A/N: Told you I'd start updating quicker. I'm taking the AP World History exam on Thursday so I've been doing this to procrastinate (which is like the only thing I'm good at *shot*)

Warnings: Same as usual

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter.

The landscape was covered in blood. Cutting and killing curses were flying through the sky in bright yellow and green streams, but Harry wasn't worried about that.

Voldemort was the one he was after. He was running, trying to focus on the sound of blood pulsing behind his ears instead of on the screams of those hit with the cruciatus curse.

He could feel a taunting in his head and knew it could only be from one person. He ran, waiting for the sound to get stronger. It did.

"Not so fast Potter," A voice growled. He nearly screamed in frustration as the unknown death eater pointed a wand at his face. Harry stared at the man defiantly for a moment, waiting for the bugger to drop his guard, just for a moment.

When he did, Harry lunged, grabbing the man's wand and throwing it behind him somewhere. He moved passed the stunned death eater, not bothering to knock him to the ground. He had to get to Voldemort.

"Cry to your blood traitor parents, you filthy piece of-" Harry turned and saw a Slytherin seventh year pointing his wand at what must have been a Gryffindor first year.

A pain surged through his scar and he remembered that he wasn't allowed to care about any fatalities. He was supposed to do his job and kill Voldemort, nothing else.

His scar stung and the taunting inside his head grew. He wanted to scream.

"-neris cavum" Harry focused at that moment and watched in horror as the unknown curse was sent at the Gryffindor.

It happened so quickly but the Gryffindor was okay. The body on the ground was not, and blood was seeping from a gaping hole that Harry could see even from where he was standing.

He wasn't the only one staring, heads turned from around the fighting. "Acelyn!" The Slytherin who attacked screamed, terror resonating in his voice as he ran forward, crying.

Harry was sure his heart stopped. Acelyn?

He heard the Slytherin sobbing into his downed housemates stomach, but forced himself to focus. Kill Voldemort, you can't care about this.

"-Drian! Hadrian!" Hadrian awoke with a start. "You okay, buddy?" Charlie asked, removing his hands from the boy's shoulders and taking a step back.

"Y-yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." Hadrian said, shaking the memory from his head as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Sorry."

"Well, it's fine. Everyone has bad dreams." Charlie said, even though he knew it was unusual for a healthy teenager to be having night terrors. "I know you don't know me all that well, Hadrian, but you can talk to me. About anything." Charlie said, smiling a little at the boy before leaving the room.

He headed towards his daughter's room, trying to forget the anguished faces the kid was pulling while in the midst of his nightmare. "Bella, you up?"

It was silent for a moment, but eventually he got an affirmative grunt from the other side of the door. "What?"

Charlie smiled at his daughter's bed head as he took a seat at her desk. "What do you know about Hadrian?" His daughter looked surprised by the question, which was understandable. "He had a nightmare."

Bella certainly didn't look like she saw the connection between Hadrian having a nightmare and her father needing to know more about him, but she answered nonetheless.

"I don't know. Mostly trivial stuff." She mumbled, righting herself so that she was sitting up. "He's clumsy, he likes the color red. He has an odd relationship with the Cullens"

"How?" Charlie asked, mostly out of shock that the Cullens were talking to an 'outsider'. Everyone knew they mostly stuck to each other.

"They sort of follow him around almost." Bella said, shrugging a bit. "I think they want to be friends with him, but he mostly tries to avoid them."

Charlie nodded his head, still confused and lacking any information that might explain nightmares. "Anything else?"

"Well no, but some of his scars are concerning." Bella said, thinking to the one on his hand in particular. "There are words carved into his hand."

Charlie winced. He thought about abuse when the first kid arrived with him, but now he was starting to find more and more things to validate his theory. "Thanks, Sweetheart," He said before leaving the room and heading to the kitchen. He grabbed a coffee, forgoing breakfast completely as he headed to the body.

He'd been called in to investigate an animal attack.

Bella watched as her father left with a frown on her face. Wasn't a nightmare just a nightmare?

She shook her head and stood up to start getting ready for the morning. She tried to distract herself from the odd conversation, but it kept making it's way to the forefront of her mind.

She and her father really didn't know much about Hadrian, it seemed. In fact, her father didn't seem to know anything about him at all.

And all she knew for certain was trivial things. Of course she'd noticed the scars, but she didn't ask. She figured Hadrian would tell her when he felt ready, but she wondered if her dad would take the same approach.

The thought of him confronting the green-eyed boy made her a little uncomfortable. She wasn't sure how she knew, but she was positive that Hadrian's past wasn't a happy one. She'd barely talked to him, but the boy wore his heart on his sleeve.

Body language alone was enough to tell that he was closed off from everyone.

Bella pulled her shirt on and realized that she was a little frustrated that she didn't know more about her housemate and resolved to rectify that.

Hadrian grimaced at his reflection in the mirror; his eyes at purple circles underneath them from his lack of sleep and his baggy sweatshirt made his body look even thinner. He turned his eyes away and instead turned his attention to putting toothpaste on to the toothbrush.

He finished brushing his teeth and went downstairs. Luckily, Bella wasn't down there yet so he skipped breakfast and headed straight for her car. He wasn't sure he would be able to deal with himself today, let alone other people.

Or vampires. Vampires that were no doubt watching him the night before.

He groaned, but forced himself to forget about it. He would create the signals out of compasses and he would help them kill XJ and then he could be normal again. Even if he might end up with vampire friends.

The thought still made him uncomfortable and he still felt a sense of anxiety when he thought about trusting them like he did George or Ginny. He knew he would never trust anyone as much as Ron and Hermione; they'd been through more together than he would probably ever go through with anyone else.

An ache in his heart reminded him that he desperately wanted to write them. Hedwig would be happy to fly again, he knew. He'd been letting her fly around whenever she wanted, but she was getting restless.

"Hey," Bella said, breaking the boy out of his thoughts. Hadrian gave a half smile in response. "Bad night, huh?"

Hadrian thought she sounded extremely uncomfortable and was confused as to why she was making an effort for conversation. "I didn't sleep well."

"I can tell," She teased, lightly.

"You don't have to try so hard," Hadrian said. "I mean, you don't have to act differently to get me to talk."

"Then how can I get you to talk," She asked, dropping the false extroversion she had been exhibiting a few moments before.

"I don't know," Hadrian responded honestly.

"Then how 'bout I ask you something," Bella said, "And if you don't want to answer, then don't?"

Hadrian shrugged his shoulders and threw on a seatbelt as Bella started the car and pulled out of the driveway. "All right."

Silence reigned in the car for a moment before Bella took a deep breath and spat out a question. "Did you try to commit suicide?"

Hadrian looked taken aback at the uncharacteristically direct question. "No...Why?"

"The scar." Bella said, before realizing she would have to elaborate. "On your forearm."

Realization dawned on Hadrian, only moments before the panic of needing a good excuse. "Oh, no. My cousin snapped my ulna and radius when I was fourteen. I needed surgery so they'd be properly realigned again."

Bella seemed to buy it, though she did look curious as to how his cousin broke it. "Okay then. What about the words on your hand?"

Hadrian froze up; there was no valid, alternate excuse for the words on his hand except for self-harm, but that would only create more lies for him to deal with. He decided to stay silent.

Bella seemed to realize that she wasn't going to get an answer. "Sorry," She murmured. "I know I'm being annoying. But you're a stranger living in my house."

"I know." Hadrian said, a smile gracing his features for a second. "I'm sorry. It's just that there are some things I don't want to or can't talk about."

"Why can't you?" Bella asked, catching onto the 'can't'. Hadrian just sent her a smile.

"Because it would kill me." Memories of his year away from Hogwarts flashed behind his eyes and he felt his breathing pick up a bit.

Bella, surprisingly, seemed to understand. At his raised eyebrows she frowned a little. "I'm dating a boy who won't tell me anything."

Hadrian's eyebrows grew higher. "So you're dating him now? Jacob, I mean." Bella nodded, a grin and blush growing on her face. "Congratulations."

"Thanks." She said. "What were your parents like?"

Hadrian paused again, and shrugged. "I personally don't know. They died when I was a baby." He started; glad to see that Bella's faith displayed sympathy and not pity, even though the difference was slim. "Their friends said they were nice, caring, in love. I wish I knew them."

"I know my parents individually," Bella said, deciding to spill a little about herself. She could almost hear Hadrian closing up. "But I barely remember them when they were together. All I remember was that they were happy."

"Do you know why that changed?" Hadrian asked, thinking back to Charlie Swan, who he noticed never seemed completely happy. There was always an underlying sadness in the man's brown eyes.

"No." Bella said, pulling in to the school parking lot. "I guess they just fell apart."

She pulled into a parking spot before turning her attention back on Hadrian. "I'm sorry," Hadrian said, pulling his bag to his lap. "And I'm sorry I haven't made an effort to get to know you. It's just that things are hectic right now."

Bella raised an eyebrow and Hadrian decided to take a leap of faith, for the first time in a long time. After all, if he couldn't trust his own family, how could he trust vampires?

"I've never been out of the UK before coming here," He started, taking note of the time and realizing he had less than five minutes to spill why he was antsy without revealing anything even slightly supernatural. "And I'm only going to be here for a little while and I guess I don't know if it's worth making friends that I won't be able to see very often."

"That's not the real reason," Bella said, shocking Hadrian. "You're transparent sometimes. You don't trust anyone." Hadrian was silent, feeling oddly threatened by his cousin's accusation. He knew the reason for his unease was because now that someone else had figured it out he couldn't say that it was all inside his head. "I don't blame you."

Hadrian and Bella were both silent for a minute. "You're right, but you don't understand what it's like to-" He cut himself off. "To go through what I have and come out in the same condition as when you went in."

Bella nodded. " I don't know what happened to you, but you can tell me. When you're ready."

"Thanks, but you might be waiting awhile." Hadrian said, jumping out of the car before Bella could respond, heart pumping blood through his neck so loud he could hear it.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Bella, in fact it was the opposite. He was unnerved by how un-pushy she was being. She wasn't pressing for answers and she wasn't expecting anything.

He cursed himself, concluding that when you got close to someone you realized how complicated they were.

And by that logic, he was close to the vampires as well.

A/N: I'm really not all that fond of this chapter so if you have any suggestions, tell me and I might add them. Especially on Bella's reactions. In twilight she seemed to go from quiet to confrontational, which is why she's so forward in this chapter, but I still don't think I got it right, Also, any spelling mistake or grammar errors you catch could be fixed if you tell me.