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Heres chapter 5 for Harry Potter and the Shapeshifters Bond. Big shout out to mattcun, Turbis, davycrockett100, Psyka, Guest and michaelc100 - thanks for reviewing I really appreciate it.
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Jasper

After Carlisle had come back from visiting and treating the wolf pack, he had become very concerned and called a family meeting. They had to wait for Edward to return from visiting Bella, she had called him earlier that day saying that she missed him – Jasper was sure he heard her over the phone say the words '…ached for him…'. Seeing as they had spent the last few days attached to each other Jasper thought her request was rather odd, however 'odd' seemed to fit Bella perfectly. Finally after ten minutes of waiting Edward arrived which Jasper was extremely glad about as he had been using those ten minutes desperately trying to distract himself from Carlisle's emotions. The family were sitting on the large white couch in the lounge room while Carlisle stood in front of them; judging from how he was feeling Jasper was sure that if Carlisle had been human he would have been pacing the floor and biting his nails nervously. Only once Edward had taken his place leaning on the piano off to the side of the room did Carlisle explain what happened with the wolves. The additional patient that he had been asked to look after fit the description Jasper & Alice had given the family about Harry – their new mysterious neighbour.

"Are you sure Carlisle?" Alice queried. As the words left her mouth, Jasper could feel anxiety roll off of her in waves. He completely understood what his little mate was feeling, after everything this new development seemed extremely suspicious.

"Yes, he was exactly as you both described a young short boy, messy raven hair & green eyes with round glasses."

"So do you know which mongrel attacked him? Judging from Jasper's comments it sounded like the kid could handle himself." Emmett asked with a sly smile. Jasper tried not to smirk knowing what Emmett would have been thinking. Whoever took down Harry would have been the one Emmett would want to challenge if the situation ever arose.

"Do think before you open your mouth Emmett, he's just some stupid human child. How can he defend himself?" Snarled Rosalie.

Jasper hated being in the same room as them these days; he's been alive for a while now so he understands that breakups are difficult but spending all day feeling high combinations of fury, annoyance & jealously has come to grate on his nerves.

In response to his ex-girlfriends subtle insult he made a deep groan before turning in his seat and glaring at the blonde vampire. "Rosalie…the kid is packing grenades. Wish I had seen that fight; flee ridden mutts versus high level explosives - better than any action movie I've seen lately." Emmet said chuckling merrily.

"I never said they were grenades Emmett." Jasper injected watching as the humorous expression faded from Emmett's face to be replaced with deep confusion…which really didn't suit him. Last time Jasper had seen it on Emmett was when he was still together with Rosalie and after paying more attention to wrestling on paper view than his girlfriend, he was confused when she slapped his face and stormed out.

"That day he pulled out what looked like a vial filled with some green liquid. I'm not sure what it was but I can tell you for certain that it wasn't a grenade." Jasper clarified.

"I think we need to find out more about Harry. He obviously isn't a fan of the wolves now and I'm assuming that when you treated him you were able to confirm that he's not either a vampire or a wolf from a different pack." Edward said.

Jasper wanted to remind Edward that the boy had green eyes and when he caught Edwards's eye, the mind reader just gave him a smirk.

"Contact lenses to blend in." he said simply.

Jasper had to agree that if he was trying to remain hidden from humans and his family it wasn't a horrible idea. However the idea that Harry is with the Volturi seemed wrong to him. When he picked up Harry's emotions that day all he felt was anger and fear - hardly what he would expect an agent from the Volturi coven.

Suddenly a small hand grasped his forearm tightly, knowing it was Alice he turned and placed an arm gently around his small mate. As her eyes grew distant and her face became void of all emotion he knew that she was having a vision and after a few minutes that happy light returned to her eyes as she gave him a smile. They were two of his favourite things about living forever; her smile that seems to return some warmth to his forever freezing body and getting to stare into her golden eyes that hid some hidden light behind them.

"Harry isn't a threat but I think it's a good idea that we should find out more about him." She said happily.

"How do you know? What did you see Alice?" Rosalie said sitting up more in her seat glaring at her vampiric sister.

He knew that his family had some issues with the fact that Alice couldn't always tell them about her visions, as they were always changing and there was a chance that they could become worse if they changed them or even knew certain details. However when Alice didn't reply quickly, Rosalie started to clench her fists tightly into the leather couch; he couldn't help but lowly growl at the blonde.

"Rosalie…" Carlisle said the warning clear in his tone.

Rosalie huffed dramatically before throwing herself back into the couch. Jasper gave a slight nod of gratitude to his coven's leader before turning back to Alice.

"I can't really say as my vision is still missing sections as it appears to do when it has to do with Harry or the wolves but I can say that he's no real threat to us." Alice said beaming at Carlisle however her smile slipped slightly at the sound of a groan.

"But you can't know that for certain, can you?" Rosalie said rolling her eyes.

"Well…no however…" Alice began before Rosalie cut her off.

"Exactly!" she said happily as though her point was now solid.

"Enough Rosalie!" Esme snapped from Carlisle side. Esme as always was the mature arm that seemed to keep the family of vampires in check when things got a little out of hand, which in situations like this Jasper was extremely grateful for.

"Look, Harry will be joining Forks High with us for the new term. We can try and get some information out of him then." Alice said bluntly her earlier happy mood has seemed to be killed by Rosalie. Jasper sent her calming and happy emotions to try and get that smile back on her cute face.

Harry

The day finally arrived which would see Harry head to muggle school and he wasn't impressed. That morning when Harry awoke he glared out his window, watching the rain lightly hit the glass before running down – he found it oddly soothing. The best part of living in Forks was it reminded him of home with its wet and bleak weather. Harry wasn't sure if he should be angry that he was being forced into going back to school or excited that someone from the order was coming. Since being on the run after the fall of Voldemort Harry hadn't seen anyone from his old life; Ron, Hermione, McMillian and for a time Podmore were the only friendly faces he saw. Although if he was to think about it, McMillian was more of an ally, he wasn't sure if she counted as a friendly face; she wasn't really friendly to anyone and had the kind of face that stereotypically seemed to haunt children's nightmares. At the thought of finally being reunited with one of his friends he had a sudden burst of energy, Harry leapt out of the bed and started to get ready. The remaining members of the Order floated through his head as he considered which ones McGonagall and McMillian would have sent before mentally crossing them off as he showered and pulled on his clothes for the day; Luna was still finishing off her NEWT year, the teachers – Flitwick, Sprout, McGonagall would all be required at Hogwarts & Malfoy was absolutely out - even though they'd mostly sorted their issues with each other Harry doubted his history with the Ministry of Magic would allow him to leave the country.

McMillian had informed him that they would be arriving today to take him to school, however after hours of waiting - no one had arrived. Before McMillian had left yesterday she threatened Harry that if she found out he had left the house alone she would painfully hex him and take great pleasure out of it. The hard glint in her eye and the smirk that sent a shiver up Harry's spine told him that the old witch was serious.

Eventually that night an owl arrived with a letter. After he had taken the note from the large barn owl and seeing the small green handwriting on the front Harry quickly tore it open.

Harry,

I'm given to understand that McMillian has informed you that your guardians would have been arriving today. Unfortunately there has been a slight issue that has arisen, which I'm afraid I shall need them for. However as soon as possible I'll send them over, in the meantime stay in the house and don't worry about school - I'm sure you won't mind to starting a few days late.

I'll be in touch when I can,

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Harry stared at the hastily written note trying to see if he can find any extra information he might have missed however there was nothing. Harry quickly folded up the note, placed it in his pocket and ran upstairs to his room. Finally, finding what he was looking for he snatched the mirror from under the bed and called out for Hermione. If the order wasn't going to tell him anything maybe they had let something slip to Hermione or even Ron.

However when he called out for his friends the mirror didn't ripple and show their smiling faces instead the silver ornate handle grew warm and vibrated slightly in his hands. Harry stared at the small hand mirror puzzled, he was sure he was doing everything that Hermione had suggested so he tried again. Try as he might the mirror continued to reflect his impatient expression back at him, until a sickening thought struck Harry and made him feel infinitely worse than what Dobby's bludger ever could. Hermione had said that the mirror would turn hot for two reasons; either they were talking to each other or they had been attacked. Harry kept telling himself that they were most likely being all 'lovey dovey' and there was nothing to worry about. Until a horrid voice in the back of his head reminded him of why he was calling his friends in the first place…the order was in trouble and was keeping him out of it.

"Hermione…Ron" Harry whispered to himself in disbelief.

Paul

It had almost been a week since the incident with Harry and Paul couldn't help but feel guiltier each day. The cold and distant looks from his fellow pack and certain tribe members ensured that he would never forget what he did - he broke one of their most scared laws, he attacked and almost killed an imprint. Although, if the goal of their glaring was to ensure he never forgets, Paul thought it was a waste of time. Since that day Paul had trouble getting the metallic taste of Harry's blood out of his mouth, everything he ate seemed to taste of it.

Paul had been ecstatic when the council had pardoned him from Harry's attack. While he had breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that almost all of his pack weren't happy especially the extraordinarily pissed Jacob. When the verdict had been passed by their tribe's elders Paul and kept his eyes firmly focused on Jake; slowly his face pulled tight into a nasty snarl. He might not be able to read his mind while they were human however he was sure that Jake was considering the pros and cons of killing him in front of the whole tribe. Instead Jacob had quickly left not looking back once, the last thing Paul saw of Jake was swish of his tail as he phased and disappeared into the forest. He wasn't sure what would happen once he'd been cleared; would the tribe stop treating him like a murderer or would the look of disappointment and anger finally dissipate from Sam's face – neither stopped in fact it got worse.

He found that most of his spare time when he wasn't at school on the reservation or running patrols, he spent with Embry. Even after so long they had no idea what happened to him and how to fix it – the tribe's healer and even the vamp doctor had been to see him with zero results. The blood sucker had said that he was most likely in some type of coma and would come around when he was ready. He wished desperately that Embry would wake up; he was the only one of their tribe that hadn't condemned him. Paul knew that that was only because he was unconscious and that if he was to awake he would probably be as furious as Sam after all Embry was all about being fair and doing the right thing.

Jacob

He had spent every waking second scouting around Harry's house trying to make sure that he was still safe and trying to get a glimpse of the green eyed cutie. It felt as though every part of Jacob yearned for Harry; to be close to him, to speak to him…to touch him. However with Embry still out of it he knew the risks if he just jumped that fence, no matter how tempting it was.

He knew that it may be considered weird that he was essentially stalking his mate especially with Seth reminding him every day but with the sudden appearance of two unknown vampires he wasn't going to take any chances. The pack had been looking for them consistently since Sam & Leah first came across their scent, but no matter where they looked those two-sets of fangs remained elusive.

Since Harry had returned from Jakes house, he never once left his home. At first Jake was worried that something had happened and that his mate may be hurt thankfully Harry had strolled by a window and Jake felt his body calm down and relax a bit, which was good as he was thinking of doing something crazy.

Jake felt so grateful to have a friend like Seth; he'd been keeping an eye on Harry for him while he ate or if he was needed at the tribe. Even though he thought that keeping this close of an eye on Harry even if it was for protection was a bit overkill. One night after Seth had arrived with a message from Sam a loud hoot caught their attention. It was a large brown owl that soared over the tall trees before flying into the clearing of Harry's house.

"Err, Jake what kind of owl is that?"

Over the years from living with the tribe you get to learn a lot about the animals and plants around the area. One thing that Jake knew was that owl wasn't native in this area. So he just shrugged his shoulders at his friends puzzled face.

"He's going to fly into Harry's house…" Seth said with slightly widened eyes.

Jake turned back around and watched as the owl grew closer and closer to the fence line. Jake didn't like to see any animal injured but there was no way to stop it now. However the owl flew peacefully over the fence line and soared up to one of the windows.

"That owl has no idea how lucky he is." Seth said laughing. "I was expecting barbeque owl."

Jake glared at Seth. No matter what he said he knew that Seth would have been upset if the owl had died or was injured by whatever was protecting Harry's house.

"That was weird though, I've never seen an owl act like that before. Have you?" Seth asked as they watched Harry open the window and let the owl inside.

Instead of answering Seth, Jake picked up a rock from near his feet and threw it just above the fence. Immediately it froze in mid-air for a few seconds before it disintegrated before him.

"Well, I don't know about you Jake but I would hold out on trying to get closer to Harry for the time being." Seth advised beaming innocently at Jake.

"Shut up!" Barked Jake hoping it would get rid of Seth's irritating smug smile. He then groaned when it only had the opposite effect.

"So you've got some message for me…" grunted Jake.

"Oh right. The new vampires were finally spotted a few miles from here." Seth said calmly even though he was watching his best friends face contort into some odd expressions.

"What! When?" Jake demanded.

"Jarryd informed the pack that he saw them this morning draining two poor saps down by a gas station. When he got closer to try and save them, they just took off…they were too fast for him to catch up." Seth reported wearily. "Sam wanted me to let you know that it looks as if they are heading this way."

Jake couldn't believe it, he had been trying to convince himself that they were probably here to see the Cullen's before leaving or they were just passing through. Either way he knew the pack could deal with them, instead they keep slipping through their fingers killing innocent along the way.

After Seth had left to start his patrol with Leah, Jake could have sworn he heard some groaning coming from the house however as soon as it started it faded. He assumed it was just his over protectiveness for Harry playing jokes on him. Jake decided to what around the area and check that the vampires weren't lurking anywhere to try and clear his head. It was fairly late when he got back, he sat in his usual place just under Harry's window and was slightly surprised that his light was still on and the window was opened. He felt himself start to doze as he watched Harry's window hoping to catch a glimpse before falling asleep.

Harry

It had been a few hours since he received McGonagall's uninforming letter and has spent the time since then convincing himself that if something had gone wrong they would have told him especially if it involved Ron or Hermione.

Harry went up to the small library that he had found next to the potions lab and perused the titles hoping to find something that he could delve into, that was satisfactorily distract him. Unfortunately there was nothing that grabbed his interest; it was mostly a lot of history books which as marks from History of Magic would tell anyone - wasn't a passion of his.

Giving up Harry retreated to his bedroom where he grabbed his backpack from the floor. He knew that McMillian had made him promise that he wouldn't leave the house however he was starting to hate feeling so cramped and besides he needed to get his mind of Hermione and Ron. Finally after riffling though it he had found his distraction - his silvery invisibility cloak and his Firebolt.

After ensuring that he had his wand safety secured in his pocket he left the house and headed into the forest with his most important possessions. After he had walked through the thick trees for a while, he carefully looked around for any sign of a muggle. The last thing he wanted to do was to draw attention from the American Ministry or break any wizarding laws. From the moment he had left the house he had the feeling that someone was watching him, so he slowly pulled out his wand.

"Lumos" he whispered. He knew that whoever was watching could be muggle but he could always say it was a torch – after all it was so dark they wouldn't know he was lying. Finally Harry gave up after scouting around, he couldn't see anything or anyone; he just chalked it up to living on the run for two years.

He quickly dispelled the light from his wand and mounted his broom, once he put his wand back safely in his pocket he grabbed his father's cloak and threw it over himself. He knew that he couldn't go too fast or the invisibility cloak could fall off and the cloak repels most spells used against it which means the sticking spell would be useless. However Harry didn't mind, even going slow he loved the feeling when he flew; the surge of adrenaline that courses through his veins and the overwhelming feeling of freedom is tough to beat. Once he was sure that the cloak was as secure as it was ever going to be, he slowly kicked off from the ground. He rose higher and higher until he was above the canopy of the forest, he lazily let the tips of his shoes nudge the tops of the trees. Looking out at the view, in which the moon seemed to have touched almost everything in sight made him smile, it was truly breath-taking. All through his fourth and sixth years Harry loved flying around the castle grounds, skimming across the water of the lake & flying laps around the Quidditch pitch, it was a way to relax. He wasn't the 'Chosen One' or 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' – just Harry.

After a few minutes Harry flew back down to the ground and jumped off his broom. He desperately wanted to keep flying but he knew that if he kept going with his luck McMillian or his guardians would show up and they'd be hell to pay. He knew it wasn't worth it. With a sigh he roughly folded his invisibility cloak up and slid it under his arm as he made his way back to the house.

CRACK!

In the second it took Harry to turn around at the sound behind him, he had already dropped his cloak and broom and had produced his wand from his pocket aiming it in front of him.

"Who's there?" Harry demanded into the darkness that surrounded him.

However other than the deafening silence and stillness of the forest, there were no more sounds. Harry knew that someone had followed him and now he had his proof.

"You've got three seconds before I attack!" Harry threatened. If he was going to go down, he'd go down fighting no matter who they were.

"1…2…" Harry counted slowly strengthening the grip on his wand with each second.

"Okay! Don't attack, it's just me." A familiar voice called out.

"Come closer."

Harry could hear their footsteps now as they got closer; he desperately wanted to light the area up or just stun them. After all if they were friendly he could just regenerate them afterwards.

The stranger walked forward into a beam of moonlight that had penetrated the canopy above Harry's head and he felt his heart start hammering against his ribcage.

"Jacob?" Harry asked trying to hide his shock. When Jacob nodded Harry quickly put his wand behind his back. "What are you doing here?"

Harry desperately wanted to reach out and touch his face. While there wasn't much light from the moon, Harry could clearly see that Jacob was only wearing a pair of tight blue shorts.

"What are you Harry?"

"What are you talking about?" Harry replied trying to keep his voice as smooth as possible so his feelings of panic wouldn't be too noticeable.

"I think we need to talk…" Jacob said gesturing to the ground where he took a seat obviously meaning for Harry to join him. Cautiously Harry joined him on the damp earth, careful not to gaze up into his eyes; if he did he knew he'd be lost and wouldn't be able to lie about whatever Jacob thought he saw.

They spent the next hour on the ground next to each other. Harry was reluctant to talk about what he was until Jacob took the lead explained what he was and even transformed into his wolf as proof. When he stood up to phase he started to slowly pull down his shorts. Harry forced himself to look away while he did it, he knew he'd kick himself later for not seeing what Jake was equipped with but he didn't want Jake to think he was a pervert. Harry was amazed at Jacobs wolf form, he was absolutely gorgeous. He could feel his face get redder as he thought about how Jake would need to turn back and the state he would be in when he did. Harry slowly opened up to Jake about what he was and even showed him his wand. He wasn't sure why but talking with Jacob was incredibly easy he often had trouble talking to stranger's since around his sixth year when he started having trouble trusting people. He assumed it was from not knowing who was working for Voldemort and could try and kill him at any second; however with Jake it was comfortable. After a while Harry decided that he should probably head back in.

"I'm sorry Jake, I'd invite you in but the ward won't let you cross." Harry apologised however Jake just gave him a small shrug.

"It's okay Harry I'm just glad we talked." Jake admitted with a dazzling smile that made Harrys face feel warm again.

"Well goodnight Jake."

"Goodnight Harry."

As Harry walked back to the fence he heard Jakes voice call back out to him which he quickly spun around eager to have another reason to stare at the handsome shape-shifter.

"Can I come by tomorrow to see you?" Jake asked.

Harry couldn't help but smile noticing how nervous Jake seemed to be; he was blushing and kept fidgeting with his pockets.

"Of course, I'd love to." Harry said unable to stop himself grinning at the beaming grin of Jake. With that Jake quickly leaned forward and kissed the top of Harry's head before quickly turning around and disappearing into the forest.

Harry was stunned he didn't expect that at all but from the moment Jakes warm mouth touched him he felt a tingle flow all over his body before finishing in his groin. Here he was worried that Jake just wanted to be friends but he seemed to have something else on his mind.

Jake

Early the next morning Jake got up and waited for Seth to arrive. He couldn't believe that Harry was a wizard and even more amazing Harry agreed to see him today. Seth was good enough to agree to cover Jake while he went home and got ready. It was far from a date but he wanted to look nice, to impress his magical imprint and after spending so much time basically living outside Harry's house protecting him, he doubted that he looked or smelt amazing. He was just glad that it was dark when they spoke last night and Harry didn't seem to notice the dirt that covered Jakes skin.

Suddenly Jake was alerted by the sound of several twigs cracking over by the far side of the clearing. The scent was off and certainly did not belong to Seth. Preparing himself for a fight he quickly jumped up and looked around for the intruders. There were two people emerging from the mouth of the forest until they made their way closer to the gate. They were wearing all black clothes and what looked like thick cloaks with their hoods all the way up unfortunately hiding their faces and identifying features from view.

Jake couldn't help but be on edge by these strangers, they had met all of the features of the vampires perfectly. There was no way that they were going to get any closer to Harry.