Harmony.

Basically this is Harry and Carlisle's story during Bella and Edward's four stories, Twilight, New moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. Their main romance is in a shorter set of chapters separate to this story to be posted soon in snippets. This story does not have M rated smut in (that's in the collection of snippets that show the beginnings of Harry and Carlisle's romance in Italy).

Harry in this story was born in 1780; nearly everything is the same as in the Harry Potter Books however. Apart from things like the Night Bus (buses weren't around then) and a few other things that will be explained think of it as mainly canon (just 200 years before) until explained otherwise.

Canon pairings apart from Carlisle/Harry.

This is Slash, male/male pairing.

I have completed this story and will post each chapter once I've finished editing it.

If you don't like it don't read it, I don't mind constructive criticism that is helpful but I won't listen to ill-meaning comments.

Summary: Harry had thought of his vampirism as a sort of death. After all, his heart didn't beat; he was quite literally the walking dead. That was before he met Carlisle in Italy while he stayed with the Volturi. It didn't take Carlisle long to show him that even death could have its fair share of dawns, new beginnings. Carlisle/Harry SLASH.

Prologue:

(1/11)

It was the talk of Forks when the Cullen family moved into town.

The talk never really died down either. Not with such juicy topics like everyone in the families extremely good looks, the fact that there were five adopted teenagers, their aloofness and the fact that Carlisle Cullen and Harry Potter-Cullen were gay.

The nurses at the hospital where Carlisle worked often sighed wistfully and said all the good ones were gay. Carlisle found it quite amusing really, it was far better than the reactions that he had got years ago.

Harry Potter-Cullen and Carlisle Cullen had five adopted teenagers; there was Jasper and Rosalie Cullen and Alice, Edward and Emmett Potter. Apparently Alice, Edward and Emmett were Harry's niece and nephews respectfully.

All seven of them were stunningly beautiful with incredibly pale skin, honey coloured eyes and musical voices. Harry had vivid green eyes, he was the only one in the family who didn't have honey coloured eyes.

Alice, Jasper, Edward, Emmett and Rosalie all attended Forks High School, Carlisle was a doctor who worked in the hospital at Forks and Harry occasionally taught the History class at Forks High.

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Harry smiled with contentment as his class filed out of the room, his lessons over for lunch.

From the rumours circulating it appeared that most in Forks believed Harry only worked part-time at Forks High, he did but he also taught history at Hogwarts. Of course that part was only known to his family and the wizarding world and he was a guest lecturer so it wasn't every day or even every week, due to the time difference it didn't coincide with his work in Forks.

The speculations running round at Hogwarts always made Harry laugh, it seemed finally after years of him not aging the students had worked out he was a vampire. He wondered when (if) they would ever realise he was Harry Potter...He no longer wore glasses or had a lightning bolt scar and his vampirism meant he looked different.

Harry was glad he had been born before cameras; it meant the wizarding world was slowly forgetting about The-Boy-Who-Lived. Too slowly for Harry's liking, it had been more than two centuries ago after all and it was weird teaching a class about himself but still, no wizard or witch alive knew him personally.

Harry noticed one of his students approaching his desk nervously. He was working in Forks today.

"Yes?" Harry asked softly his voice gentle and calm, just like always. It had frightened Harry at first, the changes to his body, the changes in general, even his voice had changed when he was turned!

The boy, this last class had been for those aged sixteen, fiddled with the straps of his rucksack apprehensively eyes flicking to the door and back. Harry smiled warmly to put the boy at ease.

"I don't bite." Harry said hiding his own private amusement at that particular comment; Harry had never properly drunk human blood, he stuck to animal. The boys lips barely twitched and Harry could feel his eyebrows furrow slightly in concern.

"Is everything alright?" Harry asked resisting the urge to move closer to the boy, Terry his name was, to soothe. Children in distress always did pluck Harry's heartstrings.

Terry sucked in a sharp breath and Harry ignored the ever constant burning in the back of his throat.

"It's just...you're the only one openly...what's it like being gay?" Terry blurted out flushing darkly. Harry bit down on his immediate retort 'what's it like being straight'. Harry tilted his head to one side thoughtfully.

"Emotions are emotions whether you are with a man or a woman, and sex is sex. It is people's preferences that make it different. I'm not quite sure how to answer your question." Harry responded slowly, frowning slightly.

Terry gave a ghost of a smile.

"How...how did you know you were um...gay?" Terry eventually asked. Harry chuckled and ignored Terry's slight daze at the melodious sound; he was far too used to humans reacting like that to him, or to any vampire really.

"When I was fourteen. Instead of appreciating the prettiest girls in my school I was admiring their boyfriends." Harry said making conscious effort to sound as though he had actually been born in the late 1900s instead of the late 1700s.

His eyes turned a little bleak at the remembrance. He could envisage how Cedric looked in the moments before he was murdered. His kindness and fairness. It had been a mere crush and he would probably barely remember the teenager now had not he been killed in front of him.

It was another of his oddities as a vampire that he remembered most if not all of his human life.

"How...how did your parents react?" Terry asked sounding a little more relaxed and a little surer of himself now.

"My parents died when I was one. My aunt and uncle however...were not very tolerant." Harry replied hesitantly at Terry's questioning look Harry continued.

"My uncle beat me bloody and locked me in a cupboard for days." Harry said in his usual relaxed tones. Of course it had been his uncle's suspicions, Vernon had never actually had proof or really known Harry liked men. But Vernon didn't like Harry at all and had only barely refrained from calling him a witch in public and having him hanged.

For the time and age Harry supposed his relatives had been remarkably tolerant. They didn't kill him after all or send him to the hangman's noose Harry rather believed it was because they didn't want their precious reputation ruined than any fondness for him himself. They didn't want to be known as the witch's family or the sodomites Aunt and Uncle.

Harry noticed Terry's appalled look and hastily tried to soothe the poor boy who now was probably worried about the reactions his parents would have if they found out he was gay.

"Don't worry; your parents wouldn't do anything like that." Harry reassured the boy. Terry shot Harry and incredulous look before smiling brightly.

"I know they won't. Thanks sir." Terry called as he walked out the room. Harry stared at where the boy had been baffled by his apparent random optimism as he had left.

He turned when an amused chuckle met his ears.

"Edward." Harry greeted smiling as he took in the sight of his 'adopted son'. "I didn't scare the poor lad did I?" Harry asked worriedly, he hoped the boy would be alright, although this wasn't the 1800s anymore.

"No, quite the opposite. You gave him the courage to tell his parents." Edward said shaking his head at his silly 'father'.

"How so?" Harry asked, he hadn't said anything particularly noteworthy; in fact his comments would be more likely to produce the opposite effect. Fear of exposure rather than courage, it hadn't been his intention but Harry did so despise lying.

"He realised that his parents wouldn't dream of doing something like what your uncle did to you, you gave him the worst case scenario and he realised it really wasn't feasible in his situation." Edward explained.

Harry shook his head in bewilderment gathering up his folders. It seemed his 'children' would be giving him a lift home today.

"To be fair though, I got off lightly. I wasn't hung drawn and quartered." Harry commented ignoring the usual stares he and Edward got walking down the corridors together.

"Yes. Today however violence is frowned upon." Edward responded trying in vain to block out the various thoughts and fantasies that involved him or his family from the surrounding humans.

Harry laughed and heads turned at the musical sound.

Edward smiled fondly at Harry. For a vampire his father was rather cheery and bubbly, not the same kind of exuberant cheer Alice sometimes indulged in and Edward knew he wasn't the only one in their mismatched family that basked in the warmth of Harry's emotions.

There was something pure about Harry's thoughts, something wholesome that was rare. Edward knew Jasper relaxed when around Harry for Harry's pleasant emotions.

The best thing was that Harry was utterly unfeigned in everything and it was soothing for Jasper and Edward especially.