19:00 in Paris

Dinner

Harry POV

As we all sat down, eating Molly's delicious lasagna, I started to speak.

"Uh, so I want you guys to meet my boyfriend in two days..." I blurted. Every eye in the room was on me. I swear that the room became too hot all of a sudden.

"Wow, Harry...you're pretty serious about this one. You've never brought anyone home..."Sirius said as he paused in his eating, mercury eyes focused totally on me.

"It's fine in my opinion, Harry dear. To be honest, if this was just one of your flings, I would have bashed you over the head with a rolling pin if you let such a nice boy go like that!"Molly added in.

I shuddered at the thought, she did do it to Fred and George once for letting the horses loose.

I gave her a weak smile. "Great..."

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The next day

Abraxas POV

As I sat in the living room with the Cullens, I received a notification from someone when my phone buzzed.

One new message from: Volo

It read. I smirked slightly at that. What would he be thinking, sending a message to me.

"Who's it from?"Alice asked, her black eyebrows furrowed as she stared off into the future. I bet 100 Galleons that Edward is already feeding her lies.

"An old friend of mine that I met a long time ago," I replied not looking up from the screen.

"Oh,"Rosalie said.

VOLO

11 August 1997

Hey there stranger. Wud.

Hey.

Nothing much really. Still a doctor.

Oh. Cool. Anyway, the plan I had concerning Harry Potter is going to be put into motion. I hope that it goes great really.

You know, there's a huge chance that you might see me again, V.

A really huge one.

0_o what do you mean, Abraxas?

Are you coming to Hogwarts?

Yes.

Oh, that's alright then.

I missed you, really.

Are you seeing someone?

Yes. His name's Jamison. I didn't catch his last name.

He's really nice.

I'm going to meet his family on Wednesday to get to know him better.

Currently, I'm staying at Le Bristol Hotel in Paris.

My heart clenched with jealousy. I wish that we hadn't fallen out...but I hope that he's happy though.

Oh.

That's great! :)

u

ŌuÔ you got anyone new?

I hesitated before replying.

ÔÔ . Yeah, but I don't know if we're clicking that well anymore. You know me, I rather cut myself off before killing myself.

I counted to almost two minutes before the reply came.

Aw shame man. Hope you have better luck next time.

Strange...

How's Lucius?

Is he doing okay? I miss my Fox.

Oh! He's doing absolutely great! But he also misses you. Talk to him some time Abraxas. I can see the hurt in his eyes.

Talk to him.

I'll do that.

I don't want him hurt.

But my life's stressful, dealing with some pretty bratty Vampires. Only one of them can match up to Luce.

His name is Edward and I really want him to be a sort of little brother that Lucius never got to have.

You're still the sweet dumbass that I love. 3

Bye

Trixie is here to torment me. Again.

:P

Bye

O u O

'The sweet dumbass I love' aren't you dating someone? V, you better know what you're getting yourself into.

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Edward POV

I really hope that this Dumbledore man will let me attend Hogwarts. When Carlisle spoke of it, it sounded so beautiful and immediately I felt a strange pull to a place that I had never even seen in my entire life.

I've been a pushover for my other adoptive siblings, I just meekly agree to whatever dumb plan they have because I can't help it, I've been a people pleaser my whole life.

I know what they think of me. They only think it and talk about it when I'm not there. The others hate me for being Carlisle's so called favorite. They think that I'm too stuck up and should be put down a peg or two to deflate my bighead. They hate my Talent. That they have zero percent of privacy whenever I'm around, so I seclude myself away from them.

They say that I'm just a freak among freaks and that really hurts. So I keep quiet.

But imagine what they'd do if they find out that I had Magic? They'd blow their tops!

"Oh my god! Perfect Little Eddy can do no wrong!"

"It's just unfair. He thinks that he's better than me!"

"Why won't I get special treatment too, like the little Angel?"

"Tch. There he is at it again. Don't rub it in that you can do so many things."

"Gawd! He looks so girly like a fag! Pussy."

"I should be the only one allowed to have Carlisle's attention on me! Not HIM."

I only ever stayed for Carlisle, the only person who was there for me. He was the type of father that I wished I had while growing up. My father was awful and would always disapprove of anything remotely 'girly' seeming. When I turned eight, he sheared off all of my below shoulder length hair, leaving only half an inch of hair visible. He would hit me and it would get especially worse if he came home from his firm drunk.

If he was happily drunk, the abuse would have been better, but if he came home angry drunk, it would be horrible for me. He always did it when my mother was out with her friends and he had a free day. The thing was, I was never allowed to play with friends whenever I was 'looked after' by him.

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20 June 1916

My birthday was a rainy one. I felt a feeling of foreboding heavy in my chest, I knew something was going to happen today.

As I walked down the flight of stairs in our large home, I was met with numerous loud voices yelling:

"HAPPY FIFTEENTH BIRTHDAY EDDIE!"

I gave my parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends all a shy smile in gratitude, My now longer center parting falling into my jade eyes.

"Thank you all so much for doing this for me..."I mumbled.

My mother hugged me and smiled. "It's your birthday, silly! Now stay in your PJs and enjoy yourself, my love! You're a man now."

I could hear a slight scoff coming from my father and when I looked up, he gave me a very unsettling smile as his cold grey-ish blue eyes raked my slim body up and down.

I blushed a pale red in my discomfort. No, I didn't like him looking at me like that.

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It was later at three in the afternoon and my closest friend, Jeramy Grimaldi had led me back to my bedroom. His bright, full of life light brown eyes and palest of blond hair always made it feel like a wonderful summer or a lovely fall whenever I gazed at him. His features were more elfin and that just made him look even more exotic in this city of people with dark hair.

He had wanted to give me a special gift while everyone had gone out. I really hoped that it was what I wanted. Just a simple kiss from him.

"Ed..."he said my name in his smooth French accent as we sat cross legged facing each other, barefoot.

"What's wrong Jera?" I asked him a bit breathlessly.

"I want to tell you something,"he said, biting his lip.

"Anything."

"I've fallen in love with you. Ever since I was thirteen. In my country, I am part of royalty or something similar so I wanted to take you as a-a Consort..."

"Like as in married?" I asked him with shock. I knew that I would end up getting married in some point of my teenage life. I just thought that I would be in a loveless marriage.

"Yes, as in married. I really want you to rule with me over many, I would pamper you and you would never have to want for anything, not that you already don't, but you'd be decorated in the finest jewels and cloths, you'd be free to be whoever you'd want to be without no one to hold you back. Not even your father..."he knew exactly what he did to me, every single fucking night.

I loved the idea of the world he was offering me. Away from my father and his so-called 'loving touches'.

"I-I love you so much. I would miss you so much whenever you went to that boarding school of yours, worried that you'd forget me... I want to be with you...Always."

"So you agree?"he asked me with hopeful eyes.

"Yes."

He stood up from my bed and bent down on one knee and took out a green velvet box. Inside was a beautiful black diamond and emerald encrusted ring with them planted into platinum gold metal.

My breathing hitched.

"Edward Anthony Masen, will you please give me the pleasure of being my Lord Consort?"he asked.

"I do."

And when he slipped that ring onto my finger, I swear to God, I saw a flash of light.

And then, he did the thing that would have made my birthday complete.

He gave me a passionate kiss.