AN: This is the last one.

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Harry

Harry Potter was standing in the middle of the house he had rented. He didn't know he long he was going to stay in Forks, wanted to try things out first, and if it worked out he would buy a house later. He was just putting away the last of his things, and dropped down on the couch in front of him with a sigh. The Jet-lag was bothering him, and he was tired after the flight and unpacking things. And he missed Draco. He knew it would get better and that he would just have to work his way through it, but he still missed him dearly.

Harry forced himself up from the couch and tried to set his mind on something else. He had promised Sirius that he would head out to the Blacks in La Push, and he figured he might as well do that now. He made a quick call to Billy Black, who had been expecting him, and drove the car down to the reserve. He parked the car and turned of the engine, and as he stepped up the stairs to the front door, it opened and showed a dark skinned man in a wheelchair and Charlie Swan, who Harry had met when he moved there.

"Hi, you must be Billy, I'm Harry. And hi again Chief Swan," Harry held out his hand and Billy took it before Harry shook hands with Charlie as well.

"Sure is. Welcome to La Push. Hang on a second, and you'll get to meat my son. JACOB!" He called out towards the garage, and a teenager, maybe 14 or 15 came walking out. He had obviously been fixing at a car or something the like, as his naked torso had smudges of oil on it and an old rag hang out from his back pocket. He walked towards Harry with a smile and shook his outstretched hand.

"Jacob, this is Harry Potter-Black, he's a distant relative form England. Harry, this is my son Jacob."

"Hi, nice to meet you." Harry smiled at him again, he needed some friends here and even though none of them were his age, it was better than nothing.

"Likewise. How are we related?" The four of them walked into the house as they talked.

"Well, not in the normal way. My Godfather, Sirius Black, adopted me since my parents are dead, so it's mainly by name, but I wanted to visit you guys anyway and send greetings from Sirius. I think Sirius is your dads fourth or fifth cousin or something the like." Jacob seemed to sigh at that, but Harry couldn't really pick up on why.

Harry decided to stay for dinner and when he left he had an open invitation to come whenever he liked. Both Billy and Charlie were extremely friendly, and they were best friends, so Harry knew that if he wanted to know the Blacks, Charlie followed naturally. Jacob, or Jake as he insisted Harry call him, where a nice kid. He was a little hung up on things a fourteen year old boy would be, but it was refreshing, and he reminded Harry a little of his nine year old Godson back in England. Harry decided that he would try to visit them as much as possible, but for the rest of the weekend he needed to get ready for his first day.

Harry walked into his last class of the day. Everything had gone smoothly, even though he had gotten more than his share of winks and propositions. It had been an easy subject to teach for him, and he liked his co-workers, even if he was by far the youngest one. As he walked into the last class, he could see all the seats were full in this class as he leaned against his desk in front.

"Welcome back to school. I am your new music teacher, Harry Potter-Black, but you can call me Mr. Black." They all said hello back, and he started the class. He soon realised that there was one individual that wasn't particularly human. He had almost jumped when he felt someone try to penetrate his occlumency shields, and had started to observe the class. After a while, he realised it was a boy who looked to be seventeen, and that he was a vampire, but one who obviously didn't feed on humans. He decided that he had to keep an eye on this boy, one Edward Cullen, to see if he could figure it out.

When the class left, Mr. Cullen didn't seem to want to leave and Harry almost had to throw him out. By Friday, Harry had come to the conclusion that the Cullens, as their family was rather well known in Forks, had to be drinking animal blood instead of human, and that it explained their eyes. When he noticed that Mr. Cullen's eyes seemed darker when he was about to leave class, Harry stopped in door way next to his student and smiled at him.

"You should feed soon." Harry could almost see the tension leaving Mr. Cullen's shoulders and wondered what that was about, but soon forgot about it as he left the school.

The weeks went by, and Harry was happy in his new home. He kept visiting Billy and Jake several times a week and got to know them fairly well. When Billy told him the Quileute stories, Harry soaked it up like a sponge to tell Teddy, his Godson the next time he visited. Jake hang around him whenever he could, but Harry figured the boy just looked up to him. The only negative so far was one Edward Cullen. He had tried to corned Harry several times, and kept insisting on being called Edward. Harry reminded him every time that it wasn't proper as he was his teacher, and that if Mr. Cullen needed anything, he could ask in class. The young boy tried to get Harry to teach him to play, as if Harry didn't remember the first class where he had played fluently. It was getting rather annoying.

Christmas was coming up, and Harry couldn't wait to go to England and celebrate with his family. All his loved ones had agreed on Christmas eve together, followed by opening presents Christmas morning, and Harry missed them all dearly.

It was the day after school let out Harry got some surprise visitors. He was just packing up his bags when the doorbell rang, and he went to open it to find Jake standing there.

"Hi, Jake, what can I do for you?"

"Ehm, could I come in? I need to talk to you." Jacob bit his lip and seemed rather nervous, and Harry got a little concerned and led the younger boy into the living room. He sat down on the arm of the couch before he asked.

"Is something wrong?"

"Not exactly, there's just something I have to tell you. You know the stories about our tribe?" Harry nodded, and Jake continued. "Well, they are true. Me, and two others in the tribe, are werewolfs." Harry's eyes widened as he thought about it. It wasn't really that surprising and some of the kids on the rez were huge, so it would explain a lot.

"Okay, I get that, but why are you telling me this?" Harry frowned as he hoped everything was all right and that they hadn't figured out about magic somehow. And then he realised that Jake was probably not supposed to talk about this.

"Okay, you see, the thing is... we can imprint on someone, to find the perfect mate," Harry gave another nod of understanding. "and I've imprinted on you."

Harry felt a shock go through him just as the doorbell rang again. He got up in somewhat of a haze and shook off his shock as he reached the hallway. Harry knew it was impossible for Jake to have imprinted on him, he just wasn't sure how to make the teenager understand that.

As he opened the door, Edward Cullen was standing in front of him, and he almost groaned. Wasn't one creature enough for one night.

"Mr. Cullen! Can I help you?" Harry couldn't help but sound clipped as he was rather frustrated.

"Well... I was wondering if I could come in?" The whine was obvious in Mr. Cullens voice, and Harry almost groaned again, but let him into the hallway. Harry looked at his student impatiently, and the Vampire started to talk.

"Well, you see... I know you know that I'm a Vampire." At Harry's nod he continued. "You probably then also know that I only eat animals, a so called veggie vampire." Another nod. "Well, the thing is that we have mates. And I found mine. Your my mate." Harry swore inside his head. How the hell could this happen, and how in the world had Harry gotten either boy to thing he belonged to them. With a hard look on his face he led Mr. Cullen into the living room, and as they walked in, Jake stood up from his seat on the sofa with a hopeful expression. When he saw Mr. Cullen, he growled and at the Vampire's answering growl, Harry qiuckly bound them with magical ropes to each their kitchen chair and put up a shield in between them.

"Now, I believe that for some reason, you both think I am your mate. First I want to know why you would think such a thing." Both creatures started talking on the same time, and Harry stopped them with a hand. "Jake, you go first."

Jake squirmed a little, but looked certain of himself and started talking. "Well, when you first came to visit us, I was instantly attracted to you, and I have never liked a guy before. You were funny and kind and I liked you a lot. And then I turned to a wolf and Sam told me about the Imprinting thing, and I was sure that it had to be you. I wanted to see you all the time, and wanted your attention." Jake smiled at Harry as he finished.

"That's it?" Harry asked the young boy with an emotionless voice and turned to Mr. Cullen at the nod he got.

"Mr. Cullen. Your turn."

"When I saw you the first time, you fascinated me. I can usually read thoughts, but I couldn't read yours and I felt like I just had to get to know you. You were an enigma to me and the more I got to know the more I wanted to know. And then you told me to go feed, and you touched me without flinching, and I just knew it had to be you."

"You done?" Harry spoke in the same emotionless voice, and he rubbed his face in his hands before looking at the two boys.

"Listen. Jake, I like you and think you are a great guy, but what you are explaining are not an imprinting. It's a crush. As for not liking guys before, have you liked any girls? You are probably just going through your puberty. I am sorry, but I am not your mate, you are at least ten years younger than I am. It just doesn't work that way." At Jake lost and Mr. Cullens smug look, Harry turned to the Vampire. "And you. Just because you can't read my thoughts, doesn't mean I'm your mate. You have been stalking me at school and at home the last six months, and if you don't quit it, I will report you. Being intriguing does not make a mate. Everything you have said can be explained by one thing. My magic. I am a wizard, and thus touching you doesn't bother me, and I have met vampires were, which is why I knew what you and your family is. I block my mind with magic, which is why you can't read my mind." He went back to looking at both of them. "Besides..." But he was cut off by a sound from the stairs behind him, and he turned around. He smiled when he saw a face he hadn't seem for months now coming down the stairs. His chiselled face, beautiful grey eyes and soft blond hair made Harry's heart clench in longing and gave him a rather hard member. He walked to Draco with a huge smile and they had a short snogging session; it had been months since last time.

"Besides," Draco's drawl was as welcome as the snogging had been. "Harry is married, and all ready has a mate."

Harry turned in his husbands arms, so that he was facing the two visitors again. Their shock was obvious and Harry gave them a small smile. "Draco has been finishing his degree back in England, and I needed to get away a little, so I decided to come here. But I have resigned my position as your teacher. Six months was enough for me." He gave a twich with his hand and their bonds were off. They were thrown out of the house, and as the door closed behind them, they heard Harry moaning, and seconds later all that was left on the doorstep was the rags of Jacob's clothes.