Okay, so that last chapter sparked some heated reviews, with some very valid questions. I tried to answer them here, so read and you may learn more.
One of the most common things pointed out things was the prophecy. Wasn't it a bunch of bull? No. Mr. Graham, the teacher, did research on Prophecies. The general gist of it is that they always are fulfilled within their time frames, and usually in the most obvious ways. What Harry is trying to do is fulfill it on his own terms, providing himself with the best possible set of circumstances to defeat the Dark Lord.
Sirius, who knew of quite a few things, has been preparing Harry for the possibility of this happening one day, but we also have to remember that Harry is 11, not exactly old enough to know exactly how to react in a situation like that. His teacher, who had no previous knowledge of the situation, was simply trying to help his student with what he was trying to achieve in the face of a very powerful wizard. Mr. Graham is also a squib, so when it came down to it he couldn't really do anything other then inform the principal of the intrusion for later security updates.
Harry's also a bit of a child genius (not to the point of social exclusion, more of a "I skipped a grade and take advanced classes" thing), so the fact that he may end up in England for a few years wouldn't put a dent in his education.
It was also pointed out that the school should've called Charlie. Technology doesn't work around magic, so the best thing Mr. Graham could've done was to walk clear across the school the the tech rooms, or down the hall to the floo, leaving Harry with a strange adult. He handled the situation as he saw fit, and since the 'arrangement's' were made for the distant future, Harry's guardians could've contacted Dumbledore to make any changed as they saw fit. The only downside to that is that Sirius thinks he knows what he's doing, so Charlie never actually learns the whole story.
And when it comes down to it, this is a fanfiction. I'm not a professional writer (despite the name), and I do make mistakes. I have this whole story plotted out to the end, so sometimes I overlook thigs. You guys pointing out my mistakes helps me to become a better writer and also helps the story flow better. So keep it up!
Bella sighed as she walked into the kitchen. Today was a Thursday, the day Harry would come home. Normally, Bella would make stroganoff, but her date with Edward was on that night at 5. Harry and Charlie would be on their own for dinner.
"Boo!"
Bella screamed, pushing her chair back so violently that it fell over. On her hands and butt, she propelled herself away from the table, under which sat...
Harry.
"You idiot!" she gasped out, chucking a towel at his head. "Why aren't you at school?"
Harry visibly paled, and fumbled with a trinket around his neck. "Um, since it's a three day weekend for everyone, we got out early."
Bella glared at him as she stood up. "Don't ever do that again," she scolded.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry scampered out from under the table and through the door, right into Marti.
She frowned. "Harry, aren't you supposed to be in school?"
As a reply, Harry showed her the necklace he was sporting.
"Wait, is that a timeturner?" Marti rolled her eyes. "Figures. Who's cleared on your list?"
"Dad, you, Padfoot, and Sarah," Harry rattled off, grinning. "It's for extra research time. We tossed around England terms and some technomagic possibilities, and the ADM had it to me in a few days."
"My little nerd," sighed Marti, ruffling his hair. "Sirius will be so proud. Almost like the time you and him made the Seattle Salem Map."
Harry ducked out from under her hand. "Yeah, well at 7 we should head to the station or something. Gotta avoid paradoxes." Harry frowned. "Stupid time laws. They're almost worse then this material problem I have with the tech."
Marti grabbed his cheeks and looked Harry in the face. "You're getting so grown up, I... Wait. There's something you need to tell me."
Harry frowned, but didn't make a move to get away. "How'd you know?"
Marti sighed dramatically and sat on the small table. "Mother's intuition. Now, spill."
Harry bit his lip. "Albus Dumbledore showed up at school Monday... We struck up a deal to where I'd go to Hogwarts during my 10th, 11th, and 12th grade years. In turn, he'll leave me alone here, not tell anyone in England that I'm here, and he'll get Sirius cleared of all charged in England."
Marti blinked a few times. "Wait, England? Charlie won't allow this, Harry. I don't even think I'll allow this. You know how dangerous Europe is."
Harry looked at the ground. "I don't have a choice, Marti. Mr. Graham, the science teacher, is the expert on Prophecies. He says that due to science that is involved, they always come true. Voldemort isn't dead, and there's a Prophecy saying I have to defeat him. I don't want that to mean that he comes here to do it." He looked up, his eyes fierce. "Don't you dare tell Dad. He can't know, no matter what. He'd never let me go. It's just a scholarship to him, okay?"
Marti nodded dutifully. "If Sirius agrees, then so do I. He's more familiar with all of this," she waved her hand around, "stuff."
Harry's face split into a grin. "Thanks, Mar." Ducking under her arms, he ran for the hall that led to his room. "Distract Bella, I'm working on my project." He raced down the hall, almost before his finished.
Marti laughed, rolling her shoulders. Harry was a handful.
Harry stuck to his room for the next two hours. At some point, Marti left to go hang out with Charlie at the station. Around 4:50 he emerged to go and find Bella.
He found her hovering near the front door. "What's for dinner?"
Bella smiled ruefully. "Nothing, squirt. I have a date tonight. You can order pizza, or head off to Marti's and Sarah's." She glanced out the window, and narrowed her eyes in a thoughtful manner. "He's here," she said. "Be good, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah." Harry rolled his eyes and walked into the family room. If he was alone, TV would be the best option. Maybe some shows on the Phoenix channel. Then calling Ben and working on the technomagic stuff with Sarah or something.
The doorbell rang, and Harry got a sneaky look on his face. If Bella was going on a date, it was the least he could do to meet the boy for his father, wasn't it? The door opened, and Harry turned right around, catching the family room door just before it shut.
The boy at the door was talking quietly to Bella, who turned around and smiled at Harry. Harry shifted into his Magic Sight, and got the worst shock of his life-
"Bella!" he shouted, yanking out his wand. ~Stupefy!~ he hissed. Parselmagic was much more powerful than Latin, English, or Spanish when casting spells, and had the added bonus of only having himself able to reverse spells cast. The red light struck the boy at the door, knocking him over.
Bella stood there, mouth open. "What did you do?" she screeched.
"That's a Voltarien Vampire!" Harry snapped back. "What is he doing here?" Harry yanked out his communication mirror. "Snow White!" he yelled at it. Not even two seconds later, Sarah's face appeared. "Voltarien Vampire in my house!" he hissed.
Sarah palled. "I'll get Sirius." Her face was gone.
"Come on!" Harry grabbed Bella and started to drag her down the hall to his room. ~Open,~ he hissed at the floor. A section of it vanished into a hole, into which he shoved Bella into.
"Harry!" she yelled from the magic cellar a few seconds later.
"Move!" Harry yelled back, before jumping right after her. Cushioning charms at the bottom gave a soft landing. ~Close,~ he hissed at a panel on the wall, before starting smell masking wards with parselmagic. As soon as he was dome weaving the threads of magic around the room, his mirror pinged, announcing that Snow White was on the line.
Sarah's face was still pale. "Mom and Sirius aren't picking up."
"There's nothing wrong with Edward," Bella said, a little shocked, still sitting on the floor.
"He's a vampire," snarled Harry. "Not even a normal one, either. Voltarien. Bella, what'd you do? Where did you meet him?"
"School- he's a good- Harry, what the hell is this place?" She stood up. "And what are you doing with a stick?"
"Wand. What do you mean, school? Vampires don't go to school. They're nomads-"
"Unless they're somehow evolving." Sarah looked extremely scared. "That can't happen, right?"
"Edward's a vegetarian!" Bella yelled. Harry dropped his communication mirror as he turned to look at her. "The Cullen's only drink from animals! They have control, I've seen it." Her voice was shaky, but her demeanor was firm. "Get me out of here, Harry. I need to introduce you to Edward."
Harry bit his lip, a habit he picked up from Bella over the years. "Are you sure?" he asked cautiously.
"Cross my heart," Bella grinned shakily. "I'm your sister. Siblings trust. It's what we do."
Harry threw a look up at the ceiling. "Okay, now we know you're Dory. Snow White, can vampires be Obliviated?"
"I think so." Sarah looked concerned. "You do know the theory for that, right?"
Harry rolled his eyes. ~Ladder,~ he hissed at the wall. A ladder folded out, and the trap door twenty feet up creaked open. Without a backwards glance, he jumped onto the ladder and started climbing.
Bella grabbed the bottom cautiously, tugging at it like it was a snake.
Looking back, Harry snorted. "It won't bite. The box over there is another story. You should hurry, or I might kill your boyfriend."
Bella blushed. "You really shouldn't talk like that."
"Hurry. And since he's a vampire in my house, it's not like it isn't legal or anything."
With one last cursory glance around the underground fortress, Bella started up the ladder. Or, at least tried to. Two rungs up, she slipped, and ended up at the bottom again.
"My sister, the klutz." Harry tugged on his holster. "Here, I'll help with that. Mobilicorpus."
A squeak pierced the air as Bella rose to meet her brother. "What is this?" Her voice was an octave higher than normal at she looked at her brother.
"Magic," Harry smirked. "I've been hiding it from you for years. And just wait until Dad finds out that you want to date a vampire!"
Review with any more ideas or flaws you see and want to point out/ask to be explained.
~Wryder