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Midnight\'s Call	By : newyorican Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14822 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 3 – Problems

"Every problem has a gift for you in its hands."
/Embry/Harry

Victoria was hard-pressed not to let her disgusted sneer show. Her deceivingly delicate-looking hand clenched tightly, and her dead heart was consumed with fiery rage. Oh, how she wanted to avenge James. She wanted to squeeze the life out of that pathetic human Bella Swan, feel the stupid bitch's pulse stop just below her fingers. And then, when Edward Cullen tried to avenge his fallen mate, she would end him.
But, of course, Victoria was privy to the phrase, "Good things come to those who wait."
In order to extract her revenge and lengthen her chances at survival in the process, she needed to plan things carefully. That was why she'd started her little newborn army about ten months ago. She would slaughter the reason why her mate was dead, enjoy licking the blood away from the tantalizing human's neck, and when Edward Cullen was overcome with as much agony as she had felt, her army would wipe the Cullens out of existence.
Her revenge was so close to fruition, she could almost taste it. A dangerously cruel smirk danced across her lips.
A familiar scent wafted towards her and she schooled her features into one of eager anticipation. Riley had returned. He looked at her with a pitifully admiring gaze, eyes filled with enough adoration to make Victoria feel thoroughly disgusted. Sure, he was cute, but Victoria didn't give a damn about him or his feelings. She needed him to extract her revenge—nothing more, nothing less.
Thank goodness he was too stupid and blind to see past her façade.
"Have you chosen another?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. He'd been an excellent helper so far, selecting candidates to join her army—well, force into her army.
Riley shivered, his red eyes half-lidded with unrequited emotions. "I think so," he replied. "He's…special."
Victoria cocked an eyebrow. "How?" she scoffed.
Riley stepped forward, invading her personal bubble with a saucy grin as he placed his hands on her hips. "He was one of those people you were telling me about," he whispered in her ear, mistaking her shiver of disgust for an emotion she was incapable of feeling towards him. "He had that stick thing; a wand, I believe."
Victoria froze. A wizard? The last time she'd encountered one was in London when she was a part of Hilda's coven. Her eyes hardened in hatred. Wizards were partly the reason why the Volturi had slaughtered the only family she'd had. Arrogant and disgusting creatures, they were. Wizards thought with their magic that they had the right to rule everything. In their attempt to subdue her coven, vampires and wizards were exposed to the mundane.
The fight that ensued was one of the bloodiest she'd ever been involved in.
Their narrow victory had been hollow, however. With too many witnesses to the frenzy that occurred after the first draw of blood, vampires had immediately been painted as evil creatures thirsting for humans. The mundane, fearful for what was better than they, immediately began hunting anything they considered abnormal. The Volturi, damn them, had stepped in then; had accused them of drawing too much attention to themselves and, consequently, every other vampire.
Victoria was lucky she made it out alive.
Eventually witches, wizards, vampires, and everything the mundane feared had faded into obscurity and became things of myth. But Victoria hadn't forgotten. She would never forget. Had it not been for wizards, they wouldn't have been exposed. Had it not been for those disgusting bugs, her sister would still be with her.
After she had her revenge on Edward Cullen and his insignificant mate, maybe she'd finally be able to wipe out the wizards with her army… Turning a wizard into a vampire would definitely be something worth trying. If a wizard could keep his magic during the transformation—oh, the possibilities.
She grinned wickedly at that thought. "Tell me more," she purred.

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Harry snarled ferociously at the other wolf. He'd been so busy helping Teddy get used to his new senses that he'd forgotten himself; forgotten the other creatures in the forest. The wolf was large, almost bear-like, with grey fur and black spots. Funny, he'd never seen mutated wolves before—because, really, a wolf this size had to be a government experiment gone wrong.
He planted himself firmly between Teddy and the unknown mutated wolf. No way in hell was anything going to hurt his cub; not when Harry was still alive and kicking. Oddly enough, the mutated wolf simply stared at him, intelligent—too intelligent—eyes wide with what Harry thought may have been shock. Being territorial creatures, Harry had expected for the wolf to at least attempt to fight him. Before he could further contemplate the strange behavior, the mutant wolf's eyes rolled in the back of his head and he dropped in a dead faint.
His ears twitched and he snarled louder as Teddy whimpered into his fur. It was a few tense moments before he found himself surrounded by three other mutated wolves. He was outnumbered and growled viciously when one of the wolves stepped forward, snarling. Teddy whimpered again before his fur began changing all sorts of colors. A soft light emitted and Harry cursed viciously.
Teddy shivered softly, once again in his human form and shivering in the cold snow. He was as naked as the day he was born, and stared at the wolves fearfully. Harry contemplated his choices quickly. He couldn't perform magic in his Animagus form, but if he changed back, he could possibly stun them all and run away with Teddy. Then again, he had no idea how fast these wolves were. Would they attack Teddy while he transformed? Would they attack now that they see fresh meat?
Growling at the wolves, he was once again surprised when they took a couple of steps backwards. If Harry didn't know any better, he'd say they looked taken aback that Teddy had turned human. He could use their surprise to his advantage. Thinking quickly, Harry shifted easily back into his human form. He stunned them quickly before turning around, taking his shirt off, and putting it on Teddy.
"U-Uncle Harry," Teddy stuttered, his small body trembling. "Are they going to eat us?"
Harry shook his head. "No, but let's not wait for them to wake up and find out."
"How come you have your clothes on?" Teddy glared enviously.
Harry snorted. "You'll learn to transform with clothes on soon enough. Let's go."
He easily picked up his godson and practically flung him over his shoulder. He began making his way towards their house, wordlessly and wandlessly using his magic to muddle their scents. It wouldn't do any good to be followed home by hungry mutant wolves.
"UNCLE HARRY!" Teddy shrieked.
It was the only warning he got before he was tackled into the snow. Teddy let out a small oof as he went tumbling a few feet away near a bush. Harry sucked in deep breaths of air (because damn, the wolf was heavy) and managed to turn over, staring at the wolf that had fainted earlier with surprise. That surprise quickly melted into anger and desperation; he had not defeated Voldemort and moved to America just to get eaten by some stupid lab reject.
Before he could cast any magic, the wolf leaned down and licked his face. Harry flinched back, scrunching his nose and wiping at his face. "What the…?" he murmured.
Teddy let out a strangled noise and Harry was morbidly fascinated as the wolf on top of him phased into a man. A very naked man with a pair of shorts tied around his leg and a mortified expression on his face. The man let out a surprised yell and threw himself off Harry, quickly and efficiently putting his shorts on.
Harry scrambled onto his two feet and wandlessly cast Accio, holding his arms out. Teddy flew into them without protest and squeezed his godfather tightly. "Uncle Harry, is he an Animagus too?" Teddy whispered loudly.
Harry swallowed thickly, shaking his head to clear it. He took a step backwards, his arms encased around Teddy protectively. "Who are you?" he demanded, angry with himself when his voice came out a tad squeakier than he would've liked.
The man faced him, his tan cheeks flushed a dark red. His black hair was cropped short, and his brown eyes reflected his embarrassment. He was, after all, half-naked standing in the snow. "I mean you no harm," the man said softly, his voice a rather pleasant tenor.
Harry glared at him. "Who. Are. You?" he hissed, clutching Teddy close to him and keeping his eyes trained on the native man.
The man's cheeks darkened further. "I'm Embry Call," he replied. "I live in La Push."
Harry's eyes narrowed at the unfamiliar surname. "I take it you're a Muggleborn, then?"
Embry blinked, very confused. "A what?" He eyed the man—his imprint—before him, somewhat worried. As if his heart could take any more stress. When he passed out, he thought someone was punishing him. Because, really, just because he could turn into a wolf did not mean he wanted to imprint on one! To his surprise, he woke up to see his imprint turn into an admittedly very attractive man, do something unexplainable to his packmates, and walk away with a child in his arms.
He hadn't known what else to do. His imprint was walking away and something inside of him practically forced him to jump the other man. Then, to his horrific mortification, that very same feeling inside of him forced him to phase back into his human form. Just because the man was his imprint, that didn't mean he wanted to flaunt his birthday suit in the first few minutes of meeting the guy. He would never live this day down.
And now that he was actually talking to his imprint (whose voice was slightly deep and caused unmentionable shivers to travel up and down his spine, which was weird since Embry never considered his imprint being anything other than female, but then again it hadn't really sunk in that his imprint was the same sex as him), it seemed like he damaged something when he jumped on his imprint. So, no, he didn't imprint on a male wolf. He just imprinted on someone who possibly escaped the Happy Hotel and took a hostage with him.
Yeah, Fate was laughing her ass off at him.
Harry regarded Embry in front of him. "Do you call it something different in America? Sorry, I never bothered with Wiccan magicks."
"Wicca? I have no idea what you're talking about," Embry retorted, still horrifically confused and unsure of what to do. His eyes flickered to his pack mates and his heart lurched. "Did you hurt them?"
Harry's eyes softened marginally and the death grip he had on Teddy loosened ever-so-slightly. "I've only stunned them to stop them from attacking," he explained almost gently. "They'll be fine."
Embry swallowed thickly and nodded his head. "What are you?" he asked quietly.
Harry frowned slightly. "I'm a wizard," he said slowly as if he were talking to someone handicapped.
"A wizard." Embry blinked. "Uh-huh. Pull the other one; it's got bells on it."
Harry scowled furiously. "Why the bloody Hell would I make up something like that?" he nearly snarled. "You know what? I don't even know why I'm talking to you. Good bye!"
"Wait!" Embry called, rushing forward to stop his imprint from leaving. He was surprised to find himself unable to move. His eyes widened. "I didn't mean to make you angry. It's just, magic isn't real."
Harry snorted. "Of course it isn't. That's why I have the form of a wolf, stunned your packmates, and you're unable to move. Because magic is fake," he said sarcastically.
Embry felt himself flush. "Well, it wasn't real a few minutes ago," he grumbled darkly.
"And, uh, how exactly can you turn into a wolf without the aid of magic?" Harry asked, cocking his head to the side.
Embry coughed uncomfortably. "Genetics," he said unsurely. "My tribe's ancestors are descended from wolves."
"Right."
"Uncle Harry, is there something wrong with him?" Teddy whispered loudly.
"No, there isn't!" Embry protested, frowning.
Teddy regarded him curiously. "Well, you're making an awful big fuss over something that's true," he said factually. "Magic obviously exists or you wouldn't be a wolf at all."
Harry gave his godson a proud look. "Good thinking," he appraised. "It could be possible, though, that Call here was raised by squibs or Muggles."
"What's a squib? Or a Muggle?" Embry asked. "And, please, call me Embry."
Teddy's mouth formed an 'o' as he nodded his understanding. "Uncle Harry, I'm cold," he said suddenly.
Harry wrapped his arms around Teddy tighter, casting a warming charm on the boy. He released Embry and watched as the man stumbled, obviously relieved that he could move again. "Let's go," he murmured to his godson, once again walking away from Embry. He paused for just a moment before he waved his hand, reviving Embry's stunned packmates. "Don't follow us again."
Embry glanced at his packmates and in that moment Harry took his chance to cover up his tracks. When Embry looked back, his brain felt as if it were stuffed with cotton. The image of his imprint blurred considerably, and he couldn't really remember what the man looked like. His heart lurched unpleasantly, and he suddenly felt so very small.
"What happened?" Sam demanded groggily as he stood up, unaware or uncaring of his nude state.
"He's gone," Embry whispered, sounding confused and lost. "Gone. Don't follow."
"What?" Jared asked, his eyebrow cocked.
Embry's brows furrowed and his face scrunched up funnily. "I don't…I don't remember…" he murmured.
Paul scowled furiously. "My memory's fuzzy, too," he said angrily, upset that he couldn't remember and even more upset because of how unexplainable the situation seemed.
Sam held up his hand to quiet his small pack, his nostrils flaring slightly as he tried to smell any clues. He frowned, his nose only picking up the usual scent of nature and that of his packmates. The more he tried to remember what the hell had happened mere moments ago, the less he was able to recall. In fact, Sam wasn't too sure what he, Jared, and Paul were doing in this part of the forest. Embry had been on guard duty, and they'd never had a problem before. If any leeches had come looking for a fight, his nose would burn and surely there would have been evidence of a struggle.
But, no. The only sign of anything abnormal happening was Embry's constant whispers of some man who obviously wasn't there.
What on earth happened?
Sam knelt beside Embry, unsure of what to do. He opened the mind link he shared with Embry and tried to recall anything that might help him, but he was blinded by bright golden lights and an overwhelming feeling of desperation and fear. That was quickly followed by an emptiness that made his heart ache terribly.
It was almost as if he lost Emily…
Sam gasped softly, realization sinking into his head. Embry had imprinted on someone! But…where was his imprint?
"Embry, do you remember anything?" he asked quietly, his hands firmly squeezing the younger male's shoulders in an effort to comfort him as well as steady himself.
"Gone," Embry muttered, his eyes glossing over. "He's gone. I can't…I don't know…what…gone…"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Paul snarled, his upper lip curled in distaste.
Sam gave him a heated look. "He imprinted," Sam hissed angrily. "And something's obviously happened. We need to have a council meeting—now!"
Paul was torn between snapping back and staring at Embry in shock. Jared none-too-gently nudged him, and both transformed into wolves, obeying Sam's mental orders to inform the council of all they knew, which wasn't much. Sam quickly put on his shorts and put one of Embry's arms over his shoulders. He would've preferred to phase back, but Embry was in no such condition to do so.
"Why can't I remember?" Embry whispered angrily to himself.
"Don't worry about it," Sam suggested. "We'll go to the council and set everything straight. Hold on tight, Embry."
They stumbled through the forest until they reached Billy Black's house. Sam pursed his lips at the thought of Billy's son, Jacob, being there whilst they tried to figure out what the hell happened to Embry. That thought was immediately dismissed, however. Billy Black knew the importance of keeping the shape-shifting ability a secret even more than Sam did. He wouldn't do anything to jeopardize it.
"Lay him here," Quil Ateara III, or Old Quil as most called him, said, gesturing to the unoccupied couch.
Billy Black's living room was comfortable and somewhat messy. Even though only Billy and Jacob occupied the house, it obviously lacked a woman's touch since Sarah Black passed and her daughters moved out. Still, there was something homey about the place that relaxed Sam as he laid his babbling packmate onto the couch.
"What happened?" Billy Black asked, curiosity and concern coloring his voice. He wheeled over to Embry, his brow furrowed in confusion as Embry continued to mutter about his lost imprint. Harry Clearwater and Old Quil exchanged looks as Paul and Jared stared at Embry with unreadable expressions.
Sam swallowed. "We're not exactly sure," he said slowly, "but I have reason to believe that Embry imprinted on someone."
"That's good," Harry Clearwater said, though his voice sounded unsure.
"The question is, who did he imprint on?" Old Quil murmured.
Sam sighed. "We don't know," he admitted. "It was Embry's turn to patrol. We can't remember anything. One minute we were on the other side of La Push, and the next all I recall is being next to Embry. He was already like this."
"You don't remember anything?" Billy asked in disbelief.
Paul and Jared shook their heads, confirming Sam's story. "He's been mumbling all this time," Jared said. "I didn't see anybody out there with him."
"Me neither," Paul growled. "He was out there by himself."
Harry Clearwater narrowed his eyes, boring holes into the wall as he attempted to process what the pack was telling him. "You're sure he imprinted?"
Sam nodded firmly. "I used the link and I all I could see were gold lights. I felt…I felt like when I first saw Emily after I phased. And then…then it felt like I'd lost her."
The three elder Quileutes exchanged grave looks. "That is not good," Billy said softly. "Not good at all."
"What?" Paul demanded. "What's wrong with him?"
Old Quil sighed softly. "Tricky thing, imprinting," he said calmly. "Both imprinter and imprintee are the perfect match for each other; soul mates, if you will. The wolf will ensure that you care for your imprint however they need you, whether that's as a protector, or a lover, or a friend. It's one of the strongest bonds in nature. When that bond is severed or blocked…well, the situation becomes ugly."
"I didn't think you could block an imprint bond," Jared said quietly. "And the only way I know it can be severed is by death."
"NOT DEAD!" Embry screamed suddenly, glaring ferociously at Jared. His eyes flashed golden for a moment, taking all of them by surprise. He calmed down shortly after, his head bowing once again in despair. "Not dead…gone…"
"There are ways to block or sever it without resorting to fatal measures," Harry Clearwater admitted. "But they're practically unheard of, and humans are incapable of messing with an imprint bond."
"Well someone did," Paul grit out, "so how do we fix it?"
Harry Clearwater snapped his fingers suddenly. "Aunt Lucy," he whispered.
"What was that?" Billy wheeled over to his friend, a curious expression on his face.
"Aunt Lucy," Harry Clearwater repeated, raising his voice slightly. "Aunt Lucy can help."
"How?" Sam asked, his arms crossed over his chest. "Embry needs to get better—quick."
Harry Clearwater immediately lunged for the phone, explaining while punching in numbers. "Aunt Lucy had a twin, Carmen. Aunt Carmen received a letter one day when she was eleven to go to a fancy boarding school in Scotland for the gifted until she was seventeen."
"Does she still live in Scotland?" Jared scratched his head. He didn't really see how any of this was going to help Embry, who started to clutch his stomach and moan in pain.
Harry Clearwater spoke quickly on the phone to his aunt. "She died," he murmured after he hung up the phone. "There was a civil war brewing in Europe. Aunt Carmen was one of the casualties."
Jared winced. "My condolences."
Harry Clearwater smiled amiably and shook his head. "Aunt Lucy will be arriving soon."
"How is she going to help Embry?" Sam asked, glancing at his packmate with obvious worry.
The older Quileute looked nervous. "Aunt Lucy will have to explain that, as I cannot."
"So what're we supposed to do? Wait and do nothing while he's in pain?" Paul snarled, pointing at Embry. The other shape shifter groaned and clenched his fists, grinding his teeth together.
"We can't do anything for that," Old Quil said. "Embry is in pain because his imprint is not here. The sooner Lucy gets here, the sooner we'll be able to locate said imprint. Only then will Embry be at ease."
Billy frowned. He wasn't too happy with the situation at all. He turned towards his old friend. "Is there anything you can tell us?"
Harry Clearwater sighed heavily, glancing around the room. His eyes rested on Embry briefly. "Sit down," he said tiredly. He stared at each and every one of them seriously. "What do you think about magic?"
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