Ok so I'm not dead. I have had very stubborn writers block, especially on this story, for a very long time. Also in the last year I've moved six times and got in another car accident. I work two jobs and have very little time off. None of my stories are abandoned and I have never stopped trying to work on them. I finally got a bit of inspiration for this after rereading what I had already. So here's a chapter.

I also want to thank everyone for their reviews and PMs. I read all of them and always respond to PMs as soon as I get them.

I am trying to be a nice author and update all of my stories, but this one is stubborn. I have really bad writers block for it and very little inspiration of late. I hope that if this sucks you will all be honest with me…

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Is it at all confusing that Harry thinks of himself as Harry but everyone calls him Evan? I cant decide…

"Talking" - phone

"Talking" - parseltongue

"Talking" - normal

'Thinking'

"Talking" – Latin

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Chapter 4

Harry silently followed Dr. Cullen down the hallway until they reached what was obviously the mans office. When they entered, Harry jumped casually up onto the desk and gazed at the blonde unblinkingly.

"So Evan, What happened?" The doctor asked as he gathered a large needle and thick tread.

"Eh… I moved wrong in class." He blushed in embarrassment.

"And how did you gain such injuries in the first place?"

"I was stupid enough to enter wolf territory. The Alfa did not take kindly to me." The taller of the two sighed and looked at him like he was hopeless. A look that Draco had given him many times before.

"A wolf? Really Evan?"

"Yeah. I have a bad habit of not thinking before I act." The doctor sighed and shook his head.

"I'm going to give you a painkiller before I start."

"No. I don't want it."

"Are you sure? This is going to hurt."

"It's fine. I don't like meds that dull my senses… And I've had worse." Dr. Cullen sighed, but eventually nodded.

"Alright. If you insist." And so, the man carefully cleaned the area around the wound before cautiously beginning to stitch the wound. Harry had felt worse pain before and was actually rather desensitized to it, meaning that when the extremely sharp needle slid through his skin like butter and pulled the coarse thread after it, he didn't flinch.

Harry sighed and tried to keep his body relaxed so the doctor could do his work, and managed to do rather well at it.

"What made you come to Forks, Evan? And by yourself?" asked, pulling Harry out of his thoughts.

"When I was a baby, my parents died, leaving me to be raised by Mums sister and her husband… they never liked me much, and told me many lies, about everything… Mum and dad had paid my tuition for boarding school when I was born and when I started there I learned how far the lies went. I went there for five years before my friend and I dropped out. We were camping when I ran into the wolf. I got tired of people trying to control my life, so when I found out I had inherited a home from some distant relatives, I jumped at the chance for a fresh start." It had been a bit longwinded. More than he had intended, but it was technically true.

"I see." Was all the man said as he finished stitching and cut the thread. "Well Evan, I think you'll live."

"At this point, if I die, I have problems… and my friend'll kill me." He laughed.

"Ahhh. Well we can't have that, so come see me next week, and I'll take another look at it, see how its healing.

"Alrighty. I'll probably see you before that. Jasper and I have a music project to work on." Harry told him.

"Ah. You've met my kids?" his voice was curious, but Harry thought he saw something else in the mans eyes. Worry maybe?

"Just Jasper. We had class together." Harry stood up and stretched a bit. "Well Dr. Cullen, I'll see you soon." And he turned and walked out.

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When Harry got back to school, he had to face a wall of worried faces in his next class. Biology. Joy. He didn't know why they were so worried though. They just met him that day. It was probably because they wanted him to think they cared. He didn't though. They would be over it by the next week, when they realized he wanted nothing to do with him.

The teacher looked at him skeptically until he showed the doctors release to return to class, and then assigned him a seat. He wound up sitting next to another of the Cullens. This one didn't seem to want to look at him for long and seemed to think he smelled bad or something, because he was breathing away from him. Although, with what Harry had realized earlier, he could think of several reasons why. And he wasn't going to let any of those reasons stop him from talking to someone he wanted to talk too.

"Hi. I'm Evan." He said to the boy next to him. He was glared at for his trouble. "Well fine, be that way. I thought Dr. Cullen would have adopted more polite people than you." He said, trying for a rise.

"I'm plenty polite when I've a mind to be!"

"Really?" He paused, trying to appear contemplative. "I don't see it. Someone with manners would introduce themselves, when spoken to."

"Edward…" the other finally said.

"Oh, I know. Jasper told me who you all were already. I just prefer for people to introduce themselves." The other seemed dumbfounded by the answer.

"Oh. That makes sense."

"Misters Black and Cullen, would you kindly pay attention to the lesson." The teacher said loudly. Harry smirked at Edward before turning to face the front. Mission accomplished.

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Harry stood next to his car after school, waiting for Jasper to meet up with him. They were going to discuss when to work on their project.

"Are you alright Evan?" a voice simpered from behind him.

"And you are?" he asked bluntly.

"Jessica Stanley. We met at lunch." She said.

"Ah. You're the rude one. Leave." He said without looking at her. He heard her indignant gasp, and the retreating footsteps.

"That was kind of you Evan." He turned and smirked at Edward Cullen.

"Well thank you Edward."

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End chapter four.