Chapter 12
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Note: Someone asked, so I'll tell you! I went to Harry Potter world! WOOHOO! It was fun! ^^
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Harry woke up surprisingly late in the morning. He normally woke up early to the bustling and lively sounds of the Weasely househould. Even Hermione's house was pretty lively in the morning; who knew dentists could be so much fun? But the Cullen household was silent, eerily so.
Apparently vampires can't sleep, so he'd had to transfigure himself a bed in his roommate's room. He was sharing a room with Edward. He was a pretty nice guy from what Harry could tell, but he didn't really like him. It was nothing personal, but he could tell that Edward was supposed to be his gaurd and that rubbed him the wrong way. He could take care of himself; he didn't need a vampire gaurd. If they weren't meant to be protector and protectee, then maybe they could be friends.
He rolled over in the bed and looked to Edward's side of the massive room. He was reading a rather large book.
Without removing his eyes from the book, the vampire smiled. "Good morning, Harry," he said. He had a really nice and smooth voice. "You have a visitor downstairs." He finally brought his golden eyes up to meet emerald green. "I was told to let you sleep."
"Thanks, I guess," Harry replied awkwardly, sitting up. He was very self-conscious in the presence of someone so beautiful.
Edward smiled knowingly. "I'll go downstairs and tell them you're awake." He was gone in a flash, the book resting neatly in an empty seat.
Harry quickly got dressed and wondered who was visiting him, although he was pretty sure he knew. He could practically smell the lemondrops from here.
When Harry was dressed, in regular muggle clothes, he went downstairs and sure enough: Dumbledore.
"Hello, my boy," the old man said with a warm smile. "I feel dreadful about having you taken again, so to make it up to you... how would you like to go to the beach?"
The Cullens all seemed to tense up, but Harry could find no problem with that suggestion. He'd never been to the beach before.
"We can't protect him there," Carlisle said.
Dumbledore just smiled. "Don't worry my old friend; an ally awaits him there."
Carlisle laughed. "You always do and say the strangest things Albus; I should be used to it by now."
"I'd love to go to the beach," Harry finally pointed out.
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Draco did not feel well at all.
He hadn't even fully woken up yet and his stomach was queasy... very queasy. He wished he was dreaming again. Even if they were embarassing he would prefer it to this. He rolled over with a groan.
"Finally, you're awake!" an overly excited voice yelled happily. Wait. "Draco? Are you okay?"
Draco sat up and shook his head. "Where am I?" he questioned weakly.
Jacob frowned. "I brought you to my room after you pushed me off the bed and woke me up. I thought I'd let you have some more fun with 'dream Jacob'."
His jealous look is so cute. Woah... I don't feel good. "What's that smell?" He wrinkled his nose.
"Dad's making breakfast; are you okay? What's wrong?" Jacob replied worriedly.
"I don't know. I feel sick... It's the potion I believe." He sunk back down on the bed and covered his head with the warm blanket he'd been covered with.
Jacob couldn't help but think how cute his mate was even though he was sick. He listened as the blonde said something through the blanket. "I'm sorry, what? I don't speak 'blanket'," he teased lightly.
Draco's blonde head made an appearence. "I said: I think it will pass soon. Pay attention," and then it disappeared again.
Jacob laughed. "Do you need anything? Medicine? More blankets? Water? What can I do?"
"Just go eat your breakfast; if I feel better, I'll join you, okay?"
Jacob thought about it for a minute, and he was going to refuse and stay with his mate, but his body (specifically his traitorous stomach) had other plans. The traitor growled loudly, and he flushed.
Draco laughed from under the covers. "Go ahead, Jacob; don't let that ravenous wolf inside you starve."
"Ha. Ha," the wolfshifter replied, rolling his eyes. He smiled though and stood to leave. "If you need anything just call."
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Lucius was still in shock even after Severus left the room to prepare breakfast. He thought hard.
Hey, Sevy... You love me don't you?
Had he actually asked that!
Hmm... but that explained Severus's weird behavior.
How interesting...
There was a loud 'pop' noise from downstairs. The Malfoy sniffed the air.
"Lemons... What is he doing here?"
In a flash, Lucius was clean, groomed, dressed, and ready to face Albus Dumbledore who was looking around his kitchen while sucking on a lemony sweet.
"Professor Dumbledore... Please excuse me, but what are you doing in my house?" He glared at Severus, who simply shrugged. It wasn't like he'd let the oaf in.
"Ah, Lucius, please call me Dumbledore. No need for formalities." He just smiled with that twinkle in his eyes for a moment before he continued. "I suppose I shall say what I've come to say then, shall I?"
"Please, do," Severus replied. He'd learned from the many years that he'd known the old man, that although his blue eyes twinkled most of the time, there were distinguishable types of twinkles. He had a mischevious twinkle, a sorrowful twinkle, an angry twinkle, a happy twinkle, a neutral twinkle; he basically had a twinkle for every occasion. Severus knew this one well: the mischevious twinkle. Uh-oh...
"As I'm sure you know, Harry Potter shall be staying here in Forks with some friends of mine." The twinkle increased. "I also think that he needs a break and have sent him to the beach." He disapparated with a chuckle.
"That twinkle-eyed fool!" Severus exclaimed angrily.
"What? Why can't the Potter brat go to the beach? Draco is in his room, yes? We'll just let him know that he can't go over to the Reservation today." Problem solved... kind of at least. He'd have to warn his son of the eventual meeting, but what was the harm in waiting one more day?
"Lucius... Draco didn't come home last night; he must have stayed with the wolfshifter."
The Head Malfoy let loose a string of curses in all kinds of different languages. Severus could pick out a few, and he was sure that he would be greatful that he didn't know the others. A few words that weren't curses: muggle, car, and now. He knew what his friend was trying to say and decided that whatever they needed to discuss could wait until later. "I'll drive, Lucius."
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Draco was taking soothing breaths as he was finally able to sit up without wanting to vomit. They really helped. The more breaths he took, the better he felt. He was happy that his godfather hadn't put too much nausea potion into his parlayzing concoction.
Where was his chair?
He looked around the surprisingly small room. How did that large wolfshifter sleep in here? How hadn't he noticed it earlier? The room wasn't much bigger than one of his manor closets; he was sure that it seemed even smaller when the massive form of Jacob was inside. And this bed...?
Woah... Draco Malfoy... Don't go there. How dare you degrade your soulmate's space of living?
What space?
Stop it!
What an awful guy he is! He cursed his upbringing! He didn't want to judge Jacob or his house, or his money, or his lack thereof. Dammit! He couldn't help it though; he'd been raised to look down on such humble abodes.
He felt incredibly guilty, like he'd committed a great crime.
He looked out of the small window in shame...
"What the-?"
He looked harder out the window. That somewhat distant figure... that mess of black hair... those hideous colors of gold and dark red... That couldn't be him. No.
Was he hallucinating now? What the hell had Severus put in that damn potion!
He continued to stare out of the window and the figure didn't go away or disappear. In fact, he looked incredibly real.
"No. No, no, no; this isn't happening." He tried to scoot closer to the window to get a better look. "Potter!" he exclaimed, falling off the bed. He felt his magic start to boil, like it always did when that stupid Gryffindor was near.
"Draco! What's wrong?" Jacob asked as he burst through the door. A worried Billy rolled up right behind him. They were met with a flailing Draco on the floor, tangled up in the sheets from the bed. He was mumbling in what sounded like a bunch of different languages. "Draco...?"
"Jacob!" the blonde exclaimed. "Help me up! Where's my chair?"
Billy didn't like that tone with his son, but he held his tongue. Something seemed to be wrong. He watched as his son obediantly retrieved the heavy-looking chair and scooped the blonde boy up in his arms to place him into it. He watched as the blonde kept shooting glances at the window.
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Harry felt the air heat up in a way that meant only one thing to him: Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin's magic always made their fights hot and steamy, which had always spiked his own magical surges and only made the enviroment hotter. He assumed this was why their fights were so popular to watch: two powerful (and handome) wizards battling it out with heart-throbbing magic. It was no surprise that the female students (except Hermione) never wanted to break them up.
But Draco Malfoy couldn't be here; he'd secretly become a Death Eater. His father was a known Death Eater, and Dumbledore had deemed this place safe himself. He wouldn't have done so if a family of Death Eaters called this place home. There was no mistaking that heat though...
Maybe he was just too stressed out with the war. He couldn't even enjoy a day of relaxation at the beach!
He shrugged off the feeling that his rival was here and continued on the path that would take him to the sand and the water. The sun was peeking out from behind the clouds; it had the potential to be a really nice day. He couldn't let it be ruined by thoughts of Draco Malfoy.
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Not only was his magic boiling but so was his anger. Harry Potter wouldn't have just shown up here. There was almost no chance at all that of all the places in the world that he could escape to, Harry Potter would chose a Native American Reservation in Forks, Washington, North America the very same day and time that Draco was there. There was no way at all. Which means that someone brought him here, which means it was Dumbledore. Which means that Severus must have known and told his father. Which also means that they had decided to hide something important from him.
They'd lied to him... again.
He didn't know if he was more hurt or more angry. But right now, he would just chose the angry side.
Someone was going to get hurt. Preferrably Potter.
But he couldn't just start flinging curses; he had to be more subtle than that.
"Hey! Potter!"
Jacob was confused, but he had followed his mate out of the house and towards the beach. Potter? As in the kid from Draco's story? Huh?
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Okay. That was definitely not his imagination. That was was Draco Malfoy calling his name.
Without even thinking about it, he pulled his wand out and let a curse fly.
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