Mike drove Harry to the Quileute Reservation and arrived at the BLACK & CLEARWATER DEALERSHIP. Harry had on a long blue sweater, dark jeans and sneakers. The place was small but had some impressive cars. Walking in, several well built young men looked at them oddly. Not many white people came all the way down there to buy a care. Also two or three of them looked at Harry with odd eyes, they sensed something about him, something powerful though they sense it's nonthreatening it still sparked questions and tension.

The receptionist greeted them. "Hi welcome to the Black Clearwater Dealership, how can we help you today."

Leah sniffed and again, Harry knew it had to be him they were smelling, he wondered why. "Um. Hi, I'm here to buy a car."

"Great!" said Leah. "Please take a seat and someone will be here in a moment to take you around.

"Thanks." said Harry. He took a seat next to Mike in the reception area. "So Mike, do you visit the reservation often?"

"No." said Mike. "But the gang usually goes up to the La Push beach to surf and swim."

"Good morning." said a voice. Harry looked up and gasped. The young man in front of him was gorgeous. He was tall, with gold tan skin, dark chocolate eyes, elegant eyebrows, long black hair and a beautifully muscled body like a god. He had on a green sweater and worn blue yeans with sneakers.

'He's so cute.' Thought Harry. "Hi…" said Harry. "I'm Harry Potter. I'm here to buy a car."

The young man smiled. His smile made Harry weak at the knees. "Great! I'm Jacob. Let me show you around."

A few hours later Harry had seen two Toyotas, three Kias, five Hondas and four Volkswagens that he liked. They were all well painted, polished. "All of these cars are two to three years old, the oldest is five." said Jacob. "I personally supervised the updated the engines of each one."

"Really?" asked Harry. "Alone?"

Jacob laughed. "It's an obsessive hobby really."

"Impressive." said Harry. 'Jacob is certainly impressive.' he thought. 'Come on Harry, you're not ready for a new relationship...Are you?… Well, maybe a new crush.' Little did he know Jacob was having the same internal dialogue about him as well.

By this time Mike was beginning to feel like the pathetic third wheel, since neither of them remembered his presence. Mike looked at his watch. "Harry, I have to go. Did you pick the car you want to buy?"

"Hmm… Maybe. But I'd like to keep looking around for a while before I decide." said Harry. "Why?"

"It's just that I have to be heading back to Forks and I was thinking of grabbing a bite to eat." said Mike, hoping Harry would see it as an invitation for dinner.

"If it's alright with you…" said Jacob. "My shift in nearly done, Harry you're my last customer. How about I drive you home when we're done?"

"That sounds fair." said Harry. Jacob smiled, he loved Harry's british accent, it was so refined, sophisticated and sexy. "Thank you…I guess that's settled." He turned to Mike. "Mike, I'll be fine and take finish the car thing myself. " Mike nodded. "Thanks for the lift."

"Sure Harry." said Mike. "Anytime. I'll see you back at school on Monday." He turned and left.

Now alone, it did become more tense, though neither Jacob or Harry showed it much. "So you're from England."

"Yes." said Harry. "I moved here about six or seven months ago."

"Why pick Forks of all places?" asked Jacob.

"I needed someplace quiet to relax and get away from everything back home." said Harry. "The weather is similar and sometimes I do get homesick."

"Don't you have friends here?" asked Jacob.

"I do, not many though." said Harry. "Though they're nothing like my friends back home." Jacob looked at him. "I don't mean it in a bad way, I just meant my friends back home are…unique…and eccentric. The friends I have here are just…normal."

He looked at a nice red Volkswagen convertible beetle. "What year is this?"

"That is from 2010." said Jacob.

"Four years old…" said Harry.

"You like it?" asked Jacob.

"Yes I do." said Harry. "Can we take it for a test drive?"

Jacob smiled. "Hop in."

Harry found the keys in next to the ignition. Turning on the car, it sounded brand new. "Nice job."

"Thanks." giggled Jacob. 'Why is this guy so cute?' he thought as Harry drove the car out into the reservation road.

Twenty minutes later they were back. Harry had already made up his mind. "I'll take it."

"Really?" said Jacob. "Are you sure?"

"Definitely." said Harry. "How much is it?"

"Well, if you were to buy this new it would cost you 25,000 dollars. But since it's a four year old and trade in it's now 15,000."

"Hmmm…" said Harry. He was thinking if he was willing to spend 15,000 dollars on a car he'd probably use for maybe a year or two.

Jacob sensed his hesitation. "We can work out a price?" He really wanted to make this sale.

"Can you settle for 13,000?" asked Harry.

"Let me consult." said Jacob. He rushed off to the offices in the back of the store. Fifteen minutes later he came back. "13,000 it is." He handed Harry the papers for him to sign.

"Thanks." said Harry .

"Thank you." said Jacob. "You saved my life."

"Oh?" asked Harry. "Why?"

"Well, it's just we haven't had much sales in the past two weeks, one or two cutomers and it's means a lot that I got to sell a car during my shift."

Harry laughed. "I can understand that." Harry took out his wallet, he took a tarot card he got at Gringotts, when he touched it, it transfigured it into a credit card. "Here." said Harry.

After five to ten minutes of paper signing it was all set. "Alright." said Jacob. "I think the car will be ready by tomorrow. I'll deliver it to your house."

"Good then I can drive you back home." said Harry. Jacob looked at him. "It's the least I can do for your troubles."

"Alright." smiled Jacob.

They looked outside, it was already night. Jacob locked up and escorted Harry to his motorbike. Harry hopped on, put on his helmet and wrapped his arms around Jacob. Jacob grinned inside his helmet. Driving into Forks Jacob asked. "Where do you live?"

"I'm staying in the FORKSTREE INN." said Harry.

Jacob parked outside the hotel. Harry got off the bike, Jacob walked him into the lobby. "Thanks for the ride Jacob." he smiled. "It's been fun."

Jacob smiled. "Yeah. It has." He looked around, the Inn looked quite expensive.

"Are you hungry? There's a small Italian restaurant here in the hotel. If your interested…" said Harry.

"Sure." said Jacob.

Harry led the way to the dining room. The waiter came by they ordered two cokes. "So Jake tell me about yourself."

Jacob smiled. "What would you like to know?"

"Anything." blurted Harry. He blushed which Jacob found cute. "I mean...Anything you're comfortable talking about."

"Well, I live with my dad in the reservation. As you know I work at the BLACK & CLEARWATER DEALERSHIP, my dad is co owner but he barely goes since he's in a wheelchair." said Jacob

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear it." said Harry.

"It's ok. Anyways, I go to school in the reservation and then I work all afternoon at the dealership. On weekends I fix bikes and cars for my friends."

Harry smiled. "You must have magic hands."

Jacob blushed. "I haven't had any complaints yet."

Harry laughed. "Well I'll make sure to bring my car over for monthly inspections then."

"Make sure you do." said Jacob.

"So do they have any interesting stories in your reservation?" asked Harry. "I could use a good story, the Cullens had good stories, I'm sure yours are better."

"You know the Cullens?" asked Jacob.

Harry nodded. "Yes…" he looked down. "I…I used to…I used to date Edward Cullen."

Jacobs eyes widened. "We were dating for seven months, up until a few weeks ago that…he broke up with me for Isabella Sawn. They'd been seeing each other for the past couple of months…He…" he sighed.

Jacob took Harrys hand. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"I do." said Harry. He sighed. "He broke up with me the night of our seventh month anniversary."

"What?" asked Jacob.

The waiter came back with their cokes. "Thank you." said Harry. He turned back to Jacob. "An anniversary he…he clearly didn't ever remember. I mean the whole thing was horrible. I barely sleep I have nightmares, I wake up screaming and drenched in sweat in the middle of the night or in the wee hours of morning almost every night." said Harry. "I'm sorry, I know Bella and you were…"

"Yeah. We were dating and…she left me for Edward. I have nightmares too." said Jacob.

"Really?" asked Harry.

"Ironic isn't it?" asked Jacob.

"Yeah." sighed Harry. "We both suffer from nocturnal nightmares and both our ex's left us for each other…"

"But it brought us together…" said Jacob. He caressed Harrys hand. "Plus they were kind of odd. I mean they only made themselves known when the days were cloudy or rainy, they never went out to the beach or anything."

"The Cullens don't go to the La Push beach? I thought everyone in town did." said Harry.

"Nope." said Jacob.

"I used to think they were vampires." Harry joked. Jacob eyes widened, 'how could he be so close to the truth?' he thought. "Oh come on Jacob, it was a joke. But you gotta admit, the not showing up in sunny days, the dead white skin…who wouldn't think that?" he laughed.

Jacob giggled. "Yeah.

"So tell me." said Harry. He breathed in deeply. "Do you have any interesting stories?"

"Stories?" asked Jacob.

"Yeah." said Harry. "You live in a Native American reservation, they always stories, legends…I'm quite fascinated by world folklore, legends and mythology."

"Really?" asked Jacob. 'This could be my chance to tell him with out actually telling him.' They ordered dinner, both ordered pizza, and Jacob returned to the topic.

"Yeah. Everything supernatural related." said Harry.

"I'm not really supposed to say anything about it." said Jacob. He was pleased and relieved Harry was so open to the material. Bella didn't have much respect for his stories, she just discarded them saying they were stupid tribal legends.

"I'm as silent as the grave." said Harry. "But I don't want you to tell me if you don't feel comfortable. Jacob, if you think you could get in trouble don't."

"It's really just an old scary story." said Jacob. He looked at Harry and saw total honesty in his eyes, the eyes of someone who wouldn't betray him. "Ok…Did you know that Quileutes are supposedly descended from wolves?"

"No." said Harry. "Like wolves? Real wolves?"

"Yes. That's the legend of our tribe." said Jacob.

"So why did you say "The Cullens don't go to La Push"?" asked Harry.

"Well, they're supposedly descended from this, like, "enemy clan"." said Jacob. "My great grandfather, the chief, found them hunting on our land. But they claimed to be something different, so we made a treaty with them…If they promised to stay off Quileute lands, then we wouldn't expose what they really were to the palefaces."

"I thought they moved here this year?" asked Harry.

"Or they moved back…" said Jacob.

"So…What do you think they are really?" asked Harry. He asked though he knew the answer, but he wanted to know how deep and how close the legends were to the truth and if Jacob agreed with it.

"It's just a story Harry." said Jacob.

"It's a fascinating story." said Harry. "Thank you."

A while later after they shared a large ice cream sunday they paid the bill they walked back into the lobby. "Man I'm stuffed." said Jacob.

"I'll walk you out." said Harry.

Jacob loved Harrys good manners, it was so rare in Forks. "Thanks."

Finally reaching the motorbike, Harry decided to say some parting words. "I had a great time Jacob." Said Harry. "Thank you. It mean a lot to me. Maybe we can do this again some time. It's nice to have a new friend right now."

"Me too." said Jacob.

"Good night Jacob." said Harry.

Jacob smiled. "Good night Harry." Harry shook his hand and walked back towards the hotel doors. "Oh and Harry…" Harry turned around. "Call me Jake." he said cocking a smile before slipping on his helmet and driving off. Harry smiled to himself, he'd made a new friend and secretly in his heart he hoped one day they could be more.

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