he tried to push himself into the anxious boy's mind.

He knew it was a dirty trick; getting into someone's mind while they were too distracted by themselves to defend it, but he couldn't help himself. He had a lot of questions and no one was answering them. His parent's wouldn't tell them why wizards were dangerous or what had happened to them when they had obviously encountered one and Hadrian...well the wizard brought a whole other slew of questions: Why was he here? Why now? Is he a threat? How does he block his mind?

Edward pushed himself forward and immediately found himself inside Hadrian's head, but it wasn't like he imagined. Instead of the usual flashes of memory or fantasy he would usually see in someone's mind he saw a door and black.

Everything was so black that you couldn't tell where the floor met the walls and where the walls met the ceiling. It was disorienting to say the least, but Edward stepped forward to look at the door. It was tall, so tall in fact, that he couldn't see the top of it. It had black and gold symbols and runes carved into the platinum surface.

He was so distracted by the design, that he almost didn't hear the thump from the other side. He waited to see if it happened again and it did, except this time it was a frantic knocking. A muffled scream escaped from the other side and Edward was caught between wanting to rip the door open or leave.

The screaming silenced for a moment and in that moment of hesitation he knew he needed to leave. He said it was because the screaming stopped, but in reality it was more that he didn't want to be there when it started again.

As it turned out, he didn't exit the wizard's mind quick enough and an agonizing scream on the other side of the door echoed through the doors and reverberated in the darkness surrounding him.

Edward paused before realization dawned on him. That was Hadrian screaming on the other side of that door.

A/N" The vampires are hard to write. I'm less familiar with Twilight, so tell me if you have any suggestions for how I could write their personalities. As always, please tell me about and mistakes. I hope you liked it.