Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight; however I do own this little plot bunny here as well as Gabriel and any other OCs used
Warning: Slash! Mentions of previous MPreg, Ron, Herm, Gin and Weasley parents bashing but only in really small doses
Summary: After losing their last remaining family in the Final War the Potter-Malfoy twins leave the pain behind for a new life in Forks, Washington along with their two friends Gabriel and Lucas, not knowing what lay ahead for them in the quiet little town. Harry/Edward, Jasper/Draco/Alice, Gabriel/Lucas, Rosalie/Emmett, Carlisle/Esme, Bella/Jacob
Knives and Forks
Chapter 4: Rita Skeeter Twists The Knife
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Harry woke covered in sweat and more turned on than he'd ever been in his life, it seemed. He'd had that same dream, the one of him and Edward kissing, and he knew there was definitely no denying it. They were destined to be together, soulmates, whether they liked it or not- although Harry wasn't complaining so far.
However, despite the lust that clouded his brain, increasing the regular sleep-induced haze he usually found himself in of a morning- tenfold- there was also something else, something more foreboding lying just out of sight, lurking in the corners of his mind. It was a strange experience, or at least it would have been if he hadn't experienced similar feelings at different points since they'd taken the potion.
Gabriel had theorized once that it was similar to the gifts that many vampires have, like the Cullens they had come to realize. These gifts stem from prominent traits in a person from when they were a human and are what Gabriel called an intensified version of that same trait. For Harry it seemed the feeling he often had about things that just weren't quite right throughout his time before taking the potion, just a distant smidgen of what it was now, had carried over and been fine tuned by the potion.
Whatever the case may be regarding how it came to be, this thing, this gift- or whatever you want to call it- had manifested itself again this morning and Harry knew that, even though the feeling had been nowhere near as bad as it had been before- on those occasions when Harry had worried for his and his friends' lives- but today definitely wasn't going to be exactly run of the mill, he was certain.
Glancing across at the clock he was glad to see that his dream hadn't woken him at some ungodly hour as it had yesterday and that it was, in fact, time for him to get up and prepare for the day ahead anyway. With a small sigh at the injustice of having to go to school, he set about his morning routine.
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Harry slumped into the chair next to Draco at the breakfast table sighing happily as he inhaled the aroma of fresh coffee and toast. This is one of the things he absolutely adored now, such a small, and for many, insignificant, unimportant thing that so many took for granted. The opportunity to just sit and have breakfast with your family, with people you love. Until recently this was something he'd never experienced and now he relished every morning he spent with his little family.
Harry smiled up at Lucas as a steaming mug of coffee and a plate of toast with strawberry jam was placed in front of him and he happily began to munch away. The peace of the moment, however, was ruined when an owl soared in through the -just opened by Gabriel- window and landed with an almighty crash in the middle of the table, his leg stuck out as he waited impatiently for his delivery to be removed.
For a moment Harry had thought the owl was Errol, the Weasley's older and very clumsy pet, but soon shook the thought from his head, instead turning his attention to the Daily Prophet that now lay spread open on the table in front of Gabriel.
On the front page was, as he had grown accustom, a picture of him, this one taken just a few days before they'd left the wizarding world for good. The caption underneath read, 'Boy-who-lived Missing', of course, it was by Rita Skeeter so it was bound to be some half-concocted ideas that were really a load of drivel, but Harry couldn't help but to read just what had been written about him this time.
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Harry Potter, who only recently finally rid this world of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in a devastating battle on the grounds of our beloved Hogwarts, has since vanished, it would seem, without a trace. The circumstances surrounding the disappearance are undoubtedly suspicious, however, this reporter has found.
Several ideas have been circulating since the announcement of his disappearance by friend Ron Weasley just a few hours ago; suspected kidnap by those few Death Eaters who managed to escape the final battle, or indeed by Potter's so-called friend, vampire Gabriel Williams, believed by some to be himself a Death Eater. Perhaps more probable, however, are those rumours, supported by the Weasleys and others of Potter's previous acquaintances, that Potter himself has gone dark and is merely in hiding, waiting for the opportune moment to strike out at our vulnerable community as we mourn and heal.
The possibility that Potter is indeed a dark wizard has been evident ever since his very public denouncement of Albus Dumbledore, beloved Headmaster of Hogwarts and protector of our community for as long as many of us can remember. It is also true that not long after this rumours circulated that Potter was indeed a Malfoy as well, something which was later confirmed by the actions of both Potter and Draco Malfoy in those final months and the grief that this reporter herself witnessed at the funeral of Lord Lucius Malfoy only a week ago, a funeral that had been demanded by Potter himself.
True too are the rumours of Potter's friendship with a Vampire, no less, by the name of Gabriel Williams, a dark and dangerous creature that could in no way have had a positive influence on the boy-who-lived.
Of course, it is true that, until Mr. Potter returns to the wizarding world- if he is still alive of course- we will have no real idea as to what exactly has happened to our saviour, but one thing is for sure; this reporter wont sleep easy until he is found again, and if necessary removed once and for all.
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"What a load of shit," Draco stated with a sneer as he cast an incendio on the newspaper.
"You got that right," Harry replied with a snort, "I really don't know how she comes up with this drivel, although she did get some of it right."
"Yes, well, all I can say is that I'm glad we no longer have anything to do with that world," Lucas added, "Anyway, you two had better be heading off or you'll be late for school."
Harry sighed as he- overdramatically- heaved himself out of his seat, grabbed his school bag and followed Draco out to the car, mentally preparing himself for what he knew was going to be an interesting, but most probably disastrous day.
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Harry had been correct of course, to realise that today was not going to go swimmingly and the daily prophet had only been the beginning of his problems. When he and Draco arrived at school that morning Harry was cornered by a very irate, and downright rude, Rosalie.
"What the hell did you do to Edward?" she asked, a dangerous tone to her voice, perhaps made even worse by the fact that she had spoken so quietly that even he almost had to strain in order to hear, despite the effects of the potion.
"Sorry, what are you going on about? Where is Edward anyway?" I asked as I looked from one Cullen to the next, my attention finally returning to the blonde psycho-vamp as she took another step towards me.
"Alaska...because of you. What the hell did you do to upset him so much while you were hunting?" She replied, and in a moment of clarity- and with a shared look with Alice- I realised what was going on and why, although it seemed Rosalie hadn't got the memo on that one yet. Well, if Edward had left out those particular details then I certainly wasn't going to tell her...it wasn't my place to, after all.
"I'm sorry, but if Edward wanted you to know he would have told you. I know exactly why he left so suddenly and yes it is to do with me, but I certainly didn't do anything to upset him, although it's clear that the situation is upsetting him and I certainly didn't do anything to warrant this unprovoked attack from you."
Harry span on his heel, just as the bell rang, and marched to his first class of the day, Alice calling for him to slow down as she followed at a regular pace because of the normal humans that surrounded them.
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The two of them sat in silence for a good part of the lesson before Alice was brave enough to breach the one topic that Harry was hoping, foolishly he knew, that she would leave alone.
"You shouldn't listen to Rosalie, she's just being over-protective. We're all guilty of it of course, but Rosalie is the only one who gets so blinded by her mothering instincts that she can't see what's right in front of her. You know what I'm talking about, of course, I mean once you've felt it there's no ignoring it and I guess that's what hit Edward yesterday, you too of course but I think perhaps it's more difficult for him to deal with. Don't worry though, Harry, he'll come around soon. He's just confused and a little overwhelmed, I mean he's over 100 years old, after all, a relationship with another man...well I don't think it's ever crossed his mind before." Alice whispered soothingly and I felt my shoulders sag slightly as some of the tension left my body.
I'd known that it would be difficult for us, of course- I'm not that naive, but I guess I hadn't really considered the full extent of the number it would do on Edward, of course I hadn't exactly had much chance to think about it either...it had only been a few days since we met, after all, but after talking to Alice a little I felt much better...the worry that had begun to take over when I first realised that Edward had left and what Rosalie had said starting to ebb away as I turned my concentration back to what the teacher was saying.
So...yea, not so sure about this chapter, but ah wells. I hope you enjoyed it even just a little and as always your comments and constructive criticisms are greatly appreciated.
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