Harry Potter sat in a wooden beach chair looking out into the horizon, the ocean shining a clear blue as the sun set. With a novel in hand, the black haired man absentmindedly listened to soft sounds of nature. The distant chatter of the people around him floated in his ears, though he did not bother to concentrate on the words, the book was more interesting than their conversations. Kind of.

The small crashing of the waves, the shifting sand as people walked upon it, the subdued chatter of- DING! A phone notification broke the serenity of the evening. Now this wasn't Harry's normal notification ding. This one had only one specific purpose. It was of course the ding of the Cullen's overspending… again.

"For fuck sakes" Harry threw 50 Shades of Grey onto the ground. His face scrunched up in frustration. "I just got rid of the stress of this family's finances. Why are they constantly spending money at the moment! I mean they've stopped the large amounts for what, 2 years"

The raven haired man hopped up from chair picking up his bloody mary in one hand and his sex on the beach in the other and took a sip from each of the straws. He marched back towards his hotel room to properly check what the Cullens have done now. Maybe another island was needed, he thought sarcastically.

Walking into the lobby with his now empty drinks, he went straight to the bar and ordered two more. The bartender noticed him straight away and gave him the one over.

"Yes, I'm a handsome lad, get over it. Now I want a long island iced tea". The bartender nodded and leaned over to grab the glass that was needed. As this was done Harry noticed that this wouldn't be enough for him not to be angry at the presumably idiotic and unnecessary spending that would appear on the account statement.

"Could I also have a espresso martini and another sent up to room 238 every half hour… please"

The bartender nodded again and placed the long island iced tea infront of him. Harry sat there, one hand holding the glass and the other rubbing his head. Looking to his right he saw a group of people enjoying a seafood platter.

"One of those as well" He gestured to the food that he was eyeing. Walking towards the hallway that led to the elevator he realised that the platter was enough to feed twenty people. Damn it now they have me stress eating.

—-

Harry kicked his hotel door open, walked over to his laptop and slammed his new cocktails on the table next to it. He sat on the desk chair and proceeded to open up the bank accounts that belonged to the Cullens. He frowned as he read the contents on the screen and leaned forward in his chair in interest. The account had more than expected. Suspiciously more than expected.

This was double what was supposed to be there.

Harry stared in confusion as the account that had a balance of four million yesterday now had eight million. He scrolled through the transfers from the account for a second before he found what he was looking for.

At 5.12pm today, a transfer was made to the Cullen account by… him? What? I haven't done anything of the sort! Yet there it stated on the glowing screen of his personal laptop. '5,000,000.00 from Harry Potter as authorised by Edward Cullen.'

That little fucker did WHAT! Harry wanted to yell out of anger. I know I gave him access but what the fuck? 5. MILLION. DOLLARS?!

"The BETRAYAL!" Harry yelled as he stood up with his pointer finger waving in anger at the roof. "I can not believe that he did this and to think he was my FAVOURITE! You know what Rosalie is my favourite now." The green eyed man paced back and forth in front of his temporary desk. "The only reason he was was because of Cedric anyway."

A knock interrupted his ranting. He stopped his pacing and walked across the room to the door. Upon opening it and seeing that it was room service he greeted the man and said "Just put it on the table over there" before taking the martini from the cart and returning to the computer.

Now if 5 million was transferred and there is currently only 8 million in the account instead of 9. He began to scroll down to see the latest account deductions. Nestled in among the usually weird choice of buying unnecessary groceries and random car part purchases was a charge of 10 000 dollars to a Seattle baker. The hell? Who spends 10,000 on cake? He continued to scroll down, sipping his martini. Oh look they bought some chairs but why so many garden chai-

"WHO THE HELL BUYS 120 CHAIRS FOR 50 THOUSAND DOLLARS!" The outrage makes the words slip out of Harry's mouth instead of staying within his thoughts. He downed the rest of his martini as a knock sounded upon the door. He marched over and threw the door open to see the room service person with a new martini standing at the door not making eye contact.

"Sorry about that, also could i change it so that i just get two bottles of whiskey and a pot of coffee be delivered to my room next, thanks"

Okay, it can't get any worse. Maybe they just broke all their garden chairs and needed to stress eat cake, Harry thought as he ate a shrimp. But not even a second later he began to choke as he came across the next charge to their bank account. 80 000 on bloody flowers! Are they trying to kill me? He banged on his chest trying to dislodge the shrimp which eventually came flying from his mouth. His breathing was fast and uneven due to both the shrimp and the stupidity of the Cullen's financial decisions.

Harry's head dropped into his hands as he tried to get control of his anger and disbelief. The raven haired man took deep slow breaths for a few minutes. It was only then that his breathing came back under control. Though tears appeared in his eyes as he read about a 20,000 dollar charge for placement cards. These bitches better be having tea with the Queen and these placement cards better be printed with real gold.

After a deep breath Harry continued and came across another ridiculous expense.

Why the fuck are they buying creates of doves for… wait no that's gotta be a mistake, I mean who spends 100 thousand dollars on fucking doves. Though they may be planning to eat them for supper, maybe they killed all the animals in Forks already and need to buy food online.

"Ooh look, they hired a DJ. How cute." Harry said sarcastically. "But why does it cost 90 thousand?" Harry's mouth dropped as he started to add up the ridiculous amount they had spent on items that should NOT have cost the amount they're paying. Harry let his head fall with a loud BANG on the desk. "They better have hired Beyonce for that price"

Scrolling through the statement it became more and more clear that either it was an epic party or someone was getting married. When the page suddenly refreshes itself as it does when a new purchase is made this time for 60 servings of carbonara which cost a whopping price of 100 thousand dollars.

"They don't even EAT", the exclamation was said along with his hands palms facing the sealing and pointing at the screen. "ALSO, who the fuck spends that much on pasta. PASTA. You know what I WILL make that little bastard pay me back with money he earns stripping in a club. NO ONE in their right mind would EVER pay that much for pasta."

Harry lent back in the chair content with the thoughts of Edward Cullen being made to work as a stripper and a whole lot of people leering and touching him. The vindictive glee could not be hidden on his face. He would explode.

Harry got up and began to pace around his room again. That's it i'm going to Forks and there better be a bloody good reason for the nonsense. Heading towards the door with the intention of going back to the bar and getting shitfaced, a better idea came forth.

Since I'm so stressed I believe I need to let off a bit of steam, I wonder if that cute bartender is still around.

….ThisIsAJumpScene….

It was 4:30 when Harry awoke with a splitting headache. Looking to his side he noticed that the moon was nearing the end of it's descent, looking a bit lower to the bed Harry saw his bed companion was still asleep. I was right he does have a great arse

Harry got up from the bed and waved his wand towards the luggage that suddenly began to pack itself in his suitcase and then began to dress for the day. After shrinking his luggage and putting it in his pocket Harry headed back to the lobby to checkout before heading to check out.

Standing on the beach looking into the sunrise, Harry pulled out a tiny coffin from a bag. Upon returning the coffin to its original size, Harry pushed the coffin in the shallows of the water, the tide gently lapping at his ankles.

Climbing into the coffin and setting the course for the closest beach to the little town of Forks.

Hopefully this gives me time to calm down and not just throw them onto a little bonfire was all Harry could think before settling into a long well deserved sleep.