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.
III
Bella broke bits and pieces of the cornbread and munched on it, the food that the tribe was gorging themselves on smelt delicious but there wasn’t really anything she could eat, even the salad had bits of bacon mixed in. Her father had apologized and said ‘Harry thought you weren’t coming’. Which she could buy, if it wasn’t for Jacob urging her to come she would be somewhere else so a pizza was ordered, for her.
The game was well underway and the drinking had left the people scattered around with a slight buzz. Shape Shifter’s couldn’t get drunk unless they consumed several kegs or maybe more and both of the Alpha’s refused for that theory to be played out. When Charlie passed her by she asked, “Where’s Harry?” she had yet to see him since the day he arrived.
“He’s picking up his friend, he should be here soon.” Not a moment later the doorbell rang, “Either that’s your brother or the pizza.”
Jacob who was on his second plate perked up from where he stood beside his father, “Hey, Buddha’s here?” Those around perked up, it had been a long while since they all saw one another. The game was forgotten and when Charlie walked back in with two strangers behind him… everyone was utterly confused.
“Where’s Harry?” Sam questioned before frowning as he caught sight of Jacob’s slack expression. The happy expectant smile had been replaced by a sort of shock that had the members of his (Jacob’s) pack shifting. It seemed the truth had reared its ugly head… now for the fireworks.
Harry was going to speak up when Ted who had stuck his hand in his back pocket to stroke his ‘arse’ grabbed his arm and pulled him behind his larger frame. “Teddy?”
Only Ted wasn’t paying attention, in fact he was glaring and what sounded like a growl escaped him, “Wolves.” He all but snarled.
Sam glared and stood from where he sat on the floor, “Who the hell are you?”
“I should be asking you that question!” Ted snapped, his wand sliding into his hand and Harry grabbed onto his wrist.
“What the hell!” Harry hissed managing to force himself to his friend’s side. “You’ll bring the Aurors on our assess! Calm the fuck down, there aren’t any wolves here but you!”
Now that caught everyone’s attention, The Quileute tribe abandoned their plates and were all on their feet ready for a fight. Poor Charlie was stuck between the two not understanding much besides the fact that magic was a no when muggle’s were around. “I am nothing like those shape-shifting traitors! It was their kind that sided with Voldemort!” Teddy all but shouted, eyes flashing amber.
Harry sucked in a breadth, realization quickly dawned, “Well fuck.” Sparing Billy a look, the man looked about ready for a fight with the way he was glaring, wheelchair or not. “Had I known you lot were wolves I would have made more food with red meat.”
Jacob seemed to snap out of his trance of building horror, “Buddha?” That could not be Harry; there was no way in hell that was the same kid who sat on him for making him believe a mud cake was really cake.
Rolling his eyes Harry gave a shake to his head, “Hey Jacob. I knew the signature I felt was familiar, didn’t peg you lot for being anything but muggle's.”
“Harry,” Charlie started, “I think you should do something.”
“Of course,” Harry tried his most charming smile. “I would like to let you all know that desert will be apple pie and a bread pudding that’s to die for.” No one budged, “Alright. So, I’m a wizard, the whole magic thing is real but I’m assuming you’re all, well almost all of you are either shape-shifting wolves or something?” No one spoke a word, Harry wasn’t sure if anyone heard him since Ted and the tribe were staring one another down. For a moment Harry pictured a ball of tumble weed skipping along the living room floor or even crickets adding to the effect. “Teddy maybe we should leave?”
“No!” Jacob barked, surprising everyone before the man calmed himself down, “No, don’t go.”
“Jake…” Harry didn’t want to fight.
“Considering,” Jacob glanced around and ignored Sam’s stern glare, “the circumstances yes we’re shape-shifting wolves.”
Harry tightened his grip on Ted’s wrist, “Northern Wolves guided under the North Star or the ones under the Mother Moon, Spirit Wolves?”
It was Billy who sucked in a breadth, “Spirit Wolves.”
Only then did Harry release his grip, “Well then. Can’t we all just get along?” Spirit wolves had kept out of the war, Harry was extremely grateful his friends weren’t on the ‘shit’ list of Teddy.
Ted scoffed, “Mr. Goblin Friend.” wand slipping back underneath his sleeve Ted leaned in and nuzzled Harry’s ear, “I say we find a broom closet and celebrate species relations.”
“Teddy!” Harry snapped as he elbowed his friend with a blush.
“Mr. Lupin,” Charlie’s stern tone left no doubt that the man meant business. “I would suggest you stay away from closets of all kinds with my son, do I make myself clear young man?”
Teddy swallowed, “Yes Sir.” He kept from stuttering.
“Billy, Harry, I would like to see the two of you in the kitchen, now.” And Charlie marched away.
Harry raised himself on the toes to whisper in his friend’s ear, “Behave or I’ll skin you.” Before he could leave Teddy grabbed his chin and kissed him managing to get a quick taste of Harry’s unique flavor.
“Bring me a plate of food.” Harry lifted a brow, “Please.”
Sigh, “No cursing alright.”
“Anything for you Buddha.” Teddy winked.
“Merlin not you too.” The last one in the kitchen Harry crossed his arms at his chest, “So…”
Billy looked him over, “How do you know about the Spirit Wolves?”
Scuffing his shoes on the linoleum Harry gave a shrug to his shoulders, “I did my muggle thesis on them. There’s a colony in Canada, Tennessee, and even Connecticut.”
“Billy, it seems we’re all keeping secrets.” Charlie popped open a can of beer and handed it to his old friend before opening his own. “Lily was a witch, didn’t know until Harry wanted a cookie and the jar zoomed into his arms one night.”
“Daaaad.” Harry whined.
Charlie instead chuckled, “Could do nothing but stand there as he walked away trying to stuff as many in his mouth as he could get.”
“I was three.” Harry defended.
“Before I can wrap myself around what happened someone knocked on my door. Two officers who said there was a spike of something and wanted to know why I hadn’t registered in a muggle town.”
“They were Aurors.” Harry interrupted.
“I stood there stuttering about my son, cookies, and making a complete fool of myself until one of them asked whether my son summoned the cookies to him. Since I was Harry’s father they couldn’t erase my memories and Lily came over later and sat with me.”
“Mom was proud that I was finally showing some magic, she was worried I would be a squib.” Harry added bitterly. Lily was a sore spot with him and all three men understood without question, that woman wore the crown of being a vindictive conniving bitch.
Billy gave a shake to his head, “I’ve known of the magical community but I would never have pegged you Harry as a wizard. Normally they feel different to us.”
“Are you a shape-shifter Billy?” Harry asked curious.
“It’s in my blood, my grandfather was Alpha but time passed me by. Jacob has taken the roll of Alpha along with Sam. We now have two Packs within the tribe.”
Harry blinked, “That explains why he’s huge now. Maybe I should start calling him pudgy.”
From a distance Jacob shouted, “Hey! It’s pure muscle!”
“Pudge!” Harry yelled back.
Billy interrupted, “And this boy you brought over, he’s different.”
“Yea, he’s a friend.”
“Friend?” chuckle and a leer played on Billy’s face, “Seems more than a friend Harry.”
Charlie cleared his throat, “Only a friend, isn’t he Harry?”
“Yes Dad, just a friend.” ‘With benefits’ but Harry wouldn’t say that too loud. “Teddy is a true Werewolf, well half of one. He can’t phase during the full moon but he has to lock himself up. His personality shifts to that of a wolf and he has some of the qualities of a werewolf like scenting, sight, and hearing.”
Billy took a swallow of his beer, “And this Voldemort guy, what did he mean by that.”
Surprised, “You know about him?”
The man gave a shrug, “I have a friend who’s a squib and plays poker a couple times a month. He sometimes brings the Wizarding paper. Was a big deal when that guy got taken down by that kid… Longbittom or something.”
“Longbottom, Neville Longbottom. Poor kid died for that stupid country. A bunch of idiots, you know they tried to pass some purity laws but thankfully the continents got together and over ruled the Minister. Guy got sacked, the Queen finally took notice and they’re governed under the muggle law. Teddy’s dad was involved with the war effort so I know more than I want.” Harry gave a shrug, “The Northern Wolves turned traitor. They were on the Light side, gave up the safe houses, Voldemort came down killed Merlin knows how many people… it’s a touchy subject.”
“How are the Northern Wolves different from, well, Billy’s?” Charlie questioned before he remembered he didn’t want to know.
“Northern Wolves are pure white. Don’t matter your skin color and they’re much smaller than the ones here. Wickedly fast though.”
“Harry I’m hungry.” Ted called from the silent living room. No doubt the conversation in the kitchen was heard by everyone. “Feed me!”
“The boy can get up and get it.” Charlie huffed.
“Leave him alone dad, he’s just a big flirt.” Getting one of the thick paper plates Harry set about feeding his friend. Bypassing the healthy bits, Teddy wouldn’t touch a salad, bacon or no. He had a mountain of food by the time he was done. Thankfully conversation ended and the game was back on.
The mood took a while to return to its feverish pitch until the game playing took an interesting turn… and everyone was cheering. That seemed to break the mood as more beer was passed around and Harry dutifully kept beside Ted who was enjoying his first muggle game on a ‘telly’ as he liked to call it. Harry also dutifully ignored his half sister as she munched on her cheese pizza and he wasn’t feeling guilty… no he wasn’t it. Ted placed a firm hand on Harry’s knee, stopping the bouncing limb. “Chill Harry, have some shrimp.”
A skewer was shoved in his face and Harry wrinkled his nose, he ate more than enough, the extra room was for desert. “No thanks.” A moment passed and Harry slid from his seat on the arm of the conjured recliner to his friends lap, “I hate this.” He mumbled, uncaring that Bella’s wide eyes were on him, how his father was dutifully ignoring him, and surprisingly Jacob’s glare.
Ted lifted a hand and ran his fingers through the young wizard’s dark locks, “The game or the other thing?”
“The other thing.” Harry admitted as he closed his eyes and snuggled deeper, “So stupid, so childish.”
“So ignorant.” Eyes riveted on the television Ted could feel eyes on the both of them; one set in particular was quite interesting. “What do you expect from someone who knows nothing? It’s been long enough, they could have come and painted the walls red but they didn’t. That should tell you something.”
Taking his hand Harry toyed with the band of gold that was ingrained with runes of bronze, a simple woven protection charm. “Maybe I should go to them? These what if’s are killing me.”
Setting down the muggle beer Ted held Harry closer against him, for a moment his eyes met that of Jacob whose jaw was clenched and he smirked. “What if you have them come to you.” Leaning in to whisper he spoke in Latin, a language both had taken fluently and no one in the room understood if they were listening which they were. “One is a Seer no? Her visions are subjective to intent, intend to meet them and they will come to you to keep you at bay. Those with fangs are impatient love.”
“Maybe I should have fun with this… wouldn’t it be wicked?” Harry didn’t have to elaborate as Ted’s eyes lit with amusement and the man waggled his brows at him.
“Another notch on your belt?”'
“It would be interesting; a one night stand with her ex but the thought of touching what she had is disgusting.”
Bella glanced over at the two men who sat snuggled on something that had appeared magically from a random cushion, the two were whispering in an odd language with noses rubbing and the faintest of lip brushes. She may not have had any mystical powers but she could just tell the two of them had a love for one another. She wasn’t so sure it was love like her and Jacobs, the eternal sort, but there was a shared look between the two.
Glancing around she found the boredom reaching into annoyance, Jacob had yet to sit in his vacant spot beside her and was on the floor beside Sam who was muttering to him. Judging by the shifting gazes of the rest of the wolf pack and the cluelessness of the other mated significant others it had to be a ‘wolf’ thing. Bella assumed it had to do with Ted who was some sort of other wolf and wizard… Harry was a wizard as well. Was it only her and her father that was the only normal average ones?
At least with Edward she was gifted with the ability of her mind not being listened into… and she was his singer. A quick shake to her head she blocked those thoughts; there will be no more thinking of the vampires! “Teddy!” Harry squealed as the other man tickled his side. Harry had jumped up off his lap and was across the room, face red. “Bad wolf!” Bella bit her lip as she watched Jacob’s attention snap upwards and his nostrils flare.
Jacob swallowed thickly as Harry made his way over with a, “Hey Pudgy.” That smile should be made illegal. Jacob wanted to speak but his tongue was stuck and he could only grunt as Harry basically flung himself at his back. The sudden presence of his… of his… his… his imprint jarred him. It was a spike of heat that brought warmth to his cheeks and if Sam hadn’t passed him a convenient spare throw pillow to place over his lap… well it would be embarrassing. “I see you’re dating my half sister, should I give you the *shovel* talk?”
Clearing his throat, “Shovel talk?”
“Yea, the talk.” Arms wrapping around the shape-shifter Harry’s lips brushed against Jacob’s ear, “If you hurt her, me, you, and the shovel we’ll call Bob will have the best time smashing your brain into pate. Bob is a very special friend of mine, a bit psycho, but we love him,” Harry looked up at his father, “Right dad?”
“I do like Bob.” Charlie gave a nod.
From where she sat Bella hid her pinked face behind her hair, “He’ll never hurt me Harry.” She glanced up and smiled but her smile faltered as Jacob’s gaze seemed wide and piercing at the floor. “Jacob?”
Harry released his hold and practically fell over on top of Sam who groaned as he was forced onto his back, “Get off you’re heavy!” which had Harry laughing as he straddled the man.
“Come on old man,” Harry waggled his brows, “I have magic now.”
Sam snorted and rolled them over, what he hadn’t expected was Harry rolling them over and pinning him to the ground, cheek pressed against the warn grain of the wood. “Got ya.”
“How the hell…”
“Language Sam.” Emily scolded as she giggled behind her napkin. “Let my fiancé up Harry, you’ve bruised his ego enough.”
“Anything for you Miss Young.” As Harry stood and attempted to make his way back over to Ted, he squeaked as strong arms wrapped around him and lifted him off his feet. “Sam!”
“You’re just a puny wizard.” Twirling the younger man around Jacob let out a yell as Harry’s shoe hit him on the back of his head.
“Teddy help!” Harry’s eyes sparkled and he watched as Teddy waved him off. “Traitor.”
“I’ll save you Harry.” Emily stood from her seat and she leaned in on her toes and kissed Sam’s chin. “Sam, please.” Sam melted, his arms relaxed and Harry was quick to make it across the room but not before he sent a small spell in Sam’s direction. Glad that the fun mood had returned full force. Everyone had stared, shocked, before the chuckles came and Sam had ignored them for a brief moment before Emily reach upwards and took a lock of his hair, “A beautiful shade of pink.”
A witty remark would have passed his lips but Sam blinked… then frowned. “Pink?”
“I like pink.” Harry said from where he sat on Ted’s lap whose hand was suspiciously high on his thigh. “I think it fits both Alpha’s don’t you think Teddy?”
Jacob gasped and lifted his hand to his hair, “Harry you didn’t.”
Ted smirked and conjured a mirror with his wand to hover before both men. “Pretty.” He added much to the laughter of the others, even Billy had tossed his head back.
The mirror vanished and Harry felt his smile disappear as Jacob’s glaring gaze caught his and Harry felt something in him jump. His magic began to stir and for a moment it was as if the world had disappeared and all that was left was the two of them. Simultaneously Jacob was on his feet and Harry was up running to the kitchen. The wizard felt his heart beat furiously; it was a chase but was he the prey? Giving a laugh he rounded the corner of the island and when their gazes met there was a primal edge to Jacob’s sight that had something tight coil in his gut and a certain part of him twitch which should have terrified him but instead he licked his lips and watched as Jacob’s eyes darken as the shape-shifter followed.
Around they went, Jacob lunged, his arms outreached but Harry was quick and did a mad dash for the stairs only a hand grabbed at his ankle and tugged. Pain stabbed at his knee as it banged on the hard edge of a step and he let out an ‘oomph’ when he was dragged down and flipped over, back meeting the solid wood of the floor. Harry wasn’t sure how he was four steps up and now staring deep into Jacob’s dark eyes… but there he lay. His chest heaved and Jacob’s knees were on either side of him, his strong fingers wrapped around Harry’s wrists.
The moment of stillness stretched for an eternity though it was only moments. Jacob leaned forward, his hot breath mingled with Harry’s and the intent was there but before they could seal with a kiss the world came to sharp focus, “Jacob!”
It was like a needle popping a balloon, the world came into sharp focus and Harry sucked in a breadth, willing his heart to ease. “Your Fiancé calls.”
Jacob’s jaws clenched and he looked up, “Bella…” he couldn’t say it, and he didn’t know what to say.
-TBC-
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