A/N: First off, To Potterfan87, Ill update when I can and want to. If that happens to be once every few months, or even years, cough cough, then so be it. I have a real life with real responsibilities. Get over it. Though expect more updates soon. My muse has been pelting ideas at me!

Thank you for the reviews everyone! Sorry about the long update times, but life has been hectic lately.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight, nor do I own the song .45 by Shinedown

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

A young beautiful girl with spiky hair frowned, her brow furrowed in thought. This was so confusing! Glimpses. She kept getting glimpses of a future that did not make sense. She huffed to herself and crossed her arms over her chest.

A sleek male arm drifted over her shoulders and settled into place accompanied with a face full of worry.

"Is everything ok Alice?" The man enquired. Alice sighed and shook her head.

"No Jasper. I just… Can we lose our powers over time?" She looked at her husband imploringly. She didn't know what she would do if her powers disappeared. They were a part of her.

Jasper frowned, also thinking about it. It was unheard of. The Volturi has been around for years and all their powers were as powerful as ever.

"I don't think so. What have you been seeing?" He moved his arm down to retrieve her hand in comfort.

Alice frowned again and looked forward, staring into the televisions' blank screen. She hunched forward slightly on the couch, holding his hand.

"Just glimpses. I don't get it!" She quickly released his hand and stood up, pacing the beautifully decorated living room. Their mother, Esme, really had an eye for this.

"I see a young man with wild dark hair and violent green eyes." She paused in her movements and closed her eyes, as if wishing for another vision of the beauty. "And I can feel immense loneliness and loss." She glanced over at her husband. "I've never felt anything from my visions before."

Jasper stood as well and moved next to Alice. "We'll have to ask Carlisle when he gets home. I have no idea why your powers would be changing." He paused. "What else have you seen?"

Alice worried her lower lip for a moment before answering. "I see Edward. But not our Edward." She moved back to the couch and plopped down very human like. "He seemed, possessed." She paused for a moment, weighing her words. "He was… Like a monster." She said quietly. Alice knew how badly Edward thought he was a monster, and she did not want him to overhear.

He was supposed to be out hunting, but you never knew when he would come back.

Jasper looked surprised as he resumed his seat next to Alice. "Definitely need to talk to Carlisle, when Edward is not around." They both stayed silent for a long moment, as they thought. Jasper could feel the worry rolling of Alice in waves, and they still had about three hours before their sire came home.

She needed a distraction.

Jasper smirked and quirked his brow, his arm moving around her shoulder once more, pulling her close. "There is no point worrying yourself to death." Alice chuckled at the absurdness of that statement. Then she froze for a moment as a vision took her. A sly grin crossed her features as she silently took his hand and they raced up the stairs.

Harry stood in front of his two story house. He could never call it a home. Home is where the heart is, after all, and his heart, figuratively anyway, stopped beating long ago.

Sentiments of fresh air crossed his mind as he was pelted with cold rain drops. A mirthless laugh escaped his lips, and he turned and headed toward the trees.

"Rain, rain…" He faded off. Harry didn't really want the rain to go away. It was a reflection of the inside. His unruly black hair was plastered against his forehead. He really did enjoy the rain. He would say love, but he hadn't loved anything since…

He shook his head and growled angrily at himself. This was not the way to keep his mind off that particular subject!

Harry let his feet lead him as his mind wandered between no thoughts and dangerous ones. The storm worsened as the skies darkened, only to be lit up again by a streak of lightening. He couldn't find the energy to be afraid, or even worried. Noticing a tree that had fallen over, he went over to it and laid on it, facing up into the oncoming rain.

Perhaps he would be swept up in the wind. If only he were that lucky.

Edward winced as he rubbed his temples. Something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Lately he had been hearing things on a seemingly higher frequency. He couldn't explain it. He couldn't understand what people were thinking unless he concentrated! Normally this would be a blessing, but it left a huge ringing in his head. It was either purposefully listen to people's thoughts, something he had been trying not to do his entire undead existence, or suffer an excruciating headache.

Definitely a hard choice, but what was causing it?

He would find out if it was the last thing he did.

Bella was bored and irritated. That was never a good combination. She was so sick and tired of all these people gossiping about her and trying to be her friend because she was the 'new girl'. Not to mention Edward was being so cryptic these days, she didn't know whether to hug him or hit him. Sighing in frustration, she grabbed her raincoat and threw it on. She had to get out of the house. Jessica Stanley kept calling her, asking her opinion about dresses and boys and oh what did she think of that new movie with the hot actor and blah blah blah.

Charlie wasn't home yet so she jotted a note that said she was going for a walk, just in case he got back first. The chief of police was bound to be worried. That was another thing that drove her crazy, her overprotective father. Granted, she enjoyed someone doting on her, but she was a teenage girl. She needed space.

The rain had slowed to a drizzle so she decided to brave the woods. Edward had told her not to go in the woods alone, it was too dangerous, too many roots to trip on, and too many animals to eat you. She smirked slightly to herself, thinking of the way Edward worded that. She new Edward and his family were vampires. She had figured it out almost right after he saved her from the van that was going to crush her. She had been trying to drop hints for weeks that she knew what he was. They were dating, yes, but he put so much space between them, worried she would find out their secret. Ha.

Bella had a secret of her own, she was a squib. Her mother was a witch, but left the Wizarding world right before meeting Charlie. There was a war going on and she wanted no part of it, so she hung up her wand, so to speak, and embraced life as a muggle. Renee, her mother, never told Charlie about the Wizarding world, but she did tell Bella.

Renee never saw Bella show any kind of magical ability, so she assumed that her daughter was a squib. They never tested her though, but Renee did let Bella read her secret stash of books, from her schooling and such. Her mother was quite the bookworm!

Suddenly, Bella was pulled from her thoughts when she heard a voice talking. She paused and stilled, staying silent and listening. No, they were singing.

Send away for a priceless gift,

One not subtle, one not on the list.

Send away for a perfect world,

One not simply so absurd.

In these times, of doing what you're told,

Keep these feelings, no one knows.

Whatever happened, to the young mans heart?

Swallowed by pain as he slowly fell apart.

Bella quietly moved forward. Most thought her to be clumsy, but she had a hidden grace. She could be sneaky when she wanted something, and right now she wanted to know who that beautiful but sad voice belonged to.

And I'm staring down the barrel of a .45,

Swimming through the ashes of another life.

No real reason to accept the way, things to change,

Staring down the barrel of a .45.

The voice grew louder the closer she got, until finally, she could see a sheen of raven black hair splayed across the bark of a tree and a young boy laying on said tree. She stayed silent and crouched behind her own tree, those hers was still standing tall and listened.

Send a message to the unborn child,

Keep your eyes open, for awhile.

In a box high up on the shelf,

Left for you no one else.

There's a piece of a puzzle known as life,

Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight.

Whatever happened, to the young mans heart?

Swallowed by pain as he slowly fell apart.

And I'm staring down the barrel of a .45,

Swimming through the ashes of another life.

No real reason to accept the way, things to change,

Staring down the barrel of a .45.

Who hurt him this bad? She could tell that this boy was very cynical, and sad. Her heart wrenched as the song shifted.

Everyone's pointing their fingers…

Always condemning me.

Nobody knows what I believe…

I believe.

And I'm staring down the barrel of a .45,

And I'm swimming through the ashes of another life.

There is no real reason to accept the way, things to change,

Staring down the barrel of a .45….

His voice faded off and she could see the tell-tale signs of tears down his cheeks. Bella decided to give him a moment to collect himself. She knew that she would be embarrassed if someone caught her singing or crying, though she wasn't sure which would be more embarrassing.

After a long moment, the boy sat up and rubbed tiredly at his eyes. She took this as her cue to show herself. She silently back-tracked a short way, then walked back towards him, this time making noise.

The boy stood quickly and brandished a stick in her direction. She hadn't wanted to startle him.

"Hello?" She called out. Maybe if he knew she was human he would relax, which he did marginally when he could finally see her.

"My name is Bella." She finally stopped walking when she was a few feet from him. She noticed the stick had disappeared; perhaps he dropped it, not that it would have been much protection anyway.

The boy looked at her as if he was dissecting her, studying her carefully.

"Harry." Was all he said. She smiled. It was better than nothing. He didn't look like he wanted to socialize, but she would make him!

"Well Harry, it's nice to meet you!" She moved a little closer to him, being careful not to startle him as if he was a squirrel.

"Likewise." He ground out. She could tell he didn't mean it.

Harry glared at her as she continued to talk. Couldn't she tell that he just wanted to wallow in the drizzle?

"You look young… ish." She added as he looked angrier. "I haven't seen you around town or in school. Are you very new?"

He shook his head. "I've been here for about three months." He instantly snapped his mouth shut. Why the hell did he answer her? He was just going to stand here and glare at her until she walked away. What was going on?

"Oh! Well how old are you? I'm just curious." She smiled again, taking yet another step closer to him.

"17." He looked angry at himself. This Bella woman… Why was he compelled to answer her questions?

"Why did you move here?" She tilted her head slightly to the side as she made it next to him, and then sat down on the previously occupied fallen tree.

"There was no one left back home." He frowned and resigned himself to his fate, sitting down as well. Harry wanted to walk away, to not answer her questions, but something made him stay. Something made him want to talk to her.

Bella looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I see. What happened?" She knew that these questions were crossing a line that shouldn't be crossed, but he seemed to want to talk, which shocked her to her core. She thought he would walk off and she would have to try to find him again, but instead here he was, spilling his story to a complete stranger.

"They all either died, or turned on me. Calling me a nutter, blaming me for their misfortunes." Harry spoke with a beautiful British accent that made Bella blush slightly, though the words just made her frown.

"So that's what the song was about." She muttered, more to herself than anyone.

Harry stiffened as he heard this. No one was meant to hear his music ever again. It was to be hidden from the world, just as he was supposed to be. Then again, here he was, talking to this muggle girl. He still did not know why. Perhaps she possessed some kind of power to keep him here and talking? He almost laughed at the absurdity in that.

Bella sighed and looked up, letting the drizzle of rain patter against her face.

"I love the rain." She paused, wondering how he took the subject change.

"I do too." Harry looked at her, surprised as she closed her eyes and let the rain wash over her. She reminded him a bit of Luna. His heart clenched painfully as he thought those very words. Another friend he couldn't save.

"Well Harry. It was very nice to meet you, and I would like to do it again." She knew she had to slow this down or he wouldn't talk to her again.

"It is up to you, but I will be in this same spot at the same time tomorrow." She paused and glanced at him, her eyes taking in his features. He had the greenest eyes she had ever seen. They were like pools of emeralds, but they were also filled with so much pain that you could drown in them if you weren't careful. His eyes were set in a soft and beautiful face with angular features that made him gorgeous in a way completely different from Edward.

"I'll see you tomorrow, hopefully Harry." With that she stood and tore her gaze from his face. Without looking back she walked back the way she came with a new face swimming in her thoughts. He had so much hurt and sadness in him for him to be so young. She wanted to know who he was and everything about him.

Harry watched her leave, stunned. He had told her much more than he should have, and the worst part was, he had no idea why. Slowly he got up and began walking back to his house.

But he would be there tomorrow to try and find out.

A/N: Ok, so this chapter is longer than the previous, though still short. I'm already working on the next chapter, so the update won't be too long. My new goal is to update once a week on this story, then after this is done, go back and look over my other stories to see what I'll be doing with those.

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