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.

Oh also, this chapter is kind of dramatic in some parts and sad and happy in others.

"WHAT WAS THAT FUCKER DOING HERE!?" Charlie yelled so loud that it made Harry jump off the couch in shock.

Harry looked at his dad with wide eyes, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. His dad was a fairly calm person, unless it had something to do with him or Bella.

Charlie's eyes had a murderous glint in them, a vain popping out of his forehead, and his hands were clenched so tightly in fists that his knuckles were white. He seemed to be trying to get his breathing under control… it was not working.

Harry took a timid step forward, afraid of how his dad reacted, and put one of his hands on his dads' chest. He pushed softly, so soft that it could barely be called a push, and helped his dad sit back down onto the age worn couch.

"It was not Edward, dad. It was his older brother, Emmett, and I understand why you are angry. They abandoned Bella, leaving her in a depressed state, without even saying goodbye. But Emmett told me that the whole family is also depressed." Harry's tone was gentle, his eyes soft with understanding for his dad, and he tried to slip a small smile onto his face for his dad.

"They were depressed? They were the damn people who left, not the ones' who were abandoned. They should bee ashamed about what they did, not depressed. They weren't the ones who were left." Charlie was so angry that he repeated himself and he had hopped back up, pacing back and forth.

"Dad can you please sit down and calm yourself? Emmett, even though I still am pissed at him and his family, told me that he, Jasper, and Alice came back to Forks to check on Bella until a few months ago. I can tell that they really do care for Bella. It was probably all a mistake, dad."

Charlie stared at his son in disbelief. He was actually standing up for that good for nothing family? Why would he do that?

"Are you standing up for that family?" His tone was angry, and this time it was directed at Harry himself.

Harry seemed to shrink down into himself, taking a few steps back, with eyes glittering with sadness.

"No, but I am saying that maybe they didn't have a choice. They may have left but they didn't want to, dad! Emmett told me so!" Harry seemed to regret his words as Charlie turned towards him.

"And you believe him? How can you give out your trust so blindly?" Charlie's words oozed anger and disbelief.

Harry's eyes welled with tears and his face turned an ashen white color. He stumbled backwards a few steps, and wrapped his arms around his stomach in a protective manner.

"You know… when you and Rene first took me home and told me that I would be your son and you would love me forever, I didn't believe you, much less trust you. It took me almost two years to actually trust you when you said you loved me. I started to trust you when you comforted me after a nightmare about my uncle and slept in my room for two weeks straight until I could sleep without having a nightmare."

"So you may think I give away my trust blindly, but I don't. It takes me forever to give people my trust. I don't meet someone and tell them my darkest secrets, Charlie! If it took me two years to believe YOU than can you imagine how long it would take to trust someone I barely know?" Charlie could tell that Harry was deeply hurt by what he said when his son called him Charlie. Harry hadn't called him by his first name since his first year and a half at the house.

Harry's bright green eyes glittered with sadness and vulnerability, making Charlie wince at the despair he caused.

"Harry, I…" He was cut off by a softly crying Harry. Harry's small delicate hands were white with tension as he hugged himself around his small middle. He looked younger beyond his years, and not because of his size.

Charlie had not seen Harry react so badly since he was a young child. He had always been the calm and quiet child who didn't talk more than a few sentences a day. And looking at his little boy, who was having an emotional break down, shocked him to the core.

"I don't trust the Cullen's dad, how can I when I've only met one of them? But I do believe in trusting my gut, and my gut says that the Cullen's are being sincere. When I was younger I used to sit for hours just studying people and picking up their habits. And I did that so could make sure I could trust them." His words were barely heard through the sobs and the banging of the door as he ran out of the house, leaving behind a shocked and softly crying Charlie.

Harry ran all the way to the Res before he collapsed against the boulders near the Black's house, crying softly. He hugged his legs to his chest, and placed his head against them. His shoulders shook with suppressed sobs as he tried to calm down.

He could hear the footsteps running towards him after ten minutes of sitting against the boulders. The heavy footsteps were like music to Harry's ears, and the deep baritone of Jacob's voice was an answered prayer.

"Harry, you have to calm down. Take deep breaths and calm yourself. Harry, please, you have to even out your breathing before you start hyperventilating." Harry heard Jacob's voice speak to him sternly.

Harry took a few deep breaths to calm his self, but he only ended up choking himself on the air he tried to breathe in. He counted to twenty slowly like Sev and Remus told him to when he had trouble breathing, and thankfully it helped.

Folding his hands into small fists, he rubbed his eyes, making it a little bit easier to see. Things were still blurry since he didn't put his contacts in his eyes when he was at home, but he could make out the forms of Jacob and Billy.

Jacob's huge frame was blurred but Harry could make out the worried look on his little brothers' face. He reached out a small hand, paling in comparison to Jacob's dark skin (Literally), and ran his finger tips over the worried lines that married his friends' face.

"Good, okay Harry can you look at me, please?" Billy Black's voice sounded like Jacob's but with a fatherly concern for Harry.

Harry lifted his head slowly, realizing that he had a pounding headache. He could feel the headache under his eyes, the worst place to get a headache (At least, that's what Harry thought). His eyes felt gritty from crying and he knew that they were swollen and red. His face probably had red splotches everywhere and his hair was a tangled mess.

"Can you tell me what happened to make you react like this, Harry?" Billy was always concerned about the small teenager. He was so frail looking compared to everyone else he hung out with.

Harry sniffled and sniffled some more, and coughed a lung hacking couch before he could even begin to talk about what happened.

"My dad and I got into a huge fight over something really stupid… well not stupid per se. Emmett Cullen came back into town today."

He heard Jacob growl and Billy mutter under their breath, before gravity left him and he was being thrown upwards and caught in Jacob's arms. He glared at Jacob before settling down into the too warm arms, used to the behavior of the overprotective teenager.

Jacob and Billy took Harry back to their house and sat him down at the kitchen table with a mug of tea. Harry had gotten used to drinking tea when he lived in England during the school year. Also, Sev never let him drink anything besides water and tea, so he would stay healthy. Harry just says it is because Sev doesn't want to deal with an over hyper Harry.

As Harry slowly sipped his tea, Jacob and Billy had a conversation with their eyes. When the conversation ended Billy nodded and slowly wheeled out of the kitchen and into the living room with his phone in his hand, planning on calling Charlie.

Harry was so caught up in staring at the tea in his hands and ignoring everything around him, that he did not notice Billy leaving or hear the argument going on in the next room over.

Jacob finally had enough of the silence and started a conversation with Harry.

"So… are you going to tell me what your dad said that made you so upset?" The concerned tone of Jacob's voice made Harry's head snap up.

He tried to smile his best smile (Otherwise known as his 100-watt smile), but it only came out as a grimace.

"He asked me how I can give out my trust so blindly… I don't give out my trust blindly, do I? I mean I try not too, especially because of what happened to me when I was younger. Did I give you my trust really quickly after I first met you? Why aren't you answering me, damn it?" His voice was slightly hysterical by the time he was done.

"Well maybe because you haven't given me time to answer you. To begin with, no I don't think you give out your trust blindly. And I know why you don't give out your trust quickly. It took you a little while to give me your trust… but not too long. And now I have answered you so calm down." He chuckled at the end of his answer, making Harry smile.

Harry stood up and gently hugged Jacob around the shoulders…

"Thanks little brother," Making Jacob smile softly up at the petite man.

The two teenagers sat like that for ten minutes, in total silence before Billy came back into the room. He had a frown a face and the phone clutched in his hand tightly.

"Harry, Charlie says he is going out fishing with Harry Clearwater and that if you want to go home that the door is open." He didn't say much, but his eyes showed that he was concerned for not only Harry but Charlie too.

Harry nodded his head slightly and stood up. Jacob stood up with him also and looked down at his dad with a thankful smile. Harry hugged Billy before dragging Jacob back to the car, well it was a piece of junk really, but Jacob called it a car.

When they got back to Harry's house, Harry was huddled closely near Jacob for warmth, since the weather was freezing and the car had no heating.

The two of them just sat in the car for a long time before Jacob reacted. His head snapped up and he let out a feral growl. Harry turned incredulous eyes toward Jacob, asking 'WHAT THE HELL' with his eyes.

"Vampire," He growled low in his throat.

Harry stiffened… The Cullen's… which meant Emmett… great…

Jacob locked the car door, stopping Harry from getting out of the car. Harry looked him incredulously, wondering why he locked them in the car.

"It is only Emmett… you do not have to worry. He doesn't seem that bad." Harry said, making Jacob clench his teeth.

Harry flicked open the lock and stepped out. He didn't care what Jacob said right at the moment. He closed the door softly, not wanting to break the fragile looking door.

Before he could walk away Jacob grabbed his arm tightly, but not tight enough to leave a bruise. He whipped around, glaring lightly at Jacob.

"What if it isn't Emmett? I cannot protect you on their land. It could start a war between the bloodsucker and the pack. Don't cross that line." His voice was firm yet gentle, making Harry smile gently.

"Then don't draw one. Ok… look I am going into my house and I am going to talk to Emmett." And with that Harry ripped his arm out of Jacob's and defiantly walked up the stairs to his house.

Harry gasped as a large muscled arm pulled him in through the door. He squeaked as he looked up and saw Emmett's face looking down at him with big eyes.

He dragged Harry into the kitchen quickly, not seeing Jacob glare at him from outside.

He let go of Harry's arm and paced the kitchen wildly, muttering to himself. Harry looked on with wide eyes, not understanding what was going on.

"Calm down, and tell me what is going on!" He had stood up and pushed his hand against Emmett's muscled chest. He tapped his pointer finger against the muscled chest again in shock. Damn, Emmett Cullen was sex on legs. As soon as he had that thought he stopped poking him and turned bright red.

"Sorry," He muttered, staring down at his still bare feet.

"Hey, it's fine. Anyway… Rosalie, my ex-wife, told Edward that Bella (Which we now know was you), jumped off a cliff. And he thought she killed herself because of him and he went to Italy." He talked so fast that Harry could barely understand what was just said.

"Ok, but you did tell them that it was really me, right? And not Bella, right? And what is in Italy. " Harry asked.

"Of course I did, but it was too late! And in Italy is the Volturi, who are the law makers of the Vampire population. He is going there to ask for death! And we can't get in touch with him. We have to go and stop him."

Harry did not look convinced. He actually shrugged and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, Bella would be upset if Edward died right? And you don't want Bella to be upset again, do you?" Harry glared at him, while pouting to himself. That was low.

"That is low, very low." He growled under his breath, knowing that Emmett could hear it.

Emmett wrapped an arm around his shoulder and gave him a sad look. He widened his eyes and pouted his lips, leaning his head against Harry's tiny shoulder.

Harry sighed deeply, knowing how far Emmett would go for his younger brother, since he would do the same for Bella.

"What does that sigh mean, huh? Does that mean yes? Please, Harry baby, please say yes." Emmett was ready to get down on his knees and beg.

"Fine…" Harry breathed, scrunching up his nose.

Emmett turned big eyes toward Harry. "Really?" He asked and tightened his arms around his shoulders.

"I guess I am going to Italy." As soon as he said that he felt cold lips press to his cheek. His eyes widened at the contact.

Before they could even begin to walk away a dark brown blur ran into the room at top speed.

"Not without me, big brother." Jacob was standing in front of them defiantly.