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Fire Struck	By : slivercop31 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8572 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled.   ~Plutarch

Chapter 2

            Have you ever had one of those dreams that felt so real? Well, for the past five years he has been having these dreams of fire, screaming, and sad blue eyes. It’s the same dream every night but its beats Voldemort visions any night. Thinking back on those visions did send a shiver through his body. Harry had just woken up and the feeling of the heat from the fire lingered from his hand and feet. Looking at his hands, he notices that they have changed so much. Even the change of the Wizarding world had changed since Voldemort cronies attack Hogwarts.   Looking back now, it seems like yesterday that it happen.

#Flash Back#

It was at the end of his six year when he discovered that he was a Horcruxe and had connection to Voldemort. Dumbledore and him went to the cave where Voldemort hid one of his many Horcruxe’s to destroy it. Both found out that the necklace was a fake from a person with the letters of R.A.B. Once they made it back to Hogwarts, both of them knew something was wrong. Both Dumbledore and Harry race through the school sending spells to Death Eaters. Most of them were easy to bind or knock out. Once they made the Great Hall, a lot of the students were blasting the Death Eaters to high heaven. Harry could see the D.A. group was the main ones that were fighting. Dumbledore begin to get to attack the main Death Eaters. Harry could see Draco Malfoy was trying to attack Dumbledore but Harry had sent a blasting hex to him and knocking him out.   In the mist of the battle, Voldemort had shown up and started to attack the Headmaster. Within a few minutes, Dumbledore was weakening and out of sheer desperation Harry tackled Voldemort.   Now, Harry was not thinking of what was going to happen.   All he wanted to do was to protect his family and friends. Only the will and pain could register and then there was only blackness.

            When he woke up, he felt like he was hit with the Knight Bus 20 times. Groaning and moaning; he tried to sit up but he could feel a hand holding him down.

“I would stop if I was you Potter” said the potion master.

“What happen?” moaned Harry.

“When your piney mind made the decision of tackling the Dark Lord everything went to hell. Both the lord and you were screaming, there was a bright light that nearly blinded anyone, and next we know; you are lying in Voldemort ashes” said Snape.

Harry could feel a head ach coming and begin to rub his temples. Snape being the kind man he is, pull out a vile for Harry’s head ach. Taking the vile, Harry took a deep breath and swallows the liquid. Harry grimaces and hacks once the potion was gone. Snape just grin and got up.

“Well Potter, I shall be taking my leave and I suggest you get more rest before the Madam Pomfrey come in.”

With that being said, Snape walk out the Hospital Wing with is robes bellowing behind him. Harry could only watch as the potion master walks away. With a groan, Harry went back to sleep.

#End of Flash Back#

He found out that he used large portion of his magic to go through that connection that he and Voldemort shared and destroyed all of his horcroxe’s. His magic exploded destroying Voldemort in the process.

Once Harry was better things within the Wizarding world begin to change. Peter Pettigrew was capture once he was seen by the Aurors that were raiding the Death Eaters hideouts.   His godfather was officially declared a free man. He and Remus were off on a honeymoon. Ron and Hermione had shown their true colors and abandon him. That was a hard blow to him.

#Flashback#

It’s was a week after the battle in the Great Hall and Harry was so much better. He had to argue with Madam Pomfrey to let him out to stretch his legs. Once he entered the hall, there were hardly any students left. Some were killed and others were pulled out of the school. What was left was the kids that stayed were eating. Harry saw his friends and sat next to them but something was different.

“Hey Ron. Hey Hermione” said Harry.

All they did was ignore him. “Hey guys, what’s wrong?”

Ron turned to Harry and sneered. “Look Potter, we don’t want anything to do with you. Why don’t you go back to the hole you came from and leave us alone? You’ve done enough dragging us through your fights!” At this time Ron was yelling at Harry. Hermione was just eating away like he didn’t exist.

Harry felt like he been punch in the gut and tears begin to fall. Never once they didn’t tell how they felt. The happy mask that Harry always had on, was crumbling and he begin to cry. When Ginny Weasley saw her own brother tell Harry those horrid words she snaps. She stomps to her brother and bitch slaps him. Ron was in shock and everyone was gaping.

“NEVER say those things to Harry EVER!!” Ginny hissed at her brother.

“WHY? All he’s done has gotten us in trouble!” Ron argued.

“Why? Why? He is my friend. Is that good enough?” said Ginny.

All the students were watching the brother and sister fighting. Harry could not believe that Ginny slap Ron.

“So what! He a fag anyways! I don’t want him near me!” shouted Ron.

Harry paled and now everyone knew his secret. Ginny slap Ron once more. “NO duh! I was the one that help realized that!”

Ron did a great impersonation of a fish. “Y..you knew?”

“Of course! Luna and I sat him down and a long talk!” Ginny yelled.

“Wait…what?” studded Ron and Hermione.

“You heard me. I know that Harry is gay and I’m happy with that” she drawled. She turned to Harry, “oh Harry. I’m so sorry for that idiot. All he is a jealous prat and you don’t need him.”

She gathers Harry and went to the kitchens to have breakfast.

  # End of Flashback #

            Harry only sighed and got up to start the lovely day. After taking a shower and brushing his teeth, he looked at his self at the mirror. Merlin, he looked like a bloody girl: his hair had reach to his arse, he had a heart shape face, and his eyes were these vided shade of emerald. His body had gained some lean muscles but he was still short. Standing at a 5’8, this short man was powerful.

            Hell, even his magic had gotten stronger. He can now do wandless and wordless spells. Harry began to braid his hair with a smile and begin to get dress.   Ever since he moved to America, he felt free from the life of The-Boy-Who-Lived. Since he finished Hogwarts early and went to a muggle college for scholarship that he got right way. He enjoyed the classes that the muggles had go offer. But the most he found great was the art classes. The people who created master pieces were really cool to learn about.   Heck, he was a natural artist his self. When turned 18, he went to America to start an art degree. He went to the Academy of Art University in San Francisco, California.

            For four whole years, he lived in a nice apartment near the college. He also lived near the Aude Alley in Downtown San Francisco. This ally was just like Diagon Alley but there were modern changes. There was technology that ran on magic and stores that sell muggle/wizard stuff.   Since he been going the academy, he has all the units for the BFA Degree in Art and he just gotten his teaching certificate. He had plenty of experience to become a teacher. All that is left was to find a school that will take him in. Now, he looked all over schools that will take him in but it’s always the same thing. They either already have the proper teacher or they can’t support him. Hopefully he would get a nice job at a local high school and maybe fate will butt out of his life.

            Before he left his apartment, he picked up a golden cross necklace that he found in his many volts. Something about it draw him to wear it and just felt right. He also looking for his two kittens that he found on the streets abandon on a cold and rainy day. They were twin Himalayan kittens and when they look at him, he crumbled. Their big blue eyes pleaded for warmth and love; he knew that had to take them. He gently picks them up and placed in his jacket to keep them up. He fed them and dries them off when he got home. Only having them for a couple days, he was happy to have them and he named them as well. He remembered reading some Japanese stories and he named the kittens Yoko and Yuki. He made sure that they were in their pin and he head on that door.

*With Carlisle*

            There were times when Carlisle wished that he was human. There were times when he wished he could turn back time and stop the death of his true mate. Starring at the painting, he remember the time when meet his mate.

#Flash Back#

            It was 1650 at the time and was the ripe age of 13 years old. Richard Cullen, an Anglican Pastor, was getting reading to greet the new people that moved in the house across the Church. Carlisle and his father made way to the new family and when they knock they were greeted by servant.

“Master and Mistress are in the drawing room. Please follow me” Both father and son follows the servant. Carlisle could not help to look around and be awed within the house. There are all kinds of artifacts that Carlisle has never seen.   Once they enter the drawing room, Carlisle could the couple and they were beautiful. The man was very tall and he had wild black hair. His eyes were this soft baby blue that sparkled. He also looks like one of the knights he seen. The woman was very beautiful. She had glowing green eyes and long blond hair. She had smile that made him feel warm in the chest.

“Ah! Our guest! Come in and sit down” said man. “I’m William Potter and this is my lovely wife Elizabeth Potter.”

She looks at the father and son and smile. “Welcome! You care for some tea?”

Richard put a charming smile. “I would love some.”

She looks at Carlisle. “Would you like to meet my daughter? She might be around the same age as you.”

Carlisle simply nodded. “I would love to.”

Elizabeth Potter calls the servant to escort Carlisle to the gardens.   Carlisle just looks around to find this girl.

“HI!” Shouted a girl that was right behind him. Carlisle nearly jump out of his skin and turns around.

When he looks around and sees’s a pretty girl. She had the wild locks of her father but eyes were just her mothers.

“I’m Victoria Potter. Please to meet you” she said.

“Hello, I’m Carlisle Cullen. It’s nice to meet you” he said before bowing to her. She giggled when he bowed and a very handsome blush appears on his face.

This was a start of something new.

#End of Flashback#

Carlisle smiled at the fond memory. She was bit of a tomboy as he recalled but once she grew up, she becomes an angel.

They say that once you become a vampire and live for a couple of hundred years; you would forget your memories of your past. That might be true for some vampires but he could never forget.   He smiled so sadly and got up to head downstairs. He needed to apologize to everyone for his attitude.

It was very quite once he was in the living room. Everyone was gone except for Esme. They both had this brother and sister understanding she knew that he was in pain. She walks to Carlisle and hugs him. He gladly embraces Esme and sighed.

“I screwed this up didn’t I?” he quietly questions.

She takes a step back and cradles his face. “You really hurt Alice. You know how she is when she finds things like that. I think it’s time you told them of Victoria” she sighs.

“I believe you are right” he said and went up stairs to clean up. When he heard the others come in, he went down to explain to them. Once they saw him, there was awkward silence but he smiled at them and gestured to the living room.

“Come, I have a lot of explaining to do”   he sighed.

Everyone follow Carlisle into his study to hear his story.    As everyone sat in the chairs they could see the painting of Carlisle’s mate.

With a sigh Carlisle begin his story. “When I was lad, I love my father despite the killing he has done many innocent people.   We would visit people homes and he would tell be people that sin was all round them. One day, we visit a family that had a young daughter. You can say that she was a tomboy but she had this personality that draws you to her. As we grew up, we became fast friends till she reached her older teens. At this time, men of many ages came to ask her for her hand” Carlisle could not help to laugh at the faces his children made.

“She of course rejected them but her family was pushing the subject. It took me 10 years to finally realize that I fell in love with her. I did not have a ring at the time but I had a cross and it belonged to my mother. One day, I just got up, went to her family’s house, and ask permission to take her hand. William gave me a hard look and told me that she was in the garden. We talked to whole time before I ask her. Once I ask her, she smiled and said “It’s about time.” I smiled and put the necklace on her neck and it was perfect.   A couple days before I was changed, she was accused of being a witch and burned the next day. When I got there, it was too late and I saw her burn. It turned out that one of my close friends had “seen” her put a spell on me and he ordered her death”

Carlisle was crying with no tears.   Esme, Alice, and Rosalie were also crying for Carlisle. Jasper, Emmett, and Edward were frowning. Edward could hear Carlisle repeat the same words inside his head, “It’s my fault” and Jasper could feel the sadness and guilt role off of him.

With a few calm breathes, Carlisle resumed his story. “After I turned, I pictured her in my head and my inner vampire screamed and claw at me. I destroyed my mate and her face continued to haunt me. When I painted this picture, all my feelings were put into it and I hid it from me.”

Carlisle got up and kneeled before Alice. “Alice, I’m so sorry for my outburst and caused you to cry. When I saw the painting I just lost it. Will you forgive me?” He gentle asks.

Alice hugged Carlisle and nodded. Everyone smiled and knew things were getting better.
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