Definitely Not Disney

by Shadow Hunt

HIATUS. Being sent to Forks for a Muggle Studies project was unexpected. Meeting a group of vampires at his new muggle school was shocking. But falling in love with one of them? That was insane. Too bad a few people came to the wrong conclusions. HP/EC

4. Chapter 3

WARNING: THIS IS SLASH.

I NEED YOUR HELP!!!!
Like my sister, I'm horrible at nicknames and names and everything similar so I'm taking her idea and asking you readers if I can use some of your pen names for some of my characters. A lot of you have great names and I'd love to use a few of them. Just let me know!

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: Sorry for the wait! I've come into a lot of trouble starting with my computer breaking down and ending with my best friend telling me she has a rare heart disease. And the stuff between those two events is equally, if not more so, as bad. In fact, the only thing I had time to do was post this up since this had been written for a month or so. So to Misty, the reviewers, and the PMers, I'll respond when I get the chance but please be patient. And also to you reviewers, THANK YOU! You guys made my day every time I read one of them! Keep 'em coming loves!

This chapter is a bit slower (though you'll still have a heart attack at one part and then grab your weapons to kill me) but I promise the next one will have you on your floor in laughter and yet still nibbling on your fingers out of worry.

Beta-ed by MistyFire. You should really bow down to her greatness.

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Definitely Not Disney
By Shadow Hunt

Chapter Three

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It has been earlier said that Harry Potter expected the unexpected in almost everything, but once again the Wizarding world's savior found himself in a situation he didn't expect in the slightest. He hadn't even so much as thought it was a possibility- no wait, that's a lie. Only a few days ago he had a dream about part of it, and the other part of it was something he had been guessing about for days, so no surprise there. Then there was a third part; one that only Edward knew even existed. Not that he knew what the hell this part was suppose to mean but he suspected a threat on Harry, maybe himself. But it's not Edward's moment to shine, but poor moody Harry, who was cursing the weather and everything else twisting his life into this dark and (sorta) romantic (and not to mention odd, heart poundingly stupid, and all around messed up) life on the third Saturday of Harry's stay in Forks, Washington.

It all started when Harry woke up that morning to the howls of the wind and the beating of the rain against his partly open window. And yes, that means the first thing Harry did was close his window and clean the water off of his carpet the muggle way, not a very pleasing way to wake up in Harry's opinion. It didn't help that his irritation from the letter incident had carried over through the night and even grew into more murderous intents. Those murderous thoughts moved him through his morning routine, and even into breakfast where Charlie and a half a sleep Bella looked at him in concern. Charlie had even asked several times what was wrong, but Harry had brushed him aside and ate his cereal in silence. If he had spoken, he was sure he would have pulled a Jack the Ripper on them and the surrounding muggle community with a one, two, three dance of his wand.

Until lunch nothing else important happened besides Charlie dropping his cell phone in the kitchen sink and utterly destroying it with muffled curse and a followed sorry for his "bad language". But once the chime for noon rang throughout the house, the house phone went off and prompted Charlie to answer it. After a brief conversation, he turned to the two teens with a grin that worried Harry for a reason unknown to him at that time. Hadn't it been just last night that he decided that Charlie grinning was a good thing? He shook his head of that thought to listen to Charlie say, "Someone just put a bid on the corner house down the road this morning, can you believe it?" Once he got a headshake from Bella, he continued, "Never have so many people moved to Forks at once! First you two; now them!" He paused to think. "I should probably phone Billy later, he's been trying to sell that thing for years!"

The man named Billy who Charlie was talking about was his best friend and a Native American of the Quileute tribe with a son around their own age. Harry knew this because Charlie had instantly gone on talking about the Blacks, saying something about trying to get them closer to him and Bella since they obviously needed more friends. Harry didn't know about Bella, but he thought he had enough friends. Across the Atlantic that is.

Also across the Atlantic was one not-quite-friend Draco Malfoy, the blond menace that had Harry squirming in impatience. Draco had yet to send him the dreaded letter that would certainly be requesting a few hundred thousand Galleons to keep his mouth shut about the PECT, if the blond pulled together what the list was aiming at exactly. That 'if' was unfortunately almost nonexistent. Then again, he thought Draco would first send a what-the-fuck letter and then the notification that he was being blackmailed, maybe even a small gift for his stupidity. Though Harry thought it was more carelessness caused by very rational anger than his stupidity this time. But either way, there had been no letter and so there had been no end to Harry's anxiety.

But, even as he thought that he was wondering how his newfound friendship with Draco would factor into this. Mind you, it wasn't off the rocks yet, or even near to flat land, but it still wasn't what it had been. What it had been exactly was opposite sides of the war. Rivals to the bitter end, some people would have said, but of course they were proved wrong when Harry had testified on behalf of Draco and his mother after the fall of the Dark Lord. Then they were proved wrong again when Draco had given him Amkemil. And yet again when Draco's friends discovered a letter from Harry on his bedside table a few days ago that had said a no more than a few kind things. Really, all he had said that Draco had changed for the better and… a few other things not so mean. But that was good, right?

The point was, he and Draco weren't each other's adversaries anymore, and without that title to fall back on, he was actually uncertain of what Draco's reaction would be. Sure, he still thought Draco might resume their old games and with it the blackmail, but a heavy blanket of doubt had formed over it the more his thoughts pondered on what the blond would do. 'Could he help me?' had been one of the main questions Harry had asked himself as he had slowly made his way to his room, but had fallen asleep on his rather soft bed an hour later still asking himself the very same question.

After Bella had come to his room (waking him immediately and unfortunately) around five later that evening to tell him sorry for the night before, his irritation had gone down some, but not enough to stop him from having a glaring contest with Amkemil, the wrongdoer and cause of last night's big mistake, the moment the thing started hissing in the window's direction again. Suspicious? Definitely. The snake though had unfortunately won after a good hour of glaring, but only because Charlie had come into his room to tell him to get ready for the hated and unwelcome party. Harry though found himself without the heart to tell Charlie this, but only because the man was grinning so widely the frown winkles looked almost completely gone.

That grin was when he realized how much Charlie reminded him of Remus, but he pushed that into his mental cage with a hard push.

At seven Harry found himself being kicked out of the house again, but this time with an umbrella to shield him from the now light drizzle. He was tempted to use some magic to sneak back into the house but he decided that he had broken that rule enough times already in the past two weeks and probably should try to cut back. Besides, if the Swans found out about him being a wizard he would have to go back to Hogwarts without having figured out what the Cullens were and with a nagging worry over Bella. While he could technically drag her back to England with him for her safety, he doubted she would want to go. He also didn't want to have to take care of a muggle for the rest of her years, but if he had to then he had to. Simple as that.

Though he paused when that physiology fully hit him. It was something that even though had always seemed to be there, Mad Eye Moody had perfected in him. That was of course to protect any innocent at all costs. The only problem with this was the story Moody had told him a few years back, which completely contradicted that physiology. It had been about how Moody had done the same thing for a muggle being hunted by a werewolf in his younger years. "Pretty girl." He had said before he told him of how for two years he had protected this vixen without fail, but after a while she grew bored and restless and all in all made his life a living hell. She was so bad, Moody had said, that when the werewolf finally found her little hidey-hole, he only protected her halfheartedly, which he of course regretted afterwards. Still, that meant that though his way of thinking seemed selfless and brave at first, it didn't turn out that way in the end.

So was Harry truly ready to do the same thing, hoping that he at least wouldn't go completely nuts at Bella's boredom that would surely come? At first his answer was a definite yes, but as he forced himself to think about it, he realized that he wasn't so sure about that. Yes, he still wanted to protect her, but to go as far to take her back to Britain with him and forever make sure she stayed out of the public was not exactly a pleasing future. Hell, it was one of the worst futures he could think of besides one with a still alive Voldemort. And if those two were to combine… he shuddered at that thought even though he knew that could never happen. Still a cause for nightmares nonetheless.

He dropped the topic after agreeing that while he spent his semester here; he would do all he could for Bella. His ideas of help mostly consisted of flashy fights with Edward to make sure the creature knew not to mess with her, or better yet, moved. He was a guy after all, and no matter how grown any guy got, the idea of a good fight would always be thought of as fun and exciting as long as bloodshed wasn't in the picture. Conveniently for Harry, his thoughts were on the fun side of fights so the usual reminder blood and bruises brought, the one of the war, didn't emerge.

Without a spell to further protect him from the rain, Harry set off for Taylor's with a soft hum of one of Charlie's cop show's themes, probably NCIS since the man watched that one more frequently then the others. It was roughly a twenty-minute walk there, Harry knew, but he still didn't like the fact that he had to trek through the puddles. He would have to get Bella to teach him how to drive before he left for Hogwarts at the end of this semester. He would ask Charlie but he didn't want to be practicing driving in the cop car for the obvious reasons.

It was as he was thinking that, that the first of the two culprits to make themselves known that Saturday pulled up to a stop beside Harry, making the Boy-Who-Lived stare in horror at the shiny silver. And yes, that silver was on a Volvo, the only one in Forks for that matter. The person who owned that Volvo was of course Edward Cullen.

"Get in!" Edward shouted as he leaned over and opened the passenger door. Harry looked at him for a moment before turning and continuing down the sidewalk, stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets so he would have quick access to his wand. It was a smart thing to do, but a moment later it didn't matter because Edward grabbed him around the waist and lifted him across his left shoulder in an inhuman speed, further proving to Harry that Edward was no muggle. His hands had been wrenched out of his pockets in the process and without hearing the soft thud in the grass; he was stuffed into the passenger's seat of the Volvo with a yelp.

"What the hell Edward?" Harry shouted as the other teen locked the doors and gazed over at him, smirking. Without giving into the urge to magically remove Edward's lips, Harry asked, "How did you know I would be here?" But as soon as those words left his mouth he remembered Alice and her mysterious seer ability. She was really starting to meddle too much, Harry thought with a scowl.

Edward looked at him for a moment before reaching to the backseat, grabbing a coat, and throwing it on Harry's lap. "You should have known to wear more than a t-shirt Harry."

Harry frowned, but nevertheless put the coat on. It was a little big in the shoulders and arms, but it warmed him and that's all that mattered at this point. "I don't have but three jackets, and if Lavender found out I wore one of them to a party she would kill me." Edward opened his mouth to question that but Harry continued on out of his newfound nervousness. "She's crazy about fashion. In fact I wouldn't doubt she has some sort of device to alert her when I'm not following one of her rules. There's a hundred and twenty for Merlin's sake! How am I supposed to follow them all? I don't even know how-"

"Harry." Edward said to efficiently cut Harry off. "You don't have to be nervous around me."

Whether or not that was true, Harry glared at the other. "So you're saying I shouldn't be nervous when alone in a car with a potential murderer- don't give me that look! I know you say you don't want to hurt me but what about Bella? I know that something in you wants her dead a whole lot more then it wants me face planted in the dirt. I'm not stupid." 'Just careless' he added mentally.

Edward sighed, running a hand through his bronze locks. He was facing the front windshield but his eyes were still set on Harry with the oddest of looks, one that made Harry even more nervous. "Harry." It was said in such a deep voice that Harry nearly shivered from that sound alone. He was thankful that if he did he could blame it on his wet clothes. "If I truly wanted you or Bella dead, you'd be dead."

Well now, wasn't that a lovely thought?

Now Harry was stumped. What Edward had said seemed to make perfect sense, but that directly conflicted with the theories Harry had been indulging himself in. The only thing he had to back himself up now was that there hadn't been any opportunities to kill him yet since Charlie had known who he was with both times he had been with Edward. But that was scratched out as soon as he reminded himself of where he was right now, which was in the car with Edward without anybody knowing he was with Edward. In fact no one would suspect him missing until morning if Edward decided to kill him now since everybody at the party would be too drunk to notice he wasn't there and Charlie would think he was too drunk to leave the house. Though he also reminded himself that if Edward were going to kill him, he wouldn't have given him his coat. Unless it was so Harry didn't suspect anything and therefore didn't put up a fight when Edward did decide to show his true colors. But somehow he found himself skeptical about that.

That still left the matter of Bella though, because Edward most certainly had many chances to draw her away and slaughter her. Sure Harry would know almost as soon as he didn't catch a glimpse of her in the hallways, or at least when he waited at her truck to go home and she didn't show, but he also doubted that Edward was scared of him enough to actually take that into consideration. Harry was, after all, a powerless human in Edward's mind that had only few secrets (okay a lot in reality) to hide, and not a fairly powerful wizard that had defeated the strongest, dark European wizard to date. And if Edward had somehow already figured that out he was a one hell of an actor- another thing he doubted.

One thing that did make sense, at least partly, was the fact that Edward could be prodding him for information about Bella and just be saying that there was nothing interesting about her so Harry would correct him. She could have some hidden muggle ability that Harry didn't know about, but since Harry had yet to see anything extraordinary about Bella, the likelihood of that was also shot to seven hells and back again. Besides, Edward could easily get information out of her himself considering how deep her obsession went.

And then it hit him. It was so obvious that Harry smacked his head in disbelief, causing Edward to fully face him in worry. But Harry didn't notice that or anything else since his thoughts were deeply set on how stupid he was, not careless like he had earlier told himself. Like Alice said, Edward found Bella's smell enticing enough to have his inner beast want to kill her, but he slowly realized that was the only thing about Bella that drew Edward to her. (He vaguely remembered Edward saying something similar on their not-date the night before.) That meant that Edward was only there for him; for information about him. Whether this was mere curiosity on Edward's part or part of some crazy rogue Death Eater's (or some other enemy's- he had many) plan, he couldn't say. But he was now sure that while Edward could kill him, and on some level did want to, this everything was about solving the mystery that was Harry Evans (aka Harry Potter).

'Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid!' Harry mentally yelled at himself, completely missing how a smirk started to form on Edward's face. 'He told me this last night! Why didn't I realize this then? Or earlier this morning? Blimey, I'm not following any of my training!' Again Harry missed how Edwards smirk fell into a thoughtful frown. 'I was so focused on the fact that he wanted to kill Bella and I that I completely missed how this could be all to find out who I really am! But how would he know I'm not who I say I am when he has only been around me for a week? Outside sources maybe?' Harry looked up at the now shocked Edward, not realizing that the creature hadn't known any of that- before now. 'Yeah, that's gotta be it. Maybe my paperwork wasn't all prim and proper. Possible. Not likely but that doesn't rule it out. Though the American Government sure was convinced, and they're more peculiar about paperwork than Hermione…'

"Fine." Harry said with a huff, crossing his arms and leaning back into the plush passenger seat. With his movement Edward blinked a few times, but continued to look at Harry with those dark eyes he was so fascinated by. "So I'm not dead yet. Still doesn't make me any less wary of you. I mean, you could lose control of that… other half." And that was another thing that had dawned on Harry, one a bit more frightening than someone finding out who he really was.

Edward put the car in gear, but left his hand on the clutch for a minute before replying. "Let's just hope that doesn't happen." And with a startled look from Harry, Edward drove off down the road at speeds that Harry found even more frightening then last time considering what the creature just said.

Seemed like murder wasn't as distant as he had just convinced himself to be. Even more lovely!

'He's a right git' Harry thought with another huff, turning to look out the dark window, barely recognizing the houses they passed before they were gone. He completely missed the smile that played out on Edward's lips or the sideways glance he earned. But what he didn't miss, like anyone would have, was the cool brush of Edward's hand against his own, light enough to be passed as an accident. But if there was anything Harry learned over his years at war, it was that nothing happened by accident, especially not when concerning an enemy. Acquaintance. Stranger. Whatever the two of them were to each other, it was no accident.

It wasn't until they pulled up in Taylor's driveway did Harry realize just what Edward had done. And as Harry turned to look at the other in shock, he gulped.

Edward's touch had been cold, not warm like a Dragon Hominid's would be. Those creatures' skin was always burning, he had been told; like fire beneath the skin. People say it was because of the dragon in them, but others say it's because of their cannibalistic tendencies that made them so fire-blooded as some people tended to call it. But that didn't matter since Edward had just narrowed his choices down to Hydro Sapiens and Vampires, the foremost being frightening, but the latter was simply petrifying. While both Dragon Hominids and Hydro Sapiens lived considerably longer lives than most wizards, they still died. Vampires did not, at least not naturally. And it was bloody hard to kill them any other way. So looking at it like that, Harry was terrified and yet strangely thrilled, almost as if eager to find out if Edward was a blood sucker or not. Not that he wanted his blood to be sucked because that just made him feel like a bunch of slim was running over his skin when he thought about it.

But Harry quickly reminded himself that Edward could still be a Hydro Sapien since there was no proof to prove one way or another. Hydro Sapiens also had cold skin, and sometimes on powerful ones, it was cold enough to freeze the body part that touched it. There had been one case in Canada (where it seemed every outrageous event happened) where a Hydro Sapien had frozen an entire village without lifting a finger, and then promptly melted everyone and everything since they can't maintain any ice forms for an extended period of time. But the reason this was so odd was because its anger had caused its skin to change the very temperature of the air around it to below freezing and for a wide range, which was the first major case of such thing recorded. Since their anger tended to cause reactions in temperature and weather, Harry thought it was still very likelythat Edward and his family could be Hydro Sapiens. Losing control like that would be deadly, and easily explained why Edward was afraid of losing control.

Though Harry also had to consider that most Hydro Sapiens didn't have inner… selves... that wanted to kill people because of strong scents. Key word was most, and since none of the other Cullens seemed to want to kill him or Bella, he still couldn't erase it off the list. Edward could be outside that norm, maybe even insane.

He sure hoped that wasn't the case.

He didn't get to ponder on it any longer though because as soon as he exited the Volvo, Taylor bounced out of the house and threw himself at Harry, causing the wizard to stumble backwards and slip on a puddle. Only Taylor fell to the wet grass though, for Edward had grabbed Harry by the back of his jacket to keep him from going down with his drunken friend. Taylor pouted at this. "Su'pose to roll 'round with me in the mud Harry!" Harry blinked at that. Odd drunken thoughts Taylor had there. "You deny my love and push me to the side like a… peasant! Cut me deeper you can not!"

Harry sighed, leaning backwards in disbelief that he had decided tonight was the night he was following the magical rules. If he had only snuck back inside! "Taylor." Harry muttered. "You're bloody well pissed."

Taylor grinned that this. "That I am, good chap!" He was obviously one of those drunks that picked up on accents, Harry mused, leaning further back against the cool car out of amazement. "So ah… what's up with you two."

"What's up with-?" Harry froze, realizing just what he was leaning against, and it most certainly wasn't the Volvo.

It's was the Volvo's owner.

Harry yelped in shock, stumbling forward towards Taylor and running to stand behind his now standing friend, blushing madly. Taylor looked over his shoulder at him with a sloppy grin, but when Harry gave his friend a pleading look the other's eyes sparkled with mischief. Suddenly Taylor fell back into Harry's arms in faint, causing Harry to stare numbly at his friend's oddity. "Oh! I'm so weak!" Taylor cried, bringing an arm to cover his eyes. "My limbs are numb! My breath coming slowly…. Take me away Harry! Lead me to a secret place so I can die in peace! Hurry! My heart won't hold out any longer…"

Harry grinned down at his friend, suddenly getting what Taylor was doing, even if it was a piss poor job of it. He didn't believe for one second that Edward was fooled, but if it got him away from the creature, he wasn't complaining. "Oh Taylor! I shall do anything to make sure your dying moments are safe and secluded!" Harry buttered up his English accent, faking a face of sorrow. Probably wasn't a good one, Harry knew, but he started dragging Taylor around the side of the house anyways. When they were a few feet away, Harry grunted before whispering into Taylor's ear, "Lose some weight before the next time you faint in my arms." Taylor stuck his tongue at him none to discreetly.

Finally, after slipping a few times in the puddles and almost face planting into the ground; Harry had Taylor at the back of the house. The two of them sat down on the rocks outside, laughing. They got a few odd looks from the other drunken teens outside, but much weirder things than random laughter were common at parties so they walked away.

When their laughter died down, Taylor gave Harry a grin. "Think he bought that?"

"Taylor, no one would've bought that. Your acting skills are shit." Harry replied with a smirk of his own.

"Oh like yours aren't!" Taylor shouted back playfully. "I mean that English accent! Talk about fake!" The two boys got another round of laughs at that. "But really, why didn't he follow us?" Taylor tapped his chin in thought before having a light bulb moment. "I got it! He was too… too… shit I lost it. Beer time!" Harry's elbow was grabbed as Taylor dragged him into the house where the majority of the party was taking place.

After their eventful escape from the, as Harry liked to put it, stalker, three hours seemed to fly by out of Harry's mirth. He had tried staying in the shadows to avoid the students and the drinks they were trying to force him to drink, but Edward had quickly made the most secluded side of the room his own so Harry had no choice but to get pissed with the rest of the lot. Though when he could, he pored his drink into the plant near the kitchen, and by this time swore that the plant was swaying with the rest of the drunken crowd of teens. Tallying up what he couldn't safely avoid from drinking, he had knock backed a total of three shots and almost four beers, not many considering Taylor was having a drinking contest with a freckled boy named Jimmy, winning too by the looks of it. The kitchen's crowd was cheering them on in wild cheers and screams.

"Come on Taylor! Knock it back and fuck it!" One person yelled earning a few laughs and a halfhearted glare from Jimmy.

Taylor raised the drink above his head in a humorous battle cry, and then swiftly chugged the drink down. When it was finished he shouted, "I declare this drink royally fucked!" And the kitchen echoed with the roar of the crowd, reminding Harry faintly of the heavyweight boxing matches his uncle Vernon use to watch on the telly except this was much more intense and entertaining.

It was somewhere in between that declaration and Jimmy's own that Harry found himself being pulled to the back of the crowd by Edward, stopping in a dark corner Harry had seen a couple make out in only minutes before. Knowing that made him feel like he should be worried.

Edward appeared to tower over him when in reality Harry knew he was only a few inches taller then himself. Still, Harry straightened his shoulders and stood up to his full height to make the difference seem less. It didn't work out too well. "What'd you want Edward?" Harry nearly cringed when he noticed the slight slur in his voice, but that's what he got for not being able to say no to Charlie. Damn muggle and his loopy grins.

"You Harry. I want you."

Harry blinked a few times, confused. Either the drinks he had were stronger than he thought and he heard wrong or… not. He squinted at the beautiful creature in front of him, taking in his pale completion and flared nostrils, trying to see any sign that would prove Edward had said "You, Harry, are food" or "Harry, you look blue", not a sentence of pure lust. But as his eyes raked back up to meet Edward's he saw how dark they were, clouded over with that very lust he had heard in his rich, baritone voice. But this didn't make any sense to Harry because only a few hours ago he had come to the conclusion that Edward wanted him for information. Unless…

Unless Edward want to get information on him because he liked him.

Or he was just using this as a ploy to get deeper inside Harry's heart to extract the information for some darker purpose, probably even hoping Harry was drunk enough not to notice and willingly fall into his arms in a fit of giggles.

Yeah, the latter sounded better.

"Piss off Edward." Harry mumbled, not bothering to keep his voice low. "I'm only tipsy."

Edward smirked, stepping closer so that their bodies were precariously ghosting the each other's, the lack of body heat Edward emitted all too clear to Harry. "I couldn't go to school for a week the first time I smelled you." Edward said deeply, his voice the only thing Harry could hear even though all around them a crowd cheered on Jimmy. "And I had only smelt you from across the parking lot." He bent his neck lower, his dark eyes moving nearer. "Think of all the smells out there. All mixing together, all becoming one. And then there was yours." Harry could feel Edward's breath against his lips and yet he still couldn't break eye contact and walk away. It was like a spell had taken hold of him and sent his heart into overdrive, pooling his blood lower in need. "Bella's was similar but even hers can't compare to how intoxicated I get when I'm around you. You make me want you with by just standing still." Edward stepped forward as Harry stepped back against the wall, bodies melding together as Edward's lips came to meet Harry's. But just before they connected Harry snapped out of it and slammed his head against Edward's with a bang and causing the creature to lurch back in shock.

Harry gasped and held his hammering head in one hand while his other reached for his wand out of his want to flee. He had to get away from Edward or else his desire would ruin everything. It would be too much like giving up in the middle of war and dashing to the other side of the battlefield to shout at them to go ahead and finish you off, something he had thought of many times during the Second Wizarding War. But he never had then and he wouldn't now. At the moment he just needed to find his wand so he could get out of here. He knew he had put in his front right pocket, but there was no piece of wood there besides the one he sporting due to the creature slowly recovering from his surprise behind him. He had felt his wand in that pocket just before Edward had picked him up and thrown him into the car without a doubt so where- His eyes widened and he froze.

His wand had fallen out of his pocket!

"Harry what's wrong?" Edward questioned as he walked around him to look at the unmoving wizard. Worry etched across his face when Harry's eyes continued to look straight in front of him in a trance like state, his heart pounding in fright now instead of want. This was not possible, he repeated to himself.

Slowly Harry looked up at the creature's face. This type of unexpected was not supposed to happen. His life could not turn out this much worse. A wizard without a wand was doomed, even if they could do minor spells wandlessly it didn't substitute for their original wand. Nothing could. He had to find it, even if that meant getting the help from the one person he should really be trying to stay away from. Edward was unfortunately the only sober person with a car. So he closed his eyes, containing his fear, and said, "Edward I lost my wa- watch." He couldn't let him know he was a wizard. That would be suicide. "I need to find it. I have to. Can you drive me to where you kidnapped me?"

"I didn't-" Edward stopped himself, sighing. "Yes I can. Come on."

Before Harry followed Edward into the rain he paused to look around the room, noticing Taylor jump around in victory with a watch loose on his wrist. It wouldn't do to say he found what he was looking for but not have a watch to back up his story. Deciding that he would return it later, Harry used his sneaking skills (which were quite poor considering his tipsiness) to grab the watch off Taylor, who didn't even notice the missing weight in his drunken state. Once it was in his pocket, he grabbed Edward's coat off the coat rack and walked out the door to the Volvo as he swung the coat onto his shoulders. As soon as he was seated it seemed Edward had the car burning rubber as he flew down the road, Harry silent until the car finally pulled to a stop next to the sidewalk he had been taken from hours earlier.

He jumped out of the car; looking right and left for any sign of his wand laying on the sidewalk through the darkness of night but all there was were shallow puddles and fallen leaves. Dropping to his knees he crawled on the grass to feel for any sticks, making his way slowly so he didn't miss his wand and accidentally break it. He looked up when Edward crouched down next to him and rested a cold hand on his cheek, the light pitter-patter of the rain filling their silence until Edward finally spoke. "I'll buy you a new watch if you want."

"You don't understand!" Harry yelled, gritting his teeth. He couldn't tell Edward what he was looking for or even why without giving away he was a wizard, and considering how many creatures hated wizards, that wasn't going to happen. But as Edward started to look puzzled he realized he'd have to come up with something, and best to put in as much truth as he could, which wasn't much. "It was a gift from my father. He passed away when I was a baby. It's the only thing I have left from him. Do you understand that? I need it, not some other watch. I need my watch." Edward retracted his hand and nodded, turning to scan the surrounding grass while Harry went back to crawling around. If he had the good eyesight of whatever creature Edward was this would be much easier, he knew, but he quickly put that thought out of his head as he found a stick. He quickly knew it wasn't his wand so he threw it behind him.

Crack.

Harry stilled at the sound, instantly turning his emerald eyes to look at Edward's foot. Edward stared back as Harry's breathing became erratic, his lips falling open in a silent scream as time seemed to stop in this small part of the yard between two houses. Moments passed and the rain's beating was the only thing that told them the world still spun, but Harry didn't hear or feel as it started to pick up. He didn't care that his clothes were ruined or that his slight cold was going to get worse from the cold the downpour caused, because his life had literally been squished under Edward's left Nike sneaker.

His wand was broken and it was all because he signed up for Muggle Studies.

He really should have taken Divination.

The creature moved to the side as Harry crawled over in desperation, nearly crying as he grabbed at what had broken under the other's weight. He couldn't believe it was true, that the one thing that allowed him to actually control his magic to a fine-tuned point was snapped. Because lets face it, Harry might've known wandless magic but anything past a minor spell he was rubbish at without his wand. He almost wanted to blame Edward for not seeing his wand laying right there, but then he remembered that Edward was looking for a muggle watch. If only he had told him he was a wizard and faced an eighty-nine percent chance of death like a brave a foolish Gryffindor he might still have his wand! Curse his Slytherin tendencies! He brought up the two pieces of wood to his face and stared at them numbly as a realization hit him.

He wanted to laugh.

And he did, dropping the two split pieces to the ground to hold his stomach as laughter spilled from his lips. It seemed like years before he finally got his hilarity under control, but when he did he grinned up at the bemused other. "Just a stick." He announced, still chuckling at his foolishness as he started crawling around once more to locate his real wand. He could feel Edward's eyes on his back, but Harry honestly couldn't care less because he still had a chance at finding his wand. It wasn't like someone had come outside at night just to grab what they would think was a stick, he hoped. But he couldn't be too sure that some muggles weren't stick collectors because he had heard of stranger things to collect in the wizarding world such as crystal balls. Really, what difference was there between one and another? Size, sure, but they were all as useless as the rest.

But in reality, Harry should have cared about what Edward was doing behind him because minutes later a soft shine caught the creature's eye, calling for him to pick of the smooth piece of wood that was slick with water. Not even a second later did Edward recognize what it was. He turned to watch his sable haired crush franticly search the grass for his lost item, and what that item was could only be the wand in his hand, not a watch like he had been told. It all made sense to Edward now- how Harry knew he wasn't human, why he wasn't fully afraid of that, why he was so secretive, and why he freaked over a simple twig snapping. So current question was, what was he going to do about Harry Evans being a wizard?

He would watch and wait, that's what. First thing he had to do was make sure this was Harry's and not just a relic from his magical father, because that was still semi plausible if he stretched his imagination a bit. Okay, a lot, but that was beside the point. Summarily he placed the wand into his pocket and called out the other boy's name. Harry looked up and stared at him with adult eyes, far too old for an eighteen-year-old human in Edward's opinion, not that he was complaining. That maturity was one of the things that drew him to the human. That and his smell, you can't forget that. "What does the watch look like?"

Harry cocked his head to the side, obviously thinking. So Edward pressed into those thoughts guessing these wouldn't be guarded like most of his others, and they weren't. He clearly saw Harry remembering how he had taken the watch off of Taylor's wrist and how Harry paid close attention to what the watch looked like right before the wizard pocketed it in the scene. He slipped back from the mind as Harry described it out loud to him, but he barely listened since he had already seen it. His mind drifted off to his crush's criminal movements and actions that he oddly found arousing, probably because he had never met a human so sneaky and that was a trait he held in good view.

Edward smirked, but controlled himself enough to turn around and pretend to continue looking. It wouldn't be right to take Harry's virginity in a stranger's mud covered yard, no matter how aroused he was or how erotic that would be. Pausing, he peeked at Harry's ass as the boy persisted to crawl around in search of his wand. He would definitely have to bring Harry back here one day after he stole his virginity the proper way to enact the vivid images running through his head. Harry was just lucky he couldn't smell his virgin blood at the moment due to all the rain blotting out every smell but the garbage cans to his far left. It was like the man above wanted to destroy his arousal with smell alone. They had obviously been sitting there for more than a week to reek that bad.

Pausing, he looked up at the black sky with a sigh. He could have all the dirty thoughts in the world but the likelihood of carrying a single one of the out was exactly zero. Though Harry didn't seem to completely fear him, that didn't mean his own fear for losing control could ever be over looked. Killing the first person that truly made his heart feel for was something that gripped even someone as old as himself with fear and a sense of dread. Bottom line was, sex was off the to-do list for another decade. But could he risk a kiss?

With one more look at Harry, he knew that he would have to or else he was going to go crazy with want.

Thirty minutes later found a miserable Harry in his passenger seat as he drove the teen home after an "unsuccessful" search for the "watch". In truth he had found what Harry was so desperate to get back, but he figured he'd give it back to the human only when he was sure he wasn't going to harm him or his family because even though he loved the thrill of the risk, he wasn't stupid. Besides, he knew if the roles had been flip-flopped the wizard would have done the exact same thing.

As soon as he pulled into the Swan's driveway he quickly got out and opened Harry's door before the other could, but he got no reaction out of his infatuation when he did that, but that wasn't overly shocking in view of the state the teen was in. He walked him to the door and watched as Harry went inside without even as much as a goodbye. That saddened him, but he supposed he would've gotten one if Harry had found his wand, so it was his fault entirely that all he received was silence. He turned to leave when his sensitive nose picked up a similar putrid odor to the one he had smelt before. Searching, he found the trashcans to his right this time and he scowled. Wasn't there some kind of garbage man in this town? It was small, yeah, but even they needed to acknowledge the need for sanitation.

Following that event was one that started as Edward entered his home to meet the three gazes of Alice, Rosalie, and Emmett in the living room. Rosalie quickly buried her head into Emmett's bare shoulder as Edward came closer, shrieking at him. "I can smell the alcohol on you love-sick pig!" Emmett growled into her ear as a silent reminder to calm herself. She growled back but otherwise kept quiet as Edward took a seat next to Alice and gazed up at the ceiling to decide which topic he should breach first. Perhaps he should save the wizard part for last considering Rosalie's hate for them and everything else not like them. The blonde always seemed to forget that she was normal once too.

"So I sat on the couch for three hours." Edward finally ended up saying with a pathetic nervous scratch at his neck. It felt like he was telling them some deep dark secret whenever he talked to them about Harry, which was odd considering nothing else in his life he had ever tried to hide from his family. Of course, he really didn't have a life before his dead heart started yearning for the British Boy Wonder as so many girls, Alice included, like to call the wizard. "And he has some creative ways to get rid of his drinks without drinking them." He had particularly liked when Harry had grabbed some drunken girl's empty can from her hand and replaced it with his full one without her so much as blinking in his direction. It had been incredibly fascinating to watch the teen sly around the room like a thief, wondering how and why Harry had learned to fine point such an assassin like quality. Hopefully not from actually being an assassin, but he had been wrong before. "Oh and when I tried to kiss him he head butted me."

His family burst into giggles and chuckles at that, Alice nudging him playfully. "You got yourself a feisty one!" She stated with a smirk from Rosalie telling him that she approved of the fire in his human. But then Alice silenced as she stared torpidly at the wall, her eyes glassing over. Edward leaned forward with the rest of his family to wait to hear what vision she was having. When she finally came back to them, she blinked at Edward in confusion. "Edward," She started as her eyebrows knitted together. "Why is Harry crying?"

And then just like that, Edward ran out the door and raced through the woods and down the road until he came to a stop a little while later at the Swans house. He slunk around back, not even caring that the reeking odor seemed to be even stronger now that the rain had lightened up slightly. Jumping to the tree he knew was directly in front of Harry's window since he had been there to watch Harry in morbid fascination Thursday night, he peeked into the dark room and saw Harry on his bed. He looked closer but from this angle a thin sheet covered Harry's face, but he caught a sniffle leave the boy moments later. Without thinking, he opened the window and stepped into Harry's blue and white room with the hissing of the snake growing louder and more panicked with each silent step he took towards the bed.

"Harry?"

He had never seen a human move so fast before. Harry was suddenly sitting up and holding his pillow like he could use it as some sort of weapon. For all he knew, the wizard could. Maybe turn it into a bomb or sword or… something. He didn't know what wizards could do and he really should considering he had run across a family of them up in Alaska that had a tendency to spy on their neighbors. The youngest of them, if he recalled correctly, had even snuck into his house once to take a picture of Jasper sleeping. The only problem was he doesn't sleep. Needless to say, the family moved two days later.

But back to the present. Edward watched as Harry watched him, probably scanning through his head how and why he got in there and then on what he was going to do about it. He himself was speculating on why he had because as he looked at Harry's almost flawless face he didn't see any tear tracks or redness that would alert him to a crying human. But he remembered that sniffle, so it wasn't like he didn't have a reason, it just didn't seem as reasonable as he would have liked.

"Edward," Harry said cautiously as he angled himself a bit differently so the pillow's aim was less likely to miss if Harry decided to throw it. Edward almost wanted him too just for the laugh he'd get over Harry's shock face when he'd sides sweep it, but Harry held still, waiting. It slightly unnerved him how mature and battle ready his human was. Normal teens, probably even normal wizards, did not know what stance in what situation would benefit them the most. Even if Harry had taken some sort of self-defense class he knew that that knowledge only came with experience. "Why are you here?"

What could Edward say to that question? Harry was obviously not crying, but Alice had said he was. No, she said she had a vision of an event that would likely happen but not when it would. It could be a month, a year, or even a decade away, he didn't know. What he did know though was he had been foolish just running off when Alice could have had more to say.

"I thought you were crying." Edward stated. Best to tell the truth he supposed.

Harry's eyes were intense as they stared at him. "Crying?" Edward nodded. "You mean you heard me sniffling?" Another nod. "I have a runny nose, probably from the rain. That's not a crime now is it because if it is you might as well arrest half the world. The common cold is after all, quite common."

"Oh." Was all Edward could say. Really, it all seemed too simple.

They starred at each other for a few moments before Harry moved his eyes to the window and then back at Edward. "Why were you out there then? Do you always watch me?" Yeah, Edward was busted. But truth be told this was only his second night of using the tree, and tonight was only because of Alice. Still, he had been planning on coming some nights the next week to watch Harry sleep because it amazed him. The boy looked so normal when he slept but when his eyes opened they turned guarded, like he knew first hand the turmoil of the world. Edward was really starting to wonder if this mystery was exactly what he was starting to think it was.

Still, he said nothing of that and turned to look at the window like Harry just had. He hoped that would be a sign that he wasn't going to attack Harry because he knew Harry knew that turning away from your supposed enemy meant that. That's why Harry had done it after all. "I have, once. Just to watch you sleep. It's… weird for me to see it." He turned back to Harry, baffled at why Harry's eyes were so wide with understanding. The boy grew tense, his knuckles white as he gripped onto the pillow. This was so strange Edward found himself unconsciously pushing into Harry's mind; pushing past the weak barriers he had been afraid to push past before in case the boy felt him inside his mind.

'Vampire!' Rang Harry's voice in his head, causing Edward's own eyes to enlarge. Did just saying he didn't sleep really narrow Harry's list down that far? Wasn't one of the other choices still probable? Last time he had heard Harry thinking there was something called a Hydro Sapien still on the list, did they sleep then? 'I should have known! I have to get Bella away from here just in case he starts going after her after I leave. It's not like I can stay with a bloodsucker stalking me! I should have listened to Hermione and owled the Headmistresses! She always knows best. I need to leave! I have to -' Edward pulled back from the thoughts and examined Harry's face as it change from shocked, to afraid, to sad, to challenging, to closed and as it was starting to open again Edward had enough. He strode forward and roughly grabbed Harry's collar before the boy could react and planted his lips against the other's almost violently just so he would stop thinking about leaving. Harry couldn't do that, not when the fun was just starting. Think of the challenge! Think of the danger!

At first Harry went limp from the abruptness of the kiss, then Edward grunted as Harry's open palm went into his stomach and pushed up painfully into his ribs, the human trying to back out of the kiss at the same time but Edward still held onto the back of his head forcefully. The pain was awakening his blood thirst but he controlled it. What he couldn't control was his physical lust for Harry, even with knowing that if he didn't the part of him that made him a damnation to the world would fully awaken and at the same time his hunger would be uncontainable. Though he couldn't break away from the kiss until Harry knew he couldn't leave, until he knew that there was still more mystery that needed to be solved. Because Edward only knew part of Harry and Harry only knew part of him. Because they still had untold pasts waiting to be shared and known, to be written on each other's hearts.

And because Edward knew there could be more between them. More then just friends and enemies. More then any title the English language put on his jumbled feelings, because they couldn't be simplified like that.

Harry finally stopped struggling and was now just still, so Edward pulled back from the plump lips and looked him in the eyes, tempted to read his thoughts again but decided some things were best left unknown. "Yes Harry, I'm a vampire." He might as well confirm that. "And I'm a vampire that wants you more than anything thing else but is holding himself back because he wants you to want him too. And," Leaning his forehead against Harry's, he looked deeper into those still wide, spring meadow eyes. "And he wants you to want him more than just physically, though is all for it if you decide to do something about that." He felt a smirk on his lips as Harry blushed, again trying to turn his head but Edward didn't let go of his hair to allow him. "There's still more you want to know about me, isn't there? If you leave now, you'll never be able to know. So," He angled his head to kiss Harry again. "Think about-"

Crash. Bang. Thump.

Edward didn't know what happened. One minute he was about to kiss Harry and the next he was on top of a broken desk from being thrown across the room. As he looked up he saw Harry still on the bed with his arms out in front of him as if he pushed Edward, but he knew magic was somehow involved because no human was that strong. Unless Harry himself wasn't human and the wand still in his pocket was actually a relic of his father's. He knew there were plenty of other creatures that had super strength, though that left the question of why his strength only now showed up. Maybe so Edward wouldn't think he was anything but human?

This was too confusing, but he loved it like that.

"Get out." Harry said a bit breathlessly, obviously trying to control his magic, or his own inner creature. He didn't know. Now more than any other time he wished Harry's mind wasn't so caged. "Now!" Edward nodded, deciding that at the moment it wasn't the best time to question Harry about the mysteries. He stood with grace and only took a second before he was at the window and jumping down to the ground to meet the malodorous stench yet again. There was such a difference between Harry's musty mixed with oranges aroma and this.

He paused to see Harry closing his window and shutting the blinds and was about to head back home when he noticed the most peculiar site. There, over to his left was there was something like a small, invisible barrier six feet off the ground where rain hit it and then slid off down the side, almost like an umbrella. No, almost like an invisible man holding an equally invisible umbrella. It didn't help that that smell seemed to be coming from that direction.

But as soon as Edward took one step forward a loud Pop rang out and Edward's instinct made him crouch down from thinking it was a gunshot. He rolled over on the grass and stood again; about to lunge at the invisible spot but when he looked there was nothing strange there anymore. Even the smell had disappeared. Definitely magic, Edward mused as he search the area with the utmost caution, but there was nothing but nature and the Swan's house. He figured the pop was probably caused by the thing, whatever it was, teleporting away.

As Edward turned to leave, he wondered just whom Harry Orion Evans was and why someone beside himself was stalking him.

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So about the wand 'snapping'… how much in shock were you at first? And how'd you like how Harry narrowed it down to Vampire? Not so usual huh?

Oh and how'd you like how I ended it in Edward's POV? I figured I do it that way since a lot of you wanted it like that and it made it a lot more interesting for the plot if Harry didn't know about his other... stalkers... right away. But don't take it as he's being stupid for not noticing! Because though the snake hisses at the window all the time, to Harry it seems like a normal thing the snake does since he just got it. Though you can tell he's getting suspicious.

Hope you like the length! Over 10,000 words! (Makes up for the wait I think so yay)

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