Title: Family bonds

Summary: A small baby appears in the woods of Denali, Alaska. This young emerald eyed boy grows up in the loving embrace of the Cullen family. Voldemort has disappeared and the wizarding world is at a loss of what to do or expect next.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight, they belong to JK Rowling and Stephenie Meyer respectively.

AN: Not sure who first thought of the concept but I am using the same concept that Athey uses in the brilliant fic "Harry Potter and the Decent into Darkness" where Harry has been actively fighting against the piece of Voldemort's soul since the night it happened.

Thank you for the wonderful reviews and Constructive Criticism – I know that it has mostly been Narrative and not much Dialogue but that was done with reason and I hope that from here on out there will be more dialogue.

Chapter 7

Carlisle ushered his family out of his youngest son's room and softly closed the door behind him. Anthony's pain filled screams were still ringing in his ears but he knew there was nothing else they could do for him at the moment.

Just as they reached the living room, soft pops sounded from outside and with a few pointed glances and swift hand movements, his family positioned themselves at all entrances and windows. It did not take long for Carlisle to come to the conclusion that the trespassers were wizards and witches. They talked in whispers but it was loud enough for any of the Cullens to hear.

It seemed that something had triggered an alarm system in their offices and they were now searching for the source of the 'magical disturbance'. Carlisle dearly hoped that his assumptions were wrong and that the 'magical disturbance' they talked about were not connected to whatever had happened to Anthony.

Straightening up and walking calmly to his front door, Carlisle opened his home to the new visitors and ushered the shocked looking men and women in.

"We heard you the moment you appeared and could also hear everything you've said since then." Carlisle explained as one of the men opened his mouth to question him.

"Vampires" one of the woman explained to her colleague who had continued to look mystified. His face quickly cleared before scrunching up in disgust. The woman muttered something about "newbies" but it was very indistinct so not even the Cullens could be sure exactly what she said.

Well, that answered some questions for Carlisle. The magical world knew what they were and they were just as disgusted with vampires as the wolves. Not that it really came as a surprise to Carlisle, he had met very few people or creatures willing to tolerate them.

"Yes, well, as you probably heard, there was a magical disturbance in the vicinity of your home and we know that you have disagreements with the local pack of shifters. We hoped that it was nothing serious and that our intervention would not be necessary." The last came out as a question and Carlisle had to quickly think of what would be worse – should he let them think that there was a problem between the Quileute tribe and them, or should he tell them that there was another player that they were unaware of.

Unfortunately, whatever answer he would have come up with was interrupted by Anthony's door opening and his head popping over the banister.

The same woman who had immediately identified them as vampires did a quick headcount of the Cullen family and Carlisle knew what was coming before she opened her mouth.

"There are seven vampires listed with the Volturi as part of the Cullen family yet you have an eighth member. Do you know what the penalty is for changing someone and not informing the Volturi? Or for accepting another vampire into your family, also without informing the Volturi?"

Anthony had descended the stairs during the questioning and despite Carlisle's pointed and warning looks, he decided to answer the strangers.

"I am not in fact a vampire. I do live with the Cullens, they are my family, but they have not changed me – not yet." His voice was strong but Carlisle knew his son well enough to know that he was still in pain from whatever had happened earlier.

"A human? A human living with a coven of vampires? It's preposterous!" one of the men commented and Carlisle put a hand on Anthony's shoulder to stop him from acting on impulse.

"This is my son, Anthony and he has lived with us now for close to 13 years. The Volturi are aware of this but at my request, has not made this knowledge public – we do not want to attract the attention of other covens. As you can see for yourselves, there is nothing wrong with him nor any indication that any in my family will attack him – or any of you for that matter – so he is perfectly safe with us."

More blustering remarks and questions followed until one of the men cleared his throat loudly and announced that they would be back in a few hours.

The whole Cullen family looked on in shock as they all reached for a pin attached to their neck ties or scarves and disappeared with soft pops.

"We will have to tell them the truth dad, I don't think that I can handle this on my own anymore." Anthony announced as soon as the strangers had left.

Carlisle looked at his son and ushered the teen to a couch as it looked like he would fall over any second.

"What do you mean you won't be able to handle this anymore? What can't you handle? What can we do?" Edward knelt down next to Anthony and grabbed his hand. As soon as he did this however, he felt a sting through their clasped hands and quickly let go again. Anthony drew in a sharp breath at the action and closed his eyes as he tried to reign in his power.

Whatever had happened earlier now caused his magic to act erratically and Anthony found that he was at a loss as to what to do. He could feel the swirling power race through his veins and was astounded at the amount of power. Never before had he felt this amount of magic course through him.

"I don't know what happened but since I blacked out earlier, my magic has been going haywire and it feels like my power has more than tripled since the last time I used it. I always struggled to do things, had to really concentrate on gathering my magic before using it but now it feels like I have enough power on my fingertips to do anything I want, without having to concentrate!"

Carlisle pulled Edward a bit further away as it seemed his son was reaching to touch Anthony again and by Jasper's confused looks he could assume that there was an emotional reason behind it, more so than what was usual…

"Alright son, when the wizards return, we can tell them what we know and ask for their advice but if it looks for one second like they want to take you away, we will stop them."

Receiving no objection from Anthony or anyone else, Carlisle settled back on the couch and slowly pulled Anthony onto his lap as he used to do when his son was a toddler. He could feel the electric charge that was his son's magic but it did not hurt him and the longer he held onto Anthony, the quicker it faded away.

Raymond Hearst listened carefully as his aurors told him what had transpired when they went to check on the coven of vampires and pack of shifters in Forks. Well, he mentally corrected, just the vampires so far…

He was quite certain that there was something they were missing about the whole situation and that did not sit well with him.

Making up his mind, he stood and announced that he would be accompanying them on their return trip to Forks. He needed to know what was going on and put this whole mess behind him.

Everyone gathered round and they used a single portkey to transport them all to the woods outside the Cullen's home – their individual portkeys were only keyed to transport them to the offices of the Protectorate so they commissioned one to take them to their desired destination.

As reported to him, the head of the family opened the door before they even reached it and ushered them inside.

"Good evening, I am Rector Raymond Hearst, Head of the American Wizarding Protectorate and you must be the Cullen family, or Olympic Coven as you are known by the vampires."

The shock which quickly flitted over their faces was masked within seconds but Raymond could see that he had unnerved them with his knowledge. What was interesting though was that they did not seem surprised that they were dealing with wizards and from what his aurors reported, they had not been surprised or confused about the "soft pops" which they had admitted hearing when they first arrived.

The only conclusion he could form was that the Cullen family somehow knew of the wizarding world but had not told anyone, even the Volturi, about their knowledge. Which begged the question, How did they know and Why didn't they tell anyone?

He was shocked once again when one of the vampires answered his questions before he could even voice them.

"My family knows about the wizarding world because I told them about it. I know about the wizarding world because, as you most probably know from your contact at the Volturi, I can read minds."

Raymond turned to look at each member of the coven and could see that they were just waiting for a fight to break out because of this breach of privacy.

Although he felt annoyed that someone could so easily read his mind, he had never invested time in studying Occlumency, he also knew that Vampire gifts were much different from wizarding magic and could not be used at one's leisure. The mind reader could no less stop reading someone's mind as a human could stop breathing just because he wished it.

"Let's please sit down and discuss all that has happened." Raymond said before any of his colleagues could start voicing their protests against the reading of their minds.

After everyone had settled down, Raymond turned his attention to the youngest member there. "So young man, I hear that you have been adopted into the Cullen family and have been living with them for quite some time?"

"Yes sir. They are my family, my mom and dad and brothers and sisters. They've been looking after me since I was about one year old."

The boy spoke with confidence and with affection which was quite clearly visible on his face. Raymond had no doubt that if he had to remove this boy from his family he would put up quite a fuss, not to mention that he would be heartbroken.

"Let me just confirm a few things before we get to the reason why we are here."

At everyone's nods, he continued. "You, Anthony if I remember your name right, were adopted by the Cullens in the muggle world – non magical world he clarified at their confusion – and are legally their son. You have been living with them for almost thirteen years and have been safe with them despite the fact that they are vampires and their instincts tell them that you are food."

Protests rose up from the whole family at that but instead of angering Raymond, it reassured him that this family of vampires truly cared for the human boy and did not mean him any harm.

"Very well, since the Volturi are aware of the situation and as I can see that you are well taken care of, we will not interfere with this arrangement."

The young boy gave a loud "Yay!" before launching himself at his "father" and wrapping his arms around him.

Raymond smiled indulgently at them before clearing his throat.

"Now that that is settled, the real reason we came was because earlier today there was a great magical disturbance in the area and we were concerned that there was a clash between you and the local pack of shifters.?" He voiced the last part as more of a question so as to inspire an answer from the vampires.

The family all exchanged glances before the head of the family nodded at Anthony. Interesting…

"Well sir… I, um, I guess it was my fault that…" the boy said softly and blushed as he trailed off.

Raymond raised an eyebrow at the admission and quickly asked him to elaborate.

"I have magic sir. Edward – he pointed to the mind reader – saw it in my mind when I was still a baby. He said he saw a man kill my mom with what we assume is a wand, then the man turned his wand on me but something happened and he was gone and then I was in the woods and then somewhere else and then more woods…" The boy rambled off quickly and Raymond held up his hand to slow him down.

"Slow down son, alright so your brother? saw in your mind that you had wizarding parents and that your mother was killed? What about your father?" He voiced this question not to Anthony but to the mind reader.

"What I saw in Anthony's mind was not very clear but I could hear a fight in the background, somewhere in the house but not where Anthony and his mother were and it sounded like the same words that killed his mother was shot at his father so we assumed that his father is dead."

At that Raymond stopped him and asked exactly how Anthony's mother was killed.

"The man, he had red eyes, pointed the wand at Anthony's mother and said "Avada Kedavra" and then she was dead. I'm certain that it was the exact same words I heard the man with the red eyes shout minutes before that at Anthony's father."

Raymond closed his eyes at that. The killing curse. Nothing could stop the killing curse and the only way to avoid it was to dodge out of the way. The red eyed man was most probably Voldemort, the Dark Wizard that had terrorized Magical Britain more than a decade ago and since this coincided with Anthony's story, it was possible that this was the very same man.

"Very well then. Anthony, you said that you were responsible for the magical disturbance. Can you tell me what happened?"

"I don't know sir. My magic had been out of control lately and then today it just sort of 'snapped', I guess…

I was watching something on the television when the pain started. At first it wasn't too bad but it grew so bad that I blacked out. I don't know how or why but it seemed like my magic burst out of me and when it did, there was a black mist in the shape of a face which laughed at me before it disappeared. Since then, my magic has been thrumming through my hands and it hurts a bit but not too bad. It just feels like it wants to be used, like it wants to escape…"

"Sorry, it doesn't make any sense… Sorry sir.."

Raymond took a moment to take all this in and he sent a warning look to Peters who was on the verge of bursting out with questions.

"It sounds like you had some kind of block on your magic. This usually doesn't happen on its own so maybe your parents did it when you were a baby or you did it yourself because you were scared. We will have to do more research to find out exactly what happened. For now, it seems like you need to purchase a wand and then enrol in a magic school."

Before he could continue, protests arose from the whole Cullen family, Anthony included.

"No, he is not leaving us!"

"You can't take him away!"

"Don't you dare take my brother you…"

"I don't want to go! You can't make me!"

Raymond held up his hand once again for silence and everyone reluctantly settled down.

"There are other options available if you are so against going to a school for magical children. We can arrange for a tutor during the day, maybe in the afternoons? Or we can replace the block on your magic which means that you won't be able to practice magic or use it…"

Anthony looked towards his father and Raymond could almost see the wheels turning in their heads. The boy was powerful, that much was clear from the fact that the magical disturbance had registered on their scales. Normally accidental magic only registered at the 'misuse of magic' department, not the auror department. Why and how his magic had been blocked was still a mystery, especially if he took into consideration that Anthony had apparated, not once but multiple times – from the mind reader's description – when he was just a baby. If they had to block his magic again, it would be such a waste of talent and Raymond would be loath to do it.

"I will discuss it further with the rest of my family in private but what does the tutoring entail?"

Raymond let out a soft breath of relief at where this was heading and he quickly explained exactly how and when the tutor would come to teach Anthony, the fees involved and also what he would need to buy in order to learn all aspects of magic.

Anthony stood before the open doors of their house as he waited nervously for his tutor to arrive. Mister Hearst had assured them that the tutor was one of the best free-lance teachers in the country and that she would get him up to speed for wizards his age in no time.

When asked about the schooling, Mr Hearst had explained that children usually started their formal magical education at the age of eleven but since Anthony had the block on his magic, he had not registered on their scans of the local states. Since his block was now broken, his magic was clearly strong enough to show up on their radar and thus the need to educate him on how to use it properly.

A sleek black convertible pulled up to the house and Anthony raised an eyebrow, impressed despite himself. He had started to think that wizards and witches were always in a hurry and only travelled by a means which would instantly get them to where they needed to be, completely missing the wonderful experience you can only find by driving a car and the wind blowing through your hair.

"Good morning Miss Harvey, I am Anthony Cullen. Please, come in." Anthony introduced himself as he stepped aside to let the witch in. His mother was waiting in the lounge for them and greeted the tutor with a smile as she offered some refreshments.

"Good morning Anthony, Mrs Cullen. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm looking forward to working with you Mr Cullen."

Anthony smiled genuinely at his new tutor, he could see that she was sincere in her greeting and that she held no disgust or resentment toward his mother. A plus point for her in Anthony's books.

"Let us start by getting to know each other a little better and you can tell me how you found out that you are a wizard, I'm sure it will be an interesting tale as most of my students start their lessons when they are between ten and twelve years old."

With a smile, Anthony told her his story, from his baby years up until the incident which brought the aurors to their doorstep. Miss Harvey listened intently as he talked and did not interrupt him once. When he finished his tale, she sat back in her chair and surveyed him with barely hidden excitement.

"Oh this will be an interesting year indeed! Please, tell me again the story of how you used to hide from your siblings, how you caught them off guard and pounced on them…"

Anthony found it a bit strange that she was so interested in his misbehaviour but complied with her request and told his story once again, this time giving more detail and with more enthusiasm.

Wandless controlled magic! And in one so young! Never mind the fact that he had a block on his magic at the time. His control will be shot now but with his power and the will to learn, he will be a force to be reckoned with. Gertrude Harvey thought to herself as she surveyed the young man in front of her.

When Raymond had first approached her with the request to teach a boy of fourteen years, she had been sceptical. However, as soon as he had explained that a block had been removed from the boy's magic recently and that was the reason why they only now found him, she had been intrigued. As Anthony explained his situation to her, she found that she was very glad Raymond had called her and she held back her excitement and enthusiasm as best she could.

Better not to scare the boy off before they even started!

Anthony concentrated on keeping the pillow afloat in the air and directed his magic in the direction of his tutor, gliding it slowly into her hands. The two weeks of intensive training was coming to an end because muggle school – Anthony had even begun to think of normal schools as muggle schools – started the next day. Miss Harvey was a wonderful tutor, if a little hyper, and Anthony smiled in amusement as she threw the pillow into the air before shouting at him to stop it mid-flight.

Concentrating again on the new order, Anthony did as requested and stopped the pillow in mid-air, about two meter off the ground, waiting for the next order.

After listening to his story that first day, Miss Harvey had decided that Anthony should show her exactly what he was already capable of and since then, she had refused to take him shopping for a wand, explaining that a wand would only hold him back. Since Anthony knew nothing about the magical world or how things worked and since he knew that his way of doing things got the results he wished, he found no reason to object.

"Wonderful Anthony! You are a natural at charms, although, the way that you use your magic might not be classified in distinct sections such as charms and transfiguration but however you do it, you do it very well!"

Anthony laughed softly at her enthusiasm and they both moved into the kitchen to get some water after the hour of shouting and obeying orders and such.

"Alright, so tomorrow after school I want you to work on blocking things. Get one of your siblings to throw stuff at you, pillows, bricks, grenades, whatever you fancy…"

Chocking on his water, Anthony raised wide eyes at his tutor only to find her cracking up at her own joke. Giving her a last wary look, Anthony settled his glass down on the table, not willing to take the chance that she might say something else to get him to spew it all over the place.

"Seriously, blocking, that's your next assignment and when I see you in three days, be ready for anything I might throw at you." The serious tone in her voice made Anthony think that she might just use the exact things she had been joking about a minute ago to test his blocks.

"Esme! Good to see you again! Give my regards to your husband and children, I'm afraid I'm off, have another student to see this afternoon. Gotta be there on time if I want to keep my job…"

Anthony just shook his head as his tutor downed the rest of her water and scurried out of the kitchen while Esme stared after her in bewilderment.

"If you didn't improve so drastically under her tutelage, I swear I would ask for someone else to fill in for the job. It can't be healthy being around someone with that much energy the whole day…" Anthony laughed at his mother, knowing that she was fibbing with him and that his whole family was delighted with his tutor. The very first human, except for Anthony, to accept them all immediately just as they were.

Isabella didn't count in Anthony's books as she was still hesitant around Jasper and barely tolerated Rosalie, or was it the other way around? Didn't matter, she didn't count as far as Anthony was concerned.

Giving his mother a quick peck on the cheek, Anthony rushed up to his room to pack for the new school year. Tomorrow a new period in his life started, the very first time that he would be attending school with his siblings, well, two of them at least…

End Chapter 7

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