A Strange Imprint

This story is part of my request series All About Harry. Do you want to make a request? Look at my bio page for info.

This is a Harry Potter Twilight Crossover. There is imprinting between two males here more specifically Harry and Jacob and that means slash, something of graphical nature may appear later on.

I don't own anything you might recognize, Twilight, Harry Potter, etc.

Chapter 1
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Jacob was running swiftly through the forest; his claws digging into the earth as he propelled himself forward with great force. Things were peaceful at the moment. Victoria hasn't been sighted for some time, thought they all knew that it was bound to happen sooner or later. He listened to his pack mates in his mind, trying to discern if they had discovered anything more interesting than he had. Quil and Paul were on patrol with him and as he allowed their thoughts to filter through his mind he knew that they hadn't come across anything noteworthy either. Though the peace and quiet should be a good thing, it was grating on his nerves, making him anxious. It was too good to be true and he was itching for a chance to do something hands on about the situation.

Jacob was running near Forks when he smelled it. A low growl rumbled in his throat before he could stop it, working on instinct. Rival, his mind supplied.

"What's wrong Jake?" Quil asked in his mind, having picked up Jacob's new sense of unease.

"I smell wolf," he replied. "Not any of the packs from around here. Male. He's alone."

"Oh. No blood suckers then?" Paul asked slightly disappointed, having thought that it might be the case when he was alerted to Jacob reacting with hostility.

"No. Not this time. I hear something. I think he's here."

"The wolf?"

"No, the yeti. Yeah, Quil, the wolf."

"Right, no need to snap. Hey, do you figure the yeti is real? I mean between us, the blood suckers, and the other sort of werewolves we've heard about-"

"Ateara are you serious?" Paul asked incredulously, not allowing Quil to finish his sentence.

"Why not?"

"Because it's the yeti?"

"Fine, never mind."

Jacob stopped. He angled his ears trying to pick up where the sound was coming from. He could hear the slight rustling of leaves up ahead, and the smell of alpha-wolf got stronger as it was carried in the light breeze. He stared into the forest, getting ready for a possible confrontation. He felt a bit wary as this wasn't normal behaviour for a wolf. No normal wolf wouldn't approach this area, not when the scent of their pack was so saturated throughout the region. The tribe had never had any trouble with them previously. As the Quileute wolves begun to appear all the packs of normal wolves had moved away, knowing instinctively that this new pack was stronger and that it would be detrimental to their continued existence to challenge them.

Suddenly a shadow emerged from the trees, completely silent. It was indeed a wolf and it was huge. It was just as large as Jacob himself, or slightly larger, rivalling Sam.

Jacob felt his eyes widen, his pupils dilating to take in more light. His whole world narrowed, the wolf in front of him became the centre of his universe. A glowing heat filled his chest and unexplainable joy made his heart soar. All thoughts of Bella, and the vampires she associated with faded away. Unconsciously his tail started wagging vigorously.

"Oh, my god!" he could vaguely hear Quil exclaim. "Jake, you didn't!"

"Yes, he did," said Paul, mirth in his voice. "Black actually imprinted on a wolf. A male fucking wolf! Hold on I have to let the others know. Maybe the yeti is real after all…" Paul's mental voice disappeared as he phased back into human form.

"Jake, hold on, I'm on my way!"

Jacob didn't care much about his friend's worried exclamation. He was still staring at the huge wolf which had padded up to him, sitting back on its haunches just a few feet from him. Its fur was a dark gray, turning lighter on the belly and legs, but the feature that caught Jacob's attention the most was this wolf's eyes. They were a striking emerald colour.

I'm glad that we see colours better than regular wolves, he thought fleetingly. It would suck, not being able to experience that colour fully.

"Jake, just relax I'm almost there!" Quil said in his mind, Jacob barely heard him. He took a slow step forward, still aware of that this creature was a wolf and he didn't want to startle it. It remained seated on its haunches, completely relaxed. A soft rumble was emitted from its chest, it wasn't threatening; it was closer to the wolf-equivalent of a purr.

"Jake, are you alright?" Quil had arrived and watched the scene in wonder. Jacob was standing next to an enormous dark gray wolf, both of them seeming to be relaxed, and dared he think it?- happy.

Jacob managed to look away from his imprint and focus on Quil. "Yeah, I'm good. I'm great, actually; though a bit confused. How is this possible?"

"I don't know, but we'll figure it out, buddy. Promise."

Jacob snorted mentally, he couldn't see how they would figure this out, but he was glad to have his friend's support nevertheless. "Thanks."

"Jacob? Quil?" Sam's voice appeared in their minds, a calm rumble.

"Yeah?"

"Where are you?"

"Near the treaty line, about halfway to Forks."

"Okay, we'll be there in a moment." Both Jacob and Quil could see through their alpha's eyes as he ran through the forest to their location, flanked by Paul and Jared.

The new wolf was looking at them curiously, still seemingly at ease. The three of them remained still, waiting, though Jacob had to restrain himself from moving towards the new wolf. He felt a very strong urge to make physical contact of some kind; longing to nuzzle the other wolf. It was very strange, an alien feeling of not being in control of yourself and not minding the lack of control.

"Just relax, it'll be okay," Quil said again and again in a soothing tone, and Jacob dearly hoped that it would turn out to be true, at the same time he wasn't worried. The world had at last change to feel right. He couldn't worry when he felt like this.

The dark gray wolf tensed a bit when the sound of rustling leaves and pounding paws drew closer, alerting them to the arrival of Sam and the others, still it did not bolt, making them realize that this wolf really wasn't acting in a normal way. This on the other hand made Jacob worry. Possibilities of his imprint being sick crossed through his mind and ideas of how to fix it followed.

"So what's going on here?" Sam asked, interrupting the panicking direction Jacob's thoughts were heading in. A moment after arriving the gigantic, jet black wolf that was Sam tensed, making the others grow wary. The other wolf had also tensed, backing away slightly.

"Sam Uley of the Quileute tribe." Sam said after a moment, his voice tense and strangely formal.

"We already know that," Paul muttered, all of them looking strangely at their alpha.

"Yes, that is right," Sam continued.

"Who are you talking to?" Jared asked, all of them wondering the same thing.

"Quiet," Sam snapped, and they had no choice but to obey as he had forced them with the power he had as the pack's alpha. Silence followed.

"Jacob has imprinted on you," Sam said. A pause. "As we know it is a soul-mate bond. It is unknown why it happens." Silence. "I think that we'd better continue this face to face." Another short pause. "After you then."

The dark gray wolf nodded its large head and a moment later it was gone, in its place stood a man who appeared to be in his mid-twenties. He had unruly black hair and the same green eyes as the wolf.

Sam phased back to his human shape as well and went up to the man grasping his hand and shaking it firmly. "Welcome to the tribe, Harry Potter."

End Chapter 1

AN 17th February 2013 (9th October 2013):

If you wonder about the end, then I'd just like to remind you that Alphas can speak to each other mentally. The wolf is simply Harry's animagus form which I've taken some liberties with, making it a spirit wolf like those the Quileute transform into.