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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: 89

Published: September 1, 2019

Updated: September 1, 2019

Ashes in the Wind Chapter 10

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"You, little man, need to sleep." Harry and C.J. were sitting outside, enjoying the sun. "No, you don't," Harry said as C.J. started to crawl away. Harry picked him up and blew against his belly. C.J. shrieked in delight. "You're a little menace aren't you?"

"I'd imagine he takes after his father," a musical voice answered behind him.

"Now what makes you say that?" Harry retorted.

"Neither sleep much," was the answer.

"Sometimes I wish I could sleep. It would at least make me stop worrying for a while," he confided in Edward.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Edward noticed the moment Harry gave in. "Why don't you tell me about Poppy."

"She's the mediwitch at Hogwarts. I think I spent more time at the hospital wing than I did in class," Harry laughed. "She was one of my confidants. I never told her everything but I told her things I would never tell anyone else or at least that's what I thought at that time.'

"Unfortunately she was often obliviated." At Edward's blank look he elaborated. "Some of her memories were removed. So she often didn't remember our talks."

"Why were they removed?"

"I believe the Headmaster didn't want anyone to know what happened at my relatives," Harry closed his eyes for a moment not being able to see the inquiring look in the vampire's eyes. He hadn't been able to talk to someone this easily since… No, he wouldn't think of that.

He opened his eyes. Edward was still staring at him. He knew the vampire would never ask him the question. Harry was grateful for that. It was one of the things that made him trust the vampire. He couldn't exactly explain it but he felt safe with him. Somehow knowing that the vampire would do anything to protect him, if need be.

"My relatives weren't the nicest people around," he simply said not wanting…not being able to go into detail, at least, not yet.

"They abused you," Edward concluded, a low growl, too low for the human to hear, emanating from his chest.

Pain filled eyes turned away from the vampire. C.J., who was seated on his father's lap, felt his father's pain and reached out to him. "Dada."

"I'm okay, little man." He hugged his son closer, letting him know everything was fine. "Physical abuse, mental/emotional abuse and neglect," he eventually confided in Edward, his son giving him the strength to put so much trust in the vampire.

Edward fought hard to keep the beast inside him under control. He wanted to hunt down these people and kill them, slowly, for hurting his precious human… His? Since when had Harrison become his? He had to swallow down the venom that was pooling in his mouth.

"The headmaster didn't want people to know about this?" Edward inquired.

"No," was the only answer.

"Do you know why?" the vampire prodded. He could read the turmoil going on inside the wizard's mind. He needed to get this out one way or another.

"I would assume he'd thought this way he could control me," Harry shook his head. "And for about four years, in a way, he did but he never took my lack of faith in adults into consideration."

"Something happened to you in that fourth year that made you turn about," the vampire observed. He knew there was something he was missing and he really wanted to find out what.

"You could say that," Harry carefully placed C.J. back on the blanket so he could play with the stuffed penguin. "I mean, for three years someone had been trying to kill me one way or another but to see someone die, to see my friend die…it hurt me more than I could imagine." Harry hadn't realised how close they had gotten until he met topaz eyes with his own. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. "Not to mention I saw my parents that day."

"I thought your parents had died?"

"Yes, it's… complicated."

"Everything in your life seems complicated," the vampire observed. "I feel as if each time you talk to me I gain a piece of a puzzle only to realise the puzzle has becoming bigger."

"What if I tell you the puzzle will only become bigger?"

"Then I shall look forward to piecing it together," the vampire's smile was genuine. His eyes followed the pink tongue that was wetting the wizard's lips again, he'd noticed it was a nervous habit the wizard had. "What about friends?"

Confused eyes looked up at him. "You must have had friends at Hogwarts." A nod was his answer. "Tell me about them."

Before Harry could reply Alice rushed over to them, picked up C.J. and told them she'd see them later. Then she was gone again.

Harry and Edward shared a bemused look. The vampire hadn't been able to read his sister's thoughts because she kept thinking about clothes to buy for the whole family. "Would you like to take a walk?"

Harry nodded, got up and together they started to walk around the rather large garden. "Ron and Hermione," he finally said as they passed an apple tree. "My friend's names were Ron and Hermione. In the muggle world I was a nobody, a freak even, while in the wizarding world I was a hero. On the train towards Hogwarts I was still Harry. Ron and I shared a compartment on the train. At that time, I thought Ron saw me as Harry even though he knew I was the Boy-Who-Lived. I felt as if he wanted to get to know me, you know.'

"So when I was sorted into Gryffindor and Ron as well I knew we were going to be friends. Our first year there was a troll running around. I had this feeling that Hermione was in trouble so me and Ron went looking for her. She had been trapped inside the girl's bathroom along with the troll. Ron and I defeated the troll and she took the blame for it all. The three of us had been best friends since.'

"One day we ended up on an abandoned corridor. We found a three-headed dog that guarded something. I shared information with them, a package that Hagrid picked up when he took me shopping for my school supplies. I found that I quite enjoyed this sharing thing and told them little by little about myself, things about my home life and my dreams or nightmares as they usually were.‘

"We had been through a lot together. In our first year we tried to stop Professor Quirrell from getting this stone, an elixir of life. In our second year we battled the memory of Voldemort. In our third year we went up against a murderer. In our fifth year we went to rescue my godfather.'

"Each time we had our own parts to play. Hermione would get us the information we needed to handle things. Ron would think of the strategy and I would battle them.'

"Our fourth year was a little different. It was the year I was getting suspicious of everything and everyone. I never suspected my two best friends would turn against me though. Not until I was entered into the Triwizard Tournament."

"What is this Triwizard Tournament?"

"It's a magical tournament where the champion has to complete three tasks to gain eternal fame or something. Everyone seventeen years and older was able to enter. I was a fourth year at that time and had just turned fourteen. I had hoped this was going to be an easy year but it turned into one of the worst.'

"My name somehow ended up in the goblet and I was chosen as Hogwarts' second champion. I ended up competing against three seventeen year olds with more magical knowledge than me. Somehow I survived each task.'

"Anyway, Ron thought I had entered my own name into the goblet. I told him I didn't and he didn't believe me. I thought that friends should trust each other, you know, or believe them at least. When he didn't it felt as if… well, I guess you could say it broke my heart.‘

"After that I couldn't quite trust him anymore. I still hung out with him. He was still my friend but I couldn't tell him anything private anymore, you know? It's why I never told him about C.J…"

"What about Hermione? Did you tell her?"

Harry shook his head. "No, I didn't. Ron and Hermione had always been closer to each other than to me. I never minded it. But I knew the moment I would tell Hermione she'd tell Ron and I didn't want that."

"Something tells me this isn't the reason you and them aren't on speaking terms."

Harry cracked a smile. "It's not," he said and stopped walking. "You mind if we change the subject?"

"Of course not," Edward was quick to reply. "How are you holding up?" Harry, C.J., Edward and Alice had moved to Canada. Sometimes the vampires would switch, but they always made sure there were at least two vampires with Harry. The rest of the Cullens stayed back at Forks to keep an eye on the aurors, not to mention if they'd move now they would look suspicious and would surely be followed by the aurors.

"Not so good," Harry admitted. "I'm terrified something will happen to C.J. What if they find out about him? What will they do to him?"

"You are not afraid for yourself?"

"I am. I mean, I really don't want to be in a half bond because that would be worse than death…"

"But?" Edward prodded.

"If it's the only way to save C.J. I would do it in a heartbeat."

"You are a rather self sacrificing human, aren't you?"

"One of my charms," Harry joked. "For C.J., I would practically do anything. He is my life. He's the reason I've made it this far. I have no idea what I would do if he was taken away from me."

"I won't let anything happen to you or C.J. if I can help it," Edward promised him.

"That would mean a lot to me," Harry admitted as he reached out to caress a cold, hard cheek. Coldness swept through his hand but his magic started to warm it up, giving him protection from the sudden chill.

Edward went rigid when he felt the warm, tender hand caress his cheek. The hand, which was warming up his cheek, felt so good against his cold, dead skin. The warmth spread from his cheek to his heart, and eventually warming the rest of his body. He daren't look away from the emerald shining eyes, afraid it would break the spell that seemed to have fallen over them. In this moment he forgot to act human.

The spell was broken when Harry stepped away from the vampire. "All this time we've been talking about me but why don't you tell me something about yourself?"

"I'm afraid there isn't much to tell," He looked into the pleading eyes of the wizard. "Why do you want to know?"

"Let's just say I want to know everything about you just like you want to know everything about me," Harry replied. "When were you born?" Harry thought it be best to start with something simple. He knew how uncomfortable it could be asked to talk about a past.

"I was born a human on June 20, 1901," Edward replied. "I was born a vampire in 1918."

"You were seventeen when you died?" The nod confirmed his answer. "Why were you turned?"

"What makes you think there was a reason?" Edward asked harshly.

"If my suspicions are correct then Carlisle is your sire. Knowing him he didn't turn you without a reason," the wizard concluded.

"You are one bright little human," Edward smiled.

"I'm not little," Harry pouted making the older boy laugh.

"My mother and I were dying of the Spanish influenza. On her deathbed she begged Carlisle, who was our doctor back then, to save me. Unfortunately there wasn't a cure for the Spanish influenza so Carlisle turned me."

"Do you like being a vampire?"

"Sometimes," Edward admitted. "Most of the time I'm just lonely and knowing that I get to spend the rest of my immortal life alone doesn't appeal to me. I thought I had found the happiness my siblings and my parents have found but it was not to be."

"Would you like to talk about it?" The vampire stayed silent. "I can see this…event still hurts you. I'm not stupid, you know. You've listened to me rant about my past now let me help you."

Edward shook his head but gave in. "Last year a new student entered our school, Bella Swan. We had biology together. There was something in her blood that made it call to me. It was the sweetest blood I ever smelled and whenever I got a whiff of the smell I had to control the beast inside of me. It took all of my control not to kill her and our fellow classmates." Edward stopped as he remembered that day. He had never felt so helpless before. His control had been slipping away from him and if the bell hadn't rung he would have killed them all.

"I left to try and get control over myself. When I was certain I wouldn't kill her I returned. Only to realise she still called to me. I wanted to get to know her and eventually I did. I even fell in love with her and told her my family's secret against their wishes.'

"We got along very well, actually, my family, Bella and I. We even worked together to save her from a vampire who tried to kill her.'

"After that, she started to change. She kept telling me that she wanted to be a vampire so she wouldn't feel so helpless again when another vampire attacked her." Eyes full of hurt fell upon Harry's own. "I couldn't change her. I couldn't… I can't condemn anyone to this life."

Harry nodded sympathetic not knowing what else to say.

"She started to change," Edward continued. "I knew she was friends with the dogs but I never knew how deep their relationship went until I caught her.'

"My family and I left for a week. When we returned Bella smelled like dog. Not the normal smell you'd have when interacting with one but deeper. It was under her skin, in her blood. Her usual sweet blood that used to call to me only made me grimace away from her. I didn't realise it then but she had bedded one of them.'

"That night I went to watch over her, as I always did."

"Wait, you watched her while she slept?" Harry was kind of disturbed by this new revelation.

"Yes," Edward admitted. "I have learned from my mistakes." For some reason he wanted Harrison to know that he didn't watch her or anyone else for that matter anymore. "That night, however, she wasn't alone," he continued. "One of the dogs was there with her in a rather compromising situation." Harry understood the meaning right away. "When I confronted her about this she accused me of not wanting her for I've never slept with her. She said she needed a real man, not some whiny vampire that didn't know what a woman wanted or needed. She said I wasn't worthy of her."

"She said that?" At Edward's nod, Harry had to control his magic. It was flaring up, once more, crackling in the air around them. "You sure as hell better not believe her," Harry said after he released his magic back into the earth.

Harry could sense the vampire believed he hadn't been worthy of her, so he reached out to touch the vampire's cheek once more. "She's the one that's missing out on an amazing and wonderful man who cares more about his family than about himself."

Edward closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. "You really believe that?" he breathed. He couldn't get enough of the warmth emanating from the wizard.

"I do," his voice was raspy, harsh as if he hadn't drunk anything for a while. They moved closer, the vampire's unblinking eyes unnerved Harry a little but he couldn't move away. The vampire's hand reached out to caress his cheek. Harry closed his eyes relishing the touch but by doing so breaking the spell that had taken hold of them. "I better check on C.J.," he said, abruptly and walked away, leaving the vampire staring at his retreating back.