All is fair in pranks and revenge!
Harry spent the next few days in a daze.
When he’d first stood up to Lauren on Monday, he felt proud. Then he quickly became slightly afraid that his new friends would abandon him, choosing to stay with someone they’d known far longer than him, even if she was a bully. Of course he wouldn’t have been alone now that he had the Cullens but still, he did like Angela, Eric, Mike and yes, Jessica. He’d avoided them all on Tuesday and Wednesday, choosing to hide rather than deal with the fallout. It was rather easy since he could also hide behind the Cullen’s as many students were too intimidated to approach them.
However come Thursday morning he was immediately accosted by Jessica who quickly began to hound him for the details on what had happened. The others had quickly joined them, Mike and Eric were silent waiting for Harry to begin his story, Angela’s eyes were searching and Jessica was pestering. He tells them everything, their eyes slowly widening as he nears the end. Angela and Eric were disgusted by Lauren’s behaviour, Mike was also unhappy if a bit confused as to why she would try and be with a gay man, but Jessica to his shock, was absolutely furious.
“Who the fuck does she think she is?! First she comes onto you after you made it clear you’re not interested, then she’s homophobic, and then she THREATENS YOU! Did she really think that we would ditch you for her? Honestly, I know we should have cut ties with her a long time ago, I mean a part of me was scared of being a social outcast but seriously this is too far I’m not putting up with this anymore.” Her feelings of anger quickly simmered down to those of remorse, “Honestly Harrison, I’m so sorry I even introduced you guys.”
“Yeah seriously dude, we should have said something to her sooner. I thought she’d just give up eventually but damn, didn’t expect her to go off the deep end like that.” Eric added solemnly.
“Lauren’s used to getting everything she wants, I knew she wouldn’t get her way with you but I still didn’t say anything to warn you against her wrath. We were friends with her pretty much just because it was safer that way but it was still wrong. I’m so sorry.” Angela said, defeat lacing her words.
“Yeah man, it’s my bad too. I thought it was weird but didn’t think much of it at the time.” Mike said, shrugging his shoulders. Harry didn’t expect much from the lovable oaf but the sentiment was there. Gazing up at his friends forlorn expressions Harry felt moved. It felt like something deep within him had finally begun to heal.
“It’s okay! Nothing I couldn’t handle, but it does feel really nice to know I’ve made a few genuine friends so, thank you.” He beamed at them. Apparently his smile was infectious because grins quickly broke out onto his friends face.
Mike slapped him on the back. “Of course man! You’ve already been a way better friend to us than she ever was.”
Jessica was in the process of opening her mouth to speak when they heard a screech from down the hallway.
“What the hell is going on here?! Are you seriously choosing him?” Lauren, how lovely.
“Oh. It’s you. What do you want, Lauren?” Jessica asks cooly. Lauren narrows her eyes pursing the lips.
“I want to know why the fuck you’re here with this disgusting freak of a person? I’m your friend, not him!” Merlin, her voice has quickly become Harry’s least favourite sound in the whole world. It’s somehow worse than a Mandrakes.
“Well Lauren, the fact is we don’t like you anymore. You’re nothing but a bossy, self centred bitch who bullies, literally, everyone. I don’t know why we put up with you for so long; you have like, no redeeming qualities. The last straw is you coming after Harrison.” Jessica said, poking the other girl square in the chest. Her jaw went slack, clearly shocked that they were standing up to her though it didn’t last long as her face quickly flickers back into one of indignance.
“What has he cast a spell on you to make you like him?” She stared right at Harry, eyes flickering with satisfaction when she saw him flinch.
“Lauren, that’s enough. You should just leave him alone, there’s no point in trying since none of us want anything to do with you anymore. Just leave Harrison alone.” Angela said sternly, stepping in front of Harry. Laurens mouth twists into a malicious smile.
“Oh that’s so funny Angela! How utterly cute.”
“Oh my god Lauren, just fuck off!” Jessica seethed. The girl's face was flushed in anger. As Harry looked at his friends he saw that all of them were quite angry on his behalf.
“Fine.” Crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. She turns to Harry, pushing into him before leaning into his ear.
“You’ll get what’s coming to you.. Harrison.” Her words were hushed but icy, sending shivers down Harry’s spine.
Further down the corridor Jasper is being held back by his brother, his grip so strong that cracks are forming on his arms.
“He’s fine Jasper, he has his friends there.” Edward whispered, gripping Jasper's arm a bit harder. A faint cracking could be heard letting him know that if he grips any harder he runs the risk of breaking off his arm, likely traumatizing the humans around them.
“He’s not fine. I can feel his fear from here. I am going over there so let. me. go.” Gritting his teeth as he attempted to wrench his arm free. Edward shot his brother a look before reluctantly letting go.
“Don’t kill the girl, she’s already walking away.”
“... Fine. I’ll see you at lunch.” And with that Jasper walked away towards Harrison.
Edward sighed at his brother. He understood that finding your mate was life changing but surely this was an overreaction. He shakes his head, grimacing at the loud thoughts of the students around him.
‘Good luck Potter.’
Edward whipped his head around trying to lock in on the potential student who had thought something seemingly innocuous yet accompanied a distinct feeling of hatred. Sadly it failed as the thought ended there and although he can read minds, he’s not omnipotent. Who was this Potter? Edward didn’t know anyone in this school with that name but then again, it’s not like he knew everyone. Even if he wasn’t an empath like his brother he could still feel the hostility drenched in their voice. He should probably tell someone about this, but well, it’s simply none of his business.
***
Watching Lauren stalk off alone gives Harry a sense of satisfaction. He’d long since forgotten what it was like to have friends stand up for you. Remembering how Ron and Hermione used to do the same for him makes him melancholic. It feels like centuries ago that they were called the golden trio, friends who would do anything for each other, die for each other. A part of him will always long for his ex best friends, the lazy Saturdays spent in the Gryffindor common room, where he and Ron play wizard's chess as Hermione reads one of her many tomes on Wizarding history. Maybe things could have ended differently if he hadn’t been the boy who lived, or if Ron had been able to move on from the jealousy and resentment he’d built up throughout the years. Losing him hurt, but what hurt most was Hermione just watching it happen not caring once that she was losing Harry. What annoys him the most is how often he flips between hating himself and resenting them.
As quickly as the feelings come, they part when he notices Jasper walking towards him. He flashes a bright smile trying desperately to push away the flush that threatens to fill his cheeks. Over the past few days the Southern teen has begun speaking to him more and more frequently during their shared history class, even going as far as to sit with him during lunch. Apparently it wasn’t something the Cullen’s did as the whole school seemed to stare at them throughout the crowded halls.
“Hey Jasper, how're you today?”
“I’m fine, but Harrison are you alright? I saw what happened. The way Lauren talks to you is out of line.” The way Jasper said her name was practically a snarl, sounding more animalistic than what a human could typically achieve. He attempts to ground himself when he sees Harrison’s eyes widening.
“Oh yeah, uh, I’m alright. I had my friends with me and they handled it pretty well.” Harry couldn’t fight the uncertainty that came out in his voice. While his friends did stand up for him rather spectacularly, the way Lauren looked at him still brought forth a sense of dread. Jasper looks at him as if assessing his words before smiling.
“They did, didn’t they? Honestly I was this close to intervening but Edward forced me to stand aside. I hate the way she looks at you.” Harry couldn’t fight the blush that came from Jasper’s words. He felt as if though the more he talked with Jasper the more he became overprotective of Harry. Not that he really minded since no one had really been that way for him before.
“Well uh, thanks Jasper. It’s nice knowing you’re looking out for me. Look I was wondering if we’re still meeting up on Saturday? I realized you might've been pressured by Alice to offer and well, I don’t want you to do something you’re forced to do.” Harry couldn’t help but awkwardly shift on spot as he felt Jasper’s eyes on his face. He still greatly struggled to look the other teen in the eyes.
“Yes, while Alice may have been the catalyst, I wouldn’t have extended the offer if it wasn’t something I wished to do.” Harry spared a glance up and saw that Jasper was smiling warmly at him. He quickly ducked his head back down as he felt his cheeks heat up once again. Honestly it was ridiculous how easily he blushed around Jasper. Harry has always had a weakness towards pretty people but with him it felt like he could barely react normally. Everything he did was beautiful, the way talked, the way he smiled, hell even the way he walked looked so effortless and graceful. Harry couldn’t imagine why someone like that would waste a single precious moment on someone like him. He was an immortal, depressed, borderline alcoholic with as much grace as a baby Hippogriff.
“A-alright that’s good then.” Wow Harry good job, you only stuttered a little bit this time.
His heart literally stops beating when Jasper turns to him and gives yet another dazzling smile.
“Now then, shall we head off to history? We’re already cutting it quite close and Mr. Hartwell hates tardiness.” Harry nods barely containing his gasp as Jasper grabbed his wrist and dragged him down the hall.
***
Friday came and went without anything noteworthy happening. The most odd thing was simply Lauren leaving him alone. That isn’t saying she ignored him, no, she was not above casting dirty looks his way. In fact while she didn’t talk to him at all she did seemingly go out of her way to catch his attention just so that she could glare at him. At lunch Jasper yet again chose to sit with Harry and his friends, slowly chipping away at their discomfort by being his lovely self. Shockingly Angela was the first to come around. It was easy as apparently they’re both rather studious so all it took was discussing classes for the tension to melt away. Mike and Eric were fairly quiet, but once Jasper mentioned the yearbook Eric broke easily. Then he and Mike began discussing football much to Harry’s surprise. Jasper was a secret football fan and apparently went to most of their school games. It seems as though the toughest nut to crack is Jessica. The two of them really don’t have much in common, and it certainly didn’t help that Jessica’s favourite pastime was gossiping. It was clear as day that Jasper didn’t care much for her, but was seemingly making the effort to befriend her.
‘Could it be for me?’ Of course as soon as Harry had thought it he felt a blush creeping up his face. As if sensing it Jasper turned his head to look at him, causing Harry to sheepishly look away. He isn’t sure how, but Jasper always seems to know when Harry is blushing because without fail, he will turn to look at him. If Harry thought about it, it was a bit odd how quickly he’d accepted the other teens' presence, but sometimes it felt like this was the way it was always meant to be. He had only known him personally for about a week and already felt incredibly comfortable around him. When he looks back he sees that he’s already back into his conversation with Angela, going over their favourite plays from Shakespear. He watches the way Jasper becomes passionate over his love for Romeo and Juliette, which according to him is a rather romantic but depressing love story. He notices the way his lips curl into a smile as he talks about the star crossed lovers, how he moves his arms while arguing over the ending with Angela. Really Harry can’t help but find him precious.
“Hey Harry, wanna come out for dinner tonight?” Jessica asked, cutting him off from his thoughts.
“Sorry Jess, usually I would say yes but I’m actually hanging out with my cousin and uncle tonight.” This brought Jasper's attention back to him.
“Harrison, I didn’t know you had family here. Are they from England as well?” He asks as he turns towards Harry.
“Well there’s only one who’s come from England, and it is distant. That ancestor came and they married into the Black family. The family never went back and have lived in America for quite a few generations now. It was a bit confusing at first because they both had the same last name but I guess it made the paperwork a lot easier? At least they weren’t related, unfortunately the British side of my family has a habit of doing that.” Harry shudders at the thought of just how many Blacks married their first cousins. He spares a glance at his friends and sees their shocked faces. Jessica looks far too ready to question his own heritage so he moves hastily to dispel any questions they may have.
“My mum and dad were NOT related in any shape or form. Seriously. No relation at all. Anyways they settled down in La Push and the rest is history.” Harry notices that Jasper flinches when he mentions where they’re from but chooses not to address it.
“Aw good for you Harrison! I’m glad you have family here. Looking back I remember you talking about them on your first day!” Angela smiles warmly at Harry, grasping his arm with her small hands. Jasper glares at the offending limb as if willing it to stop touching Harry. Realistically he knows that Harrison is gay, but he still can’t help but feel jealous when he notices other people being overly friendly with him. He wants to take his time getting to know Harrison, even if he has to fight the urge to tell him everything now. Honestly, he doesn’t think he could handle it if Harrison became scared and pulled away from him.
He is a tad concerned knowing that Harrison was related to the wolves, especially since they have legends of vampires. Usually this wouldn’t be a cause for concern as they aren’t able to share them with just anyone thanks to the treaty between their families, but that’s the issue right there, Harrison is family and as such has the right to know. If he mentions that he’s friends with them, there’s no doubt in his mind that Billy Black will tell him the truth. What’s worse is Jasper isn’t sure what he will do if Harrison ends up being a wolf himself. Wolves and vampires have a history of not getting along. When wolves awaken their transformations they immediately recognize vampires as their natural enemies. The only peace Jasper had was that usually being in the presence of vampires is what causes them to prematurely transform so perhaps it had skipped a generation on his side of the family.
At least Harrison doesn’t smell like the other Blacks he had encountered. Even before they transform for the first time they smell distinctly like wet dog, whereas Harrisons smell was completely unique. Maybe it was their bond as mates that affected it, but his scent was completely his own lacking any distasteful outside factors. He was at times, certain that Harrison couldn’t be a regular human. There was something powerful that intermingled with his usual calming scent that he couldn’t decipher. He just hopes that one day, Harrison will tell him, and that hopefully that day is when he accepts Jasper for who he is as well.
“Oh yeah, I wanted to tell you guys that you can just call me Harry. I don’t like it when other people do but you guys are my friends so I don’t mind.” God, Harrison– Harry was an angel. Jasper felt a surge of warmth pass through him at being granted a special privilege, a show of trust from Harry. Though it dampened slightly when he remembered that he wasn’t the only one being given this gift. No matter, he’ll have Harry all to himself tomorrow.
“Thank you Harry, it’s nice that you trust us enough to use your nickname.”
“No problem.” Jasper relished in the blush that spread across Harry’s face. He adored the red that dons his cheeks so often when they talk with each other. He’s quite certain that if he wasn’t a vampire he would be a blushing mess around the raven haired teen. He caught Jessica smirking at him, likely sensing Jasper's crush. For as annoying as Jessica is, she’s oddly perceptive. He didn’t like her too much yet but has a newfound respect for the girl after she stood up for Harry. He’s glad to know that his mate has made some good friends, though he’ll be happier when he can remain at his side more.
“So Harry, not to bring down the mood but has Lauren been giving you any trouble? Just say the word and I’ll knock that bitch down for you.” She punches a fist into her other hand to add power to her words. Harry rolls his eyes and attempts a scolding expression but fails to hide his amusement.
“No actually she hasn’t. She hasn’t spoken a word to me but she’s definitely gone out of her way to catch my eye to give me dirty looks. I don’t know why she cares so much about me but I have a few plans in the works to get back at her so don’t get yourself into trouble.” He says, casting a stern look at the brunette.
“Oooooh what plans?! You have got to tell me!” Jessica squeals, clapping her hands together.
Harry rolls his eyes but is clearly fighting a smile.
“Sorry love it’s a secret, you’ll just have to wait and see.” He finishes off with a wink. Jessica giggles into her hand but is clearly quite curious still. Alas she knows better than to argue with Harry considering she has quickly learnt that he’s as stubborn as a mule. The bell rings, alerting them that they have five minutes to get to their next class.
“Look, I’m off to English but I’ll see you guys later.” He turns to Jasper. “I’ll see you tomorrow Jasper. Text me later what time I should come over!”
“Will do.” With a final lingering look and a wave, he’s gone.
***
The last bell rings in Harry’s ears as he makes his way to the parking lot. He walks swiftly and with purpose past the students that have filled the halls. Sadly Harry isn’t in a very observant mood, and fails to notice Lauren hiding amongst the masses until he’s falling face first onto the stone floors. He isn’t sure how she managed to trip him, she’s far enough away that it couldn’t have been her foot but he just knows that it was her. He looks up at her, catching her smirk as she walks over towards him. He goes to stand but is stopped by her foot slamming down on his hand, crushing his fingers against the ground. Wincing slightly as he puts pressure on his injured hand, pushing her away with his good one before attempting to stand up. He stumbles slightly thanks to his Potter dexterity, glancing up at Lauren. She gives him one last malicious grin before turning and sauntering away.
He briefly glares at her retreating form before a devilish smirk graces his face. He casts a wandless sweating jinx her way.
“Sudore Diem”
It wasn’t one that many knew and while it was more obscure, it was very effective. It wears off after a day but not before causing the victim to sweat enough to fill four buckets. He had learned it after spending a summer with George and Fred because they made a stupid bet for who could learn the weirdest, most useless spells. He didn’t win the bet as Fred has somehow come across a spell that lets you turn an earthworm green. Seriously, why would you want to do that? It was after this time that he had learned to wandlessly cast it fairly quickly as it was his favourite way to prank them without them knowing. He got away with it for 3 weeks before George finally caught him in the act, his skin was purple for a whole week after that.
While this definitely wasn’t his most subtle work, it will do until tonight when he puts his first plans of retaliation into play. He gets immediate satisfaction as he watches the girl flinch when she notices her shirt clinging to her body, sweat marks almost immediately forming under her arms. He watches as she wipes her forehead, as the students around her look at her in disgust as her body becomes slick with sweat. He quickly ducks behind some nearby students as he notices her beginning to turn, barely containing his laughter as he hears her shriek in displeasure.
He ducks his head out after a minute to see if she’s gone and luckily she has so he continues his journey to the parking lot. While making his way there, Harry plots the girl's misfortune. While he shouldn’t use magic against muggles, he can’t help but feel like Lauren Stanley deserves it. Honestly Harry has spent so much of his life being meek, taking whatever shit life dishes out to him. For fucks sake he had let himself be manipulated and abused by so many people that it made his head spin. Maybe at some point he should pay the Dursley’s a visit, save Dudley of course. While growing up Dudley had fallen victim to his aunt and uncle's mentality, he had apologized and made a great effort in being better. It wasn’t easy, it took many years for Harry to feel any bit comfortable around his cousin, but Dudley had persisted in writing Harry letters and getting to know him. It’s ironic to think that if his friends knew less about him than Dudley did but life’s funny like that sometimes. Harry smirks to himself upon realizing that Dudley would be most amused to learn of his upcoming, one sided prank war.
His reminiscing is cut short when he realizes he’s made it to his bike. He puts on his helmet and makes to leave when he catches Jasper staring at him with an incredulous look. Maybe it’s because Harry has had a self satisfied look on his face for Merlin knows how long but he just finds it all the more endearing. Feeling bold, Harry revs his engine and drives past the other teen, casting a quick wink at him as he passes.
***
The drive to La Push takes about an hour. Normally Harry might not like having to drive for so long but it’s difficult for one to complain when the scenery is so beautiful. If there was something he hadn’t realized he missed while being in Death’s domain, it was nature. Many who knew Harry before might find that surprising given that he was never really known to be the outdoorsy type, but really if anyone looked close enough they would see it clear as day. He had excelled during the trios horcrux camping trip; sure he could have done without the near death experiences and Ron’s whining but really spending that much time camping was a lot of fun for him. There was also flying, Harry had always wanted to be outside in the field flying to his heart's content. Even when he lived at the Dursleys Harry spent all of his remaining time down at the park near the house. Being here and seeing the endless forests, the trees winding next to the road with animals calling in the distance, the sky even if it was grey and dreary to some, felt as close to freedom as he could get. Harry finally felt like he was coming home.
He reaches the reservation at last, searching for the little red cabin that housed his relatives. Luckily for him the reservation is too big and he quickly finds it, parking his bike on the long driveway. Harry feels the anxiety that had faded during his long ride there come back with full force. Feeling his stomach churn and bubble at the thought that his only family wouldn’t want a freak like him. He forces the rapidly rising bile back down his throat with a hard swallow and makes his way for the front door. He works to steel his nerves, willing himself to be strong just one more time, and knocks on the door.
It takes a moment; he hears wheels turning from beyond the threshold before the door opens with a swing. He glances down and takes in the sight of the man before him. He wears his hair long, black and curly. It falls around his face in small ringlets. His face is wrinkled with age, tan skin still flushed from exertion. It’s likely that he wheeled quite quickly to answer the door. His cheekbones are high, chin slightly pointed and sharp, his lips forming a smile. He meets the man’s eye, seeing grey stare back at him. Harry feels his heart stutter; this man looked so much like Sirius, well what Sirius could look like if he had reached the same age. Although the man is wheelchair bound he can see that he has strength. His arms are strong and safe looking which brings a certain warmth that Harry hasn’t felt since that fateful day in the department of mysteries. Eyes watering against his will, tears threatening to fall, he chokes.
“Hello Harrison, I’m your uncle Billy Black. It’s good to meet you.” The man— uncle Billy greets with a bright smile, his arms widening, beckoning Harry in for a hug. His feet move before he can register it and he crumbles into the warm embrace. He realizes he has been yearning for. He tries valiantly to hold back his sobs, but it all stops when he feels calming circles rubbing into back. It feels like another piece of Harry has finally come back to him. He has family, he’s not alone anymore. After a few minutes he gathers himself and stands up, embarrassment creating a flush over his cheeks.
“Hello uncle Billy, I’m sorry for that. It’s really nice to meet you in person.” He says with an awkward smile. Billy makes a gesture as if to say ‘none of that.’
“Never apologize for wanting a family kid. Like I said to you before, if I’d known you’d existed before now you woulda been living here with us. Now come inside, Jake’s been dyin’ to meet ya.” He turns away from the door allowing Harry to step inside. Harry steps in and goes to take off his shoes when Billy stops him.
“Don’t bother, most folks don’t take their shoes off at home unless they’re going onto furniture.” Harry blinks in slight bewilderment, American muggles are really fucking weird. Nonetheless he doesn’t want to seem rude and keeps his shoes on. Glancing around he can really see that this is a well loved home. There are pictures littering the walls; family photos throughout the years depicting the life of a happy family. Three kids and two parents, a life Harry will never know. He did note that as they made their way down the hall that five became four, four became three and three became two.
He sees beautiful wooden masks hanging on the walls depicting wolves and other animals. Catching his eye one by one. They make their way into the living room and there he sees his cousin sitting on the couch. The boy stands and he is massive. Jasper and the rest of the Cullens are tall (besides Alice), but Jacob Black is easily 6 '3-6' 4 and seemingly made of pure muscle. His skin was tan like his fathers, and though they bore nearly identical faces, Jacob’s was still round from youth. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown that danced with light and laughter. His hair is just as dark and long, reaching the mid of his back but less curly, falling mostly into gentle waves. He bounds over to Harry, pulling him into a tight embrace. The boy has the audacity to lift him from the ground and spin with him in his arms! Like a child! He is mentally 25 thank you very much.
“Hello Harrison! I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you! I’m Jacob but you can call me Jake!” Jacob lets him go, beaming at Harry so brightly that he can’t continue being annoyed at him.
“Well hello Jake, you can call me Harry. It’s lovely to meet you.” Adding his own smile back at the teen.
“Man something in the water ain’t right in England, you’re so short!” Ah there it is, now he’s annoyed again.
“It’s not that I’m short, you’re just a behemoth disguised as a teenage boy.” Harry huffs, shooting a glare at the boy. Jake merely chuckles and ruffles Harry’s hair. Oh Jacob, you may be family, but you have made the list. Count your days.
“Jacob Black, your cousin has just made it home and the first thing you do is make fun of his height! What is wrong with you boy?” Billy calls as he rolls into the room. Harry takes satisfaction at Jake’s flinch, and at the fact that his uncle called this is home.
“D-dad uh, Harry knows I’m joking don’t you Harry?” He glanced nervously at Harry. Much to Jake’s dismay, Harry’s back is still turned from Billy so he quickly gives Jacob a devious look before shedding it in favour of one more forlorn before turning to look at his uncle.
“It’s okay uncle Billy, I’m used to it.” The perfect amount of dejection in his voice. Billy’s expression softens towards Harry before morphing into displeasure towards his son.
“Jacob Black, you will be doing all the chores for a week, and the cooking too. Now apologize to your cousin and learn to mind your mouth.” And with that he makes his way back into the kitchen to continue cooking dinner.
Jacob looks at Harry and narrows his eyes, for a moment he’s scared he went too far but Jacob quickly shoots him an unimpressed look.
“Dude, that was evil! How did you do that?”
“Ah well where I’m from an innocent expression got you everywhere. It took a while though I used to be a piss poor liar. Back when I lived with my Aunt and Uncle, you had to lie to survive, even then it wasn’t always enough.”
“Oooh more family in England?! What are they like?” Oh Jake’s energy really did resemble a puppy, and Harry loathed having to take away that sparkle in his eyes.
“They’re uh– not exactly the nicest people. They’re on my mum's side of the family and it’s safe to say they hate me.”
“Dude what the fuck? How could they hate you? I only just met ya and I already love you.” He pats Harry on the head, and boy was he lucky Harry decided to let it go considering he was being sweet.
“Well uh, it’s hard to say. Just something about me I suppose.” He can’t help the involuntary shiver that happens when he remembers his uncle's beet red face as he shakes him, pushes him on the ground, or worse, when he pulls off his belt to hit him. Jacob seems to notice this; his eyes go dark.
“They hurt you?” He asks, though it doesn’t sound too much like a question. Harry meekly nods his head, tears well up in his eyes as he feels himself reliving the trauma he endured with the Dursley’s. Jacob looks murderous. How could people be cruel enough to hurt him?
“I can kill them if you want.” His voice is low, a growl spills out towards the end. It sounds so inhuman, guttural in a way that resembles a bear.
“W-what you can’t just kill them Jake.”
“I can and will, you’ll see. Well there won’t be much left at all.” A dark look crosses over the young teens face. Harry is about to berate him again when he’s cut off by Billy.
“Boys, dinners ready! Come get it while it’s hot.”
“You’ll like this Harry, dads spent forever whipping this up. We were real excited for you to taste some fine American dining.” That just made Harry’s heart soar. Of course he’s had people cook for him, but never with quite so much feeling. Molly loved to cook for Harry, and he loved her like a mother of course, but there was something about family cooking for him that made all the difference. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that the Dursleys certainly never cared to. Back then Harry was essentially a slave to their will. He did the cooking from the ripe age of 5 onwards. Even when he’d broken his arm at 7 years old he was expected to do all the cooking and cleaning and when he couldn’t do it nearly as fast, it didn’t stop uncle Vernon from bringing out the belt.
He could feel his eyes stinging, a lump in his throat forming. He swallows quickly hoping that it goes unnoticed. Unfortunately Jacob looks at him, and unfortunately Jacob has even less grace than he does.
“Dude aw man, are you okay? It’s okay if you don’t like American food, Dad’ll understand.” Jacob awkwardly attempts to comfort Harry by patting him on the back but of course the boy has no sense of how strong he is, and as such is essentially pounding him on the back. It startles a laugh out of Harry.
“No it’s not that, Jake stop seriously you’re gonna knock my lungs out of me!” At least Jacob has the sense to look bashful as he mutters out a sorry.
“Then what is it lil cuz’?”
“It’s just tha– sorry did you just say ‘lil cuz’? What does that even mean?”
“It means you’re my little cousin, cause you’re little and my cousin.”
“Jacob, are you fond of living?”
“Uh.. yes I would say I’m fond of it.”
“Then I’d suggest you never call me that again. I may be short but I’m far older than you so, respect your elders!” With that he earns a quizzical look from Jacob.
“Dude you’re like a year older.”
“FAR OLDER!” Harry screeches, wincing as his voice cracks.
“Whatever, keep your secrets. Let’s go eat lil man.” Oh no he didn’t. Harry has little time to plan his murder as he’s greeted with a mountain of food. Billy is sitting patiently at the table, though it’s clear he heard the boys as his face fails to remain impassive.
“Glad you finally decided to join me, boys. Food was gettin’ cold.”
“Sorry dad, Harry was being annoying.”
“WHAT! I was not! Jake was making fun of my height again.”
“It’s not my fault you’re as short as leprechaun.”
“I’ll have you know I am far taller than a leprechaun, they don’t even clear 2 feet. Not all of us can be eldritch horrors like you.”
“Eldritch what now? Dude you think you’re fancy cause you know big words?”
“Yes, yes I do.”
“Well, at least I can reach the top shelf.”
“You know wha–”
“Boys. That’s enough. Sit down so we can eat.” Oh god, Billy certainly knows how to command the room. Harry and Jacob can’t help but quickly follow the man's command as they quickly make their way to sit on either side of him.
“Now, I’m going to explain to Harry what we’re eating and then we’re going to sit and talk and enjoy this meal as a family. Do you understand?” His tone is firm but Harry can see the amusement in his eyes.
“Yes dad.”
“Yes uncle Billy.”
“Good.” He smiles before gesturing across the table. “Now Harry, I promised you barbecue so here we have beef brisket, pulled pork and chicken. Also made some macaroni and cheese, frito pie and hush puppies. We also got some spray cheese considering Jake here can’t eat any meal without it.”
Harry blanched, spray cheese sounded horrendous and the thought of eating puppies was incredibly disturbing. He could feel bile rise in his throat.
“Harry, what's wrong?”
“Uh well, I can’t say I’m too keen on eating puppies. Or cheese from a can if I’m being honest. Is eating them considered a delicacy here? I don’t want to offend anyone but it might be too much of a culture shock for me.” Harry twiddles his thumbs, anxiety looming over him as he takes in the shocked expressions on his uncle and cousin’s faces. The two share a look before breaking down into peals of laughter. It went on for a while. Like 3 minutes of them just laughing at him. He could feel his embarrassment rise with each moment that passed.
“O-oh my god Harry. Hush puppies aren’t made from real do–ogs.” Jacob presses out, shuddering as he fails to regain control. Billy settles down much quicker, laughter weaning off into soft snickering.
“He’s right Harry, they’re called hush puppies but they’re made out of cornmeal and deep fried. These ones are seasoned with garlic and onion. However I will agree with you on spray cheese, it’s not really cheese anymore. More like a very processed spread. I just get it cause Jake can’t get enough.”
“Hey! I’ll have you know that spray cheese is a delicacy or whatever.” Jacob protests.
“Whatever you say kid. Anyway, tuck in boys.”
Harry is immediately drawn to the assortment of meats prepared by his uncle, grabbing a helping of hush puppies and avoiding the spray cheese like it’s the plague. He’s halfway through his monstrous plate when his uncle starts the conversation.
“So Harry, when were you going to tell us you are a wizard?” Apparently his uncle is trying to kill him. The question was timed perfectly for when he was taking a heaping bite of pulled pork so instead of swallowing like you’re supposed to, he’s choking. His uncle looks at him, worry evident on his face and tells Jake to pass him a glass of water. He gulps it down quickly and turns towards his family members.
“W-what are you t-t-talking about?” His uncle sighs.
“Harry, we know of wixen, we are descended from them after all. The stories are passed down through every generation. It’s also not uncommon for a few Blacks to retain magical blood, why one of Jake's sisters is a witch. She’s down at some magical university. We’re part of the community, with us being shapeshifters and all.” Harry is stunned into silence. Not only do they know about wixen, but they’re shapeshifters too?
“But wait, how do you know I’m a wizard? Sure there’s magical blood and some of you are wixen, but how did you know I am?”
Now it’s Jacob who speaks up, “Well, you’re Harry Potter aren’t you? Didn’t know I had such a famous cousin.” He adds with a cheeky smile.
Harry however, is not amused. The mere fact that someone knows who he is sends a cold chill down his spine.
“Now Harry, I can see you panicking there. Our community may be small, but because of that we stick together. No one here will tell your secrets. It doesn’t change who you are to us either, you’re Harrison Black and you always will be. If anything I figured that at least now you won’t have to hide such a big part of yourself from us.” Harry looks at his uncle, unease still deepset in his core. He glances toward his cousin who’s nodding his head along.
“It’s true man, I don’t care who you were before, you’re just my lil cuz.” That manages to push him away from his nerves. He narrows his eyes and glares.
“So, Jacob, Jakey poo, you knew who I was but still chose to antagonize the man who defeated an insanely powerful dark lord? Doesn’t seem very smart to me.” oh the sweet satisfaction that rolls through him as he sees his cousin pale.
“You know maybe it wasn’t my smartest moment, but you’re a good guy right? You’d never hurt me.”
“Big words Jakey poo but unfortunately for you I’m not exactly above it.” He grins wickedly as his cousin swallows nervously.
“A-anyway, how old are you? When you were in the paper they said that you were born in ‘81 but you don’t look any older than 18.” Poor Jacob, he thinks he’s gotten away but alas, Harry never forgets.
“Well, that’s because I died and have since stopped aging. I’m actually 25 years old.”
His uncle and cousin look at each other before Jacob sighs.
“Shit that sucks man.”
“Yeah well, never had it easy in life so I don’t know why it would have been any better in death. It took a while but I’ve mostly made my peace with it.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Tell me more about being shapeshifters?”
Now it’s his uncle's time to shine. He sits up straighter and folds his hands carefully in front of him on the table.
“Well, it first began many, many years ago. It’s always been believed that our tribe contains magical blood, something we now know to be without a doubt true. However it all began shortly after we settled here in La Push. The tribe was small and we could not defend ourselves, so we took our ships and left the land. At sea, Kaheleha used the magic in their blood to defend it. He was the first Spirit Chief in Quileute history. He and all the men left the ships in spirit only, using the original power of Quileute Astral Projection, leaving their bodies behind under the care of the women. Though they could not physically hurt the enemy, the warriors had other ways. They blew fierce winds into enemy camps; they could make great screaming in the wind and could manipulate animals to do their bidding. Animals were the only ones that could see them and help. The invading tribe had packs of thick-furred dogs to pull their sleds in the north, and which were set against them. Bats were brought out of the cliff caverns. As a result, the dogs and bats won and the survivors of the invaders scattered, thinking the harbor cursed. The Quileutes released the dogs, who ran wild, and returned to their bodies victorious. Generations passed and the last of the great Spirit Chiefs came to be. Taha Aki was a man of peace and was known for his wisdom. However, there was one man named Utlapa who believed that they should use their magic to expand their control over the Hohs and the Makahs, building an empire. When the spirit warriors left their bodies their minds were all connected with each other. Taha Aki did not like what Utlapa wanted and banned him from the tribe. Utlapa left and hid in the nearby forest.
Taha Aki was vigilant and protected his people even when there was no danger. Every so often, the Spirit Chief would leave the village to a sacred and secret place in the mountains. He would leave his body behind and searched the surrounding areas for any dangers or threats. One day, Utlapa followed Taha Aki planning to kill him, but as he waited for him to leave his body he hatched another plan. Utlapa left his body, took Taha Aki's body, and killed his own. Taha Aki knew immediately what was happening when Utlapa joined him in the spirit world. He raced back to his sacred place but was too late. He followed his body in his spirit self down to the tribe. For weeks he watched with despair as Utlapa made sure everyone believes he was Taha Aki. Then Utlapa's first edict came: no warrior was to enter the spirit world because he had a vision of danger, but in truth, he was afraid of Taha Aki. Utlapa took liberties with the tribe that no one ever dreamed of. He took a second and a third wife, even though Taha Aki's wife still lived. Eventually, Taha Aki brought a great wolf down the mountains to kill Utlapa and free the tribe, but Utlapa only hid from it behind his warriors. The wolf ended up killing a young man, making Taha Aki's grief greater.
Taha Aki had been away from his body long enough to be in agony. He felt doomed of never being ever to cross the line between life and death. The great wolf followed him through the forest and Taha Aki felt jealous of the animal; at least it had a body and a life. At that moment the Spirit Chief had an idea that changed the future of the Quileutes. He asked the animal if he could share his body with him and the wolf complied. As a single being, the wolf and the man went to the village. The people feared the wolf, shouting for the warriors' help. The warriors came with spears in their hands, but they stopped in surprise of what the wolf was doing: the wolf was retreating from the warriors and trying to yelp the songs of their people. The warriors realized what it was doing and could only think that it was being influenced by a spirit.
An old warrior, Yut, disobeyed the orders of the false chief and left his body. Yut gathered the truth in an instant and welcomed Taha Aki. Almost instantly, Utlapa realized what had happened and raced towards Yut's body with his knife. The other warriors were confused. Yut went back into his body but could not fight Utlapa off before warning the others, as he was too old. Taha Aki watched as Yut's spirit left the world and he returned to the wolf's body feeling a great rage. The wolf shuddered and transformed into a man before the eyes of the warriors. The man did not look like Taha Aki's body, but like his spirit self, which the warriors recognized instantly. Utlapa tried to run but Taha Aki had the strength of the wolf and killed him. Upon realization of what had happened, everything returned to normal. The only change he kept in place was the forbidding of spirit travel. From then on he was known as the Great Wolf or the Spirit Man. He led the tribe for many years because he did not age. He fathered many sons, who in time found that they too could turn into wolves on reaching manhood. However, they were all different because the wolf form reflected the spirit of the man. Some became warriors like Taha Aki and did not age, others did not like to transform, and started to age.
After Taha Aki gave up his spirit self, trouble began in the North with the Makahs. Several young women had disappeared and they believed the neighboring wolves were to blame. However, all the wolves knew it was none of them because their minds were still connected with each other. Taha Aki did not want a war, especially since he could not lead his people any longer. He gave his eldest son, Taha Wi, the responsibility of finding who was to blame. Taha Wi led five wolves in search through mountains looking for evidence but they only found a strange, sweet scent. They followed it and the journey took them so far north that Taha Wi sent the two younger brothers back to inform the chief. Taha Wi and the other two never returned. A year later, two Makah maidens were taken from their homes on the same night and the Makahs called upon the wolves. The Quileutes found the same sweet scent and went on the hunt once more. Only one of them returned. Yaha Uta, the eldest son of Taha Aki's third wife, returned carrying strange cold pieces of a corpse. He described what had happened to his brothers. One of them underestimated the strength of the creature and became a victim. Yaha Uta and his other brother were more careful but the creature matched their movements and got his hands on one of them. Yaha Uta found an opening on the creature's throat and began tearing at him desperately trying to save his brother. It was too late but he succeeded in ripping his enemy apart.
Yaha Uta laid the remains of the creature on the ground to be examined. Suddenly the corpse began to attach itself together and so the elders set fire to it. They spread the ashes far and wide, except a small bag which Taha Aki wore around his neck to be warned if the creature ever decided to get himself together again. The creature was called the Cold One and the Blood Drinker. They feared there were others like it since they only had one wolf protector left. Then came the Cold Woman, its mate. She was the most beautiful creature to be seen, though one small boy claimed the smell hurt his nose. An elder heard this and yelled for them to get away. He was the first to die at the mercy of the woman. She then proceeded to the other people until Yaha Uta arrived, followed by Taha Aki, his third wife, and the elders. When Yaha Uta was defeated, Taha Aki turned into an old gray wolf with the strength given by his anger alone. He began fighting the Cold Woman, when his third wife came to a conclusion.
She had just seen her son killed and now her husband ran a terrible danger, along with the rest of her sons and tribe. She heard every word the witnesses told the council and heard Yaha Uta's version of events the night the other one was beaten. She knew that his brother's divergence had saved him. She grabbed a knife from one of her sons, ran towards the blood drinker, and stabbed herself in the heart. The Cold Woman could not turn away from the fresh blood and gave in to the thirst. Taha Aki bit her throat and finished her off along with two of his sons who felt such rage at seeing their mother dead that they turned into wolves. After that, Taha Aki never returned to his human self, staying to protect his wife's body and leaving for the forest, never to return to the tribe.”
Harry sat in silence, absorbing all that his uncle had just shared with him. Their tribe had been through so much. So much loss and pain etched into their roots and yet they still stand here, thriving and continuing to make new paths forward.
“So our shared family member, who is it? See I’m not directly descended from you, I was blood adopted by my godfather Sirius, and so I don’t know the family history. Well, he died before he could tell me.”
Billy considers it for a moment, likely he hasn’t had to think of that for a long time. “It was Iola Black. From what I have heard she was written off as having married a non magical, but in reality that side of the family couldn’t accept that she married a shapeshifter.”
Harry nods in agreement. “That makes sense, they were pretty crazy about the blood mixing. I was wondering, who are these cold ones and is their coven still here in Forks?”
“Well, uhm, that’s a bit trickier. I can’t fully tell you because of the treaty but I can tell you that they are descendants of the vampires you know in England. Their coven is still here but have continued to keep their end of the deal. They don’t bother us and we don’t bother them. Besides, not much to worry about since they only feed on animals.”
“I see well, this has been very enlightening. I feel honoured that you’ve told me your history. I feel like it would only be fair to tell you mine as well.”
“That can wait for another day, kid, it’s getting late so you should probably make your way home now. I’m sure you got plans for the weekend.” His uncle says dismissively.
Harry brightens up, unable to fight the blush that crosses his face as he remembers his plans with a certain blonde Cullen.
“Yes I do actually! I became friends with this guy named Jasper Cullen. He’s going to be tutoring me in biology tomorrow.” Harry sees Jacob flinch at the name and frowns.
“Wait a minute, the Cullens are–”
“A very nice family. You’ve done well to become friends with them.” Billy interrupts shooting a pointed look at his son.
Harry stares at his family, confusion etched onto his face.
“Well uhm, that’s good. Glad you approve.” He says, awkwardly shuffling his feet.
Billy gives him a reassuring smile and pats his arm.
“Now you get going, it may not be the longest drive back to Forks but it’s getting dark now and I don’t want you driving too late. You’re welcome to come anytime you want Harry.” Billy slides a key into his hand. “This is a key to our home, you’re family so don't hesitate okay?”
Harry nods his head as he pockets the key. He hugs Billy and Jacob and heads back to his bike so he can head home.
***
“Dad, why didn’t you tell Harry about the Cullens?”
Billy sighs, pulling a letter from his pocket.
“See for yourself kid.”
Jacob hastily reads over the letter, confusion seeping into annoyance rather quickly.
“So what, because they’re soulmates, suddenly we lose the right to warn a family member? How the hell does that make sense?” Jacob growls, throwing his hands up in frustration.
“Jacob Black, you will watch your tongue boy. ‘Sides the boy said himself that he was gonna tell Harry. It’s not like he’s in added danger since his blood doesn’t smell much good to him. He was the one to watch out for anyway since he’s so new to their lifestyle.” Billy wasn’t so worried, he knows that vampires take finding their mates seriously. It’s not so different from how the wolves imprint on people. Was it ideal? Hell no. Could he live with it? Yes, especially considering that he did catch the blush on his nephew's face when he mentioned the other boy. Besides, it’s not like he had to worry about him turning Harry considering the kid practically said he’s immortal. Jacob however didn’t look so convinced, his face grew tense as the implications seemed to cross his mind.
“They’re going to take him away from us! And we just got him too!” Jacobs is standing now, making his way to pace around the small dining room. Billy looks towards his son and shakes his head.
“Jake, you need to relax, no one’s gonna take him away from us. Harry’s opinion is all that really matters here. Besides, even if they get together he doesn't have to be turned so Harry’ll still be able to come onto the reserve. We can’t fight this, that could just push him away from us. If they’re really mates like the Cullens believe then it won’t matter what we do. They’ll always find their way back to each other.” He says matter of factly. Jacobs pacing stops, but his expression remains grim. He clearly doesn’t find much peace in Billy’s words, but hopefully there’s enough there to stop the boy from doing something stupid.
“You better be right pops cause I swear to god, if something happens to Harry I’ll rip apart those bloodsuckers myself.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you son.”
***
Harry knew this was potentially a very stupid idea.
Okay it was incredibly stupid, but that wasn’t going to stop him from following through.
He’d taken the liberty to use a tracking charm on Lauren for tonight he was going to be enacting revenge. Finally, a name will be knocked off of his list.
Armed with his cloak and silencing charms he stealthily sneaks into Lauren’s house.
He sees the shoes first, conveniently she seems to have a wrack all for herself. He casts ‘calceamentum commutatione’, a spell that switches a person's shoes so that the left's act like the right.
He makes his way upstairs, pausing briefly outside of the girls room. He knows it hers because there on the door is her name, spelled out plainly with gaudy pink letters. He feels brief panic build up but pushes it aside and opens the door.
The first thing that hits him when he enters is the smell. Merlin the smell is atrocious. It’s some vile mix of florals, which should usually be pleasant. In this case, however, it’s far too strong. It’s nearly astringent, burning the inside of his nose.
He pressed on, ignoring a sleeping Lauren he did however take great joy out of seeing her bed was rather wet from the sweat she was producing. Still it was brief as he continued on towards her bathroom and once in there he found a plethora of bottles containing lotion and skin products. He decided to ignore them and started with the shower. He mucked about with the shower head, working hard to get it to always have low pressure. Then he moved on to the dials, setting them so that she can never get enough hot water.
Then he moved on to the shampoo. He cursed it so that it would slowly turn her hair puke green, and to top it off it was his own curse. One that he’d worked on meticulously to not be undone by anything for at least 2 months. Hair colour or bleach? Nope wouldn’t work. Even if she did somehow know a witch or wizard they couldn’t help her. There was no countercurse for it because he didn’t make one.
He left the bathroom and cast a light ‘lumos’ as he snuck around in search of her perfumes. Once located he used his magic to add liquified stink pellets into them. Not strong enough to cause immediate alarm, but they had been modified by Harry. The longer she wore the perfume, the more she’d wind up stinking.
Finally he made his way to her book bag. He searches through it and grabs her homework and erases it all. One may think that was bold, but Harry knew better. Lauren does all of her schoolwork on Friday so that she can relax throughout the weekend.
Harry was satisfied, he could have done a lot more towards the girl but still, he didn’t want her to grow too suspicious. Within the safety of his cloak, he stops before leaving the girls room to cast a silent salute in her direction. He has to actively fight against his urge to giggle as he flees. He quickly makes his way outside and apparates back to his home where he promptly begins to laugh.
Oh how he couldn’t wait to go to school on Monday!