Warning: This is Slash. If you don't like it, then you should click the back button and go read another story. Also this is a crossover. Harry Potter people aren't magical. James and Lily are dead.

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight. But I think I can stick to writing fanfic about them.

Okay the whole wizard, adoption thing will be explained in this story.

Harry POV

I sat on my couch with a scowl on my face, my arms crossed over my lean chest, and my bright green eyes narrowed at the wall opposite of me.

THAT STUPID SMUG BASTARD! Who did Sam Uley think he was? The King of fricken England? The Wizard of Oz? The ruler of the whole damn state of Washington? Oh well, it was over now and I had proven him wrong. Of course I did, I never let anyone tell me I couldn't do something.

So when Sam said 'he couldn't jump off the cliff, too much of a wimp'. I had taken that as an insult and taken advantage of when Jake, my over protective best friend/little brother, was not looking I ran and jumped.

But no… Jake had to be a hero and jump in after me… even if I did need help getting out of the rough water it still did not help the cause. My frame was petite; I was not so oblivious that I didn't know that. I stood at five feet and three inches tall and only weighed ninety pounds.

I knew I was underweight, but I ate anything and everything and never gained any weight. It was unsettling for me to see how tiny I was when he stood next to Jake. Jake was only fifteen, but he stood at six feet and five inches and was two hundred and twenty pounds of pure muscle.

Jake could easily squish me with one hand, and only because he had that stupid wolf gene in him, DAMN IT!

I pouted to myself as I thought of my giant friends down on the Res. The first time I went down to the Res with my dad I had felt so out of place with my pale skin, raven wavy hair that went half way down my back, and the brightest green eyes. The people on the Res had russet coloured skin, dark brown eyes that were almost black and they hall had this blacker then black hair that they either had cut messily or in ponytails.

It was a joke around the Res that I was the 'adopted one', which ironically didn't seem funny after the eightieth time they said it. Because I AM adopted, and that fact doesn't bother me, yet it seems to bother the people on the Res for some odd reason.

Yep, that is right. I was adopted when I was six. I had been Harry James Potter, but now I am Harry James Swan. Dad wanted to add a middle name to me, but since James was my biological father's name he kept it.

My parents died when I was fifteen months old, in a car accident. I was the only one that survived in the car accident. I had only gotten a lightning bolt shaped scar on my forehead.

The people in the accident were my parents, Lily and James Potter, and their best friend Peter. There other two friends, who are now my Uncle Remus and Sirius, could not adopt me because the law wouldn't allow them to. They were both gay and lovers, making it illegal to adopt me.

I had got sent to my bio mom's sister and her husband and child. Petunia, Vernon and Dudley Dursley. The three names still send chills down my back.

They were not the nicest family from what I can remember from the four years I spent with them. I was treated as a slave, having to do the laundry, clean the house, work in the garden and make them all dinner, lunch and breakfast. All at a tender age of three and four.

When I turned five, Uncle Sirius and Remus came to visit me at the worst time. Uncle Vernon had just punched me in the face and kicked me in the ribs a couple of times. I was literally a bloody mess.

Uncle Remus and Sirius took me out of there and since they couldn't adopt me, I ended up at the local orphanage, much to their anger and annoyance.

A year, a very long year later, a man, a woman and their daughter came looking for a son to adopt. They wanted another child, but due to birth complications with their daughter the wife could not risk getting pregnant again.

That is where I come in. That family was my dad, Rene, and Bella. I never really got along with Rene for an odd reason and it only made it worse when dad and Rene split up.

Bella and I went with Rene for most of the time and only visited our dad a few times a year, much to mine and my dads' chagrin. Bella was close to Rene and I was close to Charlie, which was fine with us.

When I turned eleven I went to Hogwarts in England. It was a private boarding school where only if your parents went there, you could go. I had been sorted into Slytherin, angering my Uncle Sirius, and had made good friends with Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore 'Theo' Nott. Professor Severus Snape became like another father to me after my first year there at Hogwarts.

At first Sev did not like me because my dad, Uncle Sirius and Remus, and Peter had bullied him all through school and he thought I would be just like them.

I proved him wrong after I had my first nightmare about the Dursley's. I had woken up screaming and crying in the middle of night. Sev had ran into the dorm and tried to calm me down, but he couldn't. He finally took me to his rooms where he laid me on the couch and rubbed my stomach in soothing circles.

After twenty minutes of calming me down he had sat me in his lap (Yep, it shocked me too) and listened to me as I told him about my nightmare.

We ended up falling asleep in that position. Sev was sitting side ways on the couch with his feet lying, draped across the end of the couch. His head was on the arm of the couch and his arms were around me.

I was lying in his lap still, with my head buried under his chin and one of my stick like arms wrapped around his warm chest. The other was gripping at Sev's hair. My legs had been covered with an afghan sometime during the night, and Sev's chest moving up and down had put me to sleep.

I woke up at nine in the morning with a blush on my face when I had noticed that I fell asleep in his lap. He had smile (Not smirked) at me and laid me back down on the couch after he got up.

We ate breakfast on the couch with me snuggled into his side and an arm wrapped around his torso. He didn't seem to mind so I didn't let go of him until I deemed necessary.

Severus and I had spent the whole day together doing different things every hour. We played chess, he read me a chemistry book since he taught chemistry, we played chess and we started a 5,000 piece puzzle of New York City.

After that day of hanging out, I had come back every Friday night and slept in the room Sev set up for me. Then after sleeping over we spent the whole day working on the puzzle and reading.

Nobody understood our relationship that we had, but it didn't matter to us. Minerva McGonagall, my language arts teacher had been worried that I had slept in Sev's room and reported Sev to Dumbledore (The principal of the school).

After the embarrassing and totally unnecessary questions, they finally let me sleep in Sev's room again.

And then six years went by and we became closer and closer. He was the first one to find out I was gay, the first one to find out that I was abused and he was embarrassedly my first crush. BUT that was over within like a week.

I was only in first year, and it was before he found out I was abused. It was before we established our father/son or mentor/student relationship (Whichever one you prefer).

After my seventh year of school, the last one they provided, I came back for my first year at Fork's community college. Draco just looked at me and snorted in disgust saying that, "Only poor people go to community colleges." I had laughed and kissed him on the cheek (In a clearly platonic way) and told him that only he would be that snobbish.

When I got back to Forks I found out that Bella had moved in with Charlie, gotten a vampire boyfriend, and almost been killed by said boyfriend's brother. Also, she was depressed because Edward (The JACKASS ex-boyfriend) left her. He told her 'She was not good for him.' Which I say is bull shit.

So here I am, sitting on my couch pouting as I thought of the pack.

The sound of knocks brought me out of my thoughts. I stood up and walked to the front door. I slowly opened the door and my eyes went wide.

I had to look up, because the person at the door was as tall as Jacob. The boy… well man… was cute. He was pale enough that I could see his veins, with dark brown curls in his eyes. He had a gentle, but intimidating face with kind topaz coloured eyes.

He was probably six feet four or five inches tall. He had the body of a wrestler/body builder, with big toned arms and a very toned chest. He was wearing low rise blue jeans with a few rips near the thigh and a grey v-neck sweater that hugged his very nice chest. He was very good looking that was for sure, and had this little smirk on his face that made him look drop dead sexy.

"Excuse me, are you done checking me out?" I asked the good looking man, after I thought he had enough time to look at me. He looked back at my face and had the good grace to look embarrassed, but he didn't blush. I had a pink tinge to my cheeks as he looked at me.

"Sorry. Is Bella home?" The god on legs asked.

I looked at him oddly, scrutinizing him with my eyes.

"Bella went to Florida for a while. About two months ago, I'm Harry Swan. Bella's older brother by a year. And you are?" I probably sounded a little confused, because everyone knew everything in this town.

"I'm Emmett Cullen, an old friend of Bella's." At the last name my face shut off, the smile fell off my lips and my eyes narrowed.

"Oh… you are from THAT family." I spat. He looked taken aback. "Get inside and sit down. I will be with you in a minute." I walked up the stairs and to the left towards my room. And then I was gone, out of his view.

As I got to my room I pulled off my top and threw on a hoodie that stated 'I'm one of those bad things that happen to good people'. It was perfect for the situation. I banged my toe softly on my dresser, but it still hurt like hell. I muttered curses as I walked towards my door and down the stairs.

Emmett gaped at me as I walked down the stairs and I had to hold back a giggle at the look on his face.

I kept my cool and walked towards the couch. I stood in front of him, so close that I could smell his cologne. I leaned forward so that I was right in his face.

"So you are one of the vampires that left my baby sister. You better explain…now."

Ok. This was last chapter but in Harry's POV. It also explains a hell of a lot I believe!