Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight, everything you might reconize belongs to J.K Rowling and Stephanie Meyer.

Summary: The war has ended with Voldemorts death. Many lifes was lost and all Harry wants to do is find somewhere to settle down without reportes following his every step, and he finds a little muggletown in the middle of nowhere, where he hope to be able to hold a small profile and just live the rest of his missreable life in peace. But that seems impossible when a stalking vampire claimes to be his mate.

Warning: This story containce SLASH!(male x male) If you have problems with this I sugest that you don't read this story. Also warning for blood, violence,child abuse,slight angst, possible m-preg (havn't decided yet) and Bella-bashing.

"Blah" - speak

§Blah§ - Pharseltounge

'Blah' – thoughts + spells

Blah – Flashback

*Blah* - Mind reading

Black and Bronze

Chapter 2: First Day of School

The next morning Harry got up early. He would be starting muggle school today, and was nor looking forward to it. He was starting to regret ever choosing to go to school. He would stand out, be the 'new kid' and everyone would be staring at him like he was an animal at a zoo. He knew this beforehand but still chose to go. It would draw to much attention to be a teenager living alone and not be going in school, and he really didn't want to draw attention to himself. He came here to rid himself of the horrible memories the war had left behind. And right now he wasn't succeeding very well.

Harry took a quick shower before dressing. He picked out a pair of skinny black pants and a dark green button up, he strapped his wand holster on his forearm under the shirt and ventured into the kitchen, only find Sharuga curled up on the table. She was resting after having eaten a big rat during the night. She was a excellent baby-sitter for the cubs while he was in away in school, and she was able to hunt food for them if necessary, so that wouldn't be a problem. But the real challenge was to be able to leave the house without the cubs following him. It would be hard to explain how he could have a pair of snow leopards as pets without seeming to be crazy.

Harry took his time with his breakfast, he wouldn't have to go for at least forty five minutes, and he was going to drag it out as much as possible. He put some toast in the toaster and set to fry the egg. A couple of minutes later, as he sat and spread the butter on his toast he could make out four pair of paws in the stairs and smiled in adoration. The cubs have seemingly woken up and wanted breakfast as well. Harry loved the cubs the most in the morning, when they were still tired and all ruffled up after their sleep. Serga was the first to reach the kitchen, closely followed by Syria, who was slower than her brother and much calmer but a trouble maker all the same. They stopped by his chair and looked up at him expectantly, they wanted food. Harry sighted, why did he even bother buying the cubs? He took a look at them at his feet. They were watching him with big blue puppy eyes. Yep, that was why. They had given him the exact same look when he first saw them. He sighted once more before standing and making his way to the recently filled freezer and took out a couple of icy wood mice and thawed them up in a few seconds with an wandless heating spell and gave them to the eager leopards. Harry than proceeded to wake Sharuga. And she was not pleased with being woken.

§I hope there is a reason for waking me when I was in deep slumber§ she hissed.

§ Indeed there was, I need you to baby-sit the little ones while I am away in school.§ The only way in keeping Sharuga happy in the mornings was to talk to her polity and not to demand things from her. She was not a morning creature and hated to be woken up before ten o'clock. He once had the misfortune to drop a stack of dishes in her presence quite early one morning. Lets just say that he had toughed his lesson after that that event.

§Very well. I shall do as you please. But do not wander afterwords, come home directly if you will.§

§Alright, see you later, my dear.§

Harry ventured upstairs once more to get his schoolbag, a black leather jacket and his black sunglasses before leaving the house.

He had made the walk by the school the day before so that he knew his way there, it would be embarrassing to get lost on the way in such a small town. It was a cloudy day, which was expected in this part of America. It made Harry feel at home. One of the reasons he had chosen Forks was because of the weather this town hosted. Another reason was the fact that it was small and unnoticeable. And Harry had thought that the name was funny, who in their right mind would name a town after a utensil?

Cars drew past him a couple of times as he went. The road he walked on was next to the highway, only a little bit of grass between the two.

"Hey, you need a ride?" a voice called out to him. Harry stopped, wiped his head around and saw that a red, rusty old Chevy had stopped by the side of the road. The girl in the driver seat was the one who had uttered the words. Rather pointless actually. Had he wanted lift he would have been standing by the highway sticking his thumb out.

"Wha... No, I'm just going to the local high school. It isn't far." The girl didn't seem to take the hint and continued.

"I know, I'm heading there as well. You new in town? I haven't seen you around." The girl was not a good liar, Harry could tell by the way she moved her eyes. Harry himself had developed his lying abilities, not many could detect his lies nowadays, unlike during his early school years at Hogwarts. He did not appreciate to be lied to. Now when he thought about it, he did recognize the girl. Yes, she had been in the diner with her police father the other day. So she had seen that? Was that the reason she had stopped by? To find out more about the new kid in the community? Well, boo hoo for her. He didn't like false people who thought they were the best.

"Well, good of you to be able to point out the obvious. Your daddy taught you how to do that?" His words was filled with sarcasm. But the 'darker Blondie ',as he have come to call her, seemed utterly clueless of that fact.

"Don't be silly... Sure you don't want a ride?"

"Positive, I don't want to get mixed up with a clueless chit like yourself." He responded and started walk away again. Leaving the highly offended girl behind.

(o)

Once he reached the school he still had fifteen minutes before the classes would start. He had decided, halfway there, that he would get a vehicle. A car or a motorbike, he would have to brood on that, it would be a great way to honer his godfather, by driving a motorbike. After all Sirius had had one(that could fly).

As he entered the parking lot, which was in front of the school, he saw the old Chevy parked next to a blue van. All of the cars was rather ordinary-looking. But not many was as old (or ugly) as the Chevy. The only cars that stood out was a shiny silver Volvo and a red BMW. It looked like they didn't belong with the other cars.

Forks High School was nothing like Hogwarts. But maybe it was unfair of him to compare these square, maroon-colored brick buildings to the amazing and grand castle of Hogwarts, Harry mused as he made his way to the building with the sign 'FRONT OFFICE' above the entrance. As the door closed behind him the receptionist looked up from her papers. It was a middle-age, plump woman with her hair dyed red and violet rimmed glasses perched on the tip of her nose. The nameplate on her purple shirt read 'Ms Reed'. She smiled at him, showing off all of her teeth. "Hi, you must be the new student, Harry Potter."

"Um...Yeah, that's me."

"Oh, I have your schedule here somewhere", she said and began fumbling with all the papers grazing the desk, "and a map off the school. It wouldn't do to get lost. Ah, here it is!" she was still smiling, which was beginning to make Harry nervous. Ms Reed gave him two sheets and started looking through her papers once more and held out a slip for him, while she continued speaking,"And you are to have your teachers sign this and hand it in here at the end of the day."

"Thank you."

"I hope you'll have a great first day here!" she called as Harry went out the door and reached the parking lot again. He took a look at his schedule and than at the map he got. His first lesson was English with Mr Lanner in building 3. After that he had French, then Government, and Lunch. After Lunch it was Biology, math and PE.

He avoided to meet anyone's gaze(even though he had his sunglasses on), but it was hard to ignore all the stares he was receiving. They weren't even discrete about it. But Harry had been expecting the staring. What else was there to expect from a small town where everybody knew each other?

As he entered the right classroom the teacher was already present and was fumbling with some notes. Harry silently handed him the slip to be signed. As the teacher gave it back he took a look at Harry.

"Ah, Mr Potter I presume. You can find your seat in the back behind miss Stanley, and sunglasses are not allowed in class." he said.

"But I've gotten a special permission, sir. I have an old injury in my eyes, which has made them extra sensible for the light. I can't be without them." Harry declared quietly so that the other teens wouldn't overhear. It was obviously a lie, but Mr Lanner didn't know that. He had been prepared for the teachers to ask him about the black glasses. So he had, with the help of Draco's high connections, gotten a muggle doctor from England to sign any documents on the matter, letting Harry were his precious sunglasses as he wanted.

As he sat down in his seat, and Mr Lanner had started his class, the girl in front of him, miss Stanley if he recalled, turned around in her seat to look at him. She had chestnut brown hair that fell in waves down to her shoulder blades, pale skin and brown eyes.

"Hi, you are the new student, right? I've heard you come from England, is it true? How come you're allowed to have the glasses?" She was trying to keep her voice down but, Harry noted, it didn't work that well with her.

Was it just him or did everyone in this town seem to be extremely sluggish? He thought it was obvious that he was new. It wasn't like they had seen him wandering around in the school before. The residents were going to drive him made if they continued with this sort of unneeded interrogation. He didn't have any secrets to tell them. He wanted to try to be friendly in this school, but he also wanted to get his message clear. Therefor he would be a little harsh with his answers to the kind of questions he didn't like.

"Yes, I'm new here, and yes I am from England. About the glasses, lets just say that it's non of your business. Does that answer your questions?" She nodded wordlessly. "Good, can you pleas turn around so that I can listen to what Mr Lanner says." Stanley complied, but she kept sparing him glances over her shoulder, she obviously wanted to be the first to get to know the new guy so that she could gossip about it. Harry couldn't concentrate the rest of class.

He had tried to work up all that he missed out on during his years at Hogwarts, and it was a lot he missed. He had struggles with government and chemistry at the beginning but after some lessons with a private tutor he had hired he managed them as good as all the other stuff. So now, at the first muggle school he had been to for seven years, he isn't much behind the other students.

As the bell sounded, the hallways got crowded of teens making their way to their next class. Harry was struggling through the masses, being short sure didn't help the matter, when a gangly boy with black hair and skin problems caught up with him.

"You're Harry Potter, aren't you?" He looked the overly helpful, chess club type. But Harry hadn't been around muggles long enough to tell. Everyone within hearing distance got a bit quieter to be able to overhear.

"Yeah, that's me."

"What's your next class?"he asked.

Harry had to check on his schedule in the bag. "Em, French, in building five."

Everywhere he looked there was curious eyes. Lucky no one could meet his gaze, he mused.

"I'm heading to building four, I could show you the way there...I'm Eric by the way." Okay, this guy was getting irritating, the school wasn't that big, if he manages without getting lost at Hogwarts there was no way he would get lost here. Besides, he did have a map if it would come to that.

"I don't really need the help, but thanks."

They made their way outside, where the rain had picked up. Everyone was staring at him again. He just hoped he wouldn't get even more paranoid than he already was. Harry was used to being gawked at while he was at Hogwarts for being the 'Boy-Who-Lived' and later, for being 'The savior of the wizarding world'. But for just being the new kid was unbearable. He hated being stared at.

They walked in silence a couple of seconds until...

"So this is a lot difference than England, huh?" And they were back to asking stupid questions.

"Not really, the weather is much the same there. Just less green." Harry was really trying not to be mean to the boy, which was what he was. He could see it on him. A boy who had never had something bad happened to him, nobody's deaths on his conscious. How Harry wished he could be like that. Not having to be woken up in the middle of the night because of nightmares of people screaming an dying. Not having to hide his eyes to the people around him. If anyone here were to see his eyes they would think that he was a walking dead.

The rest of the morning lessons went like this. Harry had to repeat to every teacher that he had to wear his black glasses. But luckily not one of them made him stand in front of the class and introduce himself, that would have been awfully embarrassing.

He started recognize several of the faces in each class. There was always someone brave enough to introduce themselves and ask him questions about how it was living in England. But Harry promptly ignored these individuals. The Stanley girl caught up with him again and followed him to the cafeteria for lunch. They were about the same height. Her first name turned out to be Jessica, not that he cared much. She prattled about teachers and classes the whole way. Harry didn't even try to listen.

She made him sit with her at a full table with several of her friends including Eric and the chit he met that morning. Harry didn't care about remembering their names. He had much rather been sitting at an empty table by himself, everyone was so loud, except one girl, Angela. She sat at his side while Jessica was at the other, clinging at his arm. It was there, sitting in the cafeteria, trying to tune out the babbling of the others, that he saw them.

They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from the rest of the school population as possible in the long room. There was five of them of them. None of them was talking, or eating, though they each had a trey of untouched food in front of them. But the best was that they weren't gawking at him, unlike most of the other students. But it was none of these things that cought his attention.

Harry stared because they all were devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big and brawny with dark curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, with honey blonde hair. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, and could easily be the youngest.

The two girls were opposite. One was tall and statuesque, with a beautiful figure, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was blonde, gently waving to the middle of her back. The other was short and pixie like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was black, cropped short and spiked in every direction.

And yet, they were exactly alike. Everyone of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in the sunless town. They all had golden eyes, like Remus had, Harry noticed painfully. All their features were straight, perfect, angular. They were faces you never expected to see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine. Or painted by an old master as the face of an angel. It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful- maybe the blonde girl, or the bronze-haired boy.

"Who are they?" he thought. But he must have uttered his thought aloud because Jessica looked at him before she looked up to see who he meant. But she probably already knew, if the giggle was anything to go by.

"That's Edward, Emmett and Alice Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. They all moved here three years ago, last year they moved away again. And now they back. Apparently they didn't like the school." she said.

Harry glanced at the beautiful boy, who was looking at his tray, picking a bagel to pieces with long, pale fingers. His mouth was moving quickly, his perfect lips barely moving. The others was looking away, and yet, Harry got the feeling he was speaking to them.

"They are beautiful."

"Yes!" Jessica agreed with another giggle."They're all together though - Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice. And they live together, it's weird."

"Which ones are the Cullens?" he asked. "They don't look related..." And they really didn't, despite the skin- and eye color.

"Oh, they're not. Dr, Cullen is really young, in his early thirties or something. They're all adopted," Harry could feel his anger risen a little at Jessica's words. It was not her place to tell others stories, even if he had asked her, which he was starting to regret. He had just asked who they were, not what their life stories was."The Hales - the blonds - are brother and sister, twins, they're foster children." "They look a little old for foster children." He couldn't help but comment.

"They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but they have been with Mrs Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something like that." She said in passing.

"That's really nice of them-" he said dreamenly, if only someone could have taken care of him the same way. "-to take care of all those kids like that, when they're so young themselves." It really were.

"I guess so." She admitted reluctantly. He got the impression she didn't like the Cullens, and by judging on faces of the others at the table they didn't either. With the glances they were throwing their way, Harry presumed the reason was jealousy, or something equally silly.

"I think Mrs Cullen can't have kids though." she added as if that lessened their kindness.

The anger he was feeling earlier was replaced with rage. It was not her place to go around and say that kind of things, especially if it turned out to be untrue. The magic was boiling under his skin, just waiting to be released on this piece of chit.

Jessica flinched as Harry stood up. His fists was shaking of the raw magic trying to find a way out. All the eyes in the cafeteria was upon him.

" As if that would matter! Do you think that anyone honestly care if she cant have own kids. To be kind enough to take in orphans is admirable. Not everyone would do that. I would have been overjoyed if someone did that to me. I have been orphan from age one, and no one ever took me in. You should be happy that you have your parents." He had tears in his eyes but luckily no one saw that through the glasses.

He left the cafeteria with his fist still shaking. His rage hadn't lessened any during his outburst and he really needed to expel his magic, or it would run amok in the school - maybe even destroy it. He reached the parking lot and hurriedly ran into the forest surrounding the school. When he had gotten a fair bit in, and no longer could see anything resembling a building, he stopped. He had walked far enough, nobody would accidentally stumble upon him this far in.

His hands were still shaking, and they had begun to glow a blood red. The glow surrounded his fist, and it was spreading up along his forearms. He looked around the little clearing he was in, in search of something he could use to focus his magic on. There was nothing but trees, grass and old stocks on the ground. He focused on one of the trees in the far corner of the clearing. It was a tall beech tree with some rotten branches here and there. Harry noticed a hole high up in the tree, maybe an owl had made it it's home, and was currently away hunting, like Hedwig used to do, before she died.

He kept his focus on the tree, as he concentrated on sending his magic there. It seemed to work, as the red glow started to fade from his hands. But it came smoke from the tree, Harry's magic appeared to be too much for it, and it began to burn.

"Shit!" Harry exclaimed, thinking fast so that the fire wouldn't spread. He took out his wand from it's holster.

"Aguamenti!" Water spurted from his wand and hit the burning beech tree. The fire subsided and the tree seemed to have survived the magical 'attack' unharmed. The only signs of there ever being a fire was the blackened bark and the ashes left on the ground under the tree.

Harry let out a breath of relief and put back his wand in the holster. He checked the time and let out a series of curses before turning around and started running back to the school. He would surely be late for the biology class, but he hoped that he would make it in time, either that or that the biology teacher wasn't a mean one.

Author's Note: Sorry it took such time! But I had major troubles with writing this chapter. Hope it was to your liking, but don't expect all the chapters to be this long. Harry has finally seen the Cullens! Next chapter will be mostly in Edwards pov. Don't forget to review!