So, I've decided to take my chances at writing a Crossover. Uhm, I'm not sure how this is going to fair.

I made Dumbledore and Sirius live in his, that's the only deviation from the original HP plot-line. I hope you all enjoy this. Be sure to review! =}

disclaimer; don't own, don't sue.

"Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for lift-off."

Harry was on an airplane, that much he was sure of. He was safe too; his wand was tucked securely in his right pants pocket. That was another thing, he was wearing muggle clothing. Well of course he was- he was on a plane. But, why?

Ah yes, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, if he recalled correctly.

"Harry, my boy, look at this! It's ridiculously entertaining!" said a weathered and coarse voice from the left of him. He glanced over to see gleaming blue eyes staring expectantly at him while his wrinkled, long, slender fingers molded some pink silly putty.

Yes, this was definitely the man that had swindled him to venture onto an airplane. He smiled at the grandfather-like man, his hands nimbly plucking the putty from the other's hand. He rolled it between his index finger and thumb, racking his mind for any sort of memory or recollection that would connect him, an airplane and his beloved Headmaster together.

"Aha, I see you find is just as entertaining!" Albus commented, watching as Harry delicately played with the pink blob. The Boy-Who-Lived handed the toy back to Albus, smiling at the interest the man found in toys and trinkets, whether they be muggle or magical.

Harry redirected his attention out the window, watching the clouds chug by. Some of them were getting caught on the plane's wing, hooked by the tip and torn to shreds. He wondered what it would feel like to sleep on the gigantic Cumulonimbus clouds that blanketed the sky, sheltering the world below from all the scary wondrous things of the atmosphere above. He was still carding through his memory, recalling the various events that had taken place over the past month.

He flashed through an Order meeting, heard the fleeting noise of his god-father's barking laughter. He saw Hermione and Ron smiling with him in the living room of the Burrow. He walked through Fleur and Bill's wedding. He hopped from funeral to funeral, too many to discern which was which. He felt the sensation of battle and saw him fighting a deatheater, curses whizzing past him, hitting the walls of Hogwarts. He remembered mumbled apologies and saddened voices, sentences thick with grief and sadness at the loss of so many friends. Then he saw crimson eyes, blood red irises swirling with emotion, with complete and utter hate. He saw them recurring throughout different scenarios. He saw them filled with longing, hate, sadness, pain, anger. All of them momentary, passing through the pupils, dancing along the cornea before hopping out the tear duct and away for the rest of eternity. The last emotion he saw pass over them was acceptance before they closed softly.

Harry turned away from the window abruptly, shaking the image of Voldemort's icy gaze. He was gone, dead, killed by the holly wood wand in his pocket. He would never bother him again. He was here on this plane because of that, because he had killed the Dark Lord. He had triumphed. And now Albus was whisking him away to continue working towards a better world. He and the former Headmaster were going to assist the ministry in establishing a form of government for the unruly Wizarding Community in the United States. Apparently the place was crawling with magical creatures and humans.

The young Gryffindor wasn't sure how Dumbledore had convinced him. He figured it hadn't taken much on the old man's part, considering him and Harry had become unbelievably close towards the end of the war. They were practically like family to each other. So the notion that if Harry had declined, him and Albus would have been separated for long amounts of time was probably not at all accepted on his part, so minimal words were probably said in convincing him, though he did remember hearing the words 'It is the only way, the only rational way that is. Who is not better fit than you Harry, someone who has studied and learned so much magical information and is trained extensively in the art of politics due to your high status as the Hero of the Wizarding World. It would be ludicrous to have you sit around at home and do nothing all day for the rest of your days!'

It was true that he had learned massive amounts of spells and information, light, grey and dark. And the past and current ministers and ministry officials had given him lessons in the area of diplomacy and such. But really, settling wild lands sounded like the job of someone a little more valiant.

"More valiant? Who the hell are you kidding, Potter. You killed the Dark Lord!" Harry whispered to himself, his hands occupying themselves with the hem of his favorite grey and green shirt.

"Hmm, did you say something Harry?" Albus chirped, still playing with the Silly Putty. He had taken a liking to pounding it flat on the serving try and the rolling it up like a carpet. He had successfully made 5 pink rolled sausages and now he was connecting them in an intricate knot.

"No, I didn't." Harry stated stiffly, eyes wandering around the airplane cabin. There was a baby crying incessantly two rows ahead of him and Albus, and Harry felt his fingers twitching to grab his wand and cast a silencing charm. But, he didn't give into the urge, reminding himself that he had to act normal.

Since the US was unsettled, he had to blend in and appear muggle. He vaguely remembered Albus mentioning that he'd be attending High School in the town they'd be living in and he felt himself internally groaning. Muggle schools were insanely boring, and absolutely annoying. He had been forced to attend them when he lived with the Dursleys before he had been enrolled in Hogwarts and it had been absolute torture. Though he had snuck a few peaks at his cousin's text books so he wouldn't be completely uneducated. He just wondered if they learned the same things in the United States as they did in Britain.

"Where is it that we'll be staying again, Albus?" Harry inquired, choosing to use the man's first name instead of last. It felt more normal, more comfortable.

"A little town by the name of Forks, in the state of Washington. I hear it's swarming with magical creatures. Especially at this lovely place not far from there called La Push, tons of natural born shape shifters! I'm sure Remus will find himself being welcomed warmly!" Dumbledore rambled, his hands drawing an imaginary map in the air for emphasis. Harry smiled at the mention of Remus, mentally berating himself for forgetting about his godfathers mate.

"And I also hear that there is a coven of vampires! You'll be attending school with them if I am not mistaken." Albus whispered to him, a thoroughly pleased look on his face. Harry's shoulders stiffened at the mention of the creature. He had bad blood with vampires, no pun intended. There had been a particularly vicious group of them that had been sent after him under explicit orders from Voldemort. He hadn't felt the same towards the creatures ever since.

"Do not fret Harry; they do not feed on humans. I've spoken to some very informed individuals on the matter, and he has assured me that their diet consists entirely of woodland animals and large game." Albus soothed Harry's tense worry with his words, but the young teen couldn't help but chuckle at the mention of "some very informed individuals." Harry knew that it was Lucius or some other member of the Malfoy family, but Albus still refused to apparently "burden Harry with the mention of someone who followed such a sinister individual with such conviction and commitment for so long and who had long hunted him for entirely wrong reasons." Though irksome, Harry admired his want to make him feel more comfortable and less smothered in the weight of the world. But it was completely obvious that he was speaking of the esteemed pure blood family, for it was fairly common knowledge to Harry that the Malfoys did hold Veela blood in their family tree, so it was not surprising that they would know of a vampire coven that was actually civilized. Harry was actually surprised that Lucius hadn't tried to marry Draco off to one of them yet.

"I'll take your word for it then." He muttered, just as the flight attendants voice chimed that they had arrived in Port Angeles. Harry breathed out, staring down at the small airport below him. His fingers gripped his leg in a nervous gesture that he had tried to break himself of. His mind was wandering in several different directions as they began to descend for touchdown, but the two most prominent in his mind were : How in the bloody hell am I going to go to High School with vampires and when do I get to see my god forsaken godfather?

Edward remained motionless, his back resting casually against the wall next to the french doors leading to the expansive back yard. His eyes stayed trained on the antique vase on the end table next to the leather sofa. He blocked out the noise of the television and the obnoxious jeers of Emmet as he watched the football game. He blocked out Alice giggling as Jasper whispered something in her ear and the sound of Rosalie complaining in her mind about being ignored by her husband.

He focused on the smell of the rain slicked leaves outside, zoning in on the sound of the dew as it slid down to the edge of the green appendage of the tree. He centered his mind around the sound of a small rabbit's foot falls against the packed Earth as it hopped hurriedly through the forest and away from the keen eyes of a vicious predator. He clenched his teeth at the thought. He was a predator.

"Edward, stop looking so serious and come watch the game with me!" Emmet bellowed from his relaxed position on the couch. Edward slowly shifted his eyes over towards his brother.

"Yeah Edward, you've been brooding a lot lately, lighten up!" Alice chirped, her light voice sounding like chimes on the wind. "Besides, I had a vision that we're getting visitors soon, and one of the will be going to school with us!" She squealed and Edward had to resist the urge to punch Rosalie when he heard her snort at the statement.

"What's so great about a new kid?" She scoffed, her fingers twirling in her blonde hair.

"Because, Carlisle knows them!" She sang, her musical voice filtering through the house. Emmet had lowered, but not muted, the game he was watching, his interest obviously having been sparked.

"How do you know this?" Jasper asked, hurt evident in his voice about not having been told sooner about the vision.

"I spoke to Carlisle, and he told me he knows them!" Alice cheeped, obviously feeling rather satisfied at the look of all the surprised faces around the room. Edward clenched his jaw in order to make him seem not phased by the information.

"Are you going to tell us how, or are you going to sit there with a self satisfied look on your face?" Edward hissed, his icy tone biting the air around him. Alice didn't look put off by the sound at all, and she continued smirking to herself despite the other's remark.

"Well, apparently," she paused for dramatic affect, completely intending to leave it at that before Jasper elbowed her in the side, urging her to continue on, "They're wizards! And one of them is the cutest thing in the world!" She squeaked, the excitement dripping from her voice made Edward smile a little. He dipped into everyone's thoughts for a moment.

'Harry is going to be so much fun! I can't wait to take him shopping!' Alice thoughts revealed a visual also; she was imagining herself dragging a tall, thin, boy through a shopping mall, his messy dark brown hair and green eyes very noticeable features. She hadn't been lying when she said the boy was cute.

'I'm not so sure about all of this, but Alice seems rather pleased with it, so I suppose that nothing bad is going to come of it, but. .' Edward veered away from Jasper's thoughts; the analytic, worrisome, and guarded nature of his brother's mind was a put off for him.

'I wonder if he likes sports.' Ten guesses who that is.

'I don't understand what's so special about these people; I mean what if they're a threat to the family? I don't want us to get separated. And what did Alice mean when she said the boy was cute?'Edward had to smile a little at Rosalie's musings. She had such a strong sense of family that some often mistaken it as her being selfish of ignorant, when in reality she's just frightened that the strong bonds and relationships that they all share as a coven will be torn apart by an outsider. And the superficial and aesthetic part of her isn't that she takes pride in her beauty, but that she feels insecure in it. She doesn't want there to be a threat to herself, in all senses. But, despite Rosalie's misunderstood nature and complex emotions and thoughts, Edward really wished she'd shut her trap and her mind sometimes. It can get annoying at times.

"What's going on in here, hmm?" Edward's eyes traveled towards the source of the soft voice, Esme. She was everything a child could hope a mother could be and more. Her small and petite form looked so breakable standing in the doorway to the living room, and Edward wondered what it would take to snap her in half.

"Alice was telling us about the vision she had of some, visitors." Rosalie sneered at the last word, looking extremely unbecoming despite her beauty.

"Oh, I do believe Carlisle might have mentioned that to me the other night." She smiled warmly at her blonde daughter, trying to soothe her obvious dislike towards the intruders.

Edward rolled his eyes at Rosalie, annoyed by her thoughts. 'You don't own Forks, Rosalie, stop acting like the goddamn queen of the world.' Edward growled thoughtfully. He clutched the door frame reflexively before releasing the cherry wood. He saw there was a large crack in the wood where his thumb had been. Esme saw the blemish and clicked her tongue.

"Edward," she whined, mourning the ruin of her doorframe. "Please, try and resist the urge to break things, sweetie." She cooed at him, though the slight dismay at having to replace yet another piece was evident in her voice.

"Sorry, Esme." Edward mumbled, his mind focusing in and out on the various thoughts floating throughout the room. "So when are they arriving?" The bronze haired vampire solicited. Alice perked up at the question, and began bouncing in her seat again.

"They arrived yesterday!" She squealed yet again. There was a collective gasp, and Emmet choking on air, causing a very smug, satisfied and happy Alice to prance upstairs to her room to decide when the best date would be to take Harry shopping.

"Pup, it's so good to see you!" Came the barking voice, and Harry couldn't help but smile as he stepped off the plane and into his godfather's welcoming arms. He snuggled into the embrace for a moment, allowing Sirius to wrap himself around Harry, interlocking his hands behind the teen's small back. The young Gryffindor leaned back in the loose hold to examine the man in front of him. Harry noticed that he had changed so much since his imprisonment in Azkaban and that night at the Ministry when Bellatrix had almost killed him. The dark circles that he had had under his eyes were now just a faint shadow, and the bones in his cheeks weren't as prominent as they used to be. Harry ran a hand over the stubbly cheek before glancing at Remus and flashing the tawny haired werewolf a happy smile.

"I missed you Sirius." Harry mumbled his head leaning against the elder's chest comfortably. He could have stayed like that for hours if Albus hadn't placed a weathered hand on the teen's shoulder in interruption.

"I do believe we should get going, Harry. We have much to do." The aged man reminded, causing Harry to pull out of Sirius's lingering hug and begin to shuffle towards the exit of the airport. They skipped the baggage claim, since they'd magically shrunken most of their luggage or had it shipped over beforehand.

Harry smirked as they approached the car they'd be travelling in. He gazed at a black Lotus Elise, parked gracefully at the far end of the parking lot. The young boy rolled his eyes at his godfather's flamboyancy and his obvious need to flounce his wealth about like a strutting cat. He slid easily into the back seat, his legs rubbing sensually against the lush black leather seats. He shut his eyes and inhaled deeply as Albus hopped in next to him, while Remus and Sirius got in up front.

"So Harry, how are you feeling? Excited? Nervous?" Sirius questioned as he started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. Harry wrapped his fingers around the edge of the seat, something that he had a tendency to do in cars. He found his hands were always seeking things to play with or grasp onto.

"Actually, I just feel a bit, sleepy." He confessed, his eyes feeling rather heavy as he leaned his head against the window. The deep green trees of the surrounding forests were flashing by as they sped down a back road that Sirius had so expertly chosen. He saw the cloudy grey sky shift slowly above, and he remembered that the air had felt rather humid when he had stepped outside of the airport. He assumed that the naturally cloudy and rather dreary weather was ideal for vampires and other magical creatures alike. It wasn't ideal for him though. He felt smothered by the languid press of the air, the warm dewy scent of fresh rainfall clogging his lungs like a thick consuming smoke. He felt uneasy about the entire situation, like there was a pair of eyes trained on him, remembering every detail as they whizzed down the watery macadam road. He gripped the side of the seat more tightly as they navigated around various twists and turns in the road, making their way deeper and deeper into the forest.

"I managed to find a home that was fairly secluded," Sirius commented offhandedly as they traveled through town, passing various small shops and one or two convenience stores. "Figured it would be a little more ideal when it came down to conducting business." Harry continued to watch the scenery shift and change around him, his mind not focused on the conversation that had bloomed inside the vehicle. His eyebrows knitted together as they passed Forks Highschool. 'It's only Saturday,' he thought. 'I'll be starting school on Monday, I guess.' He thought to ask Dumbledore, but decided not to at the moment, as it seemed he was deeply immersed in conversation about the apparent pack of natural-born shape shifters at La Push.

They continued on down more back roads for about another fifteen minutes, before they pulled up to a gravel driveway. Harry sighed at the sight of the home – no not home, more like Manor. The residence was obviously another way Sirius had utilized in showing off his love to indulge. The front of the home was large, but not gaudy. The entire household seemed to loom, and lived up to the standard of Sirius's family of Black. The tall cathedral windows reached for the skies, as if they were beckoning the angels to wander down for a little. Harry felt himself being dragged inside, through the front door and into the foyer. Neutral tones adorned the walls, along with intricate vintage frames with regular old-fashioned photos. He figured it was best that there weren't any wizarding pictures out in the open, just in case they had any unexpected visitors. The kitchen and living room were just as expansive as the rest of the home, both being floored with hardwood and having been lavishly furnished with expensive pieces.

"There are three open bedrooms upstairs, so you and Albus are going to have to duke it out for the best one." Sirius commented as Harry and the aforementioned ancient man enlarged their suitcases and trunks. Harry shot Dumbledore a look before bolting up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. The howls of laughter coming from downstairs made The Boy-Who-Lived forget any previous doubts about coming here that he might have had before.

Two Days Later; Monday.

"Harry, I do believe that it would be in your best interest if you roused yourself from bed and began getting ready for your upcoming school day." Was the first thing Harry was met with when his sleep fogged mind met conscious, tangible, reality.

"Al, what did I tell you about coming into my room like that and waking me up?" Harry groaned, throwing a pillow over his head in a very uncharacteristic gesture. "It's rather troublesome." He finished, his groggy voice muffled by the grey pillow.

"Hmm, you haven't used that pet-name with me in quite some time. Months I believe." Albus commented with a light tone to his voice as he reached over and removed the offending pillow from Harry's head. "I believe I quite enjoy it." He finished before exiting the room, humming to himself.

Harry growled before throwing his legs over the bed to get ready. He never had been a morning person, ever. In fact, he recalled several occasions in which his Uncle Vernon had woken him rather early and he had become quite snappy with the man, causing the blubbering walrus to become angry but surprised at the amount of authority his nephew's voice obviously commanded. Harry smirked at the memories while he brushed his teeth and washed his face. He took one glance as his perfectly messed hair and decided to leave it as it was.

He threw on black pants and a silver and dark grey Henley before grabbing the book bag Sirius had purchased for him and exiting the bedroom. His senses were immediately overwhelmed with the smell of eggs frying and the loud, raucous, and completely obnoxious sounds his godfather was currently making downstairs. Harry all but pranced down the steps and into the kitchen, taking up a stool at the granite island in the center of the room. Remus placed a plate of eggs, sausage and toast in front of him before he could even say a word.

"What would you like to drink, pup? Coffee, Milk, Juice, a Mimosa?" Sirius chuckled as Remus swatted him for offering alcohol to someone Harry's age. Said teenager squeaked the word 'juice' before hurriedly eating his breakfast. He slid off the stool and looked at the clock. He should be leaving in about five minutes if he wanted to make it on time.

"I suppose you'll need a car to drive to school?" Sirius asked sheepishly, obviously not wanting to relinquish hold upon his pricey sports car for the day. "The one I ordered for you isn't here yet, so you'll have to drive mine for just today." He stated, putting emphasis on the last to words before dropping the keys into Harry's hand.

Harry's stomach flip flopped at the idea of pulling up in Sirius's Lotus Elise; he didn't want to draw attention, as he figured most of the students attending school with him would be driving modest vehicles. He didn't want to be the odd one out, but it's not like he really had any other viable option, so he reluctantly trotted outside and got into the car that was parked securely in the garage. He threw his book bag into the passenger seat before pulling out and heading down the road towards school. He was surprised he remembered the way from yesterday, and that it only took fifteen minutes to get there. He was a little early, and he noticed that most of the kids were crowded around their cars, loitering in the parking lot as he pulled into an empty spot. He sighed as he noticed twenty or thirty pairs of eyes fixated on him.

It obviously hadn't been uncommon gossip that there was to be a new kid in school, but now it was blatantly obvious that Harry was wealthy, which he assumed was something not very common in the area. He couldn't wait to see the reactions when he spoke with his accent. He glided gracefully out of the driver's seat and onto the asphalt, before grabbing his book bag and locking the doors. He marched straight to the office entrance, determined to ignore the hushed whispers and obvious stares. In his grit to do so, he failed to notice five gazes taking in his every move and detail as he slipped through the student parking lot.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he whipped open the door to the office, causing the secretary to give him a very pointed look. He walked over to the desk softly, trying to not make too much of a disturbance.

"Can I help you?" She asked, as the heavy scent of cinnamon gum filtered through the air towards him. The woman's dark lipstick and bored gaze made Harry smirk internally.

"Yes, I'm Harry Potter-Black." He stated, opting to use the conjoined last name he had adopted since the end of the war for his godfather. He smirked inside even more as the woman suddenly looked thrilled. Sirius had obviously put on his charms when he had enrolled Harry, and the secretary was now pointedly enamored with the devilish man.

"Oh, of course! Here's your schedule and map, and this is an attendance slip, you'll have to get it signed by all your teachers before returning it at the end of the day." She commented, before handing Harry the papers and highlighting routes for him to take in order to get to his classes. He smiled and thanked her accordingly before slipping into the hall just as the bell rang. He looked at the schedule to see what the first class was:

Government CP – Period One, Mr. Shandors. Room 3.

Harry shuddered at the thought of learning anything political or government related, but pressed on anyway. He navigated down the hallways before stopping in front of a room labeled 3. He stepped inside and was immediately assaulted with the smell of dust and aging glue. The green and blue carpet on the floor was caked with dirt and stains, he noticed as he wandered over to the teacher's desk at the front of the room. There were only two other students in the class, which he was glad for. Less embarrassment from being gawked at. The teacher scribbled his signature on his slip and told him he could sit in the empty seat in the second row by the window. Harry regretted the sarcastic remark he made about "Which seat, considering almost all seats in that row were empty." When the man gave him a glare fit for a demon.

He shuffled to his seat as quickly as possible, trying his best to blend in while the rest of the class filed in and took their seats. He opted for writing random things and doodling in his notebook. He took as many notes as possible as class droned on, but he couldn't help but feel the incessant sidelong glances and heated, hushed whispers that were being exchanged throughout the class. Harry was thankful that the teacher didn't call on him at all when the bell finally ended.

He sifted in and out of the periods mindlessly, trying his best to keep his face guarded and his mind aware. He was doing his best to appear natural, like he wasn't out of place at all, when he really was. It was almost imminent when he was approached during third and fifth period by a very demanding and persistent girl named Jessica. She was tolerable enough, Harry decided, but she was nothing compared to Hermione and Ron. He felt a rigid pain shoot through his chest at the thought of his two best friends, who were back home, living comfortably in a place they were so familiar with, starting a family and settling down. While he was here, in a foreign country, living in a town with werewolves and vampires and god knows what else, going through muggle high school during the day and helping a possibly loony old man build a complete and solid magical society by night.

He sighed as Jessica led him to the cafeteria, chattering on about some nonsense. He supposed it had been the right decision to come here, Albus had expressed an explicit need of Harry, and he wasn't about to deny the old man his company. But was it really necessary for him to go to school?

'Yes,' he began, mentally berating himself. 'Because it would seem extremely odd if a sixteen year old boy wasn't going to school.' He thought as he entered the cafeteria, the sound of conversation buzzing through the large, and atrium like room. He felt the same pain shoot through him as he began to compare the place to the Great Hall. He imagined the vast room, with its ever changing ceiling, and long, glossy, wooden table's placed elegantly across the expanse of stone floor. The various Houses distinguishable from even a glance, all of the teachers watching the students from their perch at the staff table. No, nothing would ever compare to anything that Hogwarts had to offer. The school that had become so much like a home to him seemed so distant in his heart and mind that he feared it would soon become just a fleeting memory.

He vaguely registered the sensation of being seated at a table, and polite introductions taking place. Harry didn't have the heart to try and commit the names to memory, since most of the people weren't the type he'd normally befriend. He didn't want to pull out of his memories anyway, not when they were this warm and welcoming. He propped his head up and focused on a loose wall tile as he began to bask in nostalgic bliss. He remembered everything happy he could think of: Hogsmeade, freeing Sirius, Quidditch, being sorted first year, becoming friends with Hermione and Ron, Christmas at the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley's home cooked meals, Trelawney getting tipsy on brandy at Slughorn's parties. Anything that he could grasp his mind around he clung too desperately, not wanting to let any part of those special times slip away.

He was in the middle of a particularly good memory of when he had spent the day in Remus's office during third year and the werewolf had been telling him of a rather blundering escapade that his father and godfather had somehow dragged him into when he felt it. It was warm, and it brushed against his conscious lightly, comfortingly. It was humming slightly, like it was thoroughly enjoying the swirl of Harry's thoughts and feelings, encouraging him to continue. The Gryffindor froze when he realized that someone had been reading his thoughts, had been peering at his memories. He quickly remembered everything Snape had taught him, throwing up mental shields and fortifying them as best he could. He felt a shiver run up his spine. How could he have not noticed it before? And who here could be trained in the art of Legilimency or Occlumency. He felt a gentle prodding at the barriers, but he just pushed it back with his mental energy.

He buried his face in his hands, hoping the person would forget all they had seen. If it was simply a muggle with advanced seeing skills – no, it couldn't be. It had to be someone familiar with magical skills and training. He shivered as he felt eyes on him. His shoulders tensed at the looming feel of the heavy gaze centered on him. It wasn't like the ones from before, no, this was far different. It felt as if the person was boring into his soul, analyzing every flaw and blemish of his very being. He lifted his head slightly and peered at the cafeteria through split fingers. It only took a few moments of scanning before he was met with rich topaz eyes.

Harry lowered his hands to get a better look at the teen, who was sitting at a table with four other people. They were all staring in opposite directions, all obviously intent on something different. They each had a tray of food in front of them consisting of the same items, but not one of them was even sparing it a glance. His eyes drank in the sight of them. They were the embodiment of perfect, all of them. Pale, flawless skin seemed to glow in the ambience of the artificial light in the cafeteria. They all looked related because of that, the skin color. But that was where the similarities practically ended. Harry looked over the girl on the right, her blonde hair falling silkily down to about the middle of her back in an ongoing stream of shimmering gold color. Her perfect figure was most likely the envy of most of the female student body, and her gorgeous face screamed beauty. Next to her, on the right was a bulky man, who Harry didn't take any particular interest in at first glance. He looked like a bear in human form, just sitting there, ready to pounce and maul any threat that presented itself. He too, was uncommonly beautiful just like the girl next to him.

Next to him was the boy who had been staring at him, his bronze hair shining, the messy mop accentuating the defined jaw line of the face presented to Harry. He was obviously the youngest, but that didn't deter the boy in his path to handsome. He was much smaller than the bulky man sitting next to him, but he wasn't scrawny at all. He looked like he was brooding, as if the world were out to get him. And part way through Harry's thorough examination, those same piercing topaz eyes met his, and he quickly felt the same, soft, mental prodding he had earlier.

'He was the one reading my mind.' The Gryffindor quickly concluded, eyes narrowing slightly at the uncharacteristically good looking boy. He'd have to look into him further at a later point in time.

His gaze quickly shifted away from the unconfirmed mind reader to a very petite girl, whose dark spiky hair made her stick out against her apparent siblings. Harry noticed that her frame was very small, and pixie-like, almost bony even. But she seemed to hold this air about her, like Harry's day was immediately brightened by her mere presence. She was like sunshine, as crazy as it sounded. Harry caught sight of her murmuring something to someone next to her, her mouth moving too fast for him to distinguish what was being said. He looked to the recipient of the conversation and saw a blonde haired boy, who was slightly bigger than the one who had been staring at him, looking extremely pained and uncomfortable. That look, as Harry would recall at a later date, was what sealed the deal.

Everything clicked together at that point, causing the young wizard to close his eyes and breathe out raggedly. He collected his thoughts before catching Jessica's attention. He had to choose his words carefully during the conversation, as Harry was sure more than one occupant of the table he had been examining would be listening in.

"Jessica, who are they?" Harry queried, trying to keep the question simple and his tone noncommittal. He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the girl when she smiled knowingly when she realized who he was talking about. 'As if she has any clue. .' He scoffed.

"Those are the Cullens and the Hailes." She stated matter of factly. "They're all foster children," she continued, her voice becoming more and more irritating. "Dr. Carlisle and his wife took them in, apparently." The expression on her face appeared scandalized, as if taking in orphans was now a crime.

"That was very kind of them." Harry commented, obviously trying to wipe the apprehensive look she was wearing off her self righteous face.

"Yeah, but Dr. Carlisle is really young. He's only in his early thirties." She commented, looking at Harry for a reaction.

"Then it's even nicer that they took in so many children at such a young age. He must be a very nice man." Harry retorted, catching a small smile from the bronze haired one. "What are their names?" He pushed further, wanting to get more information.

Jessica huffed, obviously annoyed, before continuing. "The blonde girl is Rosalie Haile, and the one next to her is Emmet Cullen. The one in the middle is Edward Cullen, and next to him is Alice Cullen. Then on the far end next to Alice is Jasper Haile." She offered. Harry smirked. So the mind reader was Edward Cullen.

"Edward." He muttered allowed, he liked the way it sounded when he said it to himself. Obviously Jessica had heard him though, and she scowled before looking back over at the table, obviously unsettled by them.

"Yeah, but they're all dating each other anyway." She elaborated at Harry's curious gaze. "Rosalie and Emmet, Alice and Jasper. They're all together, and they live in the same house!" She squeaked, obviously offended by the prospect.

"Hmm, and what about Edward?" He asked, not missing the slight shift of said boy's features. Harry could tell he was smirking.

"He doesn't date; apparently he's too good for anyone here." She sniffed; it was obvious that she had been turned down by the boy. He was probably the object of most girls' affections in the school.

"Or perhaps, he just hasn't found anyone worth taking an interest in." Harry snapped, causing Jessica to withdraw from the conversation. Harry stared at the table for a while longer, taking in every feature of the five occupants. He was positive about it now, if he ever had a doubt before.

He slowly lowered the mental barriers he had put up, and almost immediately felt the presence of the bronze haired undead boy, Edward.

'I know what you are.' He mentally whispered, before closing off his mind completely. He saw from the corner of his eye a head snap in his direction, but he didn't turn to meet it. Instead he focused on a conversation with the person that was sitting across from him until the period ended. When the bell rang, he gathered his things and exited the cafeteria as quickly as possible, with only one destination in mind:

Biology.

SERIOUS CLIFFHANGER.

dundundun.

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