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'Thoughts'

Parseltongue

[Dreams]

Flashback

(With the Wolves and Elders)

A meeting was held. Those present were the wolves and elders. The tribe elders wanted were curious as to what the meeting was about. None of them had been told about the teen. They all wondered what it was that made the younger generation so quiet.

"Sam?" Billy called hoping to get his attention and it worked.

Sam stood up and looked at them all. "Earlier we learned that a sixteen year old was living with the Cullens. One of them is his mate."

"How do you know?" Billy asked him.

"One of the leeches was hunting close to the boundary line. We overheard him talking about it." He explained.

"What did you do?" Quil Sr. asked.

"We called for a meeting. They agreed and we met up. The teen was with them as we requested." He said.

"What happened?" Billy asked.

"The young man arrived first with the bronze vampire. He had given him a ride on his back. We were all thinking the same thing." Sam began.

"And that was?" Quil Sr. interrupted before he could continue.

"That he was too young and needed to be saved from those pedofiles." He said.

"Understandable. Go on." He ordered.

Sam and the others explained what happened. The elders were shocked that a sixteen year old would tell off a bunch of wolves. He even brought up some good points. Some of the elders agreed with him though. They were acting like hypocripts.

"Could he have forced to say that?" Quil Sr. asked.

Sam hadn't thought that but he didn't think so. "Possible but I doubt that."

"Why?" He asked.

"I.. don't know. The boy didn't act like he was forced." He answered.

"How do you know?" Was the man's next question.

"Because of what happened after he told us off." He said.

"What do you mean? What happened?" Questioned the same elder.

Sam told them. He started with how the young man joked about the public to private image the Cullens had. How the pixie like bloodsucker and the brute one joined in. How the others reacted. The elders were surprised. Quil's father sneered.

"It could be an act the Cullens made him do for you."

"I mean no disrespect but I disagree." Sam said. 'That boy acted on his own free will.' He thought.

"We will see for ourselves since you failed to do your job." He said.

"DAD!" Quil jr. shouted.

"QUIL!" His fellow elders yelled.

"They failed to do their job." He said unapologetically. " We now have to do it for them. This wouldn't have happened if the true Alpha took his place."

"I disagree." Sam said still trying to be polite. "Jacob isn't ready to be the Alpha. He will take over when he is." He said. 'It really isn't a matter of if. Jake doesn't want to be Alpha.'

"Sure he won't. That boy will never be ready until he takes over and begins doing the job." The elderly man said with a sneer.

"I'll go send word." Sam said. "I just hope that boy gives you a good tongue lashing." He walked away.

"Excuse me?!" Sam ignored him. "That boy is so disrespectful."

"You had it coming." His son said before he changed and ran off.

The others followed after that. The elders couldn't blame them after what Quil Sr. said. The man looked at the boys's retreating backs in shock. He couldn't believe how disrespecting they were being. He of course blamed same. The other elders shook their heads before leaving. The man left with a huff once he noticed the others had left as well.

(With the Cullens)

Alice, Emmett, and Harry had made it back first. The others decided to hunt first. Emmett decided it was time to teach Harry how to play video games. As they played Alice started to fix Harry's hair. She couldn't stand the rats nest anymore. She knew that Harry wasn't at fault. He had brushed his hair in front of her that morning and it didn't make a difference.

"She has been wanting to get her hands on your hair for a while now." Emmett told her.

"I figured. She was eyeing my hair every time we were in a room together." He said.

"I did?" Alice was surprised she didn't notice.

"Yup."

"Oh."

The others had come back from hunting to find them that way. Alice was trimming his hair as the other two played Mario Kart. Carlisle was happy to see Harry getting along with the others. He had doubts when they first met and Harry seemed to dislike Esme but the two could now be found in the art room. Esme delighted in teaching Harry.

"Hey Rose?"

"Yes Harry?" She looked at the teen.

"Alice is taking me on a shopping trip. Esme agreed to come with and I was wondering if you wanted to come with." He said.

"Of course I will." She said happily.

"Yay~"

"When?"

"Thursday. Tomorrow Jasper is helping me with my history." He told her.

"Alright." She smiled.

"Great." He smiled back.

"Don't cut it too short. His hair will get unruly." Rose said.

"I know." Alice responded. "I'm just trimming it so that it will grow out better."

"Okay."

Harry smiled in true happiness. Jasper felt this and was glad that they were able to do this. He thought back to what Harry had told him the other day. It was about his life at home and his time at Hogwarts.

(Harry's P.O.V)

I lived with my parents until I was one. That halloween my parents had been murdered. Everyone believes it was a man called Lord Voldemort. I on the other hand know they were murdered by a man they trusted he had been a friend. Two years ago the man thought I was going to die so he told me the truth. Dumbledore paid him to kill them and frame Voldemort for their murder. That night I managed to escape and they later found his body. He had been tortured to death.

This man was called Peter Pettigrew. He had the ability to turn into a rat. Wizards and witches can learn to turn into animals. It is called animagus. Anyway his friends called him Wormtail. His friends also could turn into animals. Dad was a stag called Padfoot and Sirius was a type of dog called the grim. They called him Padfoot. Remus, another friend, was a werewolf they called Moony. He was the reason they learned to become an animagus.

There was a prophecy. I don't think it's real since the person who gave the prophecy is a quack. Anyway the prophecy says that a child born at the end of July and parents have defied Voldemort three times would have the power to stop Voldemort. Two boys fit that. A boy named Neville and myself. Both our families went into hiding.

There is a spell that hides a property from being seen by those who don't know the location. Once in place anyone who did knew would forget. Those who own the property and the secret keeper are the only ones who will remember the location. If the secret keeper or owner tells another where it is that person will be able to find it.

My godfather, Sirius, was a decoy. Everyone thought they would pick him. That was why they named Pettigrew. He had come to the house that night. Once it was over he ran. Sirius had caught up to him. He had thought he told Voldemort the location and confronted him. That rat cut off his own finger, killed thirteen innocent people, and ran off. My godfather was arrested for betraying my parents, killing Pettigrew, and killing those thirteen people.

Neville's mum was my godmother. Her and her husband and been tortured into insanity that night. I don't know if it is true but I was told the LeStanges did it. Since the two people I was suppose to go to could no longer take me I was left on the doorstep of my aunt's home. They didn't want me. They hated me. I was put into the cupboard under the stairs. Once I was able to walk I was forced to cook, clean the house, garden, weed, mow the lawn, hell everything. When I was thirteen they kicked me out. I heard they moved to France.

At that time I was happy. I was free of them. I left to go find my old house. It was partially burnt down but sound enough to work. The ministry of magic had made it a historical landmark so it wasn't torn down. They kept charms up so the Muggles couldn't see it. I made it my home.

I then began doing odd jobs. You know walking dogs and mowing lawns. It was last year that I got a summer job. No one figured it out. I never had to go back to the Dursleys.

At school no one really knew me. I'm famous for the night my parents died. They named me the boy-who-lived. Books by people who weren't there and never met me were published. People read them and figured they knew me. They would ask the most inappropriate questions and tried to touch me in some way. A handshake, a hug, a pat on the back.

One girl had told me and I quote "I know all about you, of course. I read all the books about you." She then went on to ask me questions just like the others. Asked if I remembered the night, what it was like to not have parents, and many more.

Because of that I never had friends. That girl and another thought they were my best friends but they didn't know one true fact about me. They just wanted to say they were friends with the boy-who-lived. When I received a good grade they became jealous and when I talked to a snake they hated me. The hatred was worse when I was entered into a tournament I was too young for and forced to compete.

The headmaster wasn't any better. He set up tests each year. I needed to be a hero. I was injured each year. I hated it there.

(With Jasper)

Jasper would make sure they all payed. Harry didn't want revenge but what Jasper wanted wasn't revenge. He wanted them punished for their crimes. They couldn't be allowed to get away with it. He had told the others and they agreed.