A/N: Hey, everybody! For everyone who is reading my story I Came Home For This?, I have not given up on the story. However, one of the problems that has prevented me from updating is writer's block, and I figured that getting out another plot bunny would help, maybe open up some space for continuing. For those people and everyone else, I hope you enjoy this story and hopefully I will update the other soon!

Disclaimer: This is the only time I am saying this. Tragically, I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter, no matter how hard I may try. It would probably scar people if I did though…

Summary: After the war finished in Harry's sixth year, he was left with scars, inside and out. He, along with his half brother and newly married adopted parents, move to Forks, Washington to escape prejudices and pain. What happens when Harry meets Bella and she finds out a secret no one but his family knows? What would happen if she found out the family secret? Why do the Cullens have an interest in them?

Couples: Sirius/Lucius for sure and Harry is gay. I like to keep the surprise though XD

Prologue

Harry curled himself under the bed, trying desperately to hold back his sobs. His arms wrapped around his ribs to stave off the pain. Familiar nightmares had caused him to thrash and aggravate cracked ribs. Clenched eyes snapped open to reveal glassy emerald eyes when he heard someone bend down by his bed and the bed skirt lifted up.

Draco Malfoy, another first year Slytherin, peered under the bed that seemed to emit strange noises. He regarded the Boy-Who-Lived with some surprise. Why would he of all people be hiding under the bed? However, his trembling and puffy red face put the blond to action. Without a word, he crawled under the four poster bed as well.

"Wh-what are you doing?" The black-haired boy's voice trembled.

"I don't know. What are you doing?" Harry glared before attempting to roll over, but his ribs gave a painful twinge in protest. Draco's eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

"Are you okay?"

"Don't act like you care," Harry murmured. "You are just like everyone else."

"Now that's hardly fair," whispered the aristocrat. "I like to believe I am high above the norm." Wrapping his arms around the smaller body, the blond tried to calm the boy down. Harry had different plans; despite the pain in his ribs, he struggled fiercely. "Woah, calm down," he cooed. "Hasn't anyone ever comforted you before?"

"Why would they?" Realization shined in mercury eyes. Instead of letting go though, the boy ran on hand through shaggy locks and 'shhed' quietly. He rocked the boy gently until he calmed down.

Once Harry's breath evened out, the blond whispered, "I got you now, and no one is going to hurt you. Not when I am here."

XX

"Blaise!" The irritated third year shouted. Blaise Zabini raised an eyebrow at his friend, Draco. "Have you seen Harry?"

"Last I saw him, he was following the Weasel and Granger out onto the grounds. He looked a little worried." Draco frowned. Harry had been a little distant all year, starting when he heard the news about his godfather, Sirius Black. He had not wanted to believe that he was guilty of killing his parents and thirteen other people, no matter how much Draco argued with him.

"I do not believe a man could kill his best friend, the only one that has pulled through for him," he had said.

"Humans are fickle beings, Harry. Who knows what caused him to kill them, but all the evidence is there," the blond retorted. Harry wrapped his arms around the taller boy and looked up at him through thick lashes.

"Would you kill me, Draco?" When the blue eyed third year remained silent, Harry just smiled.

Draco also recalled Granger and Weasel snooping around this year, and whatever they were interested in, Harry was, too. This situation was not good. Grimacing, Draco made his way to the Entrance Hall. Why did Harry make him act like such a Gryffindor?

On the grounds, The sky had already turned dark and the full moon had a glowing affect on the Slytherin's surroundings. A howl was heard in the distance, and Draco swore. By Merlin, if that was Lupin, he was going to murder Harry for making him do this. Draco was shook out of his musings by a shout of his name. He turned to see Professor Snape carrying the Weasel and levitating an unmoving, fat body. Harry and Granger hurried behind them.

Harry broke from the group to run into Draco's arms. "What the hell did you think you were doing?" The blond was annoyed that his inflection was not as angry as it should be. It was very hard to stay mad at Harry, especially when he looked at you with his sad emerald eyes.

"He's innocent, Draco. We have the proof."

XX

"Harry!" The shaggy haired man ran into the hospital wing. The fourth year in question looked up from Draco's arms, opening his own to his Godfather. "Are you alright? I was so worried when I could not see you anymore but the crowd got so big and then Albus said you were in the tent but you weren't in the tent and he realized Moody had you but it wasn't Moody it was Crouch Jr. and I told you he was dead but he wasn't really and –"

"Sirius!" Harry cut in with a small chuckle. "I am alright. I can't say the same about Diggory." His face darkened.

"Would you leave us for a bit, Draco?" When the blond tried to protest, he added, "I would like to talk to my godson. Alone. Besides, I believe your father is waiting outside." Draco nodded and left while Sirius took his spot wrapped around Harry's frail body. "You know it is not your fault he is dead. You tried everything you could to help him."

"That…thing called him a spare. A spare. You cannot tell me that he would not have died if I was not there," Harry's pained voice implored.

"No, I cannot say that he wouldn't have. Nor can I say he would have. I do not know if he would have died or not. We cannot decide who dies as a casualty or not." They remained silent for several minutes. Finally, Sirius broke the silence by saying, "I know this may not be the time, but it has been weighing on my mind for quite some time. I do not know how you will react."

"What is it?"

"Well, and I understand if you don't want to and really why would you? You have only known me for a year and you have been in school most of that time and sure you spent the summer with me and winter break but is that really enough time to decide-"

"Sirius!" Harry admonished delightfully. "Just spit it out!" The man took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Harry, I have been thinking, and I think it would be good, no great, if I blood-adopted you. It is totally up to you, of course. Do not feel obligated." Sirius looked at his godson only to see he was looking in his lap. "Oh, I knew this was a bad idea. Just act like I didn't bri-"

"Do you really want to adopt me? Why?" This was said in such a small voice that Sirius really wanted to kill the Dursleys.

"I would not want to adopt anyone else. Well, maybe Draco, but he's a little too…Slytherin." Harry smiled and buried himself in Sirius's arms again. His head rested right beneath Sirius' stubbly chin.

"I'd love to be your son."

"Good, we can do it really soon. Lord Malfoy has been kind enough to pull some strings to get it done quickly."

Neither could keep the wide grins off their faces.

XX

"What is it, Healer?" It had been a week since Harry Potter Black's birthday, and he had been sick with minor flu like symptoms for a month. Harry had finally given in to his father's pleading and gone in for a checkup at St. Mungo's. Now they were sitting in Healer Brenson's office after he had performed a few tests on the fifteen year old.

"Mr. Black, does your family have a history of Sengmal?" The Head of the Black Family frowned.

"I recall a great, great grandfather and his father having it. I believe my mother has said from time to time when she was pregnant with Reggie, that if he had it, she would kill my father."

"Do you know what it is?"

"Not in the slightest."

"It is a disease, Mssrs. Black," The healer began. "where the victim is it with sickness at random, getting worse and more frequent as time goes on. It starts with flu like symptoms, but then they get worse and soon pain occurs, also getting worse. The pain differs in different cases. One victim might get bone aches, another might feel as if their blood is boiling. It appears as though Mr. Potter Black has this disease."

"But how and why just now? This disease occurs early on in life, often at birth." At the incredulous looks of both men, Harry blushed. "It was mentioned in a Potions book."

"Well, this is a genetic disease, meaning it is passed through the family. It has become a dormant gene in the Black family, but it became dominant in you when you were blood adopted."

"It can be fixed, right? It won't kill him?" Sirius inquired worriedly. The healer sighed.

"Unfortunately, there is not much to be done but give him plenty of rest when he is sick, not to mention more when he feels normal, and help ease the pain when it comes. This disease does weaken his immune system, which means he will not live his life as long as he would without it, but it only shaves off a few years, ten at most. Of course, if anything else comes around, like another disease or illness or a dangerous situation, his chance at life weakens considerably."

Sirius and Harry returned to the House of Black silently. Guilt ate at the man like a starving boar. "Sirus?" The man looked up into morose green eyes. "Will you lie down with me? I need you." Instead of saying anything, the man lifted his son into his arms and carried him to bed.

XX

"Harry!" Sirius shouted desperately as his son's body was carried in by Kingsley. "don't give up on me!"

"Sirius?" Harry's voice was groggy, his eyes glazed over. "Did I get him?" Sirius smiled.

"You got him, alright."

"Good." Harry smiled. "He's nothing but a higglepiffle anyways."

"What's a higglepiffle?"

"I don't know. I'm tired, Da."

"Just stay awake a little more, for me." They had reached the hospital wing, which was alive with activity. Sirius was not allowed in, and Kingsley was soon kicked out. The Lord Black sank against the wall, feeling helpless. Lucius and Draco Malfoy soon came. Lucius massaged Sirius' shoulders gently in comfort while Draco paced the floor. Healer Brenson, who was personally attending Harry, soon came out to tell them the news.

XX

"Are you ready, da?" Harry popped his head in his father's door, watching him pace nervously. "You'll be fine. You love him, and he loves you. There is nothing to worry about." Sirius smiled brightly.

"You're right. Afterwards, we all become a family." It was decided, that while both Harry and Draco would be adopted by the other parent, it would only be in the legal sense. Sirius feared another reaction to his blood like Harry's and would not risk it.

The walk down to the Malfoy Manor's garden was particularly difficult for Harry. He was wheezing with every step and thighs were cramped. "We can do this another day, baby." Sirius murmured, worried for his son.

"Of course not. You have been waiting for this day for too long. I have been anticipating this. I would not miss this for the world."