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Stolen	By : MirkyTwilight Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15190 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Stolen

Author: Mirky

Rating: PG13.R

Pairing: Harry.Jacob , Jacob.Bella

Summary: While visiting his father Harry really didn’t mean to steal his half sister’s fiancé… it just sorta… happened.

A/N: To those who Reviewed Ch1 - THANK You! Huge thanks for taking the time to do so. Any questions feel free to ask but leave your email so I can respond if you want answers! *smooch* <3

~Mirky

Stolen

II

It was different being home, when his father woke in the morning to take care of a sudden call in for vandalism Harry took the time to explore. The home might have looked the same and the feel was there but taking a closer look there was something… off. He couldn’t quite place it but in the quiet with the click of the clock his magic felt something he couldn’t place, something in the very air that had never been there before. Picking up a framed picture on the mantel it was bitter sweet to see himself as before... a sad overweight child who wanted nothing but to be ‘normal’. Of course his version of normal was a smaller waist and popular.

Weight had always been an issue for him; food was his escape from the constant demands of his mother and the war within him. The belittling of his peers forced him further into his shell and the prospect of doing anything fun such as going to the beach or the YMCA had petrified him. Self consciousness of his body kept him from removing his shirt and staying in one corner away from the others who splashed. Oh he had friends, muggle friends that had taken a back seat once he advanced his studies but now he had his own clique, a close knit group that was there from the start of his struggle to now where he still struggled, always would. Food was both his enemy and friend.

Friends who helped encourage him on his journey of success and pitfalls. It hadn’t been easy, there was a struggle that he still dealt with, he watched what he ate, and he built a wall around him in the world, a power of its own that said no before he could ponder. Alright if he was to be honest with himself the wall was magic, his own personal weave of an oath he sewn within himself. Once the word no left his lips he had no choice but to keep it – when it concerned food of course. Granted it could be considered cheating but Harry had been willing at the time to do something drastic that didn’t involve muggle gastric surgery.

Setting the photo back he rubbed at his face, for a moment lost within the silence. This would be his only vacation away from the pressure of the magical world’s high standards and the reputation his mother held. Being the only son to Lily Evan, Charms Master extraordinaire, meant that he was supposed to meet her place in the world or surpass it. A feat Harry really could care less, now if only everyone else especially his mother could think the same.

With a shake to his head Harry took a step back, now wasn’t the time to be miffed. Taking a deep cleansing breadth he closed his eyes. Meditation allowed him to center not only himself but his magic as he gently pushed it out. As odd as it sounded his magic could taste the very air before delving into the homes structure and for the briefest of moments Harry’s breadth hitched and he was one with everything – the home itself and the very foundation it sat on.

What most people didn’t seem to understand or tend to ignore was that magic was everywhere; magic was in a blade of grass, a speck of dust, it especially hummed in homes or areas where people clumped together. Even muggle’s had magic, not enough to wield a wand but some were able to tap into it to perform feats such as kinesis and foresight.

Magic could twist itself; it was an entity, a gift of its own that was both wild and tamed. Magic was something that could be studied in a life time and one will never know all that it is. Harry understood though he had an advantage, being a child gifted with magic he had essentially imprinted himself in the home.

Bouts of accidental magic, leaking, whatever, he had left a permanent mark on the home that over time held a life of its own. It wasn’t anything fanciful, there were no discussions, he didn’t hear a voice in his head greeting him, the weeds didn’t suddenly have a life of the their own, and Fairies hadn’t invaded the attics like most magical homes had.

Instead Harry was able to feel, there was a sort of awareness that acknowledged him. It was an awareness that had allowed him the last time he was here to put up some basic tweaked home wards, just in case his father attempted to cook again, he didn’t want to return to cinders that’s for sure.

Focusing Harry grounded himself less he became lost within the swirls and colors that were magic and set to work finding what made the home off balance. Knowing where every piece of furniture was and the basic layout allowed him to walk blindly as his fingers stroked the fabric or wood of furniture, rounding a lazy boy chair he picked up his father’s odd signature but something skewed was beneath it.

It was foreign, different; something solid that was recent and piqued his interest as he realized it wasn’t muggle like his dad. Moving along he touched the sofa and there it was, whoever it belonged to had to have come more than once but delving even deeper, nails digging into the fabric he could sense something wild about it, untamed, and he could taste what could only be described as earthy.

With a frown Harry tried to put a label on it, he sensed that he had felt it before but where or with whom left him baffled. Just before he could pull away and scour the rest of the house, while this find had been intriguing it hadn’t been quite what he was originally searching for, Harry felt another signature jump out at him. It left him momentarily dazed; such a sharp contrast from the earthy one left this one bitter on his palette.

Smacking his lips together the taste wouldn’t leave him. It was annoying and depressing. He could sense death… something dark and sticky, not at all lively or untamed as the one above it. This was it… this was what he was searching for and with it brought a sort of panic that had alarm bells ringing in his head. The wards that he had placed on his home were basic but ingrained in each ward was a rune dedicated to identify danger and when he tweaked it, it allowed for more of a thorough defense.

That off feeling that had been nagging at him since he stepped onto the pathway leading to the front door was the wards telling him, the castor, that a danger had passed but the presence had done nothing malicious to force the wards to react. The rune would have pushed back at the danger and alerted him. Harry was sure had he felt anything he would have apparated wand in hand.

Now that he knew what he was looking for Harry found himself moving from the living room to the stairs where his fingers caressed the railing. A step at a time he felt something pushing him, urging him forward. On the last step he paused and cocked his head, that odd signature was strong to his left where there was one bedroom and the bathroom… that one bedroom belonged to his half sister. Harry wanted to swear as he moved closer and when his fingers curled around the door knob he felt a jolt that left him upset.

No… it couldn’t be… the door creaked open and Harry let his eyes blink away the blurriness. The room was generic, a bed, dresser, and more like a guest room than Bella’s old room but Harry wasn’t looking at the furniture or even cared that Bella lived with her Fiancé on the reservation. His grip on the handled tightened, the room was saturated with the weight of a signature that was Dark and he could kick himself for not really realizing just what it was or what it belonged to. “Damnit.” Incensed Harry slammed the door and stormed down the stairs where he made his way to the backyard through the kitchen and transformed into his anigmus form and ran off.

If he stayed any longer he was sure his magic would literally crumble the house at his feet.

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Charlie arrived, his smile slipping as he caught sight of his sons pacing. “Harry.”

“Dad!” Harry rushed forward and gave the man a hug, “Dad.”

“I wasn’t gone that long.” Hugging his son the two remained that way, the door to the home wide open. “What’s wrong, you’re shaking.”

Harry didn’t let go, he just held the man tighter. “Daddy?”

“Oh Harry, what’s wrong?”

“Bella is the stupidest muggle I know.”

Charlie blinked, “Now Harry don’t say such things.”

Angry he pulled away. “How could she be so freaking stupid? How could she just endanger you like that, I know you two aren’t close but she should have enough sense not to attract something so dangerous!”

Giving a shake to his head Charlie was beyond confused. “I’m not following Harry. Tell me what’s wrong, I’ll fix it.”

Harry laughed, “You just can’t fix this! I won’t be able to fix this.” Running a hand through his hair he took a deep breath – it did nothing. “Who are Bella’s friends?”

“Well...” Charlie rubbed the back of his neck, “She spends more time on the reservation than in the town.”

“How about from before? Anyone odd?”

“There were those Cullen’s. Bella used to date Edward before she switched to Jacob.”

Harry could tell there was more to that story and he hoped desperately he was wrong. “Did they feel different to you? What color were their eyes?”

Charlie said the first thing that had been on everyone’s mind, “They were beautiful. Dr. Cullen practiced at the Hospital and his wife was just a sweet heart. Their kids went to Fork’s High though Jacob and Edward never did quite get along. Billy was adamant about them not being good people but they were polite, never made any trouble for anyone.”

“Eye color? Odd behavior?” Harry pressed.

“Now that I think about it… they could have had the same kind of eyes, yellowish gold or something.” He scrunched his brow in thought, “The family tended to disappear whenever the sun came out. Took advantage of the good weather and went camping.”

Yellowish gold? Not the striking red that came from blood consumed from humans but Harry was no fool. There were two types of vampires, the regular kinds and the odd quirky ones who were tree hugging animal drinkers. Yellowish gold would be just about right, only they weren’t so even tempered. Animal blood wasn’t as fulfilling as human blood unfortunately… and only muggle vampires were dumb enough really. “Dad?”

“Yes?”

“Did this Edward Cullen have cold hands?” Charlie gave a nod and Harry wanted to swear, “That daughter of yours caught the eye of a damn muggle vampire.”

Silence.

“What?” Had Charlie heard right?

“There are two sorts of vampires, each with their own signatures and quirks. There’s the ones bred from bitten squibs, wizards, witches, anyone that has magic. They blend well in the magical community but then you have the muggle vampire’s.” Harry’s nose wrinkled just slightly as he thought of them, “They have this superiority complex the ones in the magical world find laughable. Some muggle vampire’s are gifted but they all have the same quirks; speed and strength but when they get into the sun they sparkle.”

“Sparkle?”

“Yea, sparkle. I have a friend who’s a muggle vampire, one of those changed jocks from the 50’s, he finds it annoying as hell and very degrading to his manhood.” Harry took a breadth, “It’s the only reason why I recognized the signature that saturates her room. When I picked it up I couldn’t place it at first.”

Charlie opened his mouth, closed it, and then shook his head. Closing the door he made his way into the kitchen to make himself a strong drink. A vampire? He could take his son being a wizard and his former lover a witch but vampires? What next, werewolves really existed? “Tell me werewolves aren’t real.”

Harry grimaced, his father while very accepting just didn’t want to know most times. “They’re real; there are several different sorts of species though.”

Rummaging through a cabinet he pulled out a fancy looking bottle. Taking a healthy swig he sucked in a breadth as the burn left him feeling warm and a bit lightheaded as it pooled and spread from his stomach. “So… Edward was a vampire; the Cullen’s were vampires.” Fact not question… his daughter had fallen then broken up with a vampire?

“I hate assuming so I’ll say yes. I’m just concerned her stupidity will cost us our lives.” Harry sat and with his elbow propped he cupped his chin, eyes following his father.

Taking a seat on a stool Charlie slumped, “Explain.”

“Well vampires are territorial. What they consider theirs belongs to them, regardless if their object of affection rejects them. Scorned woman have nothing on vampire’s who feel they’ve been wronged. If Bella had a relationship with this Edward guy and he considered it serious to the point of changing her he may have left but he’ll never be gone. Worst case scenario he’s probably biding his time before hurting her by killing everyone she knows before ripping her to shreds.”

“And the best case?” the alcohol hadn’t done much so he took another swig.

“Best case he’ll focus on her until she dies by his hand or natural. Vampires mate for life once they find their other. Could be any sort of scenario, I’m just hoping Edward is a young vampire who thought Bella was his that way his Sire could keep him from acting out. It helps that for vampire’s there are multiple mates out there for them to choose from, natures ‘just in case’ policy.”

Charlie watched as his son stood and make an early lunch. The refrigerator opened and closed, deli meat plopped on the island, “Isn’t there some magical police that can help?”

From a jar Harry smeared a herbed spread on the ciabatta bread, “The Aurors won’t get involved, it’s a muggle matter. Muggle vampires are dealt with by their version of Hitler, the Volturi.”

“Aah,” Charlie eyed the spinach layered on with a wary eye but the deli meat and cheese more than made up for it. The sandwich was cut and the plate slid to him. “Harry?”

“Hmm.’ summoning a bag of chips he set it beside his father.

“You’re never leaving me again.” And Charlie took a large bite of his lunch with a pleased hum.

Harry gave a shake of his head, only his dad would be more concerned over food rather than a possible vampire infestation.

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Life in Fork’s seemed too simple. It had been a little over a month and Harry was itching for a change of scenery that wasn’t the four walls of his room or the inside of the kitchen. On his third day living with his father he had gotten a call from his publisher saying he needed to get himself ‘out there’, stir some ‘drama’, and get some ‘press’. Harry had expected he would probably do an interview for a paper. Not be forced to be a sudden article writer for Barkley’s internet website… Harry had a feeling they were merely using him without pay.

The relaxation he wanted turned him into a overcooked, overstressed wizard, whose eyes were blurred from staring at a small laptop screen. “Aaaah!” Harry screamed in frustration as he grabbed his hair. The only ‘good’ thing about this madness was keeping him from dredging up possible outcomes to the Bella Situation.

From below in the living room Billy Black looked up and then glanced at his friend who just shook his head, “Ignore him.” The pair couldn’t help but not ignore the going on’s from above. There was stomping of feet, swearing, and then a crash. Charlie closed his eyes as he winced, “That’s the second one he’s tossed.”

“What?” Billy smirked, he actually learned a new swear word.

“A laptop.” The exasperation in Charlie’s tone begged for a pitying pat and condolences.

There was a slam of a door and then stomping of feet before Harry appeared with a thundercloud atop his head. “Stupid Editors. They can just shove their publicity so far up their asses they could eat it!” throwing himself beside his father on the couch Harry glared at the television.

For a moment the only sound came from a commercial but Billy cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, he had to take a moment to shove his shock aside. The last time he had seen his friend’s son was the day before the boy left and he looked nothing as he did now. Charlie had said Harry came home a changed man without elaborating but this wasn’t what he expected, though he was damn proud the boy managed to fight his food demons. “No Hello’s Harry?”

Jumping, Harry stared at Billy. “Billy!” Off the couch he practically launched himself at the man who let out a laugh and a hard slap to the back. “I didn’t know you were coming I would have made something for you!”

With a smirk Charlie interrupted, “My fridge is filled with something’s, just take those.”

“I don’t hear you complaining dad. So, how’s it been? How’s Jacob?” Harry shifted his shoulder; an odd tingle ran along his fingers and up his arm.

Billy shifted where he sat, “You would know if you ever bothered to come over. Was expectn’ you over sooner rather than never son.”

Wincing Harry shared a look with his father who simply glanced away quickly and back to the game. “I was hoping to come over when Bella wasn’t.”

“With the way things are going that doesn’t seem to happen.” Harry narrowed his eyes just slightly; there was something that was not being said judging by the weariness that replaced the amusement. He wanted to open his mouth but Billy glanced at Charlie and Harry redirected his thoughts, “So, is it only you two for the night or should I prepare myself for a horde of hungry hippo’s?”

With a gruff laugh Billy said, “Just us son. The big game is tomorrow but don’t worry about it, we normally order a couple of pies.”

Charlie snorted, “More like twenty.”

“Wow, I doubt my oven can do half of that.” Harry tapped his chin in thought, “Do you have to always have pizza? I can always make a smorgasbord of stuff.” Anything to keep his mind away from his destroyed laptop and her.

Charlie cleared his throat, “Harry we’re talking about black holes. None of them eat like you or Bella; they’re meat and potato boys.”

“I can cook meat and potatoes; I just tend to put my own spin on them to make it at least healthier. No one says you have to consume three thousand calories in a spinach dip when you can cut that in half and enjoy some salty chips. Besides, I can cook high calorie meals, Bella can starve for all I care.”

“Harry!” Charlie snapped hand coming down on the sofa’s plush arm.

Harry stood, “I’m sorry if I’m a little pissed but as far as I’m concerned she can rot.” turning on his heels he stormed away. “Life isn’t some damn fairytale especially with muggle girls!” Harry’s voice carried from the kitchen, “Teenage love does not last, there’s no prince charming on a hippogriff!”

Charlie spared a look to his old friend, “Excuse my son, he’s acting melodramatic.”

“Dad!” Harry practically screeched.

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The game was one that was supposed to be important… which meant the house was going to be crowded with rowdy men and Bella. Scowling Harry stirred the pot that was bubbling with Chili, a special recipe that had ground turkey instead of beef and several varieties of beans. The talk he had with his father had been more one sided, Charlie defended Bella with her not knowing the dangers like he did… which was true. A muggle girl really couldn’t understand the gravity of the love of a vampire only Harry found he couldn’t think too rationally on it, he knew how much his father was hurting over their relationship and Bella’s attitude was so flippant it had Harry fingering his well hidden wand.

Bella was turning to be just like her mother and as Harry pulled out the cornbread and checked on the ribs that were wrapped in foil he wanted nothing more than for the girl to leave for college and never bother the family again.

“Oh my god.” Came from the doorway.

“Dad?” Harry closed the door to the magically expanded oven, “Are you done with the shopping list?”

Charlie took in his expanded kitchen and the trays of food that took up the island. “Harry… you know we’re only having a couple of people coming. Billy’s boys might eat but I doubt they can eat all this.”

“It’s not much, just game essentials I found online.” Harry defended as he helped his father with the bags of junk food and a case of beer that was stacked atop several others.

“Essentials? You could feed the whole town!”

“Stop being dramatic dad.” Wiping his hands on his apron Harry took in the trays and rattled off what was on the menu, “I made ribs, baked potatoes, salad, chili, cornbread, spinach and artichoke cheese dips, you got the chips, a bunch of hot wings, some stew with dumplings, macaroni and cheese, the hot dog and hamburgers are grilling in the back… and skewers of grilled shrimp or beef… What?”

Charlie gave a shake to his head, “I’m telling you Harry, stop cooking, I don’t know where you’re coming up with the money to feed the army this past month but just stop. Tomorrow I’m cooking.”

Harry smiled, “You don’t cook dad.”

“Cereal and the Diner in town are great substitutes.” Taking one last look around Charlie inched away from the kitchen and his son. “I’ll just sort the living area alright?”

Watching his father go Harry didn’t think he made that much stuff. Charlie did go on and on about how large the group of guys and gals were going to be and wondered just how much they put away. Thinking about it, maybe his father wouldn’t notice the enlargement charm he placed on the living area, it was good for the night. “Harry!” Guess not.

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The owl had come at an odd time that afternoon as Harry was finishing the last of the food, setting up bowls of chips, and spelling the cooler filled with canned soft drinks and beer from melting on the hard wood floor. Taking the owl gently into the kitchen the exhausted bird gratefully munched on some cornbread, bits of a burger, and cold water. “Rest little one, let’s see what your master sent me.”

Charlie snatched a skewer before his son could slap his hand away, “Whose it from?”

“I made friends with an exchange student from England. We used to date but figured we’re better off as friends.”

Interested Charlie went to snatch another skewer only Harry smacked his hand with an amused look, “What’s his name?”

Reading over the letter Harry smiled, “Teddy.”

“Oh the one who can change his looks… meta something?”

“Yea.” Deciding to plunge forward, “He’s part werewolf dad, the full moon kind so if there’s any silver around can you put them away? He wants to come over, something about getting away from his parents. They’re getting ready for another baby and he wants to get away from the madness.”

Charlie scratched the back of his head, “A werewolf hu?”

“You housed vampires, I promise he won’t go all grr, and he knows we’ll be around muggle's so he’ll behave. Please?”

“Of course he can!” as if he would deny one of his sons friends from coming into his home. “It’ll be nice to see some of your friends. I just don’t want to find you in a closet doing something that shouldn’t be done in this house, not until you’re married, alright.”

Harry would have liked to laugh had he not thought his father was serious. Charlie was big on the whole ignoring thing and if he thought Harry was anything but a virgin… well he’ll ignore that too. “I promise daddy no hanky panky in this house.”

“Good.”

“I make no promises, he’s a very touchy feely sort and he likes older men.” Harry waggled his eyebrows and laughed as his father choked on his drink with a blooming blush.

“Harry!”

-TBC-

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