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Jake
Jacob and Seth had been on patrol for the last two hours and soon their patrol would be up. Jacob couldn't wait as it would allow him to get home and catch up on some much needed sleep. Sam had been relentless lately, ordering the pack to do more than normal. While they couldn't say anything to him about it, didn't mean that they had to like it.
Since beginning their patrol, Seth had been whinging constantly about how unfair Sam had been lately. Jacob had always considered Seth as the little brother he never had, however he could be a little immature at times which tended to get on his nerves.
"…Come on Jake, I know you think the extra training sessions at the crack of dawn and the extra patrol runs are annoying and unnecessary-"Seth started again breaking the first peace of quiet Jake had enjoyed since starting their patrol.
Last week in an attempt to step Seth complaining, Jake admitted just how much he really hated going on patrols. They were taking all of his time up that he could be fixing his motorbike or keeping an eye on Bella, the closer she got to the leeches the more angrier he got. What Bella saw in those blood-suckers he knew he would never understand.
"Seth…for the last time Sam is alpha…which means we follow him and try not to piss him off." Jake said exasperated. "Remember what happened last week?"
Jacob was satisfied with Seth's silence; he assumed that he was thinking back to the punishment Sam gave to Jared and Embry. Last Thursday the two got into a small, playful disagreement after one of their usual bets went south. It ended up getting a little loud when they phased, it wasn't that unusual when they were transformed into their wolves that if annoyed they snap lightly at each other. Unfortunately for those two, the noise woke up Sam who'd just been up all night hunting. As a large hulking version of Sam appeared on the patio, he began to lowly growl. He was giving Jared and Embry such a dark glare that Jake knew that what was going to happen next wouldn't be pretty.
"Alright, fine Jake. I'll drop it, I was just saying that it wasn't fair…that's all."
"Just make sure you do drop it, the last thing you want is for Sam to hear you!" Jake said seriously.
For Jacob many of the bonuses that come from being a wolf were amazing – enhanced strength, speed, senses & such an incredible feeling of freedom and power when he phases. However the only down side for him was he never had much privacy, for when he and the pack were phased they each had access to each other's thoughts. When he thought about it, knowing the details about the last time Jared had sex with his imprint Kim or when Embry had bet with Paul about when Bella would up and officially join the bloodsuckers was rather annoying. They both started walking slowly through the forest boarders coming up on a large river that marked the start of the Cullen's territory.
"So Jake-" Seth started slowly, obviously trying to think of something to talk about. Jake was secretly hoping that Seth would just focus on the next fifteen minutes they had left before Leah and Embry arrived. "-what are you planning on doing after this?"
Jacob swung his head around and stared at the sandy coloured wolf next to him. Jacob was dissecting Seth's tone for amusement or sarcasm. "Nothing much." He said hoping to sound casual and keeping his thoughts focused on the patrol. Since Bella came into the picture and the pack worked out his feelings for her, they'd been betting on their relationship and trying to use an unwittingly naive Seth to gather information. Jake desperately focused on keeping all thoughts of Bella out of his mind when he was with the other wolves, didn't always work but worked well enough to keep most of his real thoughts secret. He was hoping to catch Bella on her way home from studying with Angela Webber. The cute Asian girl from Bella's class seemed to be one of the few people that he didn't have an issue with her hanging out with; she was friendly, positive and seemed to genuinely liked Bella. From the moment he woke up this morning, he thought about Bella and he almost seemed desperate to hang out with her. He even seriously considered not showing up for his patrol with Seth today but the thought of Sam's hands around his neck made him reconsider. He felt relieved when Seth nodded and turned to run down the side of the river and away from vampire territory and finish their patrol.
They began picking up the pace and running fast to where they were meant to be meeting their replacements. Jake and Seth emerged from the forest into a wide field as they made their way across Jake noticed Seth slow down then stop entirely.
"Come on Seth hurry-"Jake said before his pack mate started growling cutting him off.
"Intruder." He said, his voice full of alarm, before turning around and running the opposite way leaving Jacob to follow.
Emmett
Emmett had just arrived home after hunting, he always felt so much better after eating. He had successfully taken down a large bear, a small mountain lion and a few deer. Normally he'd go hunting with Jasper, Rosalie or Edward however none of them were able to join him. Edward was spending more time with his human and Rosalie and he were fighting again - so he didn't even bother asking her to join. Jasper on the other hand was busy doing something boring for Carlisle, he always joked that Jasper was doing something dangerously illegal…and therefore at least in his mind fun for Carlisle; such as transporting human organs for surgery. The last time he joked about that Rosalie hit him over the head.
"That's both insulting and stupid!" she sneered. Emmett had instantly regretting saying anything in front of Rosalie, she had never been able to take a joke especially about the family…she was to protective and sensitive.
"You should never say anything like that about Carlisle, you know he's not like that!..." Her eyes had narrowed to almost slits "…and even if he was, Jasper would be the last person to send seeing as he still has issues with his thirst."
Emmett walked into the living room and slumped into the couch as he turned on the TV. He flicked through the channels hoping there to be something to interest him, finally deciding on watching extreme wrestling. The sound of a door slamming ripped his attention away from the screen just as one guy had just gotten his opponent in a headlock. He watched Alice stomp down the stairs and angrily sit next to him. He couldn't help but smirk at her reaction; throughout the years he's known her she'd always been bubbly and light - almost dance-like in her stance and movement no matter what the problem. Slowly Carlisle emerged standing near the stairs, obviously just had followed Alice from one of the upstairs rooms. Emmett usually had a policy of trying to stay out of his family's drama however this looked like it could be entertaining. He watched as Carlisle moved over to stand in front of them.
"Alice, you know that this is for the best." Carlisle sighed looking down at Alice with a tired expression. Emmett assumed that they were just going to carry on their conversation from upstairs as though he wasn't even there.
"Sending him alone…into a potentially dangerous situation. How is that for the best? I would have gladly gone with him!" she argued. Her usually calm expression gone.
Carlisle looked down at Alice with a softening expression and sighed. "Alice, I didn't want to make this…boy feel threatened. What if it was the Volturi, spying on us? They wouldn't hurt Jasper."
"You hope they wouldn't hurt Jasper!" She corrected folding her arms like a petulant child.
Emmett had always considered himself good at reading people – even if he wasn't able to read minds like Edward or affect emotions like Jasper and he had enough of listening to this. Alice was a seer and if she scared of a potential threat, something was wrong.
"Okay, okay." Emmett said as he stood up between the two. "What's happened between me leaving for a few hours to feed and…this?"
Alice rose from the couch and turned to Emmett, he could tell that she was trying to calm down. "I had a vision that a stranger was moving into that abandoned house down the road…Carlisle sent Jasper to go find out more about him."
"Well, what's wrong with that?" Emmett asked carefully watching Alice. He was used to dodging certain topics from the slightest frown, or eye twitch since dating Rosalie and with Alice this worked up, he was betting she'd be similar.
"What's wrong is I could barely see anything from this boy. I know he's fairly short with black hair and he arrived alone, that's it -" She held her small hand up in front his face, as though expecting him to say something. "-not done…and since Jasper left I can't see him or that guy at all!"
The realisation of what this meant was starting to get to Emmett. Usually the only reason why Alice had trouble with her visions was because of the wolf pack. Those blasted dogs hated their family for what they were, which infuriated he and Rosalie to no end. Sometimes they would playfully talk about how they would get them back for insulting and hurting them. Unfortunately it could only ever be a dream - if they could dream, he thought with a smirk. The treaty they signed years and years ago prevented them from drinking or to a certain extent hurting any human amid a few other conditions.
"Why can't we just go and follow Jasper? You know, check if the guy is okay." Emmett was sure he would be, after all he could take care of himself. Before becoming a vampire, Jasper was a major in the confederate army. However if the mutts were involved he couldn't be sure, he would never trust a dog.
"You go through the forest, looking for Jasper and you could alert either the pack or the stranger. It's best that you both just wait here." Carlisle said looking down at the stares of his two adoptive children. Emmett could tell he was weakening, he always thought that Carlisles kindness would be his undoing. "…however if he's not back in an hour, we'll all go look for him."
Emmett nodded and sat back on the couch and stared back at the TV. It was fair enough decision and a compromise so he could respect it. A few seconds later he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Alice slowly sunk into the couch next to him, resigned that it was probably the best result she would get. Trying to focus on the wrestler on the screen instead of his moody sister, he knew it would be a long hour.
Harry
Harry landed hard on the ground causing his glasses to fall of his head. Harry hated travelling by portkey it never seemed to go easy for him, although remembering back to his first time using floo powder at the Weasley's that didn't go well either. Harry got on his knees and began feeling around for his glasses. After a few minutes of feeling nothing but grass and rocks, Harry grabbed his wand from his pocket in frustration and waved it shouting "Accio Glasses!" Instantly the black glasses flew into his outstretched hand, which after wiping them quickly on his pants he shoved them on.
Harry took in his new surroundings. He appeared to have landed in a forest somewhere; the large trees around him, that appeared to go on for ages provided a high canopy above him, allowing only a tiny bit of sun to come through. In front of Harry was a small wooden cottage, it looked to be a one bedroom home with barely enough room to swing a kneazle. However after months of moving from one dilapidated home to another, this one at least seemed homey.
Harry got up off the ground, keeping his wand at the ready. He quickly moved behind one of the trees behind him and began scouting the area around the house. While he was adamant that this was the safe house that McMillian sent him to, it didn't mean that it hadn't been breached after all she never had time to check if they were still safe. Harry was fairly satisfied that the forest in front of the house was safe, he made his way around to the back to check around. Harry knew that many would consider this a little bit unnecessary; however he wasn't going to risk anything anymore. Since he began scouting around a stubborn voice in the back of his head told him that the deatheaters wouldn't expect him to flee overseas, that looking around the forest made him look like a weirdo. Harry, irritated at himself just ignored it and moved to the back of the house. He had almost finished when he heard a twig snap somewhere behind him. Harry stilled, he tightened his hold on his wand as he quickly snapped around with his wand held high.
"Stupefy!" he shouted as he watched a scarlet light erupt from his wand and hit its target.
"Nice one Potter." He muttered to himself looking down at the stunned deer in front of him. Happy that he was alone and no one saw that embarrassing moment he waved his wand over the animal and watched it awkwardly stand up and run away into the shrubs ahead.
Harry made his way to the fence at the front of the house, eager to get inside and look around. As he grabbed gate, he felt a small shock travel up his arm causing him to jerk back in surprise. Of course McMillian sent him to a safe house that was so well protected; it wouldn't even let him inside. He cautiously reached out for the lock on the gate, and felt surprisingly relieved when all he felt was the cold of the metal lock and no shock. He opened the gate and walked up the dirt path to the house.
When he got to the front door he tapped the door handle and whispered "Alohamora." The lock clicked and the door swung open slightly to admit him. Harry couldn't help be slightly gobsmacked by the inside of his new house, it was well and truly a wizarding home it had obviously been enchanted. From the narrow entrance way, Harry could make out a large lounge room which appeared to be the centre of the house; it had two large green couches and a wooden coffee table. Harry slowly made his way further into the home, looking around at the high ceilings with a slight smile. There were seven large staircases coming off from the lounge room each leading to a different door, which Harry assumed to be the bedrooms, kitchen and bathrooms. Harry couldn't help but collapse into one of the large couches and feel his body slowly sink into it. A small piece of parchment caught his eye on the table in front of him. He quickly snatched it up and opened it up.
Dear Potter,
I sent this letter ahead yesterday, knowing that after we lost Podmore I'd have to send you three away. I know that your portkey took you to a small town in America however that's all I know, McGonagall didn't go into much detail about the safe houses.
All I want you to do is stay put, and keep a low profile. Someone from the Ministry or the Order will be by soon to check up on you and watch you.
Don't even bother trying to find out where Hermione and Ron are. It's safer for you all if none of you know about each other's locations.
Dumbledore himself setup that safe house, so you can rest assured that the wards will protect you and will even make it incredibly hard to trace you - so you'd better not leave! Or deatheaters won't be your only concern when I get my hands on you!
Hetty Macmillian
Harry scrunched up the parchment and threw it across the room. He was pissed at his supposed guardian, how was keeping him from what he considered family going to keep everyone safe? It was his fault that they were in danger anyway. What if someone did find/attack Ron or Hermione? He couldn't protect them from another country. While fuming in his seat, he stared heatedly at the ball of parchment that once was Macmillan's letter; he considered using the blasting curse on it picturing the old hags face as he did when he heard a faint voice.
"Harry?" the female voice called out.
Harry flung his head up and looked around the house for the intruder.
"Harry, it's me…Hermione."
Realising that the voice was coming from his pocket, he quickly thrust his hand in and took out Hermione's farewell present. He carefully unwrapped the red cloth to reveal a small hand mirror. It was dark silver with odd runes around the outside of the glass and in the middle was Hermione smiling up at Harry.
He grinned back to Hermione, feeling stupid for not thinking that the smartest witch of their grade wouldn't have thought of something.
"How are you going Harry?" she asked
"Me? Fine, what about you and Ron? Have you spoken to him yet?" Harry replied quickly not letting Hermione get a word in. However she just smiled back at him and waited for him to stop.
"We're both fine, its okay Harry." Harry could hear the calmness in her voice rain over him, smoothing him. Hermione had always been able to relax and make him feel better. Harry felt a huge weight lift from his heart that had appeared after reading Macmillan's letter. Both Ron and Hermione were safe for now he told himself. He felt better knowing that they could contact him if something happened then he didn't care what Macmillian said, he would find a way to help them.
"Yeah, I spoke with Ron just before. He's in Germany at the moment and I'm in France." Hermione said the last few words with a hint of bitterness in her voice. Harry could tell by the tone in her voice that she would have preferred Germany seeing as she'd already visited France a few years ago. Hermione's parents had enjoyed taking her away on holidays, around the world ever since she began Hogwarts. He supressed a chuckle after imagining at the look on Ron's face if she had been the one in Germany instead of him; he'd have flown into a rage. She would be a bit too close to her ex-boyfriend Victor Krum for his liking.
"Where did Macmillian send you Harry?"
"I'm in some small town in America."
Hermione's eyes widened slightly and a small grin appeared on her pale face.
"Really? Wow, you're so lucky Harry. There are several fantastic places I want to visit there; Salem and their Witches' Institute, The Magical Congress of The United States of America…that's their version of our Ministry of Magic, oh and I…I mean you must go see the home for the United States Quidditch League…did you know they built it on a-
"Hermione!" Harry interrupted; he couldn't help feel bemused at his excited friend. When she got going on a topic, nothing could stop her especially if it involved learning something…learning anything.
"Yeah Harry?"
"I was just wondering what these mirrors are, they're amazing." He asked feeling the cold metal of the mirror under his fingers.
"Oh, nothing really." She replied, simply waving off his compliment as if she never heard it. "They're two-way mirrors. The only real downside to them is that only two of us can talk to each other at a time."
"What happens if I call one of you and you two are already talking?"
"Oh, I enchanted it to grow warm in your hand and vibrate."
A sudden thought struck Harry, causing a chill to run over him.
"W...w…what about if it gets damaged, like if we drop it…or -" he allowed his voice to trail off, hoping that Hermione would get the idea of where he was going with that question. He didn't really have the courage to dwell on more of his friends getting injured. He remembered the time not too long ago where he Ron, Hermione and Macmillian were pinned down by six deatheaters in an abandoned muggle alley. They were stuck using bins and rubbish that was cluttering the street as a poor cover. Each of them were throwing spells at the deatheaters, Harry had been so focused on stunning the leader that he completely missed seeing one of his underlings casting the blasting curse off to the right of him. Ron nearly lost his arm after trying to pull him out of the spells path. He'd been a mix of both anger and sadness, Ron had risked himself again to save him. Luckily thanks to Macmillan's quick thinking, they'd managed to get away. Seeing that they were losing ground, she held her wand over her head and thick black smoke came billowing out of the tip covering the whole street and allowed them to get away.
Harry knew that Hermione had understood when her face paled slightly. "It would cause the same reaction actually…" Hermione answered.
Harry groaned. He had a feeling that each time that Ron and Hermione wanted to talk either to catch up or get romantic with each other; he'd have a stroke thinking something had attacked them. It was going to be a long few weeks, he thought bitterly to himself. After talking for a few more minutes Hermione decided to call it a night.
"I'm really tired and I'm planning on soaking in the bath upstairs for a few hours…I'll contact you tomorrow Harry." She said smiling at Harry before her face disappeared leaving Harry staring into his own image.
Harry placed the mirror on the table in the middle of the room. Deciding to take a look around at the other rooms, Harry made his way to the first door. The first and second staircases led to the kitchen and dining rooms; unfortunately the kitchen was void of food. Harry knew it should have been obvious to him - after all there was a good chance that no one had been here in months or even years. The third room was a potions lab, complete with a hanging pewter cauldron, small book self and even had a large shelf of potions ingredients. Harry noticed that on the middle shelf, surrounded by ingredients were six vials each with a different coloured liquid inside. Fortunately for him most were labelled except for a long thing vial filled with a green liquid. He pocketed the potion, from his experience it would be safer if he just carefully disposed of it rather than leaving it lying around. Harry had never been exceptional at potions; he knew enough that he could brew a few things in case he was attacked - after all as one of his old professors would say 'Constant Vigilance'. Since his fourth year one of his consistent nightmares had been based on seeing Cedric killed in front of him. Sometimes it would just be a green light, that would hit Cedric in his chest while Harry watched immobile, unable to save him - otherwise it was usually his parents death – while the most he could remember was the green light and his mother's screams he imagination would usually go a step further and watch her fall victim to it and fall to the ground. As the memory of those dreams flittered across his mind, he shook his head. It was bad enough they pestered him at night; he couldn't allow them to halt him now…he couldn't. After he returned to Hogwarts and his ordeal from his fourth year was over, Madam Pomfrey had recommended him to take a dreamless sleep draught, which while he was at Hogwarts she was happy to give him after that he relied on Hermione to brew for him. Now that he was alone, he'd either have to endure the visions from his dreams or brew the potion himself.
"At least I'm better at potions than Neville." He muttered to himself with a sly grin. Neville was one of Harry's trusted mates and while he was at Hogwarts had to be one of the worst potion students in Hogwarts history.
The fourth was a library complete with a large desk at the centre of it. Harry glanced quickly around the room, amazed at the titles of some of the volumes. Reading was never a hobby for him as it had been for Hermione but a lot of them drew him in. The rest of them were bedrooms, Harry chucked his backpack onto the bed in the master bedroom. It seemed to suit him the best, the theme was red and gold taking Harry back to living at Hogwarts in the Gryffindor common room. Painful images ran through his head of Ginny, laughing enjoying one of the twins' newest pranks. He quickly he pushed them aside. He didn't have the strength at the moment to deal with memories yet, it was bad enough that their happy faces and lifeless bodies haunted his dreams.
Harry shook his head and quickly left his room. He had to get some fresh air, surely that would help get his head on straight. He made his way down the stairs and out the front door.
Jasper
Jasper had arrived at the cottage Alice had described and began to look around for any sign of a threat. He knew that he'd have to be quick, not only did Alice look upset when he left the house but the strangers home was close to the wolfs territory and they wouldn't be pleased he was here.
After scouting the area and finding nothing out of the ordinary he moved in front of the house. It seemed like a rather unstated house. Taking a closer look at it, he seriously doubted the Volturi would be involved. They more enjoy the finer things and this cosy, warm looking property wouldn't even come close. At first when he heard about Alice's new vision, he suspected Alec, one of the Volturi's lap dogs however after seeing the place where he supposedly lived, he wasn't so sure.
Deciding to just try talking to the boy, Jasper walked up to the gate and moved to open it. As he touched the metal lock on the gate he was thrown back several metres into the trunk of an old tree. He got up, rubbing his head.
"What the hell…" he muttered. It took a lot to hurt a vampire and whatever the hell caused him to fly into that tree – hurt. He thought about jumping the wooden fence but getting blasted back and landing on his head was something he wanted to avoid. He had no idea who was inside and therefore who was in his mates visions. If it hadn't been for Alice watching the Volturi's decisions he would have thought that they found a recruit to their army that could create barriers or some sort of protection. Aro one of the official leaders of the Volturi had a desire to acquire every vampire with a special ability into his fold one of the reasons why he was after his family so much. He wanted Alice and Edward…badly.
Jasper took another look around and considered giving up for now and informing the rest of the family about what he had found so far - which much to his annoyance wasn't much. As he started walking away he heard the front door of the house creak open. He quickly launched himself behind a tree, if whoever this guy is was an enemy he didn't want to give himself away, at least not yet.
He peaked from behind the tree to try and catch a glimpse of his target. He was shocked to see that it looked to be a boy around fifteen or sixteen years old. He was just shorter than average and had messy jet black hair. Not taking his age into account he didn't look like much of a threat, he in fact looked a little sickly; he was fairly pale and thin looking with deep black bags under his eyes. More importantly he was a human boy, Jasper could feel his blood pumping through him. Jasper braced himself for the thirst to threaten to overwhelm him. It never came, the boy's blood, his scent was pleasant and didn't trigger his thirst. It seemed the more time he spent watching him, the more curious Jasper became.
The boy sighed and looked at the forest around him as though taking it in. Jasper couldn't help but think that the kid looked weak, in fact by the looks of him, if he doesn't sit down he thought he'd fall over. Instead of going back inside the boy walked forward down the path from the house. Jasper noted that he began to walk a little slower, and watched as his green eyes darted around suspiciously. Eventually he stopped in the just short of the gate and stared back at the tree Jasper was hiding behind. Jasper quickly ducked back behind it, hoping it was a fluke where he was looking.
"Hello?" the boys' voice called out causing Jasper to groan slightly. He was better than this, he was so rarely caught.
"Hello!" repeated the voice, having a harsh almost dangerous sound to it.
Jasper decided to just play along, maybe by pretending to be friendly or maybe a neighbour he could get more information out of him.
"Hi…what's your name?" asking the first thought that came to him. He knew he sounded rather stiff almost forced but he wasn't used to being around humans much. Since being turned, this kid was the first human he was able to be around comfortably. He just hoped that the boy wouldn't notice anything. Jasper moved away from the tree and moved towards the gate.
"Harry." He replied bluntly, slowly shifting his stance and placing his hand in his pockets. Jasper immediately noticed it was a defensive stance and felt the anxiety roll off him. There was something about him that screamed solider. The way he carried himself and the look in his eye warned Jasper that he shouldn't quickly judge him lightly.
"I'm Jasper Hale. I live nearby and heard we had a neighbour." He said as innocently possible.
"What do you really want Jasper?" he said stiffly. He could tell the boy was getting suspicious, so he tried sending calming and happy feelings towards him. As soon as he did however the boy glared heavily at him and took something out of his pocket.
"Come any closer and I'll throw it!" he said angrily holding a glass vial in his hand. Jasper stared at the sickly green liquid inside in shock. How had this gone this bad, so fast? He thought to himself.
"Look, Harry – "Jasper started however stopped when Harry cocked his arm back ready to throw it. Jasper had no idea what was in that vial however he was extremely confident that it wouldn't hurt him. He was a vampire and really his only enemy was wolves and fire, so he strongly doubted some green liquid would hurt him.
"Leave now!" he screamed. When Jasper didn't move, Harry threw the vial over the fence at Jasper, who quickly moved to the side allowing it to hit the ground. However he regretted not moving further away almost instantly. The moment it hit the soft earth, a large green explosion erupted from the ground, blasting everything back in a ten metre radius. Jasper was sent flying and landed in a heap on the ground.
Jasper realised that this situation could only get worse, so he quickly took off and headed home. He didn't know much but he had to inform his family.
Jake
Through their connected minds Jacob knew that to Seth, the smell was strong and unfamiliar. There was no one in the tribe or pack with this scent, the leeches smelt disgusting to them, not even one of the humans in town smelt like this. Jacob assumed that this was the main reason for the alarm in his voice. As Jake followed behind him he was suddenly hit by the smell like a wave. The scent caused a bit of a distraction, to Jake he nearly veered off the path and slammed into a tree catching himself at the last second.
"T-that smell…" Jake stammered.
Seth was right it was strong, so strong that he wondered how he could have missed it. However to Jake it didn't smell off or wrong in anyway, it intrigued him as if drawing him closer.
"Where the hell did that scent come from…we just came this way…" Seth replied irritated.
Sam wouldn't be impressed that they had passed right by the intruder without noticing them at all. As they got closer and closer to the scent, it became warm and rather intoxicating to him, it seemed to cause his blood to pump faster. He could hear Seth's confused thoughts fill his head but he pushed them away and focused on the scent. Jacob tensed, he got a whiff of another scent, and this one was definitely a vampire. He pushed his large hind legs harder against the soft ground, speeding up.
"Smell that?" Seth asked curiously.
Jake didn't answer he just let out a low, threatening growl. He didn't know why but he felt very protective of whoever had that wonderful smell and he knew that if there was a vampire close to them he'd make them regret it.
Seth and Jacob finally arrived at the clearing in the middle of the forest and in front of them was a small cottage.
"The scent…it seems to be coming from in there." Seth said. However Jacob was only half listening to him. He couldn't quite concentrate on anything; all he could think about was the smell, that heavenly scent. A howl pierced the air around him. He turned around and stared at Seth, who was howling loudly.
"What the HELL are you doing Seth?" He said fuming. Seth was alerting the other pack members that something was wrong - that they were needed. He had to find out about the person they'd been tracking, he couldn't let Sam call the shots, and the way he's been lately has been more shot first and asks questions later.
"What I'm meant to do?" he said sounding confused. "Remember our last pack meeting? Sam wanted us to inform the pack immediately if any of us found…anything out of the ordinary. This is out of the ordinary, wouldn't you say?"
Jacob tried to keep his thoughts at bay, away from the surface so that Seth and the pack couldn't hear. The only thing he could do was growl quietly at Seth, he knew he was right but he didn't care. Sam would be furious if they kept this from the pack, a vampire and an unknown in their town wasn't something they should deal with alone.
Harry
Once the blonde man had run into the dense shrubs and out of sight, Harry ran back inside the house. He could've kicked himself, how stupid could he be? After everything he'd been through he just walked out into the open without his wand for protection. He was just lucky about that potion he had in his pocket, after all it could have done anything. Harry chucked darkly as he thought of the ironic thought of him being lucky. He found his wand laying on the couch in the living room; he went over and roughly shoved it in his pocket. Something about that Jasper person, made Harry's skin crawl. He kind of reminded him of the vampires that fought in the battle of Hogwarts, except his eyes were golden not the red or black that they had been. Either way, humans don't have golden eyes, so he was clearly magical in some way.
Harry picked up the hand mirror deciding it would be the safest option to consult Hermione. As he stared at the glass, he realised that she never properly explained how he could use them.
"Err…hello? "He asked looking curiously at his reflection. As it didn't do anything he kept trying.
"Show me Hermione?" he questioned and still the glass didn't transform into his best friends face.
"Herm-!"
A loud howl dropped his attention from the hand mirror to his front door. Whatever that howl had been, it sounded as though it was right outside. Realising that he had no idea how to call her and he was curious about that sound, he placed the mirror back on the table and moved to his door.
Jake
Jake began pawing at the ground nervously, he hated waiting around especially now. It felt like every fibre of his being was telling him to move and act now. Within five minutes the entire pack had arrived on the edge of the strange houses property, each already phased into their wolf forms. Seth began explaining quickly about the situation and what happened. Paul and Embry growled loudly, as if expecting a fight but Jake knew it had more to do with the excitement from getting to fight. Sam had them wait back in the shadows from the trees so that if the stranger was a threat, the pack wouldn't give them warning that they'd be discovered.
"It just appeared out of nowhere?" Leah asked confused. "How could you two idiots miss that scent?" Jake growled at the small grey wolf in front of him. Leah always had an attitude on her and it wasn't something that Jake was going to put up with today.
"Enough Jacob!" Sam shouted. Jake stopped glaring and growling at Leah and turned his head back to Sam. "We'll talk about that later, right now we've got a possible threat in that house."
"We don't know that though, do we?" Quil said innocently.
Sam turned at snapped his jaws viciously at the smaller brown wolf. Jacob hated watching Sam when he began acting like some dictator. He noticed that Quil quickly lowered his head, realising he'd overstepped and annoyed his alpha.
"Silence! If I say they are a possible threat…that's what they are. Got it?"
No one had been brave enough after that to say anything to Sam.
"Surround the outside of the house." Sam ordered.
Quietly the pack began to spread out around the small cottage. Jacob had moved to the back of the house with Seth and Jared hiding in the shadows from a few shrubs, leaving the front of the house for the rest of the pack.
He could tell the scent of the vampire was strong and seemed to be everywhere. They must have only just missed the leech. The rest of the pack had the same feeling, however they all still seemed to be on edge.
"Lucky for him." Jake thought darkly as he was picturing what he would do to that vampire.
"Who are you talking about? Who's lucky?" Seth asked.
Jake just ignored him. He was angry at him he only needed another few minutes without the pack here to get some answers. Now he realised that he might never get them.
"Someone's coming out, be ready and hold your positions!" Sam said firmly.
Jake wanted so badly to see them, but he knew that Sam wouldn't stand for it. Waiting at the back in case their prey runs seems to be where Sam keeps placing him. He was getting sick of it, Sam had to get used to the fact that even though Jake was meant to be alpha – he never really wanted that responsibility.
"Embry!" Leah shouted. Jake could feel that something had happened to Embry and the concern that his pack felt. That was it for Jake he had enough playing as Sam's puppet. He quickly kicked off from the ground and headed around to the front.
"Jake, stop!" Seth screamed. Jake just ignored him and kept moving. As he came into eye line of the house, he saw the back of a guy's head. He was standing outside the wooden fence that surrounded the house. Jake could tell that he was on edge from the way he was standing, almost as if he was ready to strike.
The boy turned around and looked Jake in the eye. Jake suddenly felt the world freeze and drop away from him, as he lost himself in the deep emerald eyes of the boy in front of him. All that mattered right now was that boy.
"Jake did you just –" Jake heard Jared begin however he tuned him out.
No, I couldn't have just imprinted…on a guy. Jake had always thought of himself as straight, how could his imprint be a guy? He recognised the feeling of love and protection that had overwhelmed him from descriptions others in the pack had when they imprinted. He snapped back to reality as he saw a large dark silver wolf leap over his imprints head and land heavily on him. Jake felt like someone had punched his heart.
"No!"