And who can deny Harry's puppy dog eyes?
Apparently neither Jacob nor Emmett can deny Harry when he uses his puppy dog eyes. They had both caved five minutes later, but only after Harry stared them down, without blinking.
So now they were at an airport, with Harry bouncing excitedly around the three tall men. Both Jacob and Emmett smiled down at him, but Edward just rolled his eyes and went back to reading the thoughts of the people around them. He didn't see what Emmett saw in the human. He was like an over excited kid, who had too much energy. Bella was nothing like this human. She was calm, mature, and beautiful (to him of course). She did not act she was high every five damn minutes, and she also didn't use stupid methods t get people to say yes. But he wouldn't say anything about the human because Emmett (for some reason) liked him. But it didn't mean he couldn't dislike the kid behind everyone's backs.
Harry was feeling ecstatic! He was going to Scotland, where he knew Severus and Albus were. Also, the rest of his dysfunctional family lived there. He couldn't wait to Sev, who was like another father to him, and wanted nothing more then to call him up and ruin the whole surprise. But he refrained from doing so, because he liked surprises. He missed Theo, Draco, and Blaise. He also missed his only friend who was in Gryffindor, Neville. Neville was shy and sweet, kind of like Harry. He never talked to people unless he was really good friends with them, and he tended to shy away from attention. Draco was the complete opposite of Neville. Draco grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, while Neville grew up with his grandmother who always compared him to his dad. Both Theo and Blaise grew up like Draco, but they were more down to earth.
Emmett smiled down at the tiny human who was bouncing around them as if he drank seven cups of caffeinated coffee. He looked adorable, jumping around with his hair flying everywhere. He had a bright smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye that could possibly light up the whole room. He had managed to say 'Thank you' over fifty times in one minute. This was quite a feat for the human who actually had to breathe. Harry was so thankful that he had even kissed Emmett on the cheek. He didn't even care that Harry kissed Jacob on the cheek too. He felt happy that the small human had even kissed him, even though it was only on the cheek. Life was great!
Jacob kept chuckling at the sight of his 'Big brother', as he ran around in circles like an overexcited puppy. He had seen the way the biggest Cullen had looked at Harry, and went into protective mode very quickly. He was on guard, ready to jump the big one, in case it was needed. He didn't look at Harry like Edward looked at Bella. As if he was food. He actually liked the biggest Cullen more then the mind reader. This was odd, because he usually hated all the Cullen's'. With the exception of Rosalie (surprised huh?) because she didn't like that Bella and Edward were together. And even though he was over Bella (surprised you again, didn't he?) she was still his friend. And he hoped that she did not take Cullen (mind reader) back.
"Flight 234 to Scotland is now boarding!" A loud, screechy female voice said over the PA system.
Harry grabbed both Emmett's and Jacob's hands and tried to pull them toward the gate. He didn't care that in reality he was not really pulling them. They were just too HUGE!!
He checked his ticket and then the other threes tickets. He was seat 18, Jacob was seat 20, Emmett was 19 and Edward was 24. He thought about the strange seat arrangements as they began setting down their stuff and settling down into the uncomfortable chairs. He was on the isle, with Emmett in the middle and Jacob sitting by the window. Edward sat two rows in front of them, with some old lady who kept talking to him about her seventeen grandkids.
Emmett had to stifle his laughter, but he knew that Edward heard him; by the way he turned around and glared. Harry had caught on with what was going on and giggled quietly to his self.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see that Jacob was smirking. He couldn't help but to smile at his bigger 'younger brother'. He knew that Jacob hated Edward (Harry did too), but Bella (for some odd reason) was happy with him. And Harry would keep his opinion to his self, because he didn't want to upset his sister.
They landed in Scotland four hours later. Harry had fallen asleep half way through the plane ride, and was now walking through the airport half asleep. He would not allow anyone to carry him ('I'm not a girl', he said), and was now stubbornly making his way through the crowds of people loitering around the airport.
They rented a car for two days, and began to drive along the busy streets. They were listening to Harry sleepily tell them how to get to Hogwarts. Edward and Emmett were confused as to where they were going, but Jacob was not. He knew all about Severus and Harry's other family in Scotland/London. He knew that Severus was a teacher at Hogwarts, and how he was a father to Harry. Harry had talked about him so much in the beginning that Jacob actually thought he (Severus) was Harry's boyfriend. He was quickly corrected though.
They stopped in front of the front gate, and paused as the two vampires looked at the castle in shock. Harry got out of the car, punched in the code for the gate, and quickly got back in.
Edward pulled into a parking space between a black motorcycle and a Jeep. Harry said that the motorcycle was his Uncle Sirius' and the Jeep was his Uncle Remus'. Across from them was what looked to be a hippy van, painted in bright colors? Harry said that was the Headmasters' car. And next to that were a black Mustang and a small white Acura. Severus owned the Mustang and McGonagall owned the Acura.
Harry jumped out of the car excitedly and grabbed his backpack out of the trunk. He was glad that he had clothes in Severus' guest room, because he was not wearing the outfit in his backpack more then once. He was stubborn like that.
Harry was sure that they could find clothes for the other three teenagers somewhere. Possibly Blaise cause he was hugely muscled as well. He was probably the biggest out of the five best friends (Neville, Draco, Blaise, Theo, and Harry).
He ran to the front door of the castle and banged on the door continuously until a very pissed off man came to the door.
"Hey Mr. Filtch! Good to see yah!" Harry practically sang as he walked in the front door and towards the Great Hall.
Nobody really questioned his surprise visits, but mostly because they were never really surprises. He always managed to spill to somebody.
Mr. Filtch managed a small grimace (His try of a smile), but only because Harry was the only one that was nice to him. In fact, Harry was nice to everyone, but Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They were right prats!
The other three followed Harry quickly, not wanting to get lost in massive castle. They stopped short when they saw three men surrounding Harry. The tallest one had black shoulder length hair that looked slightly greasy, but not enough to be totally noticeable, black eyes, and a roman nose. He wore all black, except for the green piece of ribbon he had tied around his wrist.
The next man was almost as tall as the first. He had curly black hair, deep blue eyes, and was wearing blue jeans and a maroon and gold t-shirt. He was definitely a good looking man. He also had a green piece of ribbon tied around his wrist.
The last man was the shortest and skinniest of them all. He had graying brown hair that curled slightly behind his ears and glowing gold eyes. He was tan, which was saying something because the other two were deathly pale, and stood only five inches above Harry. He, too, had the piece of ribbon around his wrist.
They all had a death grip on the boy, mostly the one who was dressed in all black. Harry had his face buried in the second guys chest, and his hand clasping the third mans' shirt. He looked like a kid who was surrounded by his parents.
"What are you doing here, green eyes?" The second man asked Harry.
"I had a fight with my dad and I had to get away, Sirius." Harry whispered, but the three (with their awesome super hearing) heard him.
"And who are these three young men, Harry?" The shortest man asked his voice quiet yet caring.
"The big, pale one is Emmett. The big, tan one is Jacob. And the shortest, pale, ugly-haired one is Edward." Harry said, and could hear Emmett snorting along with Jacob and Edward growling angrily.
The tallest man snorted and muttered something about, "Incorrigible brat," all while messing Harry's hair up. His voice was a deep baritone that ran down your spine, making you shiver.
"Thanks, Sev! I love you too!" Harry playfully said. He then continued to pull Severus' hair and practically bury himself into the warm body. He was exhausted, and rightfully so.
He felt someone pick him up, like they would hold a child, and begin to walk. Severus, who was the one carrying Harry, signaled the three young men to follow him.
They did, not wanting to anger the man, and quickly caught up with them.
They arrived at a big wooden door, and while Severus fished his keys out of his pocket, he handed Harry to Emmett. He then continued to unlock the door, take Harry back into his arms and walk into his bed chambers.
"You three can decide which room you want. There are two guest bedrooms, two in one room and one in the other." He ordered, pointing to two doors down the hall from his own.
"What about Harry? Where will he sleep?" Emmett asked, curiously.
Severus had to refrain from sneering at the boy, and only because he was Harry's friend.
"He will be sleeping in my room, since I am renovating his room this summer and nothing is in there as of now. When you are done getting situated meet me back in the living room."
With that said, Severus turned around swiftly and closed the door to his room. He laid Harry down on his king sized bed and carefully began to take Harry's day clothes off the tiny body. He was careful not to wake Harry up, and slipped one of his own pajama shirts over the petite boy. The shirt was too big and went down to below his knees, but it would keep him warm.
He carefully tucked Harry into the bed, kissed his cheek and then his forehead, before heading back into the living room.
As he walked into the living room he saw Jacob (the tan one, right?) and Edward (ugly-haired kid) glaring at each other. Just like he, Remus and Sirius used to do.
His summer was about to get more interesting then it already had been, Severus noted to himself.