AN: Hey guys! Thanks for another batch of generous reviews.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and any original characters that may show up within the story.

NOTE: Hiyo Coolio! So about that slash .. It would be really fun to write in my opinion but some of my readers brought up that it would be nice to see a crossover that didn't have slash because almost every Twilight/HP crossover is a slash. It also might be adding too much (which someone pointed out and I was worried about when I started thinking about making this a slash). So I'm gonna have to think this one over. (Oh man, that harry/cedric someone gave me would have been so cute though). AND YEA! SOMEONE ELSE POINTED THIS OUT! HOW COME ONE OF THE GUYS IN A SLASH RELATIONSHIP ALWAYS HAS TO BE A COMPLETE WEAKLING?! Well I'm not saying I would write it that way, BUT NOW THAT I REALIZE! What's up with that?! Well I mean not all stories are like that, there are some well-written slash stories that I happen to love, BUT STILL! That's enough of my rant.

But would it really be a problem to everyone if I just set Harry in a het relationship? Cause if it isn't I was going to pair Harry with Luna. She's just the cutest! And I can see an interesting reaction from the Cullens with her. Well, I mean, it's my story and I love writing it my own way but this is just the relationship and that part doesn't matter to me so I don't mind. OR! OR! I can make everyone happy and make him bi. Lol.

Chapter 3: A Look into the Past

Remus watched as Harry's 'siblings' coddled him in the kitchen. He smiled, happy to see the child so joyous. Although he knew everyone in the house could hear him, and would be listening, he found a little comfort in having just Carlisle and Esme in front of him. He sighed. "I'm sorry if I smell bad," he started, trying to break the tension. It worked perfectly. Everyone in the house but Harry laughed. Carlisle threw an arm around Esme's shoulders.

"Trust us, Remus," he answered. "If you smelled bad you would have heard it from my children once you hit the ground. You smell just fine."

"That's reassuring," he muttered. The couple before him laughed once more. He cleared his throat and shoved his hand in his pocket, toying with the idea of showing them his wand or not. "I believe that vampires have a myth of something called the 'wizarding world' correct?"

Esme looked at her husband questioningly. He nodded. "I've heard of it once before, but I never told my family."

"What is it about?" she asked.

"Well, it said that wizards and witches would take vampire lives in hopes that they could save innocent humans."

"And it's true," Remus cut in. "Although vampires aren't the largest problem of the wizarding world, it's still a part of what happened."

"So everything that Edward saw in Harry's mind- it was true?"

"Saw in his mind?" he questioned.

"You are aware that some vampires have powers?" Remus nodded at her question. "Edward is a mind reader."

"He saw many things, from floating objects to people holding twigs."

"Wands," he grinned, taking his own out of his pocket. "Wingardium Leviosa." The two were astounded as the side table began floating. "So now that you know the wizarding world is real, you must surely understand what Harry is."

"A wizard," Carlisle nodded. "And a powerful one at that if he is already performing magic."

Remus tilted his head. "Well, many babies do accidental magic at a young age… but you're correct about Harry being powerful. Extremely powerful, even."

"Why?" Esme asked.

He quieted and looked at the child that was now running around the hallway. "We're just like the muggle reality, the non-magic people that is. We have good guys and bad ones. As you saw, we perform magic by summoning it from inside of us with our wands and saying spells and incantations." He stopped and looked back at the two vampires who adopted his cub. "We have many spells, Mr. and Mrs. Cullen."

"Please," Carlisle said politely. "Call us by our names."

Remus smiled grimly. "As I was saying, we have an innumerable amount of spells, but there are three that can send any wizard or witch into panic. They're called Unforgivables, for they truly are unforgivable. Anyone who dares to use them will be thrown into Azkaban, the Wizarding prison." He flinched when he said that. "No one ever escapes. Ever."

Esme reached over and patted his shoulder. "The Unforgivables?" she asked, trying to get his mind off of whatever was bothering him about Azkaban.

Remus nodded. "The first is the Cruciatus Curse. It inflicts unimaginable pain on the victim of the curse, but it can only work if your desire to cause pain is pure. My old school friends, the Longbottoms, were tortured into insanity by this curse. They left behind a son, Neville, born on the same day as Harry." Carlisle held onto Esme tightly. What if this is the fate that Harry's parents fell into? "The second Unforgivable is the Imperius Curse. The person who is put under the curse is made to obey any spoken or unspoken command the caster gives to them. The third… The third is the Killing Curse. There's no way to block it. The only way to save yourself is if you dodge out of its way. Lily and James Potter suffered from this curse."

"Oh God, that must have been what Edward saw in Harry's mind," Esme whispered. "When it came to Harry's parents, all Edward could ever see was a green light hitting a woman."

The werewolf quickly wiped a tear that fell onto his cheek. "Right, that's exactly what the Killing Curse looks like, a bright green light. In all of history, there has only been one survivor of this curse."

"Who?" Carlisle asked.

Remus leaned back on the sofa. "Harry James Potter."

Remus was able to lay down the basics of the wizarding world. Schools, products, magical creatures, even candy…everything but the war. He had decided on saving that for last. He was able to stray away from the conversation when Harry came running in. He listened to Harry babble on about the Cullens and the silly antics he got into with his siblings. "Uncle Moony," he suddenly questioned. Remus nodded. "Where's Uncle Padfoot?" His eyes hardened and his fists clenched. Tanya was quick to understand something happened with this Padfoot. She picked Harry up and walked out.

"How do you feel for ice cream, Harry?" they heard her say before the two disappeared, leaving the Cullens and Hales alone.

Remus was sitting on the couch, silently thinking. "That bloody bastard," he whispered to himself.

"Can you tell us what exactly happened to Harry, Remus?" Esme asked quietly. "He's the only one that survived the killing curse. Is that how he got that scar?"

He turned to look at the family. "The wizarding world was being torn apart by a war, those who followed a dark wizard, one worthy enough to call himself the Dark Lord, and those who opposed him. Those who followed… him… were called death eaters."

"He-who-must-not-be-named?" Edward questioned after looking into Remus' thoughts.

A dark laugh filled the room. "That is what we were reduced to. Only a few could say his name, but most… it wasn't rare to find someone who would yell at you if you ever said his name. V-…" Remus closed his eyes. "I'm sorry. I must look mighty cowardly right now."

"It's fine, please continue," Rosalie told him.

He nodded. "The war was getting very intense. A prophecy was made, that a child was to be born and only that child could defeat the dark lord. The prophecy was specific and it only fit two children, one being Harry and the other being Neville Longbottom." They waited for him to continue. "The parents of said child supposedly defied the dark lord three times. The Potters and the Longbottoms both did so. The child was to be born as the seventh month died. Neville's birthday was on July 30th and Harry was born a day after."

"That means that Harry's real birthday is July 31st." Emmett cut in.

"Correct."

"Wait," Esme cut in. "These death eaters, were they the ones who used the Cruciatus curse on the Longbottoms?"

Remus grinned. "I like when I'm talking to people who can think fast. We were a close group of friends, James, Harry's father of course, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and me. We were friends since our first year in Hogwarts. When they found out I was a werewolf, they were devoted enough to learn a certain magic that allowed them to turn into animals, so on every full moon night, they could help me." He laughed suddenly. "Poor James was having such bad luck with Lily in the beginning. See, I hate to admit it, but we made a few bad choices in Hogwarts and one of them was bullying a boy named Severus Snape. He was one of Lily's friends and when she found out she was anything but pleased. It wasn't until our seventh year that Lily finally gave James a chance."

"And we're glad she did," Alice cut in with a fond smile on her face. "We wouldn't have Harry if she didn't."

"Completely agreed," the werewolf responded. "It was after Lily and James got married that we found out about this prophecy, when she was pregnant with him if I remember that right. James was already a wanted man. Many dark wizards were out to get him. He was an auror after all, a profession that could be compared to the muggle police man. So they decided to go into hiding. Their location, thanks to magic, could never be known or found unless their secret keeper gave the information out. A secret keeper isn't just anyone. It's a person you know you can trust with your life. Unfortunately, James and Lily chose the wrong person."

"Who did they choose?"

Remus' eyes turned quickly from amber to black. He let out a heavy breath. "Sirius."

They stared in confusion. "But you said he was one of your best friends."

"That's what we thought. We didn't know that scumbag traitor was working for the You-Know-Who the entire time. He went to his precious master and told him where Lily and James were hiding, but that wasn't enough for him. He found Peter as well and murdered him along with 12 muggle witnesses. He blew up the street, for the love of Merlin! All that was left of Peter was a finger. A sodding finger!"

"Did he escape?" Edward asked angrily.

"No," Remus laughed mirthlessly. "The aurors showed up and arrested him. He was thrown into Azkaban without a trial. Dumbledore told me as they dragged him away he was laughing hysterically. Laughing! We were his friends! He was Harry's godfather!" Tears began flowing from his eyes. "We trusted him."

Esme slowly walked over and threw an arm over the weeping man.

"I hope he rots," Emmett muttered quietly.

"So You-Know-Who killed Lily and James?" Carlisle asked. When Remus nodded he continued. "So You-Know-Who obviously went there to kill Harry. How did Harry survive? I just don't understand…"

"None of us do," Remus stuttered. "Well… When You-Know-Who murdered Lily, she gave a sacrifice of love for her son. This created some form of protection for him and the curse rebounded, shattering the Dark Lord's soul into millions. The reason that Harry has that scar is because, through that, he ended up with some of the Dark Lord's powers."'

"Powers?" Esme asked in alarm. "As in the dark arts?"

"Well some, I guess. V-Vol…" His fists clenched as he forced the words out. "Vol-de-mort. He had some other special powers as well. We don't know if it will appear in Harry."

"Like what?"

"Parseltongue, the gift of talking to snakes." Edward shot up in alarm. "What?"

"Uh," He began sheepishly. "On mother's day, when we were still in England, I took him outside to pick some flowers from the backyard. A garden snake came slithering out of a bush, hissing all it's way, and Harry began hiss back. I thought he was just fooling around, copying sounds and all."

"You didn't think of telling us this?" Carlisle asked in annoyance.

"I didn't think anything of it," he answered sheepishly.

"All of you," he said, turning to his family. "If anyone sees something unusual that Harry is doing, you'll tell Esme, Remus or I immediately, understood?" He sighed before turning back to Remus. "So this Dark Lord just vanished?" He clarified.

Remus nodded. "According to Dumbledore, I told you about him, right? The one who gave Harry to the Dursleys? Wrote that little message to you? Sent me here with no warning?" They laughed but agreed. "Well, him and of course to tales of the Boy Who Lived, yes. He just disappeared." He shook his head with a roll of eyes.

"Is that the title the Wizarding World gave Harry? The Boy Who Lived?"

"Yes, they worship him from the top of his head to the dirt under his shoe. That's the only thing I can agree on with Dumbledore. Harry should stay away from the Wizarding World because once they see that scar everyone will know who he is. They'll shower him with gifts, people who don't know him. He can't have that fame go to his head. Harry's too innocent to be tainted by such idiocy. They'll never be able to see Harry for who he is. All they will see is their hero and protector. Even with him away right now, do you know what you're dealing with?" He looked into every face before him. "If You-Know-Who were to ever return, they would definitely call on him. If someone dies, they will blame him. Harry can do absolutely nothing wrong, and they will turn their backs and alienate him. It will be hard for Harry to find true friends if you let him go to Hogwarts." Esme looked as if her heart were breaking. "I need to know you're ready for this, that you're willing to fight through all of this for him. Can you fight against the Volturi to protect him? Are you ready for your son's heart to be broken? Are you prepared to have your own heart broken when you have to hold your crying son at nights when he can't sleep? Can you handle watching a world build Harry up then tear him down over and over and over again?"

Esme began dry sobbing. She got up and ran out of the room. "Harry?" They heard her call. A soft voice was heard and the pattering of feet alerted that he was near. "Oh, baby," she cried. Remus felt guilt wash over him. Jasper's stare turned to him.

"Don't," he stated. "Don't feel guilty. We needed to know what we got ourselves into."

Alice nodded in agreement, gripping her husband's hand tightly. Emmett, who had been sitting next to Remus, patted the man's back. "It's okay, mutt."

"Emmett!" Edward groaned. "Must you be so rude?"

Remus laughed in response. "It's fine, Edward. I don't mind. It's better to be called a mutt than what others have called me."

Alice couldn't stop herself. "Did people beat you up? Is that why your clothes are so ugly?"

"Alice!" Carlisle said in horror, Esme standing in the doorway with a mortified look on her face. Harry was in her arms, seemingly unaware of anything that anyone was saying. "Apologize!"

"No, please don't," he cut in. "It's fine. I completely agree. These clothes are terrible."

"Then why do you wear them?" she asked desperately.

"I don't have money to buy any. You see, like I said before, some magical creatures are thought of as dark ones. Unfortunately, werewolves are part of that group. It's hard for me to find a job and although some of my bosses didn't know at first, they eventually found out and fired me."

"That's horrid!"

He nodded sadly. "I'm revolted to say that I depended on my friends greatly. I'm ashamed at the lengths they had to go for me, but that's why I'm so grateful for them. They truly did care for me."

"Yes well," Alice pursed her lips before she gave him a big grin. "It's a good thing I saw you before you came! I went shopping once I saw that sorry outfit!"

"Alice!" Carlisle shouted again.

"Why didn't you tell us?! What good is a seer that doesn't tell us anything?!" Edward hissed. "We were close to ripping his head off the first time we saw him! And I thought you had trouble with your visions when a werewolf comes into the picture."

"But he's a real one, not those phony bologna ones, so it wouldn't give me as much trouble, would it!"

"That still doesn't answer why you didn't tell us…however it does answer why whenever Remus would say something, you'd just repeat it in your thoughts."

"I wanted it to be a surprise!"

"What a nice surprise," Rosalie drawled sarcastically.

"Well I didn't know that part! He was unsure if he would tell us about Harry or not so his future kept changing."

"You could have at least told us what was clear!"

"What's the fun in that?"

"We're not talking about enjoyment, we're talking about knowledge!"

"Well with that statement, one would think you liked school. Daddy! Rosalie wants to go to high school again."

"Shut up you little nuisance!"

"Are they always like this?" Remus asked Carlisle. Esme was still cuddling with Harry, afraid to let her son go.

Carlisle shook his head. "It's surprising how much more catty they can get."

"Wow, Remus! When you don't look so shaggy you're quite handsome!" He laughed when he heard Esme shouted at Alice from downstairs. After a night of rest, he didn't look as tired so he couldn't help but agree with what Alice told him. Simple jeans and a blue zip sweater. He didn't look half bad! "When you go out, you're going to have to beat women off you with a stick."

"Oh, dear Alice. I couldn't date if I wanted to."

"And why do you say that?" She questioned him as she took his hand and began leading him back down.

"Let's not forget my monthly problem."

"You're not a woman so what could you possibly be talking about," She teased. He shook his head in disbelief. He hadn't been this happy in two years. Dumbledore was right. This family was perfect for his little cub.

"Why Remus," he heard. He looked up and blushed when he saw Tanya smiling at him as she passed to go back up to her room. "Alice was right, but maybe you'll need a crowbar. A stick will break easily."

"Quite handsome," Eleazar nodded. "You looked like you went through hell the first time you got here."

"Not quite, but pretty close," He muttered. Eleazar made to apologize but Remus raised his hand and waved it off. "It's fine."

"You did a good job for a little idiot," Rosalie told her sister. Alice glared up at her.

"Can we please move the attention away from me?" Remus pleaded.

Edward snorted. "Unlikely. Alice will make sure attention is always on you. She takes pride in her work and until she gets a new one, you're going to be her little Ken Doll."

"I take that little comment personally for him," Alice cut in. "If he's little then I must be microscopic, but Edward is right. You're my fun little project now!"

"We just met him yesterday. Don't you think you should give him time to breathe?"

"I've already seen him becoming part of our family. Why wait?" Before Edward could answer, she quickly cut him off. "Now, before she left with Carlisle to hunt, Esme told me to tell you guys that she wants one of us to wake Harry up."

"I'll do it!" Emmett called.

"Let me," Jasper said politely.

"I want to do it," Rosalie told them.

Edward shook his head. "May I? I feel like bringing him to the piano today."

"Rock, paper scissors for it," Alice sang.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Can't you just tell us who wins?"

"I do! Excellent! Time to wake the human!" Remus laughed as he followed her up the stairs, eager to get his first view of Harry's room. He smiled when he saw that the Denalis had prepared one for him, fully decorated. The walls were decked out in a sky blue with white paint sponged on to look like clouds. Two toy boxes were in the room, sitting at opposite corners, and a dresser stood across from his bed to keep hold all of his clothes. Harry was peacefully sleeping on a giant racecar bed, his blanket stretching up to cover his mouth. Alice tiptoed towards the snoozing boy and began tickling his sides. "Wakey wakey, love!" Harry began squirming and he hid his smile as he turned away from her. He pulled the blanket over his head when he realized that Alice wasn't going to leave. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Hmm."

"I don't know how to cook that, silly!"

A quiet giggle reached the werewolf's ears. "Sleep!"

"Come baby-cakes. Look, Uncle Moony is here."

The boy groaned and began thrashing around. "Wanna sleep!"

"Harry," she said sternly. "I'll get mother." She knew her threat wasn't real, since the couple was out, but the boy instantly stopped and, although he was whining, got up. He smiled sleepily at Remus before tumbling off his bed and clumsily making his way to the bathroom.

"Someone better go after him. He's going to mistaken Tanya's room for the bathroom… and she'll be changing." The two heard Tanya squeal in her room as she quickly moved to lock the door. "It'll be too late."

"NO! HARRY!"

Harry's screams followed. "MOMMY!" He shrieked.

"OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY!"

Alice frowned. "I didn't see this coming." They quickly walked into the hallway to see Harry on the ground. "Tanya! What did you do?!"

"I- I don't know! I wasn't thinking! I didn't even-" Her pleas of forgiveness were drowned out by Harry's crying. "Oh God!" She moaned, throwing her hands over her face. She quickly slammed her door when she realized she was still half-dressed. Remus kneeled down, ignoring those who ascended the stairs and the others who walked out of their rooms. "I didn't mean to push him!" They heard Tanya shout through her door.

"You did what?" Rosalie hissed, glaring at the door.

"Oh dear," Remus murmured. "Harry has quite a large bump on his head…" he lifted his shirt up, "and a bruise on his stomach from where Tanya pushed him."

"Open this door, Tanya!" Irina demanded.

"Oh, but I didn't mean to!" She answered.

"Tanya!"

"I hope you drown in your guilt," Rosalie growled.

"Aw come on, Rosie," Emmett said, trying to soothe the situation. He picked his little brother up and began to bounce him up and down to try and stop his tears. "He was going to get hurt eventually."

"The whole point of us existing in his life is that so he doesn't get hurt! And plus! I'd rather have him being hurt by other humans then by super-strength vampire idiots!"

"Hey!" Tanya defended herself as she pulled the door open. She was fully clothed and her face was looking down in shame.

"Well you are!"

Harry's sobs were still strong as he gripped Emmett's shoulders tightly. If Harry hadn't been injured, it would look like quite a funny scene. Emmett was far too wide for Harry's arms and legs to wrap around him. It looked as if someone had glued the boy to the front of Emmett, his arms and legs spreading around the vampire as far as they could go. It was quite comical indeed. "Aw, now little bro," Emmett cooed. "It's okay. Tanya didn't mean to hurt you." Harry's bawling only grew louder when Edward touched his head to see how large the bump was.

The bronze-haired vampire flinched. "Sorry, little one. If your hair wasn't so... well I would have seen it better."

"You could have just asked me," Remus cut in sardonically. Edward shot him a glare.

"Daddy!" Remus felt a knife pierce his heart. He knew that he had accepted the family and trusted them, but in his heart it was still hard to hear Harry refer to anyone as his parents if they weren't James and Lily. Edward placed a hand on his shoulder. Oh right, the mind reader. Remus gave him a sad smile.

"It's okay," He whispered. Remus nodded in gratitude.

"Oh sweetheart, their out right now," Kate whispered to Harry as he continued to cry for Carlisle. "They'll come back soon."

"Maybe one of us should call them," Jasper suggested quietly.

"Esme wouldn't be happy to know that we didn't call her."

"Wait, wait," Emmett told them. Harry was becoming quieter. After a few more moments, his hiccups and sniffles sounded only once every few minutes. "You okay, bud?" Harry shook his head against Emmett's chest. "Aw come on, kiddo! You're a man! Men don't cry! We're tough. Grr!" Tears continued to leak out of Harry's eyes as the aching bump on his head pounded away. "Does it still hurt?" he asked curiously, raising a hand to touch it.

"Emmett, don't!" Alice shouted, but his fingers had already brushed it. Harry let out a yelp as he began weeping loudly again.

"Oops."