I forgot to put a disclaimer in the first chapter...oops.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series or the Twilight series and certainly none of the characters.

Chapter 4:

(4/11)

Harry tracked down Severus and introduced him to Carlisle.

Severus, predictably, had sneered and sent cutting remarks their way.

He seemed happy though, in his solitude (he appeared pleased by their visit however) inventing and perfecting potions to his heart's content and studying magic. Severus, like Harry, still retained the ability to harness some magic and Severus explored this with undying curiosity.

Just before they left, after a month's visit, Severus had pulled Harry close and spoken to him quietly, he had no doubt Carlisle could hear him speak too.

"He is far better for you than that scum Theodore. You chose well this time."

Carlisle had been surprised by this approval from a man who had done nothing but sneered at him and sent insults his way.

He had been shocked when Harry explained that that was mild for Severus.

Carlisle and Ron and Hermione seemed to get on well as well, both Ron and Hermione appreciated the visit. They didn't see each other as often as they would like; because they didn't age and had eternity stretching on before them time drifted in a different way than it had when they were human.

Harry rather suspected that it would be him having to track down Severus, Ron and Hermione if he wanted to visit than the other way around. He didn't mind.

Luna was different, like always. She suddenly popped up one day entering their house like she lived there and chatted to Harry as though they hadn't seen each other for an hour or two not nearly twenty years. She looked Carlisle up and down then leered at Harry winking in amusement. She was her own person and utterly unapologetic for it. Harry found it refreshing even though he found some of Luna's comments occasionally painfully blunt.

Carlisle liked Luna, although a bit odd and more mythical than any vampire Carlisle had met before, she was nice.

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Harry and Carlisle travelled around eventually ending up in America. They pretended to be cousins or brothers wherever they went. People generally fell for it because although Harry and Carlisle looked nothing alike, completely different bone structure, facial features etc, they both were extraordinarily pale, both moved with an inhuman grace, both had slight British accents and both were impossibly beautiful.

They settled in Chicago for a while, Harry didn't like the city so much but it would only be for a few years at most and Carlisle found work he preferred in the city. Carlisle worked nightshifts while Harry taught night classes; they stayed inside their house during the day to avoid sunlight. They didn't mind hiding in daylight anymore now they could spend it together if they wished, it was far less lonely with a companion even if they were doing their own things.

Just the thought that they had someone there, who if they wanted would just be there and do nothing with them, just idle by the fire if they so wished was a warming thought.

It was September of 1918, when the Spanish Influenza hit the city. It was also when Carlisle came home early one morning with the dying body of a seventeen year old young man, named Edward Masen.

Harry had been surprised by Carlisle, he hadn't imagined Carlisle would want to turn another person, but Harry didn't protest, he didn't even want to protest when he pictured all the possibilities Edward would now have before him. Carlisle bit Edward (they had learnt all it took to turn someone was a single bite, the Volturi and their own experiences had told them this was enough venom) telling Harry how Edward's mother had pleaded with him to save her sons life.

Carlisle and Harry stayed by Edward's side during the turning. Carlisle winced every time Edward let out a scream and Harry's grip on Carlisle's other hand tightened each time.

They left Chicago after that, it was not a good idea to have a newborn vampire in a well populated area.

Harry adored Edward, Edward appeared to return the feeling both for him and Carlisle (Carlisle of course treated Edward like he was his own flesh and blood son).

They soon learnt about Edward's gift when Edward answered questions Carlisle and Harry hadn't spoken aloud. Edward could hear thoughts, he could focus on individuals but most of the time it was a background buzz from everyone around. Surprisingly Harry's mind was a little harder to hear than most; Edward had to really concentrate to hear his thoughts. And sometimes for no explicable reason Edward couldn't hear any thoughts from Harry.

It was barely ten years later that Harry realised Edward was feeling slightly resentful for their 'vegetarian' lifestyle. It didn't help that Carlisle was so understanding whenever Edward slipped up (rare and only in the first three years). Harry thought it was best Carlisle was so understanding but he could see why that might infuriate and shame Edward at the same time.

Harry also thought his own conclusions didn't help much, and he was sure Edward had heard them from the pinched look to Edward's mouth.

It didn't surprise either Carlisle or Harry when Edward decided to leave for a while and try living off of human blood.

It didn't stop it from hurting. Harry was subdued for a few weeks/months, remembering his godson's untimely death and missing Edward. Carlisle tried to cheer him up, saying that Edward would return but he too missed his adopted son. They had worked as a group of three, and their personalities didn't clash so it was pleasant to talk to someone else. Even Carlisle and Harry occasionally got a bit antsy with only each other to talk to (properly talk, like you do with close friends and family) for long periods of time.

Edward went vigilante, only drinking from rapists, murderers. He hunted down the rapists especially, he hated that one of his adopted father's, Harry, had suffered from one such monster.

Edward returned in 1931, a mere four years after he had left, slightly repentant and feeling guilty for the deaths he had caused even if he only targeted the lowest of the low.

Edward looked even guiltier when Harry ran to him with a wordless cry holding him tight and not letting go. Carlisle wrapped his arms around them both revelling in the feel of holding his family, whole once more.

It was almost painful the fact he was accepted back instantaneously and without reprimand.

Neither Harry nor Carlisle held it against Edward but Edward winced every time memories of the four years without him surfaced. Carlisle had seemed tired in them and Harry looked ever so slightly defeated, grief clouding his eyes.

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Like with Edward, Carlisle returned home one day in 1933 in New York clutching the barely alive form of Rosalie Hale, a young woman known for her beauty and engaged to Royce King.

Harry didn't object to Carlisle turning her (that was Edward) but he did rebuke Carlisle for matchmaking.

Carlisle soon learnt that Edward and Rosalie would fall in love after hell had frozen over and pigs went flying. (Not even then.)

Rosalie was resentful of her new life; she had wanted to die as she lay there on the streets assaulted by her fiancé and his friends.

It also seemed Edward and Rosalie would/could not get on and Rosalie harboured slight resentment towards Carlisle for turning her.

Rosalie was closest to Harry, she told him of her acute desire for a family, something she couldn't have now, while Harry told her of his godson.

Edward avoided them for their melancholy thoughts when they talked but both Rosalie and Harry found some solace in talking to each other.

It was when Emmett was turned that Rosalie finally seemed to get better. She was never quite as happy as she had been while human though.

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Rosalie found Emmett two years after her turning. He was dying from being mauled by a bear. Rosalie picked him up and ran with him, over 100 miles, back to the house they were staying in. It took phenomenal control for Rosalie to not drink the blood freely spilling from the man in her arms but she did it.

She saw the man's dimples and dark curly hair, so like the child she had adored when human, so like her friend's son. Of course he wasn't her friend's son but it gave Rosalie the strength to continue.

Unfortunately when she got to the house Carlisle wasn't there, he had been called out on an emergency and it would take too long to retrieve him or wait.

Rosalie looked so desperate, so pleading and earnest, the most life she had shown since becoming a vampire that Harry couldn't say no to her request.

Rosalie didn't have the control yet to be able to resist human blood if she tasted it (she had never drunk human blood). So Harry offered to try and save the 20 year old man bleeding out and so close to death on the pristine carpet of their front room.

So Harry bit Emmett, keeping his mind fixed on his godson even as he kept his eyes on Rosalie's desperate face.

He managed it, just barely, but he managed to tear himself away so he wouldn't drink more than a mouthful of Emmett's blood, he hadn't even meant to drink that much.

Carlisle returned home that day to find Harry with blood red eyes and Emmett screaming in their basement Rosalie holding his hand.

Harry didn't leave the basement after Carlisle had returned.

Harry's eyes took a while but soon returned to their stunning green. Harry found abstaining from human blood both easier and harder after tasting Emmett's blood. It was a confusing conundrum but Harry rather thought that he was more controlled when blood was spilt in front of him now. He had had an additional hundred years to perfect his control since Aro had tested him and Carlisle in the library after all.

His control was only bested by Carlisle, even Severus wasn't nearly as controlled in front of freshly spilt human blood (and yes Severus had conducted tests, using donated/brought blood).

Emmett was a fun loving vampire with impressive strength (even for a newborn) and it wasn't long before Rosalie and he were married.

Harry smiled to see Rosalie slightly happier, it even seemed like Rosalie and Edward could get along. A muffled argument sounded and Harry sighed. Edward and Rosalie could get along...sort of.

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It was 1936 when Carlisle, Harry, Edward, Rosalie and Emmett moved to Forks.

There they met the shape-shifters; Harry wondered if Ephraim Black was in anyway related to the Black family in the wizarding world. He knew it was a stretch and that there were many families with the surname Black but...

There was something familiar about Ephraim's dark eyes...

Squibs had always been disposed of quietly in the Black family so...

Harry shook away his thoughts; it meant nothing even if his wild speculations were correct.

They signed a treaty with Ephraim, the Cullens promised not to bite another person and to stay off the shape-shifters land.

Harry liked Forks, it was in the countryside (something he adored) had a city fairly close by if Rosalie wanted to shop and they could go outside in the day time due to the near constant rain.

The others seemed to like it as well.

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They had moved three times since Forks and were situated fairly happily in 1950 when a surprise literally landed on their doorstep.

Edward and Emmett had disappeared for a hunt when suddenly two vampires, a tall man with a military bearing and a short pixie like woman, had approached the house.

Carlisle had been doing his rounds as a doctor so it was only Rosalie and Harry at home to greet the new arrivals.

Harry had been shocked to say the least.

The female vampire, Alice, had claimed she could see the future and the male vampire, Jasper, looked like he had lived through more than a few wars, he was covered in scars that looked like bite marks, Harry felt a twitch and remembered burn of his own bite mark filled torso in sympathy.

By the time Carlisle had returned home Harry had invited the two into the family on the condition that they try to keep to the 'vegetarian' diet. Carlisle had been surprised but he didn't deny his mate, he could never deny Harry something he truly wanted.

It also seemed that despite her initial suspicions Rosalie was looking forward to shopping with Alice and having another woman in the house. She was even more thrilled when it turned out Alice was just as interested (if not more so) in fashion and shopping as herself.

When Edward and Emmett returned it was to find Alice and Jasper had taken over Edward's bedroom and put his stuff in the garage. Harry had been laughing in the corner so Edward had no doubt who had suggested they move to his room.

It was a little awkward at first, Jasper's thoughts were bloody in nature from his rather colourful past and this made Edward wary of the potential threat to his family. Jasper being empathic felt this and so was even more uneasy than the new diet caused.

It took a while but Rosalie's immediate acceptance of Alice and Harry's complete acceptance of the new couple smoothed the way considerably. Emmett liked having more people around; Carlisle loved his family, new and old, with boundless limits and so soon Edward and Jasper got along.

Jasper in turn had accepted them as family too after an incident... He had accidently lost control and drained someone so the Cullen's had to leave. Much to Jasper's surprise he wasn't treated with scorn, jabs at being 'weak' or kicked out for slipping up on the diet.

Harry had visited him that night and Jasper had braced himself for the inevitable telling off. It hadn't come. Harry and Jasper had spoken well into the night given very real privacy by dint of Harry having shoved everyone out of the house and telling them to go hunt (animals).

Acceptance went two ways after all, Jasper needed to accept the family to be accepted and vice versa.

Jasper stood at parade rest in his room avoiding Harry's gaze. Harry smiled at Jasper warmly, showing none of the hostile motions Jasper expected and Harry's emotions (more indistinct than most people's for some reason) were soothing in their warmth.

It was the first time since Alice and Jasper had arrived that someone just sat down and talked with Jasper, properly.

Admittedly they had only been there a month but still.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Harry asked. Jasper stared at Harry, feeling no artifice in Harry and only genuine concern radiating.

Jasper would have shrugged but he was brought up better than that and when uncomfortable fell back on old habits, like manners.

"Fine." Jasper responded a tiny bit shortly. Harry smiled as though he had expected that answer.

"You know, that is exactly the same answer I gave when one of my professors tried to murder me when I was eleven." Harry mused.

"I'm pretty sure that's against the law, were they arrested?" Jasper asked curiously, he knew next to nothing about any of the Cullen's pasts or even them themselves. Heck, he barely knew Alice!

Harry smiled, it wasn't a nice warm smile like normal, it was a slightly bitter tired smile.

"No. I killed him." Harry said absently mind miles away. Jasper stared at Harry once more in surprise. Harry, out of them all (even Carlisle) seemed so pure, so wholesome; Jasper couldn't imagine Harry killing anyone even as a vampire.

"He was very close to killing me and because of my mother's sacrifice my touch literally burned the teacher to dust. I grabbed into his face and let the touch do its job." Harry chuckled slightly at Jasper's incredulous look.

"Oh, I forgot...Have you ever heard of the magical world? Witches and Wizards?" Harry asked. He explained at Jasper's negative shake of his head.

Jasper doubted he would have believed Harry had he not been able to tell from Harry's emotions that he wasn't lying.

"Anyway, would you blame me for killing my teacher?" Harry asked without inflection, he wasn't trying to get Jasper to blame him or not he was making a point.

"The man was an adult and trying to murder you, he had your parent's murderer in the back of his head. I'm pretty sure no one would blame you. But it's different; you didn't kill in cold blood because you'd been ordered too." Jasper said adamantly.

Harry smiled once more, he nearly never could be found without a smile.

"It is different yes, but not as much as you think. Jasper, you have never killed apart from when you were ordered or when drinking for your survival. You saved a great number of humans by being in main command of the newborns, you helped them work together so while more vampires- vampires that were either seeking revenge or to have bigger territories were killed- fewer humans were slaughtered.

When you think about all the lives you took remember all the lives you saved." Harry urged.

"And you chose to turn your back on that lifestyle to try to not take another life." Harry added.

Jasper told Harry some of his exploits under Maria's rule and he was...soothed by the fact Harry didn't look at him with disgust or pity, there were odd pangs of sympathy Harry felt for the victims (and Jasper), but Harry didn't treat Jasper any different than he had before and that (strangely) seemed to help.

"You know, I nearly did kill in cold blood." Harry said absently a few hours later, remembering the one time he had nearly murdered people for his own satisfaction.

Jasper shot Harry another startled disbelieving look. Harry fought a grin.

"Before I was turned I had a godson, well son, I as good as adopted him. He was a delight, so young and innocent and so cheeky! I was turned before he reached his fifth birthday.

So I left. I couldn't put Teddy in danger until I was sure I would be able to dash away if Teddy so much as skinned a knee without draining him of blood. I returned fairly confident years later, Teddy should have been twenty, only to find he had passed away of sickness a mere two months before I returned. Two months!

I examined the household and found a maid who had snuck into a diseased area and back so she could feed her family who were sick.

I was furious, I believed that because of this woman seeing to her own sick family that she had brought the sickness back with her and cursed my godson, my son with death." Harry took in a deep shuddering unnecessary breath and calmed himself with an apologetic look towards Jasper; he didn't want the empath to have to deal with his turbulent emotions.

"I was determined to take from her what I thought she had taken from me. I plotted to kill her sick family and then her. My friend Severus hit me around the head and tied me up with restraints I could not loosen no matter how hard I tried for hours. He said I was being stupid, that I was blinded by the death of a child I had abandoned. Abandoned for good reasons but abandoned nonetheless.

I eventually came to my senses. But if it hadn't been for Severus I would have killed five people in cold blood.

And it probably wasn't even the maids fault! Now days we know that disease takes time to gestate in the human body, so it probably wasn't even her who passed on the sickness after all." Harry finished.

His point with talking to Jasper was getting him to know the Cullen's personally, so he was a part of them. And that took knowing bits of peoples past, it made you feel closer to them.

Harry genuinely wanted to get to know Jasper as well. Harry always did like huge families.

"We are not going to kick you out for a single mistake, Jasper. You are part of the Cullen family for as long as you wish and both Edward and Emmett had slipped up before a couple of times. It is hard living with the constant struggle but it is worth it." Harry said softly.

"Now what age did you join the army?" Harry asked curiously, he doubted Jasper had joined with his true age, not if he had been a Major.

Throughout the night Harry teased out Jasper's life story, offering his own as well. Jasper spoke at length and there was something cathartic about it, he hadn't spoken of much of it to Alice because she had seen the essential things and he didn't want to trouble her with more bloody thoughts.

Plus they hadn't really had the time.

But just speaking allowed to someone who was honestly listening drained Jasper in an oddly freeing way.

Jasper was surprised to learn just how old Harry and Carlisle were and how long they had been together.

Harry matched each painful story from Jasper with a painful one of his own and each happy/funny memory with his own as well.

Of course the talk didn't magically fix everything but both Jasper and Harry came away from it feeling like they knew each other better, that they really were both part of the same family.

"I have already lost one son, Jasper; I don't want to lose another." Harry said as he departed with the supernatural grace of a vampire.

Jasper smiled for the first time in a while. Maybe, maybe he could be a part of the Cullen family, family not coven.