Thanks for the few reviews, I do appreciate it,
I just want to allow readers to know that I've noticed my errors in the last chapter and am extremely sorry. I made extra sure that this chapter was far better than the last when it comes to grammatically in correct things and spelling. Thank-you for understanding, and I hope you enjoy the next chapter to Transparent Fall… Oh, and for those who might become confused—because Harry grew up with Severus, it's only common knowledge that one of Harry's best friends be Draco, so for future reference, remember that.
Other than that, I realize that my rating for this story is in fact 'T', and I'm almost positive that it will most likely change in the future depending on where I take the story, but I will warn you ahead of time before I make any rate changes. Thanks again for the understanding.
I have the next few days off, so I decided to put my first day of being lazy to work and wrote this chapter. I tried to focus on it being a bit longer than the last two; and I hope it's satisfying enough. I never was a fan of short chapters myself, so I'm sure you aren't either. Please Enjoy!
Transparent Fall: Chapter Three
Papers were scattered across the kitchen, a copy of the mandatory studying book that Severus will be teaching with at this new muggle school lay opened on the mahogany table. The soon to be 'muggle teacher' had been doing all that he could in the last two weeks to learn about this silly thing muggles call chemistry. Around four in the morning Severus decided it was completely acceptable to wish the deepest of pain onto the Potter boy, how dare he throw him in such a situation? Tomorrow would be the day he began teaching, and though he studied as best he could (and came to find that it truly isn't much different from teaching potions), he hadn't the faintest clue what the hell he was doing.
"Sev', you need to sleep, school starts tomorrow and if you're not well rested—"
"Don't patronize me, shouldn't you be sleeping?" Severus asked, not once tearing his eyes from the words written down in the scheduled book that he'd be using to teach his new students, "You weren't out flying, were you? I told you not to do that."
"I wasn't flying," Harry said, his face narrowing on the older man, he wasn't a child and therefore didn't like being treated as such, "Hedwig woke me up, she's restless… I was hoping you'd be okay with letting her out to fly for a bit so she'll calm down,"
There was a small silence, and then Severus straightened, "You know how risky it'll be if someone recognizes her, I warned you before we came here that she won't get much air—"
"But it's not like anyone around here is going to notice my owl, we're in bloody America, Severus, she needs to stretch her wings," the boy sounded defiant, and Severus was about to give up and give Harry what he wanted just so he wouldn't be annoyed any further. Harry continued, "Stop being paranoid over useless and unneeded things,"
There was a scoff, "Do as you please, but she comes straight back before the sun fully rises, understood?"
"Yes! Thank-you, Severus," Harry hugged his teacher from behind, creating a surprised grunt from the dark teacher before the teenager rushed upstairs to his owl and release her from that rubbish cage and give her wing-space.
He opened his window by pushing it up, and then, Hedwig took flight into the crisp morning air; the approaching morning dew leaving it humid and a bit moist. Harry smiled, leaning against his window to watch his owl flap her wings and happily glide through the new atmosphere. Harry wished he could write to his friends, wished he didn't have to be forced to a life of constant fighting, fear, and hiding. He knew this was for the best though, to come to America and be cut off from the magical world. Still, he was allowed to miss his best friends Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Draco Malfoy.
He remembers the last time he'd seen his friend, Draco, and can't help but smile. They were having a quick game of chess while Severus was busy talking to Lucius Malfoy about very few important things that hardly mattered to the two teenagers. Harry and Draco became friends at a young age, since Severus had already been named the godfather of the blonde Slytherin, Harry didn't have any problem becoming friends with the other boy.
He sighed, his eyes flickering to the owl once more before she disappeared into the wooded area to hunt for various rodents. Harry turned away from the window, leaving it open for when Hedwig planned on returning, and went to lay back down on his bed to catch an hour or so more of sleep.
Hedwig flew, swerving in and out of tree branches way, and diving every so often as she enjoyed the beautiful surrounding and scents. She swooped down to land on a branch and her large eyes blinked. Across from her just a few feet stalking through the woods had been a pair of humans. They both glanced up and saw the snowy bird and raised an eyebrow as they looked at each other with curiosity. They've seen owls before, plenty of times, hell—they even hunted a few. But never had they seen one as beautifully sculpted as this one.
The owl let out a small squawk and took off from the branch and flew back towards her new home where her owner, Harry, was soundly asleep. He knew his owl would return before the sun fully made an appearance, so he wasn't worried too much. She swooped up into the window and into her opened cage with a happy shake of her wings; she was clueless to her followers, who stood at the tree line just behind the house looking up at the window that the owl had flew in.
Jasper's eyes widened and he had to grab Edward and use as much of his strength as possible to keep his brother from jumping through the window and killing the boy inside. Jasper could feel the emotions pouring from the other and knew he was in some deep shit if he couldn't get Edward away quickly. Want, thirst, want, thirst, and want, those were the emotions oozing out from the other vampire. Jasper quickly tried to speak to his outrageous brother, Edward, you need to calm down, calm down!
A nasty snarl erupted from Edward, his usually topaz eyes now dark black due to the smell that floated down from the open window. All Edward could think about was the sweet blood that entered his nose; he'd destroy anything in his path just so he could get to that wonderful smell. Jasper sighed when he was able to calm Edward down enough to make the other vampire realised that had been happening. His chest hurt, a harsh weight pressing down onto every part of his body as he rejected the urge to devour whoever it was in the home in front of him.
Jasper made eye contact with him and shook his head. Jasper was smart, he knew that this particular house had been empty for as long as he could remember. He also knew that Alice had mentioned that Edward's mate, Harry, had recently moved in. Edward's behavior was enough to give the rest away so that it made perfect sense. This was Harry's home, and from the emotions Jasper felt from Edward…
Harry was his singer.
"No, Edward… Look at me. I said look at me Edward! You need to fight this, go home and get away from here," Jasper watched as Edward's eyes looked to his brother in horror. Edward's thoughts were nothing pleasant, and he was horrified at the monstrosities that he wanted to do at the very moment, "Move, Edward, you need to get away from here,"
Edward did as told and fled the area. Jasper turned to look back up to the house, these next few months were going to be very interesting indeed, and he began to wonder if Alice saw this happening; if perhaps there had been a different outcome where Edward couldn't fight his desires and ended up attacking his own mate, feeding from him and leaving no time for him to live—killing him. Would Edward have been able to live with himself? Jasper decided not to think about it any longer, because it (thankfully) didn't happen like that. Jasper then dashed after his brother to make sure he was making it home alright.
oOoOoOo
It was the first day back to school, and Alice couldn't help but be worried and excited all at the same time. This would be the day she met Harry, and her new teacher Professor Snape. Edward wasn't coming today; he decided to go to Alaska for a few weeks because of what happened with Jasper in the woods yesterday morning. Alice was surprised, she didn't think Harry would have that sort of effect on her brother, and she could only hope that when Edward returned from Alaska everything would be fine.
Emmett and Rosalie already graduated, for what seemed like the millionth time, and so Alice and Jasper were the only two of the Cullen family that would be showing up to school today since Edward couldn't make it. Alice knew a few people that will probably be saddened by this; like Jessica Stanley, who had a very creepy obsession with the vampire who hardly spoke three words to her. Alice and Jasper pulled into the school's parking lot and hopped from their expensive vehicle and made their way into the school. They held hands with each other until they had to pull away to go to their separate classes.
Alice grinned, knowing her first class was Chemistry (the odds in that happening, ha) and made sure she was the first student to the room, trying her hardest not to grin when the new teacher jumped at the sound of someone coming into his class (a class that looked completely different than his back at Hogwarts), she cheerily went up to his desk and held her hand out, "Hello, I'm Alice Cullen, you're the new chemistry teacher, correct? It's nice to meet you, I'm sure you're going to do a wonderful job teaching here at Forks High,"
Severus had no clue how to react to her; none of his students had boldly gone up to his desk before and demand a handshake, unless they were Slytherin of course. Different replies swept through his brain, and he tried to think of a suitable one, "Welcome to my class, Ms. Cullen, please take a seat anywhere in the room," he ignore her held out hand, but didn't once let the odd colour of the girl's eyes slip his mind. He shook it off and motioned his hand once again in annoyance and sighed mentally when the woman nodded with a smile and took a seat near the front of the room.
In a short amount of time more students piled into the room, and by the time the bell rang the class door was closed and Severus was staring into the eyes of anxious students. He was well prepared, spending the last two weeks studying up on things, and he figured he could probably get away with having them read from the blasted text books and get by through the year like that. He shook his head and turned to the chalk board, grabbing the white calk and scribbling the name 'Snape' boldly onto the green slate.
He turned back to his students and spoke, chalk still in his hand, "I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death," he grinned, and looked to his class for a reaction and frowned when most students gave him raised eyebrows and looked at him as if he were loony. He cleared his throat and tried again, ignoring the giggle coming from the Cullen girl, "Why don't we just begin with the table of elements and a brief refreshment on what exactly chemistry is… For the moment, introduce yourselves because I don't want to waste time trying to remember your useless names,"
And the class went on to introduce himself, when an arrogant boy from the back decided to make a snide comment, Snape was almost hesitant to take points from the boy but then remembered this wasn't Hogwarts and there weren't any houses, therefore, there weren't any points to be taken away. He wondered for a brief moment if there had even been detentions in muggle schooling. Surely it wouldn't be that difficult… could it? This would prove to be a challenging moment in his life, that's for sure.
"Professor," Alice said suddenly, holding her hand up with a knowing smile on her face. Snape instantly looked up to the short girl and raised an eyebrow (hoping that was enough for her to go on with whatever it was she wanted to ask), "Do you mind telling us where you're from? I couldn't help but notice your accent, you're foreign, right?"
"Where I'm from is hardly any of your business, Ms. Cullen," it was harsh, but it didn't affect Alice in the slightest. She hardly flinched from his tone and he continued to raise his brow then, usually students feared him. Was this student going to be different? "Come grab a book, Ms. Cullen, we're going to start with you and then everyone after you will come to take their assigned book,"
Alice did just that, and when she reached the desk where the stack of books had been she leaned forward just slightly to ask another question, her grin never leaving, she loved good fun. It wasn't often something so interesting and entertaining happened to her or her family, she couldn't help herself. Her words were quiet, and she wondered if even Severus had heard her questions when she asked, "Is it alright to ask what you are then?"
Snap gaped at her, horrified (though his face hadn't showed it). He pretended not to hear her, and dismissed her from his desk and back to her own. The rest of the class continued on just like that. Severus would call on students to read certain sections from the mandatory text book and as his new students read, he couldn't take his eyes from the Cullen brat; just who the hell did she think she was? Severus wanted to know what she meant by her question, could it be possible that she knows of Wizards? Examining the teenager further, he noticed something himself. And he had to ask himself, Just what exactly are you, Ms. Cullen?
The first half of the day went smoothly for Severus, and he found that teaching a muggle subject wasn't so though; found he was rather unhappy with how things turned out for him the first half of the day. In his first class he was stuck sitting beside some girl named Jessica, who wouldn't shut up when their teacher was talking and kept asking stupid questions about whether or not he was in a relationship, or what it was like where he was from. He finally snapped at the girl in fourth period (another class they shared together), and left her looking red and embarrassed.
Harry's thoughts instantly went to Bella and were she was. They were supposed to be in the same grade, and yet, there was no sign of them having any classes together. That's when Harry apologized to Jessica for his rude behavior and asked her, "Are you, by any chance, friends with Bella Swan?"
"Bella?" Jessica said, her face holding a smile but her voice showing complete resentment, "We're best friends (Harry could tell that was a complete lie, there was no way Jessica was Bella's best friend). Lunch is just after this period, so if you want we can sit with her at lunch,"
"That sounds great," Harry said fondly, in desperate need to speak with the girl he met at the market just two weeks ago. He suddenly felt guilty for not calling her with the number she had given him, "Better pay attention before the teacher catches us talking," though in all honesty he just didn't want to listen to the annoying female any more than needed.
Lunch came and he followed Jessica into the cafeteria, Harry felt relief when he was Bella across the room talking with a few people who he has yet to meet. When she looked over to him and Jessica she smiled brightly and raised her hand, "Harry! There you are!"
The messy haired wizard rushed over to Bella and allowed her to pull him into a friendly hug, when she pulled away she smiled down at him and said, "I didn't know if you were still coming or not, you never really called me and I haven't seen you in the halls or in class,"
"Well, here I am," he flushed, "And sorry, I didn't have time to call you. I had to catch up and study for the new school year and help my dad out with a few things. Did you have Chemistry yet…?"
"No, I have chemistry right after lunch—" Bella was cut off by Jessica.
She spoke nastily, "I had chemistry third period, that new teacher is awful and mean,"
"That new teacher," Harry began defensively, turning to Jessica with the nastiest glare, "Would happen to be my father,"
Bella snorted at Jessica's face, knowing that the girl knew she screwed up big time. Jessica quickly laughed and tried to save herself by lying, "Oh, but he wasn't so bad by the end of the period, he has good teaching skills, truly,"
"I'm sure." Harry spat and turned to Bella, "So, where do you usually sit in this place?"
Bella lead Harry to one of the round tables where they sat. Harry learned that Bella had a few good friends. There was Mike, Angela, and Eric. They were charming and funny, but Harry couldn't help but want to throw up when Jessica practically (and shamelessly) threw herself at Mike with every chance she could get. Harry zoned from their conversation and began to think about Severus, hoping his mentor's first day had been a bit more productive than his was. He shook his head and zoned back into the conversation when Jessica asked, "Where do you think Edward is, do you think he dropped out?"
"Who's Edward?" Harry asked, the name seemed interesting to him.
Bella rolled her eyes at Jessica, "She's talking about Edward Cullen, he's a student here, he should be in our classes, but apparently he never showed up. His brother and sister are here though, they're also in our grade,"
"How are they all in the same grade level?" Harry asked.
Jessica instantly answered, "Mr. and Mrs. Cullen adopted them, Jasper's supposed to be graduated already with his twin, but he decided to stay back a year to get a few extra credits that he needs, I think he just stayed back to be with his girlfriend, Alice Cullen,"
"They're together," Bella answered, "The other two of Mr. and Mrs. Cullen are Rosalie Hale and Emmett Cullen, and they're a couple. Rosalie is Jasper's twin, and Jasper is currently going out with Alice. Edward is the only one Mr. Cullen hasn't found a match for yet,"
Jessica sneered, "I still think it's weird and gross. Just because they're adopted doesn't make it right. Oh, here comes Jasper and Alice," Harry looked up, scanning the cafeteria and his eyes instantly found the two of them. They were remarkable, flawless, and beautiful. Harry gaped and quickly looked away when the boy looked over at him with a pained expression, "Mrs. Cullen can't have children,"
"Your point is?" Harry asked, "Just because she can't have children certainly doesn't mean she doesn't deserve kids. Being adopted makes them no less her's than any child she gave birth to would,"
"That isn't what I meant," Jessica played off, but was simply ignored by Harry.
Bella smiled, "Edward and I were biology partners last year, and he isn't so bad. Alice is actually quite funny sometimes, we had P.E. together too, and I wonder if we'll have any classes together this year,"
"Please," Jessica snarled, "Edward Cullen thinks he's too good for any girl here, he has an egotistical problem if you ask me,"
"Snarling doesn't make you any less uglier than you already are, Jessica, you might not want to do that in the future so often," Harry snapped, standing from the table, "I'm heading to class early, catch you later Bella?"
Bella looked at him in shock, did he really just say that to Jessica, "Yeah, definitely,"
Harry smiled and walked off, glancing back to the Cullen couple before he left..
Jasper and Alice smiled, "You were right; we're going to love him,"
Alice nodded at her mate's words, "He's amazing! Esme I going to adore him, I can see it already,"
"I bet you can," Jasper pulled his mates hand closer to his and kissed her cheek as they sat alone.
The rest of the day went alright for Harry, it went even better when he realised that Jessica was avoiding and ignoring him to the best of her abilities. Harry and Bella shared two classes together, Chemistry had been one and some math called trigonometry had been the other. By the end of the day the only class left for Harry was some sort of art class, which he wasn't complaining because the teacher reminded him a lot of Luna Lovegood—the way she spoke of odd things and how the students made fun of her about being weird and loony behind her back.
Harry sat in front of the aisle that his teacher had set out for the students. Their first assignment was to draw how the felt about their first day back to school, something basic for the first day as not to 'stress' us as she liked to say. He jumped in fright and looked at the girl who tapped his shoulder. He remembered the incident in the cafeteria and instantly placed a face with a name. Alice Cullen. What did she want? Her smile never faded, which made Harry laugh nervously and scratch the back of his head.
"Hi, you're Harry, right, you're new to Forks…?" her voice was heavenly, and Harry couldn't help but think of pixies when he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him.
Harry nodded, "Yeah, my father's the new chemistry teacher. We just moved here a few weeks ago. You're Alice Cullen, right… Sorry, that Jessica Stanley girl was talking about you; that's how I know you're name if you think I'm a creep,"
"No," Alice giggled, finding what Harry said funny and rather cute, "Stanley talks about everyone, no one admits it, but she isn't too liked around here. I just came to thank you for sticking up for my mother at lunch. I overheard the conversation,"
"Oh, you're welcome," Harry felt he could trust this girl, "My mum and dad died when I was young, and before you ask—Severus is my dad, he's just not my birth father, as you would understand since your parents are you're… well…"
"Adoptive," Alice finished for him, her charming smile never leaving, "Anyway, it was nice meeting you. I've got to get back to my own painting. I just wanted to thank you is all,"
Harry nodded, "It's no problem,"
He went back to his own painting and then the bell signaling that the day was over rang, and Alice was gone before he could speak to her. He packed up his things and turned to the door with a halt. He froze, and it clicked, she was on the other side of the room, how could she hear what I said?
He needed to tell Severus about this, and fast.
oOoOoOo
"I was afraid of this," Severus muttered as he glumly sat down at the kitchen table and Harry stood on the other side of the kitchen, "I thought something was off about those two kids, and if you say she could hear you from across a very crowded and noisy room than that only adds to the suspicions,"
"What could it mean?" Harry asked, his worry evident in his voice, "Do they know about us…?"
Severus shook his head, "I don't think so, but that Alice girl has suspicions of her own. She came up to my desk during class and asked what I was. It isn't just that, but she spoke it so softly I could hardly make out what she asked me,"
"So she knows we aren't muggles, or, we're not normal?" this was terrifying, Harry didn't want to leave to go somewhere else already. He finally thought all the running would be over, that there wouldn't be any reason for them to keep running if they stayed here... but if this Cullen girl knew what they were it would be too risky and Severus would insist that they leave for somewhere else ASAP, "Are we going to have to leave again?"
Snape groaned and rubbed his temples, "I don't know, but we've got to get to the bottom of this soon, because if she does know, then we need to find out what her and her family are hiding as well, because that Hale boy wasn't much different than her, and they're siblings, aren't they?"
"They're all adopted; apparently the doctor at the Forks Hospital and his wife adopted them. There's supposed to be a guy named Edward attending this school year too, and then there's another girl and guy who just graduated last year," Harry relayed the information to Severus, trying to keep his panic down to a minimum so Snape wouldn't worry too much about him. Harry really wished Hermione was here to calm him down at the moment; she always did well with that.
If only I could write to her, write to anyone, I'll surely go insane without any contact; Harry frowned when Severus didn't bother to reply; but instead read a copy of the Daily Prophet and ignore Harry completely as he thought of the possible outcomes that could happen in the next few weeks. Harry, frustrated and upset, stalked upstairs and into his room where he gave Hedwig a treat through her cage and he sat down on his bed and pulled a small shoe box from under it and sat it on his lap.
Inside the box was collections of old letters that he felt were important. Some were from Ron, others Hermione and Draco, and the occasionally letters he received from Severus. He just stared down, and resentment flashed through him. He shouldn't blame Severus, he truly shouldn't. The only one to blame had been Voldemort, but here Harry was, hating Severus because he was forced to this life—a life he never asked for in the first place.
It made him want to act out, it made him want to do something against Severus that could hurt him just as much as Harry was hurting. And that's what he did too. Harry stood from his bed and went over to the desk across the room and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill. He knew this would be a risk, and could even be a huge mistake if he wrote this letter, but he was too angry at the world to give a shit. He began the letter, and this is what it wrote:
Dear, Draco,
Severus and I have gone, if you were worried about our current whereabouts, please, don't worry too much. We've found a good place to hide, but there's a problem already. Do you remember when we used to pretend we were pirates? How we used to use the bathtub as a boat and pretend we were traveling the world? I wish we could go back to that, travel the world without a single worry, without the fear of dying tomorrow; or sometime soon at least.
Listen, you can't allow anyone to know I sent you this letter, if you want to tell anyone only tell Hermione and Ron. It would be risky for anyone else to know, and surely I can trust that you'll keep this letter away from that sodding father of yours. I feel bad now, thinking about it, I wish we could have brought you—but Severus said even that was too risky. I feel sick, being cut off from London, unable to know the latest attack, or other vital information. Thinking of this only makes me even more terrified, are you safe and okay? Are Hermione and Ron alright? What about others?...
We might have to move to another place, Severus and I. There's this family here, we don't know who they are, but one of them seems a bit knowing of us; and even that's too risky. Sometimes, I wish we could just find a place where we could finally, finally stop worrying—but I suppose we can't do that here even, bloody-hell I really wish I could talk to you or Hermione right now. Merlin knows Ron has the emotional range of a teaspoon so going to him for comfort is out of the question.
I'm risking a lot sending this to you, but as my best friend you deserve to know at least a little…
I miss you greatly, STAY SAFE, and stay alive.
Ever yours,
Scarhead.
Harry knew he shouldn't put his actually name down, he wasn't that stupid. And since Scarhead had been a name Draco called him often (no matter how much Harry hated it), he knew Draco would understand perfectly who had sent him the letter. He didn't expect a reply, of course, because, what with all the shite happening in London at the moment, that would be even more risky than Harry sending a letter. He brought Hedwig from her cage,
"You take this to Draco, and you come straight back, do you understand?"
The snowy owl gave a high pitch squeak and plucked the letter from Harry's hand and took off from the window. As soon as the owl was gone from sight Harry instantly felt something in the pit of his stomach. Severus told him that sending letter's was strictly off limits… and dread fell over Harry, he went against Severus, and it wasn't something he usually did. He regretted it, but at the same time a wave of happiness overtook him. Writing to Draco made him feel so much better than he had before, he felt a bit of his worried thoughts leave him and he wondered how the young Malfoy would react to Harry's letter…
What Harry didn't know was, that writing that Letter was going to be the worst mistake he'd ever done, that simple letter brings more trouble than he could have ever imagined to the small town of Forks, Washington—and he didn't even know it.
One simple letter, that's all it took.
oOoOoOo
Two weeks into his attempt at a muggle life and Harry was beyond stressed and tired with all these tests and studying that his new teachers had him doing. Especially the homework, he received more homework in just this past week than he had in a month at Hogwarts. As he sat in his Language Arts class, he couldn't help but stare out through the window and think about flying—his broom, the snitch, his teammates. He missed it, he missed it all actually. He found a few good things about living here though, Bella was a brilliant friend, and Harry found himself becoming very close to her in these short few days.
"Hey, what's eating you?" Bella asked from beside him. Harry turned in his desk and looked over to his newly made best friend and took in her appearance. Her beautifully silky long brown hair was curly and faming her face perfectly, her chocolate brown eyes reminded him so painfully much of Hermione, and he smiled at her, "I take it you're not going to tell me even if I begged you,"
"Nope!" Harry said teasingly, and grinned at how Bella already knew him so well, he must be easily readable. Harry noted that he'd have to work on that; he didn't find it soothing that he was an open book, "I promise you I'm fine, get back to your essay,"
Bella grinned, "Wait, I wanted to ask you something,"
"Ask away," Harry said and glanced to the clock on the wall across the room; this class was going to end in a few minutes so chatting wouldn't hurt his and her essay too much. He looked back to her and she asked,
"I wanted to know if maybe you'd like to come to the beach this afternoon with Mike and I, you can finally meet Jacob if you come. He's been wondering about you, since I talk about you often; I think he's a bit jealous, but don't tell him I said that to you," she chuckled, and then looked to Harry with a hopeful stare.
The green-eyed wizard had to blink, "The beach…? Uh, I don't know, I'd have to ask Sev', and I've got a lot of homework to catch up on since I've had so much lately—I don't think it would be wise—"
"Come on, live on the wild side a little!" Bella coaxed.
You don't even know, Bella, you don't even know, Harry gave a sigh and gave her offer a good thought, "Alright, when exactly after school are we going?"
"Meet me after your last class by my truck, it isn't really swimming weather so we probably won't go into the water today, but I think it'd be cool that my best friend gets to meet my boyfriend, finally,"
"Best friend…?" he asked her astonishingly,
And her smile in return made his stomach flip, "Yeah, you're my best friend… is that okay?"
"It's… Brilliant," he whispered out and smiled back, and the bell signaling for their late lunch pang through the school. Harry couldn't help but think that he might have to leave, if Severus ever figured out the secret behind these Cullens... could he handle leaving another friend behind? "C'mon then mate, I'm bloody hungry,"
Bella giggled and they walked together to Lunch.
They sat with their annual group of friends, and Harry found himself gaining a headache when Jessica went on another one of her rampages about some girl who she thinks is a slut because of something or other about the Prom and her date and what she was going to do about her dress; and just anything that could possibly make Harry cringe and hold back his urge to reach over and slap the girl silly. Though what she said next sparked an interest in Harry, "Edward's back, I wish I could skip the first three weeks of school and get away with it,"
Harry's head popped up and he searched the room. Indeed he found them, the Cullens. But there was no Edward, only Alice and Jasper sat there. Alone. At the table. No one else. Apparently Jessica noticed this too and scowled, "I suppose lunch is too good for him too,"
"Lay off, Jessica, you're just mad because he declined your offer to prom last year," Mike said suddenly, and Jessica gaped at the other boy who simply ignored her look and glanced up to Harry, "Anyway, are you coming with us to the beach, Harry?"
"What?" Harry pulled his attention from the Cullens and back to Mike, "Oh, yeah, Bella asked me last period, I'm a bit excited, apparently Jake's supposed to be there, oohh-lalala,"
Bella playfully slapped Harry's shoulder from beside her, "Shut up, I don't see you with a girlfriend,"
"Too much work," at Harry's reply he earned a laugh from both Mike and Eric.
Lunch ended, and Harry made his way to Chemistry.
When he got there, he wasn't surprised to see that he was one of the first. He sat near the back and avoided any look that Severus may have given him by looking out of the window once more and pretended he was on his broom. He was still fairly upset with the teacher; and he wanted to make sure Severus knew, that it bothered him. And Harry knew it bothered Severus, more than ever. He hated when Harry ignored him more so than he hated Voldemort.
Harry hardly noticed when someone sat next to him, and when he nodded and turned to grab a notebook from the bag that was slung around the chair he was sitting on his noticed that the person beside him was someone unfamiliar. When he looked up he nearly gasped and fell from his chair when a handsome, topaz and bronze haired boy (who was too flawless and sharply sculpted to be a boy), smiled at him sweetly, "Hello, it's nice to meet you; I'm Edward Cullen—you must be the new student my sister Alice was talking about.
THIS was Edward-bloody-Cullen! There was no way, no POSSIBLE way he was human.
Harry shook, not sure if he should feel intimidated by the larger male or not, but he certainly found himself feeling extremely insecure when he took in the beautiful male beside him; flawless (just like his brother and sister, this made him wonder if his other siblings and parents were just as… glowing…
"I'm Harry," the other said, "I—I think class is about to start, better pay attention, you've missed a lot,"
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see the other staring at him, smirking. Harry shivered when he spoke, "You're right, I wouldn't want to fall behind and fail or anything,"
Why did that sound like it was meant to be a joke, was it a joke? No. It was hardly funny, but why is he chuckling then? Why the fuck is he grinning? He scares me, he scares me a lot. No. I won't allow him to intimidate nor scare me—he isn't normal, I can tell—and just like Severus, I'm going to get to the bottom of whatever the hell is going on around here. They were all adopted; there was NO way in hell they should all have topaz eyes—hell, that's not even a common eye colour… Hermione told me something once… Harry squeezed his eyes shut and tried to think of what Hermione told him once, he remembers something about diets, diets and eye colour; but what the hell was it? That's when it all clicked. He may not have been as smart as Hermione, but he did have six years of DADA.
It all made perfect sense. Flawless appearance, the way Alice spoke to Severus so quietly that no one else in the room could hear her, the way she overhead his conversation across the lunch room, the way they were extremely pale and Alice's hand had been freezing when they touch his shoulder in art class. The way their eyes were topaz, because they couldn't be red—not when they were vegetarians.
"Vampires," Harry whispered lowly, and his eyes narrowed as he glanced to Edward, enjoying the shocked and horrified look of the other, what, no longer confident? What do you want, I bet they're working for Voldemort, spies. Vampires are never good, ever. They're dark creatures and Severus and I need to watch our backs carefully, I'll need to tell him—but maybe he already knows.
Edward leaned towards him a bit, "Excuse me?"
"Nothing," Harry said coldly and turned to his notebook, but he wrote it clear enough and big enough.
VAMPIRE.
Edward had a bit of trouble on his hands, that's for sure. This was splendid, somehow he had ended up with a mate who was most certainly not human, but also knew of vampires. He could see the slow-building hatred that Harry was attaining for him, and he felt himself sink into a pool of depression.
This was NOT how he wanted his first meeting with his mate to go, this was the WRONG first impression. No, no, no, no, no, no, no—he needed to fix this. He felt his mate getting further away from him even though he was right beside him. He needed to set things straight, needed to talk to him about things, maybe his mate's just a bit overly suspicious and odd; maybe he's just playing a funny joke (which isn't funny at all).
Harry looked confidently up to the vampire, and their eyes clashed—emerald and topaz.
And Edward knew this wasn't a joke then, the sickly sweet, and probably mocking smile that Harry gave him just then made him sink even further and take his eyes from the younger boy and to his new chemistry professor- who was staring at him oddly too. Fuck. First day back and it all goes horribly, this is exactly what I was trying to avoid... I need to talk to Alice, she must have seen this, or something...
There we have that, things aren't going to be terribly bad from here between Edward and Harry; we've just got to get passed all of this misunderstanding and thn the bonding can arrive. We've still got that letter Harry sent to Draco to worry about, and we've got Jacob coming into the picture soon; I wonder how things with that are going to go (Oh wait, I already know, LOL). Hope you liked this chapter and it wasn't too boring; give the story some time~! x