Sunrise, Wake Up, New Life
Summary: Twilight/ Harry Potter crossover. Salazar Slytherin's first born son, Siesa, was turned at the age of 18. A thousand years later he comes across 3year old Harry Potter abandoned in the woods. He adopts him and raises him with his old friend Carlisle Cullen and his family. Mentions of abuse.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight. I make nothing out of fan fiction.
A/N: sorry in the last chapter Emmett is still there, I just forgot to write him in.
August, 1983
Siesa walked through the woods in the middle of the night, he was hunting. To humans it would be too dark to see, for Siesa it was as though there was a blue film over everything he saw. He stopped and listened, about 2 miles north there was a herd of deer. He took off at a run, he was thirsty, and he hadn't drunk in a while. He reached the herd moments later and lunged at his prey.
After he had had his fill, Siesa turned around and headed back towards the town nearby, Surrey. He was currently staying in a motel room in little whinging. He planned on applying for a job in an auto repairs shop. Cars had always fascinated him. He was also looking for a house to stay in also.
As he was walking back, (he liked to walk, it always relaxed him) he caught the scent of human blood. There were two scents, one of them smelt as though the human was bleeding freely. Siesa decided to head towards the humans for a sticky-beak. (For those who don't know what that means, it means sort of to watch something out of curiosity or be nosey) What he saw made his stomach curl. A heavily obese man with blonde hair was carrying a barely conscious bleeding child by his foot, the child hanging upside down. The fat man then dropped the child on the ground and left, muttering 'freak'.
Once the human was gone, Siesa approached the babe, who could not be more than three years of age. The child moaned, his black hair was caked in blood, both his arms and legs were at odd angles, and his heart beat was weakening. Siesa felt a surge of anger towards the human, how dare he treat a precious child like this? The little boy was obviously in a lot of pain. He doubted the child would last the night, even if he gave him to a hospital. Perhaps he should just put the boy out of his misery? Yes, that would be the best thing to do.
He reached his hands forward, intending to snap the child's neck, killing him instantly, when the boy opened his eyes. Siesa froze on the spot. Looking up at him were the most beautiful emerald green orbs he had ever seen. Siesa could have sworn that his heart beat once. Something told him that he had to save this child.
Gently he took off his shirt and wrapped it around the child. He then held him in his arms and ran at full speed back towards his motel room. All of his belongings were there. Once he arrived he arrived, he laid the boy on his bed and started healing. First he stripped the boy of his clothes and cast cleaning charms upon him. He then proceeded to heal the broken bones. He opened his trunk and pulled out his potions kit. Inside was a few vials of blood replenishing potion, Siesa kept this for emergencies, sometimes he missed the opportunity to hunt and therefore he drank this. Taking a vial of the potion, he poured it down the boy's throat, massaging it to help him swallow. A pink tinge appeared on the boy's previously pale cheeks as his blood was replenished. Siesa quickly whipped up some healing slave and rubbed it all over the 3year olds body, muttering incantations to help the healing process.
Morning came, and Siesa was sitting on a chair next to the bed, trying to calm his conflicted thoughts. What was he to do now? Should he drop the boy off at an orphanage, or keep him? Part of him wanted to give the child up, but the other half desperately wanted to keep the child, and raise him. This was what confused Siesa the most, he preferred his own company, he didn't like companions, but something about the child was calling him. The image of those eyes was burned into his mind.
Siesa looked down at the fragile child in the bed, an overwhelming surge of protectiveness flooded him. To raise a human child would be going against the Volturi, not like he cared what they thought, they were scared of him anyways.
Looking at the child's features, he could easily pass as Siesa's little brother or even son, with the dark hair and green eyes, even though they were different shades. The child had a curious shaped scar on his forehead, like a lightning bolt. Siesa had tried last night to lessen the appearance of the scar but found he could not. He had passed it off as not important.
Curious now, he studied it closer and found it to be the result of dark magic. He then noticed that the child had a magical core. He was a wizard, probably muggle-born. That explained the human calling him a freak. Speaking of that filthy tub of butter, Siesa desperately wanted to pay him a visit, and teach him a lesson, but that would mean having to leave his son on his own.
Wait, his son???
Just as he thought that, the child stirred. He moaned and opened his eyes. Emerald orbs looked at him curiously, and with a bit of fear.
"Hello young one, my name is Siesa. Can you tell me your name?"
No answer.
"I promise I will not hurt you"
The child hesitated, then whispered, "Freak"
Please don't tell me the child thinks his name is freak. Siesa thought. This is not good.
"Would you like to come live with me?"
The three year old hesitated again, what if he hurts me like uncle? But he has been really nice, and all my sores are gone, anywhere is better than with uncle. Smiling slightly, the little boy nodded.
A huge thrill went through Siesa as he saw this, smiling gently he held his arms out to the boy, careful to place heating charms on his person. "Can I have a hug?"
The boy practically threw himself into Siesa's arms, crying. He'd never been hugged before. Siesa wrapped his arms around the boy, his hands massaging his back and crooning softly.
If anyone had asked Siesa before if he would adopt a child, he would have laughed at them, then punished them for daring to butt in on his private life.