In case you guys haven't caught on, this story is a crack fiction. Most of the scenes I have written are just because I want to. This chapter is mostly a set up chapter for even greater scenes. I'm trying to build a world here with several different directions and if one day I get to fully write them all out I think, if not the full story then at the very least the small stores will make since. Ignoring the prechapter scenes, the chapters are choppy because I want to slide in scenes like the one in the bottom of this chapter which allows me to set up a new element.
This story is allowing me to test all the ideas I got running around my head. Yeah, converting them into a Harry Potter/Twilight Crossover is difficult but worth the challenge.
The element for the La Push pack is takes on some ABO settings but not in the form that you are thinking. I want it to scream Harry Potter but in the Twilight voice. I for one am laughing imagine it. The Mpreg can be blamed on the fanfiction author I liked reading. They came out of nowhere with it and it pissed me off so much I decided you as my readers need to suffer with me. How dare they Mpreg the story.
Next chapter, and only you guys who actually read this will see this piece of news, I am planning a 3-some of male/male/female because I have always wanted to write a swinger's chapter.
Also, for those whom care, this chapter is late because I was rendered blind for a little bit. Don't worry, from what I can tell the medication is working. I only need to keep resting my eyes.
~Loner
Ps. Yes. I'm very much aware that this chapter may lose me readers.
Harry did bite. Pretty damn hard too.
It was so bad that the first thing his friend turned bed partner did was buy him a human fitted muzzle, also known as a face lock. Harry, who opened the gift in front of the group, was a bit embarrassed.
The first thing he did was toss it into his closet.
However, as time wore on and humans became more open minded, bringing sex into the foreground of society. Harry found himself digging the gift back out. With each passing article about transmitted diseases, the unrational part of his mind drove him to paranoia. Did magical being catch sexually transmitted diseases? He didn't know. So far, he had been lucky. He hadn't picked anything up, but it only took one time….
As he explored more with his sexuality, he grew quite grateful for the gag gift his long-passed friend had given him. He really did have a biting problem…
And, it was starting to morph into a growling problem without the sensation of skin between teeth.
Harry didn't moan when he was in the throes of passion. He growled.
Maybe it was because he was a wolf animagus? He had heard somewhere that people tended to take on the traits of their animal transformation. That was why the flight instructor had the interestingly gold eyes of a hawk and Professor McGonagall was able to sneak up on her students. Okay, so Professor McGonagall was a bad example as her animal traits where hard to tell apart from actual skill. Sirius, though, had that bark of a laugh, and Peter just looked like a rat pretending to be human.
Whatever the reason, Harry didn't appreciate the comparison between him and, usually, Vampires or, occasionally, werewolves.
He only really need it when he was messing around with humans anyway. Most magical creatures didn't need to worry about any transmitted diseases. He, later, found that any human who said it was fine, he really needed it. Never trust a human when they say they were fine with you biting. There are very few reasons for a human to accept the kind of bites Harry's jaw can replicate.
On a side note, cleaning up dead bodies isn't as easy as it looks. You should always call a professional cleaner…
Chapter 5: Fucking Rabid Dog…
"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,…" Ronald Wesley's, Harry's very first friend's, voice echoed through Harry's head when he looked up at the sunny sky. Harry's nose wrinkled in distaste, eyes taking in the rainbow hanging in the sky after the nights rain. The man could still remember his friends freckled hand twirling his wand with his words. The expectation in his eyes as he recited the phrase. It's strange, Harry thought as he tore his eyes away from the thing that brought up the memory, looking towards the path leading to the forest behind his house, the things life reminds you of.
With slow and lazy footsteps, Harry followed the dirt path leading from his backdoor, through the small yard and to the forest. Something about the smell of fresh rain mixed with the forestry scent always called to Harry. He couldn't resist its allure. He had already sent an email to the school from a dummy account pretending to be Leo Luve's parents about his sudden holiday from class the moment the first clap of thunder reached his ears. He had already predicted he wouldn't be able to bring himself to ignore the forest's siren call.
As Harry passed the first line of trees, his body began to shift. First, it was his hands. Then, not long after his body began to hunch over as bones began to rearrange themselves. By the time he had made it five steps, what was once a human figure was already a wild looking black wolf taking off on all fours into the forest. In wolf form, Harry sniffed the ground, reacquainting himself with his territory.
If anyone had been looking, they would have just seen a shaggy haired wolf taking the time to mark the seemingly random tree in the woods. In reality, though, Harry was peeing on a tree that carried a heavy smell of blood and corpses, which he associated with the smell of Vampires.
Harry leaned down and sniffed another patch of grass. With a sneeze that shook his big head, Harry trotted on, following the rancid smell. Every few trees, he would stop and pee on the tree before sticking his nose back to the ground.
The trail ended with a dried-up corpse soaked in rain water.
With a snort and a shake of his mighty head, Harry peed on that too.
"Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."
SKIP –
Harry took a sip of coffee from the mug in his hands as he shuffled unwillingly towards the school the next day. Ignoring the worried whispers and conversation going on from the students around him, Harry savored the burning taste of coffee in his alcohol. He cradled the mug in his hands, occasionally blowing on it to give the illusion of cooling the liquid.
At his locker, Harry met with 'My names not Jimmy.'
"Are you okay, Leo?" Jimmy asked in concern, his face contorted into a nervous mess.
Harry stopped walking, blowing on his mug before taking another gulp of the liquid. For a minute , he pretended not to hear the boy standing next to his locker as he reluctantly peeled a hand away from his precious mug and reached to put his combination into the lock. Only after the lock was open did Harry look at Jimmy. Pretending to be surprised, Harry exclaimed in a false cheery voice, "Oh, Jimmy. Good morning." Then, his face falling back to a neutral look, he opened his locker door. "What the hell are you going on about so early in the morning?" he grunted, drinking on his coffee as he tried to force his vision to focus so he could find his text books.
"Haven't you heard the news?" Jimmy asked, watching Harry struggle.
"What news?" Harry blinked a few times. Nope, still blurry. Damn it. "This is annoying," Harry murmured to himself as he squinted at his locker. Despite his troubles, Harry looked relaxed. Instead of reaching into the locker, Harry stood staring at the blur of colors and awkward shapes and continued to gulp down his drink.
Jimmy sighed, finally tiring of watching Harry stare at his locker. He reached passed Harry and plucked a textbook from the locker. Handing it over, he said, "You know, the news about the dead guy found in the woods."
Harry hummed, reaching for the offered book. "What about it?" Gulping down the rest of his drink, Harry placed the mug in his locker and closed it.
"You know, you might find your books easier if you'd stop drinking so early in the morning," Jimmy lightly scolded his friend. "Anyway, the location of the body sounded close you where you live."
Harry shrugged. "I don't know," Harry said as he turned to go to class with Jimmy. "What does it matter anyways? It's not like there's some serial killer out there. I'm sure I don't have to worry."
Jimmy shrugged. "True, but it never hurts to be cautious."
Harry rolled his eyes as they walked into the classroom.
SKIP –
Puberty in a small village.
That one statement summed up Jacob Black's life right now.
His village couldn't really be called a village. No really. Taking out all of the open fields, long winding roads, push the buildings together and you get yourself a nice little town around the size of Forks next door. The rules were the same as a small town. Go to school, follow the stop lights, don't walk in the middle of the roads, ect. No, what made his little town a village was the people.
Everyone needed their space, Jacob got that. He needed his space too. However, when it took him 45 minutes just to walk to the convenience store without seeing any houses along the way, then we have an issue. No body dared to even enter another's private property, either.
If you lived in the town, the people loved you. They would easily wave you over to sit and have a chat while letting you munch away on whatever snack they had brought out. They laughed and told all kinds of stories that kept you entertained for hours. They always had time for you.
On the other hand, if you were just 'passing through,' give it up. The inhabitants already saw you coming down the street a mile or 2 off. They're liable to slam the door in your face, even if you were mortally wounded. Then, and Jacob has actually seen it happen, after your body grows cold lying on the street or, maybe, just get tired of looking at you, they call the only person in town that had some hospitality: Billy Black.
Billy, or, rather, William as is on is ID, Black was Jacob's father. His father looked pretty young for a 40 something year old, with black hair that reached just below his shoulders and never seemed to get tangled even with the windows fully down. He was rather well built and smart as a whip. Stern but not overly strict. Put him together with Charlie Swan, his best friend from Forks, it was like putting two children in a candy shop.
As great as a man that his father, Billy, was, the man had one glaring flaw to Jacob, and that was his disability.
Jacob loved his father. He really did. But Jacob was only 16. It was hard sometimes being the only one to take care of the house, run the business, and still live a life as a child should. Sometimes Jacob just wanted to throw it all away. Just start running and never look back.
However, Jacob was a good child. He did as he was told, learned to work on cars between helping his dad instead of playing with friends from school. Never once did Jacob dare to breathe a sigh of discontentment with the lot thrown at him.
Jacob had sisters. Two in fact. Both, however, had already moved out and away from the town. They called every now and then, but that was the extent of their involvement. Jacob was jealous of them sometimes. It wasn't fair to them, but he couldn't help how he felt when the world seem to want to swallow him whole with the responsibilities left behind.
It was on a particularly bad day that Jacob Black allowed himself to be talked into going out with his friends from school. He had had alcohol before. His dad often passed him a bottle of beer telling him not to tell anyone where he got it. So, he thought, why not?
Then, he had met a guy he couldn't remember the next day.
Jacob knew it was a bad idea going straight to school right after waking up from a one-night stand. What could he do, though? His father was still home and going back during school hours was just asking for a beating. Honestly, going to school was his safest option, even if it earned him a lot of stares. His only saving grace was that no one knew who he had slept with.
If you didn't count the ones who were there to watch him walk away with the stranger, that is.
"So?" Seth asked, trying to be discreet. The boy had looked one direction, then the other, making sure no one was looking.
Jacob pretend not to understand what Seth was getting at. "So, what?"
Embry growled lightly, punching Jacob in the arm. "We want to know how your first time was."
Jacob turned red from the tips of his toes up to his hair line and looked away.
Seth tilted his head in innocent confusion. "So, either that good or that bad."
"Come on, man," Embry said, "We're your best friends. We won't judge. Unless it's bad. Of course, we have to judge then."
Jacob sighed, covering his face with a hand. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" two voiced exclaimed almost at the same time.
Sinking even lower in his seat, face still burning in embarrassment, Jacob said, "I don't remember."
Seth and Embry shared a look, before turning back to Jacob. "Hey, Jack, buddy, o'l pal," here, Seth hesitated, "do you happen to remember using protection last night?"
"Yeah, regardless of whether it was good or not isn't important…" Embry trailed off, his eyes never leaving Jacob's still form.
Jacob tried to think back on what he could remember of his one-night stand. Thinking hard, Jacob could only remember soft black curls wrapped around his fingers and the smell of smoke and ozone reminisce of a forest fire after a heavy rain hidden under alcohol. "No…." Then, it hit him, "Oh. My. God! No. I don't remember." Jacob panicked.
There was a very old legend in the Quileute tribe passed down by word of mouth. Like all the tribe's stories, the legend was vague and open for interpretation to the individual clans men. Unlike the other stories, though, this one was told only once in passing and only when the listener turned 11. After the story had been passed on , they are forbidden to ever repeat the story unless to their own children when they are of age.
Jacob and his friends didn't know the reason this particular story was only allowed to be told once to each person. Most of the adults he had asked about it pretend not to know what he was speaking of. Even after he had retold the story verbatim to what his father had told him, he would only receive confused looks in return. Then the person would laugh and comment on how active his imagination was.
Now, Jacob might be a little slow, as it took him about a week of retelling the story, but even he noticed the anomalies in the people around him when it came to the story that shouldn't be repeated. For one, not just the adults but the older children, too, seemed to have forgotten the story. It was almost like the story he had heard hadn't been told. Even his father, the one who spun the tale to him that night, had forgotten all about telling it to him.
It was a story about a young Quileute's coming of age. One so outlandish, Jacob and his friends had been left with many questions and no one to turn to. His father seemed to blank out every time he asked, and the elders would shush him almost immediately like they knew but didn't want to bring bad juju to the tribe. The best he and his little group of friends could do was debate among themselves on its meaning.
"Hey," Seth said, trying to calm his buddy down, "It's just a legend." Granted, it was a frightening legend, the boy added in his mind. As a young male, Seth still had an immature mind. He didn't quite understand sex and hormones yet. At 15, the baby of the group of tribe's men, Seth was just starting to notice the changes of his body. He didn't have the extra year that Jacob and Embry had in dealing with changes with the body.
Seth only had an older sister and a mother at home. He had asked his sister once, when he was young about the difference between boys and girls. That day she had beaten him to a pulp before his mother could pull her off him. Seth, never again, went to his tomboy of a sister for advice. Naturally, if he couldn't ask his sister, Seth would never ask his mother. He'd sooner die than go to his mother for anything related to the male anatomy or hormones. When the anxiety of the unknown got too great, Seth had to lower himself and ask his friends whether what he was going through was normal or not.
Embry nodded along with Seth's words in a show of support. "Yeah, man. You know how the old stories are. They're vague and open to interpretation. Just because the stories say the imbalance in the hormones before turning 17 can cause one to get pregnant doesn't mean people, especially males, actually get pregnant."
It was Seth's turn to nod along with Embry this time. "Exactly!" the boy exclaimed in agreement. "Human anatomy just doesn't work like that."
Logically speaking, Jacob's friends were right. The human male anatomy didn't have the necessary parts for procreation. Jacob, also, nodded. He had sat through the same science and biology classes as his friends and knew what they said was scientifically proven true. Besides, no one, not even his dad, remembered telling the legend that installed the fear of male pregnancy into their young minds. It's quite possible that it was a shared hallucination left over from their first time smoking the tribunal pipe with the elders. "You're right. At worst, if it still bothers me, I'll just go get a checkup for STDs or something." Because that's all it could be after having sex without protection.
Yet, in the back of Jacob's mind, he had a nagging anxiety and anticipation slowly wrapping around his heart.
Sadly, when dealing with legends of magic, more often than not, they are true. It's just too bad, no one was around to explain the magic in the Quileute tribe's blood.