A/N: Hey guys, I'm back again. And I'm sorry for being late with the update, but I've had a lot on my mind. Anyways, here is the next chapter.

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse and torture, slash

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter.

CHAPTER 7:::EDIT

"-otter! Potter!"

Edward heard the teacher calling and knew it was time to leave, but just as he was about to exit Hadrian's mind a door slammed.

He turned around and saw a figure, obviously Hadrian, pushing back against the ornate doors with what looked like more strength than he actually possessed.

He watched as the black haired boy heaved against the doors one more time and got them closed long enough to lock them. Edward heard thumping and screaming on the other side, but didn't have time to contemplate before vivid green eyes turned a harsh glare on to him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" The boy asked, barely constrained rage pushing at the tone of his voice. Edward didn't respond. He wasn't sure what he would say, and he definitely didn't want to put his family in danger by revealing that they were all supposed to be keeping an eye on him.

"What are those doors?" He asked instead.

Hadrian shook his head, and leveled him with a glare once again. Edward watched as the black haired boy slipped into a calm facade. A mask he hadn't seen on the boy before. The first few times he had met the boy he had noticed that he was quiet, if a little sarcastic, but he seemed calm and caring. This new version of the same boy seemed unstable and definitely more jaded.

"I already know why you're here. What I want to know is why you didn't leave." It wasn't phrased as a question, but Edward knew that it was.

"How do you know why I'm here?" Edward asked, avoiding the question. He watched as the newer version of Hadrian

"You vampires are transparent." The boy said. Edward's eyes narrowed at the implication that they'd been easily figured out. "Topaz eyes, missing school? It was laughably easy."

"How did you know we're vampires?" Edward asked. He didn't like this at all; he had come into Hadrian's mind to get answers and instead he ended up with questions. Lots of questions.

"Potter!"

"Bye." Hadrian said as he forcefully pushed the taller male out of his mind.

Edward landed back in his own head with the mental equivalent of a thump.

"Sorry. I was just...thinking." Edward heard Hadrian say from next to him. The playfulness in his tone only irritated Edward further. The human knew exactly what he did to the vampire and how much it would irritate him.

It looked like he would actually have to figure out how to befriend the human in order to get answers. And probably more questions.

Harry shook his head to clear himself of the defensive mindset he'd just been in. It wasn't him. He wasn't that person.

But sometimes he needed to be. Moody knew that when he'd taught Harry how to detach himself from the dirtier parts of war.

He turned to glare at the vampire, a burning heat in his head that needed to be released. He was happy to note that the vampire was returning the glare and seemed suitably flustered. He wasn't necessarily glad that he was causing the vampire irritation, but it did satisfy the vindictive part of him that had manifested sometime during the war.

He was beyond furious that the vampire had entered his mind while he was at his weakest. During anxiety attacks he had no control over himself and he usually pushed himself into his own mind to escape outside stresses. The only problem was that his inside stresses were worse and would literally drag him through the doors-his shields-and lock him inside.

He couldn't escape himself.

Hermione had warned him that the more powerful version of Occlumency was temperamental and more sentient, for lack of a better word. It was less of a tool and more of a servant; it did what it's job was, but unlike a tool, it could betray you in a way.

He knew that he had to have the shields though and the higher form of Occlumency was the only one that would work for him. His magic was too strong and too much for the other type to handle, which is why he could never quite manage it.

He glanced at the vampire again and saw that the topaz eyes were still staring at him.

He held back a sardonic sort of snort and went back to copying down his notes, but his grip was so strong that his pencil snapped. The vampire was the only one to notice.

He heaved a sigh and got a pen out of his backpack and continued to copy down notes, though this time he was more on autopilot than anything else. His mind was still thinking at how irrationally violated he felt when the vampire had invaded his mind.

He knew the bugger hadn't actually seen anything but his shields, but that didn't ease his anger.

He felt the eyes on the side of his head and studiously ignored them. Instead he thought back on why it bothered him so much because it wasn't like Voldemort hadn't been in his head a hundred fucking times...but maybe it was because he thought he had managed to escape his old life. The one where he had to be on guard all the time and worry about people invading his head.

Maybe it was his own fault for thinking he could get away from it so easily.

Alice watched the wizard walk into their history class and immediately knew that something was different about him. His walk seemed stiffer, his shoulders tenser and his eyes more guarded.

He looked as if he was ready to fight or flee at a moments notice.

"Hello Hadrian!" She tried calling. He turned his head to her and gave a stiff nod before sitting down.

Yes, he was very different. The last time they had had class together he had been friendly enough if not a bit jumpy. But now he was just seemed weary and tired.

She looked next to her and saw that his cousin seemed to have noticed the difference as well. His cousin didn't make a move to act on it though, and Alice figured it was because she didn't think her relationship with Hadrian was anything beyond 'dad's cousins son' yet.

She looked beyond the human to Rosalie and saw her sister staring at the wizard with and expression akin intrigue. Alice wondered what it was about the human boy that seemed to bring out something different in her usually less than pleasant sister.

Class started and she saw the wizard pull out his notebook and a pen as if he was actually paying attention to the teacher. She watched as he copied down notes and briefly wondered how it was that he managed to write so neatly while his mind was clearly elsewhere.

Harry walked into the art classroom for the first time since he had started attending Forks high school. However, whatever his first impression of the room would have been was ruined when he realized that he had yet another class with the two male vampires that he hadn't actually met yet.

Jasper and Emil or Emmett or something like that. It started with an E and as far as he was concerned, he didn't need to know more than that.

He sat himself down at an empty table and was glad to see that it looked like no one would be joining him.

"Alright class, for out new student's sake, I am going to do introductions. My name is Mrs. Thyme. I will be your art teacher for the rest of the year, Hadrian." Harry rolled his eyes at being called out, but didn't comment. "The syllabus is nonexistent. This is an art class. You will talk to me about what you want to do and we will move from there. Got it?" She didn't wait for him to answer before she continued. "I want all of you to get out a piece of paper and start sketching...someone give me a topic? How about a dog? Yes, draw a dog!"

Harry groaned, immediately realizing that he had gotten stuck with a total lunatic for a teacher. Bloody hell, it was like Trelawney, but with art.

He got up and walked towards one of the shelves with flimsy, not very professional paper on it and moved back to his desk. He pulled out a 2B pencil and started drawing Fluffy.

He wasn't sure if it would be appreciated because as far as the muggles knew, a Cerberus was a completely mythical animal; however, the only other dogs he knew and cared about were Remus and Sirius and he couldn't bring himself to draw them. He also knew Ripper and Fang, but he wasn't fond of the former and the latter looked less like a dog and more like a shapely sack of furry potatoes.

He set to work by getting the basic shape and layout of the animal, before he went defining edges. He was just getting started on shading the nose on one of the heads when he was interrupted by someone sitting next to him.

He turned and saw that the largest of the vampire males was sitting next to him.

He ignored the larger male and went back to drawing only to be interrupted once again when he was poked in the side of the head with an eraser.

"What?" He snapped, glaring into the topaz eyes above him.

"Nothing." The vampire responded as he continued to watch the wizard.

"It's obviously something." Harry snorted. He hadn't met this vampire yet, and he was stating to regret that he had. Especially since this one didn't seem so couldn't become friends with them. Not if they all could hop into his mind whenever they wanted felt his stomach become tense with nerves, as he turned his eyes away from the boulder of a man.

"You're upset." A new voice said, and Harry looked up to see another vampire sitting across from him.

"Thank you for noticing." Harry muttered before turning his attention back to the sketch. He wasn't sure why he was treating them like he would Malfoy, but he was anxious and angry and he couldn't bring himself to care.

"You're welcome." The voice responded, and Harry almost looked up with a smile.

"He wasn't actually thanking you, Jasper. He was being sarcastic. Weren't ya, kiddo?" Harry fell forward when a larger hand patted him on the back.

Harry made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl as he pushing himself back onto his stool again. The vampire rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"Sorry about that. My name's Emmett. And this is Jasper." The tallest vampire said, gesturing toward the blonde one.

"Hadrian. But you already knew that." He knew he was getting snarky. He knew he wasn't acting like himself...he was acting like his mask. During the war it'd been easy to distinguish between himself and the person he needed to be to win, but more and more it seemed he was starting to become a fusion of both. And he didn't want that. The mask he wore was insensitive, cruel, cynical, but he barely noticed when he slipped into that mindset anymore.

He used to have Ron and Hermione to tell him when he was being tactless or callous and he'd be able to snap out of it. Now everything was just blurring together.

"Cocky, huh?" The bigger vampire grinned, leaning down so he was eye to side of the head with Harry.

"No. But you two are as bad as your brother and sisters in terms of subtlety." Harry muttered. When he saw the expectant looks of the two creatures he elaborated. "If you want to try and spy on a person, you shouldn't all stare at him every second of every class. Besides, I'm a wizard and I don't know how you know that, but it's the only possible explanation as to why you're paying so much attention to me." Harry breathed out. He hadn't actually meant to say that much, but he figured it didn't really matter. He wasn't telling them anything they didn't already know.

"You're smart then, huh?" Emmett asked. He already figured the kid would be on to them. He wasn't as ignorant as everyone seemed to think, and aside from Jasper, he could get a read on people better than anyone in their family. Including Edward, even though the younger vampire could read minds.

Edward could read minds, but that didn't mean he understood them.

"Not really." Harry responded, moving on to shading the last of the dog's noses.

"Well, it was nice talking to you Hadrian." The larger vampire smiled as he stood up and moved back to his original table. The blond vampire moved after him a few seconds later, leaving Harry alone once again.

He felt his shoulders relax some as he settled back into his work.

A/N: Again, I'm sorry for the late update...I mean I wasn't that late but still. Also I know it is short, but I'm hoping that I can get another chapter up this week because I'll be without internet from this coming up Friday, to the Friday after that. Constructive criticism is welcome. And if you could point out any grammatical or spelling flaws it would be great.

SPOILERS: (Explains Harry's 'mindset' shift. I don't know when I'll fit it into the story so I'll explain it to you now)

Also, Harry doesn't have MPD or DID. I think of it as more of a mindset that he has. When he's at ease or with friends he's your normal Harry; he's sarcastic, awkward, somewhat quiet. But when he gets into the mindset of the person he had to be during the war he becomes more aggressive in the way he speaks (hence how he treated Jasper and Emmett), and he becomes more cynical and talkative. When he forged the mask it was a way to shield himself from the acts he would have to commit during the war, but he wore the mask almost constantly during that period so he could more easily deal with the people and things he needed to do. Because he wore it so much, after the war he couldn't really differentiate between his real self and the war mindset. He forgot how to take the mask off, sort of. Ron and Hermione would tell him when they noticed that he was in that mindset, but when he was on his own he'd slip into the same mindset he was in while the war was going on.

Thank you!