A/N: wow guys.. I got such a crazy response to my first chapter! It has 1282 hits, 35 faves, and 131 alerts… but only 13 reviews… Come on and review people! Even if it's only "Cool". Though I do prefer actually sentences, in a paragraph form XD FEED THE AUTHOR!
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As for the questions, no, it will not be a threesome! It's even BETTER than a threesome!
Disclaimer: I apparently forget to put this in the first chapter… so… No, I don't own. Yes, I wish I did, and no, I don't have enough money to buy it. Now that I've gone over the new bed I want… I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight, or even That 70's show.
Pairings: Jacob/Harry, Edward/Harry (N/C), Bella/Angela, Emmet/Rosalie, Japser/Alice, Carlise/Esme, Leah/Jacob (One-sided), mentions of Hermione/Ron and Harry/Ginny and Draco/Harry
Warnings: Foul Language… Major Character Death… Non-Consensual… Violence… Depression… Character Bashing…
Summary: Harry's lost everything, and secludes himself far from his pain. Can he ever open up to his real love, especially when there's a jealous vampire waiting in the wings? Jacob/Harry
Flashbacks
"..You morons just hung vacancy signs on your asses, and my foot's lookin' for a room!"
With a groan, Harry grabbed the remote and turned off the telly. Didn't that guy, Blue was it? Anyway, didn't he know how impossible it is to put a foot up their ass? Shaking his head, he pried himself up off the couch and stretched, the muscles in his back popping loudly.
A few moments later found him in the kitchen, sipping at a glass of water.
He never realized how lonely he could be. Tapping his fingers lightly on the counter, Harry looked around him impeccably clean house. He had to stay busy, distracted.
Sighing in heavy frustration, Harry began to climb the steps to go upstairs. His soft hand lay gently on the deep mahogany banister. The smooth coldness beneath his fingers made him shiver slightly.
"Harry!" Suddenly a blur of red tackled him, causing him to grip the cool mahogany banister of one of the many flights of stairs at Hogwarts. Smiling, Harry shook his head.
"Ginny! You're going to hurt the both of us!" Chuckling throatily, Harry caught her by the wrist as her foot sunk into the missing staircase. He tugged her up, underestimating her weight and sending her forward into his arms.
He could count every freckle on her face, and the exact shade of the blush that covered her cheeks. Harry's own cheeks grew warm as he stared at her beauty.
He never noticed the cool silver eyes that glared from across the way, swimming in jealousy.
Harry's breath hitched as he yanked his hand away from the banister as if burned. Holding his fingers in his hand, he stared at them a long moment.
"You're pathetic Potter." Growling in annoyance of himself he continued up to his bedroom.
He needed to write. Writing was the only way he could think of things and not completely die inside. Though he felt as if he was already there. You could move around and still be dead.
Finally stepping into his bedroom at the top of the steps he glanced around at his huge burgundy four-poster bed. That was pretty much his room. There was a small black nightstand next to his bed and a wardrobe on the opposite wall.
"I need more furniture…" Rolling his eyes he walked over to his nightstand and grabbed his journal. Harry flung himself on the bed, grabbed his pen and opened up his book.
Then the words just started coming out.
Yeah, I get it,
You're an outcast.
Always under attack.
Always coming in last,
Bringing up the past.
No one owes you anything.
I think you need a shotgun blast,
A kick in the ass,
So paranoid. . .
Watch your back!!
Oh my, here we go...
Pausing briefly, Harry looked up and glanced out his window. Rain poured down the pane, shooting across the window. Through it he could see the blurry outline of the trees. He watched the droplets meld together and fall down the window, and drip off into the abyss.
Turning back to his work, he chewed his pen briefly.
Another lose cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower.
Quicksand's got no sense of humor.
I'm still laughing like hell.
You think that by crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.
Was he crazy? He was pretty sure he was. Hell, after what he'd been through, who wouldn't be crazy?
He chuckled to himself dryly. It was funny wasn't it? The papers always said he was loony, and he was finally starting to believe it.
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
Why couldn't he just die in the final battle along with everyone else? Why did he have to be alone to suffer for the rest of his life? It wasn't fuckin fair!
I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality,
If there's an afterlife,
Then it'll set you free.
But I'm not gonna part the seas
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You think that crying to me,
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.
Was feeling sorry for himself the best way to cope though? Ginny would be so disappointed in him for wallowing like this. Harry roughly swiped away a stray tear. Why the fuck was he so damn weak!
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up...
When you gonna wake up and fight...
Maybe it was time to be a person again. He'd been hiding in this small town for 3 months now. People had tried to come by and say hi, but he blew them off at every turn. What did he owe them anyway? He just wanted to die alone.
A brightly sparkling smile shone from halfway across the Great Hall as Ginny waved enthusiastically to Harry. Returning the bright smile, Harry quickly crossed the hall and sat down next to her.
People around them whispered to each other and scooted away as he sat down. Frowning, Harry glanced around for the nearest Daily Prophet. What were they saying now? As he finally saw one and grabbed it, he noticed Ginny worry her lower lip.
'Crazy Potter Boy's Newest Scandal!'
"It has been reported that the crazed Boy-Who-Lived has sunk his fingers into another innocent and is trying to corrupt the weak. Ginny Weasly, from the upstanding Weasly family has been pulled under his evil spell. Only time will tell—"
"Harry! Don't read the crap!" Ginny yanked the Prophet out of his hands and cast a quick Incendio charm on it, burning it to a crisp.
"Harry, promise me something." She paused and looked at him to make sure she had his attention. "Never give up. No matter what is said, or what happens, never give up. Don't give up on life Harry. I can see it in your eyes. Don't give up on me, Harry."
She pleadingly looked into his eyes. "Don't give up fighting Harry."
Smiling sadly, Harry quietly promised. "I won't Ginny…"
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
A/N: Drop me a line and tell me what you think! Kinda short, but it's a filler, the next chapter introduces some Twilight Characters!
Also I need a beta! Let me know if you're interested, and let me know why I should pick you!
Song: Sound of Madness by Shinedown
~Kupo~