Sorry for the slow update, the start of new college classes had me buried deep in homework .The updates will be slow but I hope to write more soon. But for now enjoy the chapter and brownie points to anyone who can guess who Jasper and Alice were in the past xD just for fun! Good luck guessing!

Chapter Six: Meeting Bella and Jasper's Soul

Harry sat in American History with a pencil tapping at the desk while he stared blankly out the window in reminiscence. The faces of his so called 'friends' still lingered in his dark thoughts as he sighed. He had hoped rather foolishly now that the red head and bookish Gryffindor would be loyal but their betrayal had hurt the worst. Eyes closed, he forced their memories in the back of his mind when he felt Jasper's cold hand touch his.

"Harry?" Jasper peered at his surrogate father in concern. The bell had rang several minutes ago for second period and he had called his name several times, but the distracted teenager had yet to move.

Harry blinked before turning his head to spot his son leaning against the class wall by the door, a worried frown marring his usually warmhearted expressions. Looking up at the clock, he winced. "Ah, sorry. I was stuck in the past." He murmured and quickly left for Art before Jasper could catch up to him.

Lunch finally rolled around and Harry found himself sitting between Alice and Jasper. Picking at his food in disinterest despite the hunger that ate at him, Harry focused his attention on the brown haired girl walking in beside Edward with a flash of anger. Beside him, he felt Jasper tense slightly and asked softly, "Who is she?"

"Isabella Swan." Was his curt response and immediately Harry scrutinized the teenager and let out a small growl. It was clear why Jasper was tense.

The lovey eyes she made towards his son's brother unnerved him. Narrowing his eyes, he whispered so only Jasper would hear him, "Does she have any clue the danger of being by him? She's his singer, for merlin's sake!"

Jasper winced slightly at the outrage rolling from his father before shrugging. "I don't know. If she does, then, obviously she doesn't hold her life of much value."

Harry threw the picked at food tray in the trash alongside Jasper and made his way towards their last class in a huff. Shaking his head of the fury that was clutching at him, Harry asked Jasper, "Do you know when your father will be home from the hospital tonight, Jasper?"

"Only a half hour after we get home from school, why?" Jasper felt his curiosity stir as the two of them began to shoot some hoops with the basketball and ignoring the giggling, gossiping girls that watched.

"I will be coming home with you tonight." Was the quiet reply and Jasper nodded, already knowing what would be happening. The forecast called for sun the next three days which was rare in the rainy town of Forks, but this time it was a relief rather than an inconvenience.

Silence had fallen since then and it was undisturbed until they reached the Cullen's house where Esme greeted each of them warmly. Harry gave her a warm smile but trudged after Jasper. His bag was slung around his shoulders and he clutched it protectively as the two sat down at the kitchen table.

"Harry, why are you so quiet?" Jasper muttered softly as he finished the Calculus homework they had been assigned with ease.

"You'll find out." Harry's short answer caused the vampire to glance at him with a frown.

But no more words were spoken between the two until Carlisle walked in with a warm smile to all of them. Harry eyed the man and sighed softly. Fingers dug into his palms as he turned away and he watched the jar that held his son's soul with another sigh, but this one weighed by sorrow. The memories that would be awakened weren't just those of Jasper Whitlock but of his previous life as well. He had been shocked to find that his son was an ancient soul, the same as him, but his held a more tragic tale. With eyes closed, he visibly flinched away from Carlisle's hand on his shoulder.

"Harrison, what's wrong?" The concern drove Harry to sigh again, head bowed in despair.

"Jasper?" Said vampire looked over in confusion.

"Yes?" He leaned over to grasp the General's shaking hands.

"Your memories will be brought back but you have memories of a life before this one. Your soul is ancient but not nearly as much as some I've come across. Your wife, Alice, is connected to that life as well." The cryptic whisper had Jasper frowning.

"Do you not want me to remember that life, father?" He felt slightly hurt and confused by the pain in Harry's voice.

"It's not my place to decide that Jasper. I just wish I could prevent the pain the memories will bring the two of you." Was the only answer.

Jasper merely smiled encouragingly, "But I have you and the others, Harry. They may bring pain but I have people that can help me deal with them." The quiet confession had all the others in the room smiling.

Eyes blurred with tears, Harry gently unscrewed the jar's lid. Plucking the lively soul that shone like the sun from the glass container, he whispered softly a chant. The soul glowed brightly before seeping deep into Jasper's body which immediately crashed to the ground, unconscious.

"You'll need to have something ready for him to eat when he wakes up in a few hours." Harry cautioned Esme who nodded with a worried glance at her youngest son who was being held onto by his mate, Alice.