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Whatever Weather	By : rajkosullivan Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight, nor the characters from either. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Notes: I debated with myself a bit about whether this should be the next chapter - there were plenty of snap-shot scenes revolving around Edward and Harry's lives that I left out - but ultimately decided they added little to the plot. That said, the point-of-view switching will slow down as the story progresses so enjoy them while you can! Also, thank you for the ratings and reviews! :)

Chapter 2: A Jump In Time

The eight year old touched the pillar next to him, watching as another group of tourists passed by, their eyes wide and shining at the splendor around them. Harry felt sorry for them, sorry and sick that they didn't know what they were about to walk into, and wished he could call out to them, tell them not to go any further on their tour. It would be feudal, however, and only sign his own death warrant so he did nothing as he watched them, trying to memorize their faces. It was what he did every time and it never got any easier.

"Harold," a voice said from behind him, hard and impatient. "You know you're not supposed to be here. Aro forbid it."

Turning, Harry stared up at his keeper, face wiped clean of the turmoil he felt inside. Jane - never Aunt Jane or sister Jane - looked down at him, a strangely intent look in her eyes that he knew didn't bode well for him. Ever since he could remember, she had been responsible for him, taking him from place to place to be taught, groomed, and trained. That she openly disliked him and her responsibility towards him was plain, and he sometimes wondered, in that distant way he had developed, if she would have done with it and him one day.

"I was just going to my next lesson," Harry replied, thankful that it was at least partly true. He had been going to his next lesson, even if he had been ten minutes late and dreading the trouble he would get into for it.

"You're to be fitted for new clothes," she said eventually, red eyes boring into him. It made him shiver, as it always did. Sometimes it was hard to believe that Jane had once been like him: human.

Plucking at his jumper, he frowned. "I haven't grown out of these yet."

"It doesn't matter," Jane snapped, mouth tightening into a hard line. "I won't have you whining at me like last time." With that, she turned, her robes flaring out behind her like the wings of a bat.

Sighing softly, Harry followed and pointedly didn't look behind him when the screams started.

Tanya Denali crouched low in the snowbank, her golden eyes fixed unblinkingly on the still figure just a few yards away from her. Though she knew it was pointless to hide, she still did it, enjoying the challenge of maybe one day surprising her victim. Blowing a bit of strawberry blond hair from her eyes, she shifted, careful to keep her mind impossibly blank as her muscles coiled tightly and she sprang...

...and landed face first in the middle of the snow, her intended target having taken a single step to the side just in time. Grumbling, she pushed herself to her elbows and glared up at Edward Cullen. "I'll get you one of these days."

"I really doubt it," Edward returned, expression bemused. "You think too loud. Even when you're trying not to."

Rolling her eyes, she eased herself onto her back, shirt pulling tight across her stomach as she stared up at the grey-white clouds above her. It was going to snow soon, the fat fluffy clouds hanging low above them. She liked it when it snowed; it made pretending to be human that much more easy.

"You've been missing for a while," she thought, glancing at him curiously. "They were beginning to get worried so I volunteered to come find you. You're becoming predictable, hiding out here all the time."

"Hiding," Edward murmured, soft enough to make her blink. "Is that what it seems like I'm doing? Hiding?"

"It seems that way to me," she offered, pushing herself to her feet in a blur of motion. "You're always out here, away from everyone else. Including me..." Reaching out, she tried to touch him, fingers connecting with empty air despite her speed.

"Tanya," Edward warned, tone wary. "My feelings for you haven't changed. I'm sorry but I'm just..."

"Not interested," she sighed, hand falling to her side. "I know you're not. I had to try, though." Smiling, she shrugged. "Still friends?"

For a moment, he stared at her, golden eyes flickering over her face before nodding. "Of course. You always will be."

Smile widening, she nodded back. She didn't have to be a mind reader to hear the unspoken 'just a friend' tacked on to the end of that sentence. Unfortunately.

"Then as a friend," she continued, crossing the few feet he'd put between them when he'd moved. "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you? I swear I won't tell anyone else unless you want me to but they are worried about you. So am I."

Daringly, she placed a hand on his shoulder, happy when he didn't immediately pull away from her. Though it had been a few years since she first tried (unsuccessfully) to get him into her bed, she still considered him to be one of her most favorite people in the world. That he was handsome, with a boyish charm and untidy hair that she wanted to tangle her fingers in, certainly didn't hurt matters.

Running a hand through his hair, Edward exhaled, lips pulling down at the corners. "Do you ever think about your mate? I mean, your future mate?"

"Not really," she replied, head cocking to the side thoughtfully. "I used to when I was younger, but it's been so long since then," she shrugged, gesturing vaguely. "I can't live my life waiting for someone who might not be out there."

Frowning, she stepped in front of him, hand dropping from his shoulder as she looked into his eyes. They were darkening, threads of black beginning to seep into gold. "Is that what's bothering you? Not having a mate yet? Because-"

"But if you knew," he continued over her. "That your mate was out there and that he was..."

"...was..?" She prompted when he trailed off, curious despite herself. It had been years since she'd given any real thought to having a mate, years more since she'd bothered to talk about it with anyone outside of her sisters. "Was what, Edward?"

"Nothing," he responded, closing his eyes. When he opened them, they were golden again. "Nevermind. It was just...wishful thinking." Smiling wearily, he cocked his head in the direction she'd just come. "We'd better get back."

"But Edward," she started, hand lifting only to realize that she was once again reaching for thin air.

Face set into stoic lines, Remus Lupin walked silently through the darkened halls of Azkaban Prison, heart feeling as though it was being ripped from his chest. It felt that way every time he came here; the oppressive atmosphere and maddened screams of its inmates tearing at him and making him ache inside. That his best mate was here, behind these walls, made it all the worse.

Sirius Black was many things, but a maddened killer and agent of the Dark Lord wasn't one them. Remus knew that, even if no one else did, and to see the man slowly be pushed to the brink of sanity was like a nightmare that would never end. Especially for someone as bright and vivacious as his friend had once been.

'I can't keep doing this,' he lamented dully. 'I can't. I'm sorry, Sirius. I love you like a brother, a pack mate, but I just...I can't.'

Nodding distantly to a nearby guard, Remus stepped into one of the waiting lifts, vowing, if only to himself, that he would never set foot here again. Even if it killed him. And Sirius.
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