WARNING: THIS IS SLASH.

Disclaimer: I have no claim, in any way or form, over either Harry Potter or Twilight, and I do not pretend to. I do however, own this plot, and though it's based on both stories, it veers dramatically away from both at one point in time. So do not steal it please!

A/N: For those few of you that read the prologue within the first few hours of it being posted, I have added some information such as a new rule (Practice NEWT exams must be completed when sent) and changed the project frombeing the whole year to be only for one semester, and then with another optional one for extra credit. There have also been a few more sentences added here and there, just to make it snazzy.

And of course, thank you to all who read this story whether or not you review (though I much rather that you do)! I'm utterly shocked by the response I've gotten already! On a simple prologue no less! Also, a special shout and thank you out goes to MomoTessen for giving me the courage to post this.

Also, this chpater is still a bit off were the tenses are concerned but it's a whole heck of a lot better now.

Updated 2/15/09 This chapter has now been beta-ed by MistyFire. You should really bow down to her greatness.

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Definitely Not Disney
By Shadow Hunt

Chapter One

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A week had transpired since young Harry Potter had first set foot in gate A13, and besides a letter from Luna informing him of Neville's lost and regrown hand due to a screwy apparation, nothing exciting had happened. Sure, there were the whispers and stares he earned at his new and confused school, but he was use to them. And yes, there were those brave fangirls that greeted him in every class (most of them were the same girls each time he realized on the third day), but again, this was nothing new. Then of course, there was that pesky, 'secret' bet that formed between the girls on who would date the emerald eyed, onyx haired British Boy Wonder first, but Harry only added that one to his imaginary collection.

Obviously, none of those silly girls who had put names in the bet were seers, because no one even came close to the real answer. Though Harry swears to this day that he had heard two giggling girls musing about it in the library on his second day at school. For the first and only person Harry Potter had dated in Forks, if you discarded the vixen he had conspired with later that year to get the full attention of the name about to be said, was none other than the guy his new oddball sister was fancying at that moment in time.

Now that wasn't a name you complain? Too bad, so sad, just listen to a few events that caused Isabella Swan's little obsession and Harry's new resolution, and maybe you will guess his name. Besides, not knowing these few but vital events will surely cause you confusion later on when Harry's old life comes knocking on his door, quite literally at that.

Isabella, who hated that name her mother had given her on leaving the womb and therefore begged to be called Bella up until her most recent years, had moved to live with her father only a week before Harry himself came. You see, Charlie Swan had not expected either teen to show up on his doorstep. Though if asked about it, he would admit that he had been giddy at being notified a month earlier that he would have a temporary son. That did not mean that he had expected Harry, because like just said, he hadn't, at least not when he put his name down for houses willing to take in foreign exchange students almost four years ago. First of all, he had not known that he was the only one in their small town to do so, and second of all, he had thought that no one in their right mind would send a child to Forks.

But they sent him a son; that they did! And he had his daughter's old room changed to more manly colors out of his excitement. He even bought a football, because he thought he had heard somewhere about Brits and their love for the game. (Though he later came to realize that not only did Harry not play football, but that what the British called football was really American soccer.) It was only when he was boasting to his fellow policemen about Harry maybe two weeks before the British boy was to arrive, that he received a phone call from the daughter he had thought would never want to live with him again, informing him that yes, she in fact did.

So a distraught Charlie found himself back at home later that evening contemplating on what to do. He only had one bedroom to spare, but had two young teens coming to stay with him. And there was no way they were going to share the same bedroom. It wasn't until late the next day that he decided that moving was the only option, and so began his hunt for a new house. He found one in two days time and closed in one, so by the time Bella flew into Forks a week later, his new house was ready for her and her temporary brother.

The new house to Bella was odd at first but after seeing her old furniture in her new room, it began to feel like Charlie's old house again. When he had asked if it was, she had turned to him with a hug and a smile. "This is nice." She had told him and he awkwardly smiled back with a small pat on her back. Besides, the den would soon be sporting fresh new stains as the sport seasons came around, and that would surely make this place seem less strange and more homely. That was what she had told herself at least, but she knew that her true home was back in Phoenix, Arizona with a mother that had fallen prey to the claws of love, much like Bella would find herself doing on her first day of school.

That first day of school Bella Swan was the object of the rumor mill, but that was to be expected of course. It wasn't everyday the town of Forks saw a new face after all, the last one being tiny Robin Marshal, an orphan of only eight years. But she had long since been adopted and therefore is not in this story, so back to lunch on Bella's first day of school, where she first caught a glimpse of him.

And yes, him is the very person whose name was skirted around earlier: Harry's first and only boyfriend and Bella's first but not last obsession.

He came into the lunchroom behind four others, each one just as picturesque and pale as the last. Bella only had time to be jealous of the blonde female and count two males and one other pixie-like vixen before she caught sight of a pair of eyes colored in a golden topaz and tinted with such deep emotions that she simply couldn't breathe. (In fact Jessica had to remind her to do so.) The man was in her mind perfect, with high cheekbones and a strong jaw line that only seemed to frame a pair of lips so luscious that they couldn't possibly belong to a male. But they did, she had reminded herself after the lunch bell had rung. With that thought, her obsession began.

"Bella come on! Can't be late for class on your first day of school." Angela Weber had called from her right, steering Bella towards her next class and temporarily making her forget of her growing obsession.

Though not only an hour latter did that obsession waver in her Biology class, where she had the luck to sit next to him. Yes, for whatever reason the only seat empty was right next to him, and for the life of her she could not guess why. If she had perhaps listened to the 'cute but not datable' Mike Newton or the 'annoying but somewhat likable' Jessica Stanley at lunch when they explained who the Cullens were, she would have known why. It was because even though everybody in Forks High School recognized the exquisiteness of him and his four foster siblings, they were just as afraid of them.

"Hi." Bella had said meekly as she had taken her seat next to the brunette beauty, but when she noticed that he had only slid further away from her, she said no more. She had only watched in confusion as the man she had thought was perfection clutched his fists so tight they were white, though she took note that that wasn't far from his eerily pale complexion. When the bell rang for the next class, he had disappeared, almost as if by magic.

Luck later found its self working against poor brown eyed Bella when she had saw him in the office right after school, begging for a schedule change. He had wanted any class possible, just not Biology, anything but that class. Bella had nearly died right then and there after hearing her crush say that, because she obviously had to be the reason.

The lady behind the counter had looked worried and said, "I'm sorry Edward-" Satisfied now that his name has been breathed into the story of Harry Potter's life? "-but there is nothing I can do."

Bella had been sure she had made some sort of noise, most likely embarrassing and sounding most like a sob, for then her Edward was facing her, his gaze none the kind. With a few quick words to the lady, he had left the building and Bella behind with such a speed that Bella only had to blink and he was gone.

Away from her.

Away from her life, soul, and heart.

She wanted to cry.

But she had managed to hold the tears in until she made it up safely in her new and unfamiliar room, where she had locked her door and hid away from a father not knowing what to do with a depressed daughter. He had only hoped that his new son was better with emotions, because Renee, his ex-wife, had always told him that that was where he had lost her. He simply hadn't been able to comfort her properly, out of slight embarrassment and just pure clumsiness at it.

Charlie could not have been happier when he met Harry for the first time at gate A13, for seeing the hard face of a man and not a round, chubby one of a kid in need of consoling was more than he had hoped for. The only thing that had worried him about the teen was whether or not the brunette would be willing to help around the house (which still needed many touch ups) because of the rather fine clothes Harry was clad in. He later learned that Harry had only worn them so he wouldn't make a bad impression, and much rather preferred more baggy and casual clothes. Which meant of course, he was willing to get down and dirty with the paint rollers.

But now back to Harry on his second weekend in Forks, on the Saturday just after his first week at a muggle high school. He had just finished eating dinner with Charlie, a man he had decided was good and caring (being a policeman only further proved such); and Bella, who he had yet to figure out by then. She was a moody muggle he mused; lying back onto his dark blue comforter, but that was the only thing he had labeled as fact about her by then.

It seemed that she was heartbroken after not seeing her crush after two weeks, excluding a glimpse of him the Monday Harry had arrived at school. It also seemed that the second week "her Edward's" family disappeared as well, and that had upset her further. That was all she had spoken of on the matter, hinting that there were a few things she left out. But, as Harry had realized in a moment of clarity on Thursday morning, there couldn't be all that much since Bella had only been here for a day before her crush's sudden disappearance. He labeled it as a girl thing though, clearly remembering Lavender Brown's short-lived crush on Dean in their fourth year that had come suddenly and strongly but left her a week later.

Yet again he let the subject drop as he began to think of other things as his hand softly brushed the scales on his new familiar's back. He started silently thanking that he no longer spoke Parseltongue when his snake, which he had yet to name due to his uncertainty of its gender, started hissing at the window. Somehow from there his thoughts had veered dramatically and before Harry knew it he was dreaming of the taste of the chocolate frogs he would sorely miss in his time away from the wizarding world. Through that he was reminded of how Ginny use to giggle like a baby whenever he had given her one.

Now, it has yet to be explained the confusing matter that was Ginny Weasley. She was a short, fiery redhead only a year younger than Harry that had some way or another wormed her way into his heart much to the cheer of his best mate Ron and the rest of the Weasley family. But, what she was in his heart wasn't what he had thought it to be, which was his one true love. He had realized that soon after the fall of the Dark Lord, during a celebration where Mrs. Weasley had mentioned him and her daughter getting married in one of her drunken slurs. An emotion of disgust had filled him, and had taken him some time before he finally came to acknowledge what that emotion was exactly. Harry had broken up with Ginny that very day.

None of the Weasleys had been happy, for they had long been dreaming of their daughter and Harry being together and having their grandchildren. They had tried many tactics on trying to convince Harry otherwise, some of them even being on the verge of Slytherin, but none had worked. It wasn't until George had spoken up a month and a half later saying that he was happy that Harry seemed happy alone that the Weasleys finally let it go.

Shifting his thoughts to George made Harry's heart clench, knowing that there was no more Fred to complete George, and that in itself was the weirdest and hardest thing to see after the war was over for many of the survivors. Though before he fell into a pit of depression over the matter, he quickly shook his head and put his emotions into his mental cage. A cage, which Harry knew even then, he'd have to unlock at some point but he was afraid to do so. It wouldn't be until the most inconvenient time that the lock broke, and after it had, Harry would curse his stupidity yet again at making the cage in the first place.

This is when Bella came into his room, startling the wizard from his musings and forcing his eyes to take in the disheveled shape his new sister was in. She walked over to his bed and sat down cautiously on the edge of the mattress, looking at him with an emotion he wouldn't be able to place until after a few days of questioning the matter.

"Harry." She began, her fingers twiddling with the blanket for a few moments before she spoke again. "Have you ever been in love? I mean… the sort of love that just hits you and happens to stick? And you feel like you have to have him, no matter what, you just have to convince him to love you back?"

Lust at its finest, friends. Beware.

Now Harry and Bella had become friends over the past week, mostly due to the fact that if he didn't his stay here would be even worse, but either way, they were friends. Not best friends or even close friends, mind you, and that was why Harry didn't know how to respond to the girl in front of him. If it were Hermione, he would have spilled the first thing that had come to his mind (unless it was completely irrelevant), knowing that she preferred the truth more than anything. If it was Ron, and for some reason it was most of the time was, he would have said the sugar coated truth and some how turn it into a small joke. It didn't even have to be a good joke; just something that brought Ron a bit out of his moping so he could properly reevaluate the situation.

So what did he say? Why nothing at all, of course.

"No, I suppose you haven't." Bella mumbled with a sigh. "But I'll tell you, it's a horrible feeling to have that kind of love and know that the object of that love hates you enough to avoid you for two weeks after only one hello. Edward is just…" She sighed again, squeezing the blanket even more tightly. "It sucks, it really does."

Then, as quickly as she came, she left.

And so now you know of Bella's cavernous obsession, one that was completely irrational and caused quite a bit of damage before the end of it came. For the rest of Saturday night, Harry mistook Bella's feelings for a peculiar fancy. When Saturday turned to Sunday and Harry learned the muggle way to paint while Bella visited a friend at the hospital, he still didn't know. When Sunday turned to Monday though, he knew.

He knew because there was no way not to notice the way Bella's eyes had darted over to the silver Volvo as soon as she pulled into the student parking lot that morning, almost running into another car out of her shock. He knew because he had hopped out of the passenger seat as soon as Bella's new rusty, old truck stopped but some how Bella was already halfway towards her "love". He knew, because she had that same determined, love-struck face he had seen first on Ginny.

It was as Bella came to a halt out of confusion on what to do next, that Harry swore to himself that he would stop this obsession of hers before it brought both her and that gorgeous teen down. Because even though Harry had realized what a mistake he and Ginny were, he doubted Edward would. The other's subterranean eyes held too many nameless emotions to defend himself against Bella. He knew enough about the girl to know that she would give into her curiosity of her own feelings quite willingly, and therefore probably stalk the other. He always did have this uncanny knack for evaluating other people, just not Ginny apparently.

Harry had continued to look at Edward while he had made that promise to himself, trying to figure out those emotions that the other seemed to want to hide so much. There was fear and amazement, pain and happiness. Then there was something else, something so very odd for Harry to see on the other's enchantingly pale face, yet he knew he wouldn't look right without it. It was so familiar to Harry, that something. He struggled to place it, unconsciously knowing that it held a piece of a puzzle he didn't even know existed until some time later. And then he recognized it-

It was the want to kill.

And it was then that Harry realized that Edward wasn't looking at Bella anymore.

He was looking at Harry.

Harry's breath hitched and his heart sped up as he stared back into those golden topaz orbs that had surely been putting a spell on him. Otherwise he knew he could be able to look away. He knew he could, but somewhere in his mind he also knew the truth, and that was that those eyes were forever going to fascinate him. No matter if Harry knew that Edward wanted to kill him.

With a second thought, that scared the bloody shit out of him.

'Bleeding hell.' Harry thought, backing up one step. 'He wants my blood!'

Edward's eyes widened as soon as he thought that, and Harry didn't know why. The way the other took a step forward towards him was almost like he wanted to reassure Harry that he didn't wanted to rip his heart out. That still didn't stopped Harry from taking another step back, knowing from his experience with war that even though Edward was across the parking lot with Bella in between them, he could still kill Harry. Dying from having no heart wasn't something he planned to do just yet.

Needless to say, Edward didn't want to do any ripping, just sucking, but Harry only knew that the other wanted to kill him and without a clue as to why.

"Bella!" Harry called out, the hero complex he so wished to ignore coming back to him with an iron grip. She needed to get into the school while Edward was looking at him. The only thing that worried him was the other four beauties behind Edward, each with similar eyes and all looking at either him or Bella. This just screamed a bad situation. "Go to class Bella!" With those words she finally stopped looking at Edward with those helpless eyes and turned to Harry. He supposed she saw his fear, for she nodded and ran inside. It had been a relief to see that the other four didn't follow. Then he noticed that they now were all looking at him.

"Does he know?" Asked the largest male, cocking his head to the side and licking his lips with anticipation. Well Harry knew he knew a lot of things, but what the hell did they hope he not know he wondered. That they were a family of murderers? And he really hoped that wasn't what they were hiding.

Unfortunately, it was.

But Harry didn't know that, not yet, so he watched with intrigue and fear as the pixie-like brunette shook her head, grinning for all she was worth. When Harry reflects back onto that one simple gestures now a days, he knows that that gesture should have scared him more than it did, because that little grin was what set off a chain of unfortunately fortunate events. They didn't all come immediately, but the one that had, left Harry incredibly embarrassed.

"You should really smile more often Harry! It makes your eyes shine!" She yelled with a giggle. The only problem with her saying that was he certainly wasn't smiling. If these things kept happening Harry guessed that he wouldn't for a long while. "Now run along unless you want Edward seeing the little problem you're about to get!"

Harry had no idea what she had been talking when she said that, but if they were letting him live then he sure as hell wasn't going to stay out there until they changed their minds. Besides, he didn't think he could take much more of Edward's burning stare, which he would like to note, had never left him for a second. So without another word, Harry shuffled across the parking lot in way where he hadn't gotten too close or showed them his back, both still big no-no's in his war book all these years later.

It wasn't until he walked into the building and leaned against the wall out of relief that he noticed that he indeed had a growing problem. He blushed as he looked down, silently thanking that short brunette for telling him to run off in time. But then his eyes had widened as he began to wonder on how exactly the girl had known he would be getting a stiffy, because he didn't think that it had been there before. Maybe a bit of one, sure, but he was wearing baggy enough pants and a long enough jacket so even now you'd have to be looking right there to realize it was tenting.

He dropped that though to wonder why he had one exactly, because though both girls, the pixie and the busty blonde, were and still are amazingly attractive, neither one had really stuck in his mind except for the obvious more frightening reasons. In fact, the only one that really could have done that was- he gasped, shaking his head quickly to get the name out of his head. But it seemed like Edward and those lovely eyes of his were stuck there, even after uselessly trying to stuff him into his mental cage. That left him with only one option; to imagine the Headmistress in her knickers getting drunk with an equally naked Mrs. Weasley. Relief filled him as his disgust at the image quickly erased all evidence of his arousal.

After that strange experience nothing more had happened at school except for Harry realizing that he had English class with the pixie, Alice, and her (Boyfriend? Husband? Harry didn't know) Jasper, two of the Cullen kids, both of whom had stared at him practically the whole time. There probably would have been something to happen at lunch too, but Harry had made a point to mysteriously disappear. Meaning he had cast a wandless Disillusionment charm on himself to follow Bella around the lunchroom silently and anonymously just to make sure that the Cullens didn't go after her in public.

Now he was at home helping Charlie move the den's furniture and at that very moment, laughing at a joke the older man had just told. "Being part of the fuzz definitely has its perks!" Harry said with another laugh as Charlie grinned at his British slang.

"That accent will never get old! " Charlie said with a grunt as he slid the coffee table closer to his new fireplace. Harry quickly put the box he was holding down to help. "Thanks Harry. After we get that couch moved, what do you say we go out to the diner? Bella said she had nibbled some when she got home so I don't think she'll be hungry."

Harry eagerly grinned up at his muggle caretaker. "Sure! I missed lunch today so I'm starving!"

Charlie given him an odd look at that. "You missed lunch? Why?"

Harry wasn't perfect, hell, he still isn't perfect and probably never will be. He had made a mistake telling Charlie that and now had to think of an excuse to cover up the fact that he had used magic in front of muggles to a muggle that had no idea it existed. And to top it off, to protect his daughter from a guy he had thought might kill her, and him for that matter. Try explaining that.

"I had a few things I wanted to look up in the library."

There was a pause before Charlie broke out into laughter, slapping Harry on the back. "I got myself another bookworm in the family! You and Bella, I swear!" Aaand safe! Homerun for Harry! "I just need to stop by the police station after we eat."

Letting out a breath of relief wasn't an option, but Harry had let a small smile play on his lips before he helped move the couch. With a short good-bye to Bella the two guys left to Charlie's favorite diner where they had each ordered a steak out of their hunger. There they had eaten in peace for most of their meal, occasionally making small talk but otherwise content to munch down on their food. That peace had been broken with a sharp snap though when the diner's bell rang with the arrival of three new guests.

Harry's eyes widened as much as it was possible as he watched Alice, Jasper, and Edward take a seat at a table near him. None of the Cullens looked like they belonged in the quaint and tiny diner and Harry knew in an instant that they normally would never be there. It wasn't just because all the other customers were in shock, but also because Alice wouldn't stop grinning.

"Something wrong Harry?" Asked Charlie over his beer glass, clearly not at all fazed by seeing the Cullens. He was the only one.

'I'm being stalked my a family of murderers, does that count as something wrong?' He wanted to reply as, but had instead given the man a simple no. Yet, even with only saying that one word Edward seemed to find something funny about it if his smirk had been anything to go by. 'There's nothing funny about this.' And Edwards smirk turned into a grin.

"Oh Harry! What a lovely surprise!" Alice said as if just now noticing him. Charlie finally looked up as she floated over to their corner table, and managed to say a polite hello before she continued talking. "I know you're busy eating with Mr. Swan here but Edward over there had been meaning to introduce himself to you for the past week. He was just too shy."

Harry was about to say that he hadn't even seen Edward before this morning's incident before Charlie spoke up. "Well that's nice of you." Harry shot the man a look but he just continued on. "You can stay here Harry and make friends while I go over to the police station if you want."

"We'll take him home!" Alice cut in quickly, winking at Harry.

Charlie nodded, standing up. "Alright then. I don't know how strict your boarding school was Harry, but I don't want you out too late. It's a school night."

Again, Harry tried to tell the man how much he didn't want to "make friends" with three murderers or at least potential murderers when Alice grabbed him by the elbow and brought him to his feet with surprising strength. "Yes sir! He won't be gone long! Don't you worry!"

'Worry, for Merlin's sake Charlie! Worry! I don't have my wand!' Harry thought as he was dragged over to the Cullen's table, watching as Charlie paid his bill and left. Alice roughly sat him in the chair closest to Edward, who looked as equally as uncomfortable as himself. That was the only good thing about this situation.

Alice suddenly was sitting at his left, her big golden eyes locked on him. "Harry." She started as Harry gathered his magic into a ready position, just in case they decided to attack here. "This is my brother Edward, he's been very eager to meet you and your new, ah, sister? Do you call her that yet? I suppose not. Anyways, say hello Edward."

Edward was glaring at Alice by now, but he managed to mumble a hurried and perhaps a bit strained "hi". Moving his gaze from Alice to Edward, Harry ran his eyes down the male to check for any obvious muggle weapons on his person, almost relaxing when there was none. Almost. For Edward was now looking at Harry and his heart had sped up again. "Do you like what you see?"

Blushing, Harry turned away, obviously unable to tell the teen that he had been only checking him out for weapons. Letting the other know he was onto his murderous thoughts wasn't an option. "Do you guys realize how awkward this is for me?" Harry had said instead of responding.

"It's obvious." Startled by the voice of Jasper Harry bit his tongue. Jasper leaned closer towards Harry at this, as if intrigued by the action. Harry should have known to question that, but he hadn't.

"We're not use to," Edward struggled to find the right words. "Making friends." Harry snorted at that. "But that's what we- I am trying to do. I want to be your," Edward looked away. "Friend."

"And if I don't want to be your," Harry paused in an almost mocking way, but he had never regretted it due to what happened soon after. "Friend?" Edward's eyes were back on him, both boys challenging the other through their eyes. At the time, Harry was vaguely reminded of his and Draco's old rivalry. (By this time their friendship had still been on the rocks.)

This is when Edward leaned forward; his face dangerously close to Harry's but his pride had refused to let him back up. It instead forced him to stare right back at Edward with his own determined look. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice Harry." Edward quietly spoke from lips Harry had taken more than a few looks at while they had moved. "Bella happens to attract me quite a bit, but you," He had gotten closer, too close. "You captivate me. Especially your mystery."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Well let me clear up a bit of that mystery right now then." He spoke with only contempt in his voice, completely hiding the fact that his heart was pounding against his rib cage in an almost painful manor. "I'm Harry fucking Evans and I completely distrust you and your family."

Was it left out that young Harry Potter had been forced to change his last name due to safety reason? It seems so. Continue on.

An odd smile appeared on Edward's face at that, like he could hear his heart beat at it's fast pace. "That means you don't hate me yet."

Alice suddenly broken into giggles and both boys had quickly turned away from each other. Both her and Jasper were looking highly amused at their antics, as were a few of the other customers when Harry looked around him. That sort of bothered him that their little power play had been completely in public with that public not minding their own damn business. Plus, it didn't help that he had this unsettling feeling in his stomach telling him that he had lost this small battle with Edward.

"So cute!" Alice exclaimed with a clap of her hands. "So now that you two have met, I vote we set up a play date!" The three of them looked at her questionably, Harry secretly wondering if she was insane. 'If she is, it better be the good kind of insane like Luna.' "This Friday at seven Edward is going to pick you up Harry, to go see a movie. There, you will tell each other about yourself and after an awkward moment, you two will smile at each other and are about to kiss, but then-!" Jasper shot her a look and she quickly gave him one back, sticking out her tongue. "Ok, so that won't happen, but did you really think I was going to tell them what does?"

'What the fucking hell is she talking about?' and 'Is she insane or something else?' were both questions that ran through Harry's head during Alice's little speech, along with several curses and a few imaginary killings.

"I could see for myself." Said Edward as he leaned across the table to stare at his sister. Her smile seemed to tell him something though, for he merely sat back and looked around the room again with a scowl. Harry didn't like this at all. Not only did they seem to be having a second conversation going on here, but what conversation he could hear made no sense. "It's late enough. We should take Harry home." And so they did, without even ordering any food or drinks for themselves, further proving to Harry that they had only been there for him. That unfortunately meant that he had been stalked by three potential murderers bent on befriending him to possibly get information about Bella out of him. That too did not settle right with Harry, at all.

So now the wizarding world's savior was back at his muggle home after being driven by the speed demon named Edward Cullen, who never once had looked in the rearview mirror at him. But Harry hadn't complained seeing as after that he had a sort of permanent blush stained onto his cheeks no matter how much he thought of the drunken scene of McGonagall and Mrs. Weasley. What had been odd to him though was the fact that Jasper, of all people, had constantly kept peeking over at him, looking like he was holding himself back for some reason. A reason that he highly doubted had to do with anything good.

Bella had been a sleep when he had gotten home, but Charlie had informed him that she had been peeved when he had told her that Harry had stayed to eat with the Cullens. Harry had nodded at this and had resolved to speak with her on the way to school tomorrow in her truck, maybe start trying to help her move on with a more direct approach. Even if that didn't work he knew it was best to try every approach he could think of before he did something drastic like cast a Fidelius Charm on a house in Britain and stashed her away there so Edward and his eerie family could never find her until she was old and gray. Maybe not even then.

He sat down on his desk chair and looked up at the ceiling in thought. The Cullens were so different, but not in the usual muggle way he had heard about like emos or goths or hippies. In fact, they were the sort of different you found in the wizarding world. Different as in too pale and too beautiful, with strength exceeding the norm- especially in Alice's case. There were too many different sorts of creatures in the wizarding world to be able to place them yet though, but he was now almost positive that they weren't muggles.

Plus, muggles didn't tend to have whole families so blood thirsty, right?

After a short search on the Internet (which Bella had to teach him to use his first day here), he confirmed that was a big no. Muggles, he quickly wrpte in his Muggles Studies notebook, seemed to like to work alone or in a pair in most murder cases. Then he quickly scratched that out after imagining Mrs. Beckley's face if she read that. Priceless, but knowing his luck she would waste no time throwing him back into the muggle world for his detention. This time with a broken wand.

Bed was his next destination and it met him with a welcoming sensation. He was too weary to care about the problem that was Edward Cullen anymore, and so soon found himself drifting off into jumbled dreams. In the morning he would barely remember something about the war in those dreams, but what little that he had remembered would ruin his Tuesday plans to help Bella.

Because of his nightmarish sleep, he hadn't heard his snake hissing at the window or the rustle of the leaves on the closest tree when the wind was still that night. Neither had he seen the face that silently peeped through the glass or the confused look that played on it.

And he most certainly hadn't noticed when that person apparated with a small pop to inform to his superiors about the new development in the Potter case.

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See? This is slashy romance with a plot.

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Harry getting a stiffy earlier was not meant to be discribed as a lustful obsession of his own, I just had to state the fact that while Harry completely distrusts and somewhat fears Edward, he's still somewhat physically attracted to the vampire. And being eighteen and still a virgin, I would suspect that his hormones are a bit high. There is also the fact that having Harry feel the attraction most muggles have for vampires makes him seem less superhuman. I am going to ease into their relationship, don't worry.

I would also like to point out that I'm not following the life of Bella and will tend not to explain anything that happens to her personally unless it directly affects Harry, Edward, or is important for the plot. For instance the car crash still happened but since Bella wasn't staring at Edward because he wasn't there due to certain circumstances that will be explained soon, she wasn't involved in the car crash. I didn't feel the need to say that in the story (though I did mention about her friend being in the hospital) because it has absolutely nothing to do with anything. I'm sorry to those of you who like Bella and want to know every little detail about her life as well as Harry's and Edward's but that's just not going to happen. She's still a main character though so no sweat on that.

As for Jacob Black since I know you guys will be asking about him, he's still in the story, and yes he and his father still sold that darn truck to Bella. That'll be said later in the story but I figured some of you might flip without knowing that.

If you have any further questions, feel free to ask and I'll answer the best I can without giving away too much.

Thanks again to all you reviewers!