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Ashes in the Wind by Alvina

Rated: NC17

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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

Genre : Drama, Romance, Slash

Warnings : Explicit sexual content, Male/Male relationship(s)

Chapters : 21

Completed : Yes

Word count : 61.502

Read count: 68

Published: September 1, 2019

Updated: September 1, 2019

Ashes in the Wind Chapter 08

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Harry Apparated to his magic school, knowing that he took a great risk by using his magic because his magical signature could be traced, but losing control of his magic could have been worse; he could have hurt everyone in the muggle high school. There were simply too many problems and he could only handle one problem at a time, so the ‘don't lose control' thing was a little more on his mind compared to the ‘don't leave a magical signature' thing, especially because if he didn't get control he could hurt his son, which was something he would have never forgiven himself for. Luckily the magic school gave him a safe haven, at least from being found by wizards he did not want to see.

"Harrison," a voice said behind him. He spun around, his wand out fearing it was one of the British Aurors but it was only Jack, the headmaster. It was then that he realised he had been called ‘Harrison' instead of ‘Harry'. A sigh of relief escaped him.

"Headmaster," Harry was one of the only ones that greeted the young headmaster so formally, being used to the British way where the teachers should be addressed so.

"How many times have I asked you to call me Jack," Jack laughed as he patted the young man's back. "I see you've got a little problem." The headmaster was one of the most powerful wizards of America. One of his known powers was knowledge, if one could really call it a power; he seemed to know things before they happened. He couldn't look into the future, per say, he just somehow always knew what was going on. "Two problems, actually," he corrected. "But let us deal with the first one, shall we." As he had been speaking he had also been leading Harry towards his office.

"My magic's out of control. I don't know what is happening," Harry explained as he sank down into one of the comfy chairs. His magic was, once again, crackling in the air and it took all of his energy to push it back in.

"You are about to come of age, aren't you, Harrison?"

"Yes, this July I'll be seventeen," Harry confirmed.

"You're about to inherit your magical heritage. This means you'll come to your full powers. What else can you tell me about your magic?"

Harry thought a moment before he answered. "It seems as if it's reaching out to something."

"Yes, yes," Jack nodded his head. "Your magic is searching for its mate. Magic as powerful as yours, needs a mate to control it. I'm guessing by the amount of control it takes you to wield your magic you have either lost your mate or have found her or him."

Harry was suddenly brought back a few years past when he lost the only person he had ever loved, well, besides C.J. that is. "What if I lost my mate?" He asked. "How will I ever be able to control my magic?"

"You'll have to release it to the earth." Jack's answer was simple, as if that explained everything. At Harry's shocked look, he continued. "Everything is connected, the trees, the grass, this table, you, me, everything. I'm willing to teach you how to release your magic into to the earth." Harry smiled grateful. "Now about your other problem…"

"I know I shouldn't have Disapparated. I just didn't want to hurt anyone… Dumbledore is going to find me now, isn't he?"

Jack nodded. "The British Aurors are already in America. You know you never told me what it is you're running from."

Harry stood up and started pacing. He knew it was going to come to this; he could either lie and be taken back to Britain or tell the truth and share the same fate. Looking over at Jack, he thought about all the headmaster had taught him these past few months. Not only had Jack given him a second chance in magic, he actually believed in him. Not to mention he would graduate next week, a year earlier than at Hogwarts, and he couldn't have done that without his help. His decision was made when he stopped pacing and sighed.

"You know about the Dark Wizard that had been terrorising Britain?" he waited for the small nod before continuing. "Well, I'm the one that defeated him."

"But I thought Harry Potter…?" Jack trailed off as realisation dawned in on him. "You are Harry Potter."

"The one and only," Harry smiled, he ran his fingers through his hair showing off his famous scar; normally it was hidden behind his hair and with the use of muggle make-up, not wanting people to recognise him because of it. The moment he had stepped inside America he had left the name of Harry Potter behind and used a different one, which was why everyone addressed him as ‘Harrison'. "They are after me because I killed someone I was trained to kill."

"But why?"

"They are afraid I'll turn into the next Dark Lord or something." Harry snorted. "Like I even want all this power…"

"I can help you out, at least for the next few days. If you graduate you can use magic at them."

"Yes, but they can still take me back to Britain because I'm still underage and according to the British Wizarding Law they can take me back, even if I'm in another country."

"We'll find a way." Before Harry could protest he continued. "I'm helping you whether you want to or not. I know you, Harrison, and I know you won't turn into a Dark Lord."

"Thank you," Harry was glad for the support Jack was showing him. He'd always liked him. The headmaster didn't ask any unnecessary questions and accepted him for who he was. He'd been rather supportive when Harry told him that he was looking for a refuge where he could practise his magic openly and where no one could trace him. The headmaster had explained that any magic inside these walls couldn't be traced, not from the outside and not from the inside.

"Shall we begin?" The headmaster asked after they went to a deserted classroom. Harry nodded, his magic was trying to burst out and he was only holding on by a thread. "Close your eyes…imagine you're in an open field. The wind playing with your hair, the sun shining on your face—Can you feel it?"

Harry had closed his eyes and envisioned what the headmaster told him. "Yes," he breathed.

"Good, now you're calm enough to redirect your magic," Jack told him. "Focus on your core and send the magic to your hands." The Headmaster watched as Harry did as he was told. He knew the moment Harrison had directed all his magic to his hands when they started glowing. "Good, now push it into the ground, release your magic to the ground."

Harry did as he was told, again, and felt some of the overflow of magic leave his body. "Wow…"

"You must practise this a few times before you'll get it down," Jack explained as Harry nodded.

It took Harry exactly four days to learn how to release his magic back into the earth. On the fifth day Jack came to him to tell him that the British Aurors were at the door. With Jack diverting the company, he was able to slip away and make his way back to the Cullen's house, assuming Esme had taken his son to her own house.

He had to wait a whole second before the door opened after he knocked on it. "Harrison!" Esme exclaimed and hugged the young man close to her chest. "Where have you been? We were so worried!"

"I'm sorry Esme; there were some things I had to do…" Harry could see he had hurt her by his sudden departure. "I'll explain everything later; I just want to see C.J. first." Even though it had only been five days since he had seen his son, he had missed him terribly.

Harry looked around the room and found two pair of accusing eyes on him from the two remaining females in the room. "Hello, little man," Harry thought it best to talk to his son first.

"Dada?" C.J.'s voice was curious as he looked up. His daddy was the only person who called him that.

"Yes, little man, I'm here," he picked his son up and hugged him close. "I'm so sorry I left."

"Dada, gone," it still amazed him how bright his son was. He was only a year old and could already form simple words with meaning.

"Yes, I had to leave for a while, but I'm back now," he turned C.J. so they were face to face. "See?"

"Dada," C.J. cooed happily as he saw his father's face and reached out to him. Harry, once more, hugged his son close.

"How I missed you," he breathed into the soft hair of his son.

"Then why did you leave?" Rosalie's voice was accusing and he couldn't blame her.

"I…" Harry began but stopped. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before he continued. "In about a month time I'll turn seventeen, which means I'll be an adult in the wizarding world. This also means I'll come to my full heritage…my full magical heritage" He smiled down at C.J. when he tried to take hold of his hair, which had grown over the few months he'd been in America. "I'm one of the most powerful wizards alive; if I lost control of my magic I could have hurt someone." His eyes locked with Rosalie's. "I could have hurt C.J. or worse if I wasn't able to control it." A silence fell over the room at the impact of his words. "I left so I wouldn't hurt my son. I knew he would be safe with Esme while I worked things out. Believe me; I'd never leave him if I didn't have a good reason."

"Are you able to control it now?" Esme asked as she sat down next to the wizard.

"Yes," Harry answered. "I'll release my magic into the earth when it gets too much for me to control."

The vampires nodded as if that explained everything.

"There is something else," Harry began but was stopped when Alice interrupted.

"People are searching for you," she told him. She had seen part of the future; for some reason her gift didn't work on Harrison, at least not fully.

Harry nodded. "You know I'm a wizard," he waited for the 7 vampires to nod. He hadn't even noticed the rest of the Cullens arriving. He cradled C.J. closer to him, needing his support. C.J. somehow sensed his need and grabbed a handful of Harry's shirt.

"My little empath, always knows what I'm feeling, don't you?" he asked his son. He kissed the top of his son's head before he started his story. "About sixteen years ago a prophecy was made about a child born as the seventh month dies, who would defeat the Dark Lord with a power he knows not and the dark lord would mark the child as his equal.'

"There were two babies born on the thirty-first of July and Voldemort somehow got it into his head that I would be the one to defeat him. He found out the location my parents were hiding at. He killed my father; however, he wanted to let my mother go, but she threw herself in front of the killing curse meant for me. By doing so she gave me an ancient blood protection, with it, I was able to defeat the Dark Lord. I lost both my parents that day because some mad man was told half a prophecy…" he broke off not being able to get into it. "At that time I was one and was left at the doorstep of my relatives. I stayed there for ten years before I found out the truth, the truth about me being a wizard, the truth how my parents died. For ten years I had been led to believe that my parents died in a car accident." Harry cleared his throat; all of the talking had made his throat dry.

Esme stood up and was back within a few moments, carrying a glass. "Thank you," Harry smiled gratefully at her and took a deep gulp of the cool liquid, sighing as it slid down his throat.

"I found out, on my eleventh birthday, what I was and how my parents died; they were murdered by some Dark Wizard and I was the only one who had ever survived a Killing Curse and for some reason that made me famous." Harry let out a laugh. "I never quite understood how someone murdering your parents could make you famous."

He could feel the sympathetic stares and quickly continued. "That year I also went to a boarding school in Scotland called Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was also that year someone was after a stone that the caretaker had brought with him when we went shopping for the stuff I needed for school. I stopped that person from getting the stone by killing him when he touched me."

"What do you mean?" Emmett interrupted him.

"Because of my mother's sacrifice, the blood magic that she left over me, that person couldn't touch me without getting hurt himself. I'm not sure what happened exactly, though, because, I passed out." At Emmett's amused smirk he replied, "I was eleven," he clarified, but it only made Emmett's smirk brighter.

"The next year, my second year at Hogwarts, the memory of Voldemort tried to kill me. I don't exactly know how that happened but he somehow preserved his sixteen year old self into a diary.'

"In my third year I was the target of a murderer who had, supposedly, ratted out the location of my parent's hidden home to Voldemort, it turned out that he wasn't the rat everyone made me to believe, but my godfather, instead. He told me I could live with him, and since I didn't have a close relationship with my relatives I was ecstatic. In the end it wasn't meant to be, the headmaster thought, since my godfather was a fugitive and since I needed the protection of my mother's blood, which is the reason I had to stay at my relatives in the first place, that I should be sent back to my relatives." Harry stopped as he noticed C.J. had fallen asleep. "I'm just going to put him to bed."

Once he had put C.J. to bed, he went back into the living room where the vampires were waiting for him. "Maybe you want to continue this another time?" Esme suggested noticing how draining all of the talking had made the young wizard.

"No, I may not be able to talk about this if I don't get this out now." Harry sat back down and finished his drink. "It was around that time I started to get suspicious."

"Suspicious…how is that?" Esme urged him on when he stopped talking.

"Why would Hagrid pick up the stone with me around? Why would Headmaster Dumbledore send me my father's invisible cloak the same year? Why did the headmaster keep encouraging me into life and death situations? Why…?" he trailed off. "Let's just say I started to doubt the headmaster's motives." He took a deep breath. "It was then that I started to do research. I didn't know what I was researching but every chance I got I was reading another book about magic.'

"My fourth year was the hardest. There was a special tournament held that year at Hogwarts; a Triwizard Tournament. I was too young to enter but somehow I ended up entering it, against my will. I fought a dragon, had to hold my breath for over an hour and figure out a deathly maze. It was after the third task that the Dark Lord regained his body and came into power once more.'

"One of his followers, the one that betrayed my parents, resurrected him using my blood. This meant that he could touch me again without getting burnt. Cedric," he swallowed before he continued. "A fellow Triwizard champion was killed that day right in front of me. I was in shock a long while after that. It didn't help that the headmaster made sure I didn't receive any word from the wizardry world during that following summer.'

"I told you I was already suspicious about the motives of the headmaster. His behaviour didn't improve my suspicion either. I was left in the dark at a time where a mad man was trying to kill me. I guess you could say I didn't appreciate it. Not to mention my magic was getting out of control, apparently, that also had something to do with my magical inheritance. I didn't know that at the time but it was affecting my mood, not to mention the mad man was getting inside my head." Harry sighed as he saw the blank looks.

"I don't want to go into it at the moment if you don't mind." When he didn't hear any complaints he continued. "It was a weird year but I took to studying as much as I could. Trying to get myself ready for whatever was to come. At the end of the year I was lured somewhere by Voldemort. It was then that my godfather was killed." He stood up and started pacing wanting to get away from the concerned faces but still needing to get this out. It was incredibly difficult for him to speak of his godfather.

"I became so angry that he took away what I loved. Voldemort and I duelled." He stopped pacing and locked his eyes with Edward, somehow wanting to let him know what he had done. "I killed him." He looked away again as he started pacing. "I used so much of my magic that I passed out and ended up in a coma. Two weeks later I woke up."

The vampires didn't need to be an empath to feel the pain the wizard was feeling. "Things had changed. The ministry accused me of going dark. I heard Dumbledore saying I was only a tool to him and my so-called friends turned their backs on my when they found out…" he cut himself off. He didn't want them to know that. "Anyway, one of the professors there helped me to escape. It's weird actually, Snape and I never got along but he was one of the only ones willing to believe me and help me out."

Harry stopped pacing, once more, and sat down. "He helped me and my son move here. I'm forever grateful to him." Harry wet his lips. "They are here now to either send me to Azkaban prison, or… I don't know what they'll do. What I do know is that until I become off age they can do anything to me if it falls under the law and since Dumbledore has the ministry under his control, they can pretty much do anything they want to me."

"So…what? They can simply take you back, against your will, for a crime you haven't even committed yet and do whatever they want to you? That's complete crap!" Edward wasn't one to swear but something drew him to the wizard and an overwhelming need to protect him came with it.

"That's right," Harry replied, slightly amused by Edward's swear. "All I know is that I've got a week left for my exams, and then a month before I'll be seventeen. If I can hold them off until I'm seventeen I'll be free of them as long as I don't set foot in Britain." Harry sighed once more. "At least I hope so."

"We," Esme said, breaking the gloomy silence.

"Excuse me?"

"We've got to hold them off."

Harry stood up and shook his head. "No, I can't… I won't let you sacrifice your lives."

"Harrison, you may not have noticed yet, but we protect our family no matter what. Whether you like it or not, you are a part of this family," Esme had urged him to look at her so he'd know she was telling him the truth.

"Let's face it, squirt, you're stuck with us," Emmett joked, walking over to the wizard and hugging him. Harry gave a soft smile but doubt still clouded his thoughts. He just hoped everything would turn out okay and that no one was going to get hurt because of him, he just didn't think he could stand to see another life disappear because they were trying to protect him.