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Harry Potter defeated Voldemort after his fifth year. Being expelled from Hogswarts he flees to America where he meets the Cullens. Will he be able to start a new life or will his past catch up with him?
Categories : Fanfictions Twilight, Fanfictions Harry Potter
Character : Edward Cullen, Harry Potter
Pairings : Edward/Harry, Harry/Edward
Warnings : Explicit sexual content, Male/Male relationship(s)
When Harrison disappeared, Edward rushed back inside the house. C.J. was laying on the floor, crying, while Alice rocked herself, saying; ‘I didn't see' over and over. The mind-reader picked up the baby and tried to calm him down but found it impossible for the child knew his father was gone.
"Alice," Edward said as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I didn't see," she repeated.
"Alice," Edward tried again. "You have to snap out of it." Her mind was chaotic, although she hadn't been able to see the Aurors taking away Harrison; she had seen that Edward would rush in to tell her that the wizard had been taken. "You are not to blame," he tried again, knowing his sister was feeling incredible guilty for not seeing this sooner.
Not having the time to snap his sister out of her shock, he dragged her over to the car, placed C.J. in the baby-seat in the back, Alice in the passenger-seat before climbing in himself and driving back to Forks at full speed, not stopping for anything. He reached Forks in record time and, after taking C.J. and Alice out of the car, quickly went inside.
"Edward?" Esme's confused voice said as she saw her son, who was carrying C.J., and her daughter walk in. "Where's Harrison?"
"He's gone, they took him," Edward babbled as he gave C.J. to his mother. Alice was safely stored in her mate's arms, still trying to overcome the shock.
"Who took him?" Esme asked as she desperately tried to calm the crying child down.
"The British!" Edward almost yelled. "Those…what did Harrison call them…aurors?" He wanted to smash something, hit something, kill someone! They'd taken away his Harrison and he was going to do anything to get him back.
Silence fell over the room, nobody knew what to say, the only sound that was heard was the erratic cries of the baby.
"There must be something we can do?" Jasper asked after calming his mate down.
"Severus gave us a list of people we could contact if something should happen to Harrison," Esme explained as she open a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. "One thing we can be certain of is that they took him back to Britain."
"I'm going to Britain," Edward declared. "I think he should come with me." He pointed to C.J. "When we find Harrison, he'd want to see his son as soon as possible."
It was settled, Edward, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie and Alice would go to Britain to look for Harrison there, while Esme and Carlisle would keep their eyes out in Forks.
~*~*~*~*~
Harry awoke. It had almost been a week since he had been taken from Canada. The aurors had taken him back to Britain and contained him inside one of Dumbledore's buildings, they didn't tell him why. He'd tried everything to get away from there but nothing seemed to work. Today he was suppose to bond to someone and he didn't even know who he was going to bond to.
Someone had left some dress robes for him. The first time he'd woken up in the room he had found a bathroom. He figured they didn't want him dead or at least not yet. He went inside the bathroom to clean up and then dressed in the dress robes. He didn't want to enter a half bond with anyone but if this meant saving C.J. he'd do it. He just hoped his son was all right; Edward would look after him, wouldn't he?
But that didn't stop the feeling of hope that someone would come and save him.
An hour later one of the aurors, Harry recognised as Kingsley from the Order of the Phoenix, came to take him to a grand room where the Weasley's were waiting for him.
"It's good to see you again, Mister and Misses Weasley," Harry told them as he hugged them; he'd always had a soft spot for them. They were one of the only ones that had been obliviated by Dumbledore when they found out about his home life.
"Harry, it's good to see you," Misses Weasley replied. She had missed her youngest son, for that is how she had seen Harry ever since his second year. She hoped that this bond would be good for Harry. She knew that Harry was one of the most powerful wizards alive. Hopefully the bond would make him have control over his magic and make sure he didn't go dark again. Dumbledore had told her all about how Harry had gone Dark and then fled the country. His magic was unstable now, too powerful for him to control and could be a danger to him and everyone around him. They had been lucky to have caught him before he'd ruined himself. She just hoped she was doing the right thing by agreeing to this.
"I'm sorry for what Dumbledore has done to you," Harry told them but didn't elaborate.
He walked over to his ex-best friends. "Can't believe you are actually here," he told them truthfully.
"It's not as if we had a choice," Ron huffed at him.
Harry shook his head and went over to Remus Lupin, saddened to see Dumbledore had gotten to him as well. He hugged him but didn't say anything. Then he saw Snape and Dumbledore. With a determined look he walked over to them.
"I guess you got what you wanted," he told Dumbledore.
"Watch your language, Potter," Snape scolded him. To stop Dumbledore from getting suspicious about their mutual understanding, they'd agreed that they'd act as if they'd still hated each other.
"I wasn't talking to you, Snape," Harry retorted.
"Now, now, gentleman none of that." The usual twinkle in the headmaster's eye had been replaced by an evil one. It made him more cautious about the headmaster. "I'm glad you came, Harry," the headmaster continued.
"Like I had a choice," Harry responded. "You know I could have stayed in America, and then you didn't have to worry so much about me losing control of my magic or going dark." Harry was trying to bait him, hoping he'd get a confession out of the headmaster.
"Now, now, Harry. We couldn't let you hurt those people, now could we?"
"Not once in the year I spent in America did I hurt anyone."
"Are you certain about that?"
Harry's eyes narrowed but didn't answer. "Let's just get this over with."
Before they could continue Harry felt his magic rising. He contemplated in letting it out of control but knew he couldn't hurt all those people even though they'd keep hurting him. He closed his eyes trying to control his magic. Someone grabbed his shoulder but was pushed away by his magic; he couldn't care about it.
"We are not able to bond him if we can't get close to him," he heard someone say and for a second he felt grateful. It felt as if his magic was once more protecting him.
"We will have to wait till tomorrow. He'll receive his full heritage by then and then we can bind him."
Snape led him back to his room when everyone concluded this was for the best. They should wait till he had received his full inherency.
"Take this, it should ease the pain," Snape told Harry as he put a vial on the night-stand when they entered Harry's room.
Harry sank to the floor; his magic was trying to get out. He took all of his control and pushed his magic through the house and back into the earth. He didn't even realise when he was picked up from the floor and placed on the bed. It took him a few minutes to open his eyes. Once he got his bearings, he realised he had been placed on the bed, and so he reached over for the potion vial that Snape had left him.
He quickly downed its contents and grimaced at the bitter taste. It wasn't until he felt the body next to him that it dawned on him that he wasn't the only person in the room. He quickly turned around facing the imposer.
"Edward?" he breathed when he recognised the person, or vampire, in front of him.
Edward nodded, concern shining in his eyes. "How are you?"
"I'm all right," Harry answered. "It'll be my birthday tomorrow. I'll be gaining my full power then. My dormant magic is wakening up, reaching out and my body is changing to acclimate the power."
"That explains the shocks I received when I touched you." Edward observed.
"I didn't realise you were getting shocked," Harry sighed and relaxed now that he knew he was not in any immediate danger. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to rescue you," if Edward could blush he would have, especially after seeing Harrison's grin widening.
"I can't leave," he responded. "The wards prevent me from leaving but I appreciate that you came here."
"I once promised you that I would stay with you throughout the entire process," Edward reminded him.
All Harry could do was nod. He was grateful the vampire kept his promise; he really needed someone close-by, anticipating how much the process would hurt him. "But when they come back, you must leave."
Edward gave him a small nod and let the wizard settled against him.
"How's C.J.?" Harry asked as he closed his eyes.
"He is fine, missing his father." Harry looked up at the vampire and gave him a slight smile. "He's safe," the vampire answered his unasked question.
"You should rest," when Harry hesitated Edward continued. "You'll need your strength tomorrow. I'll watch over you tonight."
Harry nodded and closed his eyes. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep.
Edward moved closer to the wizard, gathering him up into his arms as he slept. Before Harrison had been taken by the Aurors, he had made a promise to the wizard. He would watch over C.J. and keep him safe. He had kept his promise, when he took C.J. back to Forks and to Britain, and now that the baby was with his family he could look for Harrison.
The Cullens had tried to get into contact with Severus Snape and Madam Pomfrey, but neither had been able to tell them anything. His brothers and sister had taken him and C.J. to Britain where they'd found a family that could help them. A few days later he'd received a fire call from Severus Snape, confirming to him that Harry was, indeed, in England but he didn't know where yet. He'd let them know as soon as possible.
Another day or two later they'd found out Harrison's location. Using his mind reading ability, he'd been able to pinpoint Harrison's exact placement, and with his vampire speed and strength he had been able to enter the wizard's room and encountered him with Snape.
His eyes had locked with Snape's and for the first time ever he'd been able to read the older wizard's thoughts. Take care of him, he'd thought. For I cannot. The older wizard and the vampire had one thing in common; they didn't want this life for Harrison. Edward had nodded and waited for the wizard to leave before he kneeled down besides Harrison.
Edward had seen the distance the older wizard had put between him and Harrison but he was able to pick the younger wizard up and placed him on the bed where he'd be more comfortable. Although Edward didn't want to lay down next to the wizard, afraid he'd hurt the wizard more and he was already in so much pain, he couldn't leave him. He propped himself up behind Harrison and pulled him close.
He'd been grateful that the potion had been fast working, Harrison wasn't in pain now. He hugged the sleeping form closer to him. He needed to know Harrison was still alive. Fear had taken hold of his heart when he'd seen Harrison disappear with the three other wizards. The only sane thing that kept him going was that little boy Harrison had entrusted in his care.
His feelings for Harrison had quickly changed from friendship to something more. When Harrison had touched his cheek in Canada he'd felt as if he were on fire. His unbeatable heart was jumping inside his chest. Blood started pulsing through his veins. All because of that simple touch.
Every action he'd taken when he was with Bella was to control himself. Her blood had been so overwhelming that he was afraid he'd snap and kill her. Although he'd experienced similar reactions with Bella, it had always been her blood that provoked those reactions, and never a simple touch.
Harrison also didn't smell like a snack to him. His blood smelled of the earth and lilies, the forest and the ocean. It brought out his protective side. He'd never hurt him. He'd rather die than hurt his precious human.
Harrison woke up a few times during the day with a scream. His magic would crackle in the air before he'd send it back into the earth. When his magic was once more under his control, he would fall right back asleep, for the process was rather exhausting.
At midnight exactly Harrison woke up screaming. His magic reaching out to Edward, to the bed, to the cupboard, to everything around him. All Edward could do was hold him close as the wizard's magic kept building up.
A soft golden light illuminated from the wizard's body giving him a warm glow. All the while Harrison was screaming out loud. The pain was excruciating. It felt as if his bones were breaking and then repairing themselves. His magic was pushing against his flesh, trying to get out; only to settle back in.
He'd never felt this much pain before. Even the cruciatus curse wasn't this bad. He couldn't keep the pain inside him and the pain potion wasn't helping anymore. He kept screaming, not even bothering to be embarrassed as he showed his weakness in front of the vampire.
It took up to four hours before the wizard's screams stopped. All the while Edward had held him close, hoping his presence would ease the pain; if only a little. Harrison had closed his eyes and for the first time Edward had actually appreciated his vampiric abilities. He had been afraid Harrison's heart would stop beating but only with his enhanced hearing could he hear the soft thumping it made.
Harry moaned as he opened his eyes, which landed on the person below him. During his screaming he had somehow managed to lie atop of his bed partner. Cedric? – was his first thought but the first thing he actually said was "Edward?"
"How are you feeling?" The slight disappointment that Harrison's first thought was about his dead lover wasn't heard in his voice.
"I'm fine," Harry replied. "I'm not in any pain, just a little sore."
Edward, you better leave, the thought was loud and clear to the vampire and knew Snape had directed it at him. "I have to go," Edward told the wizard.
Harry moved off the vampire and nodded his head. He couldn't move much yet, for his limbs felt as if they weighed a hundred pounds. The vampire was gone before Harry could reply.
The door opened and a moment later a vial was pressed against his mouth. "Drink this, Potter," the snarl was heard in the potion master's voice alerting him that someone else was in the room with them.
He swallowed the bitter potion, at least as much as he could. "He should be up in a few hours," the potion master told the other person in the room. A moment later a door opened and he was once more alone in the room. Not even Edward returned…
TBC
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