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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.
V
“Ah shit…” with a groan Harry tilted his head back, “I don’t have time for this.” He wasn’t in the mood for this, even if this was what he essentially wanted in the first place. Today was going to be one of those days that were never ending. The silent and still statues that stood around his room watching him reminded him of marble statues only these were decked out in Armani. “Let me guess, you’re the Cullen’s?” stepping further into the room he closed the door behind him firmly and leaned against the wooden frame.
It was the one with the most piercing gaze who stepped forward, eyes Harry found himself falling into the darkest shade of gold out of them all. This vampire was on the brink, madness or hunger Harry wasn’t sure but he found a certain thrill of being around a being that could drain him dry… dear Merlin he was a sick, sick, individual. He blamed Teddy, that kinky bastard.
“What was said below is it true?” The Vampire’s question was spoken in a tone that was meant to be threatening only Harry found himself biting his lower lip as his eyes soaked up the sculpted expression of neutrality. If only Jacob had waited another day to Imprint on him… but the shape-shifter didn’t have to know right?
Crossing his arms at his chest Harry pushed aside his wayward thoughts and played his part, “Quite rude listening to a personal conversation.” Harry wondered how they all got in… he had locked his window.
A vampire with dark hair and angry glare snarled at him, “Did you hurt her?” the question was desperate but even with the anger being directed at him Harry could see the distress and concern. Another beautiful creature but this one obviously damaged. “Answer me!”
Harry cocked his head to the side, lowering a small section of layers in his mind he spoke gently in his mind pressing it outwards, ‘Edward?’ The vampire gave a jolt, so this was the famed Edward Cullen? Beautiful true, but the man looked drawn out, exhausted even which shouldn’t be possible but there were shadows under the eyes. Sympathetic Harry shelved the idea of his petty revenge and just answered the question, “No.” Edward took a step back and the man he assumed was Carlisle, the clan leader, stepped forward to rest a comforting hand on the younger vampires shoulder. “I can promise Bella won’t be physically hurt but I can’t say for her mentality later.” All he needed was to send a missive and this mess could be sorted sooner.
Edward meant to speak but Carlisle dug his fingers into his sons shoulder speaking up, “Can you do as you say wizard?”
Harry didn’t need the man to elaborate, “I plan to. No vampire should be rejected so carelessly.” Sparing the glaring vampire a look Harry added, “I hope you’ll be able to move on and not wait for her death.”
Edward looked away, his eyes burning holes at a random wall, “I don’t need your pity.”
“I’m not offering you it.”
There was a moment of tense silence, “She will forget about me and that dog?”
Harry hesitated but mentally spoke pushing it to the vampire, ‘Stay away from her Edward. She will live with her regrets; it would be a shame for you to take her back knowing the truth of her rejection. Time will mend your heart and you’ll meet a true mate to feel whole again.’
“You know nothing!” Edward snapped. “You have your happily ever after, where’s mine wizard? Don’t I deserve a second chance if it’s offered?”
Harry glared and his arms dropped to his side as he took a step forward. He didn’t need to yell but his tone of voice conveyed his disgust, “Would you be happy vampire with sloppy seconds?” startled silence, it was depressingly thick and pathetic. “Can you live an eternity knowing she chose you over some mutt?” Silence, “Can you?”
“Enough!” Carlisle shouted.
“No. No,” Harry gave a shake to his head, “Your childe needs to know just how pathetic it would be to take back someone like dear sweet Isabella Swan. It would destroy you vampire, it would tear at your very soul and eat at your heart.”
“I have none of those” Edward snapped. “I am a monster.”
Harry scoffed, “I know of monsters Edward Cullen and you are no monster. You’re a muggle vampire who needs to get his head out of the sand and behave like the creature you are. You are dark, you’re beautiful, and you are warriors governed under Gothica! Do not stand there with some pathetic notion that I would help you get back a muggle who’s better off with a rattled mind than gifted with your devotion.”
The vampire made to launch himself at Harry but the smallest of the group latched onto Edward with thin arms and another woman held onto him uttering words of comfort. Carlisle looked on sadly, “Can you make her forget wizard?” Harry pursed his lips as the vampire was suddenly before him, the man tried to intimidate him with height but Harry wasn’t moved. “Can you see the pain my son is in?”
“I…”
“Even after all this time he pines for her, he forgets to feed; he’s wasting away before my very eyes.” The vampire hesitates, “I cannot lose my son to this madness.”
Harry didn’t have to see to know that Edward was on his last leg, it would be easy to ask for death. A trip to the Volturi wouldn’t be necessary; all the vampire would need to do was go to the ministry. Suicide… “At my school we had a vampire who taught Defense and Language Studies. He was a remarkable man but he was also tormented.” Harry met Carlisle gaze, “He had a lover an elf who didn’t hold his feelings. She was cruel, toyed with his heart with promises of forever but in the end she accepted a suitor of her own race. He pined for her, begged her, but she banished him and swore the next time he went to her he would die. He had his chance for happily ever after. There was another man on staff who was a devoted friend… they would have made a good match.”
“What does this have to do with anything?” Rosalie snapped, incensed.
Harry took a breadth and shifted where he stood, “Nothing.” If she or they couldn’t understand he wouldn’t waste his words.
“Enough of this!” the blond practically snarled, her beautiful face twisting into an ugly mask. “We should just kill her and him.” She spat out.
“You can try.” Catching Carlisle’s ever penetrating gaze Harry’s lip quirked, “My Imprint is the Alpha of the pack here in Washington. Would you risk his retribution?”
“What can that dog do?”
“Rosalie enough!” Carlisle snapped.
“That dog can contact the other shifter packs and they in turn will contact their allies.” The threat was there, it was real. “I imagine it would be difficult to settle in a sleepy town like here without having to look over your shoulder. Eight against hundreds isn’t a fair number.” Harry continued further, “Let’s not forget you’ll make yourself enemies of the Ministry as well. I have friends whose parents hold seats in higher power, there would be no place to run not even overseas.” So that wasn’t entirely true but still, his words made an impact.
Silence descended. Carlisle broke it by taking a single step back and Harry didn’t show any relief for that, he remained stoic. “You said you can erase her mind? Can you erase the memory of my son, the clan?”
“Dad!” Edward protested but he was ignored.
Harry hesitated, how could he explain? “It’s not that simple.”
“It is.”
“No. It’s not.” The vampire wouldn’t budge. “It would take skilled mind healers just to scrape her memories of Jacob and his clan and rebuild false ones. The best I can offer is for her emotions to be muted maybe push for the sense of friendship…”
“That’s not enough.”
“It’s the best I can do! I don’t have the authority or the funding to do more than what is necessary. The only reason why they don’t only obliviate her knowledge of magic is because Jacob imprinted on me so it would loop his clan in.”
Carlisle pushed, “And to rid her of the memories of my son?”
“It – It would be extensive and expensive. Work to erase years of memories and to concoct new ones would take time and skill. Not many would be able to come forth without compensation.”
“Money wouldn’t be of any concern.”
“The risk…”
“They mean nothing to me!” Carlisle snapped and Harry felt his heart jump, the vampire was scary yet at the same time… oddly arousing. Fuck. “It is either this or I’ll rid us of this problem here and now.”
“I say we kill her.” Emmett piped up. The others agreed save Edward who made a point to ignore them all.
As much as he disliked Bella, Harry didn’t wish death on her or anyone really. A nod gave his answer, “I’ll send a message to the ministry and I’ll need a way to contact you. The procedure won’t be cheap…”
“Should we kill her instead?” Carlisle’s demeanor changed to someone not so threatening.
Opening his mouth he closed it quickly. “Not if you can help it.” Harry managed to say. “I’ve warned her.”
“I know. We heard, very interesting wizard.”
“Hmm… everything?” that was odd and very creepy. With a shake of his head Harry moved towards his writing desk, wand in hand he summoned himself some special parchment from a top shelf and quickly inked a quill. Not bothering with the seat tucked neatly Harry paused as his quill hovered above the yellowish parchment, how was he to write this? It couldn’t all be written down less it be intercepted and that was the last thing he needed… deciding to bite the gun Harry wrote to the last person he ever wanted to be indebted to. Scribbling a quick note Harry blew on the parchment allowing the ink to dry, “Price is no object correct?”
“Whatever it costs.” Carlisle spoke softly, watching as the wizard tapped the parchment and the paper folded itself into an intricate bird that hovered in the air its ‘wings’ giving a gentle flap.
“Lilly Evans, Bilstro Home. Go!” wand swishing in the air the windows opened and the ‘bird’ flew out of the window and was quickly out of site.
“That was so cool.” Alice bounced on her toes, eyes wide. “I didn’t know you knew origami, I love it!”
Harry gave her a small smile, “I don’t. Owls aren’t always the best way to communicate so a wizard named Akihito invented a simpler way, dead useful for the muggleborns.”
The silence stretched and Harry was pointedly aware that all eyes save Edward’s were on him. Sitting on the edge of his desk Harry chose to stare out the window instead. It irked him that he was too nice, he should have been a complete dick and contacted the Ministry… but Harry wasn’t that much of an asshole, he did care. He cared that the Aurors would arrive and take statements, he cared that the ministry would require long drawn out interviews and statements, and he cared that the process could take well over a week and that was the sort of time that Harry wasn’t comfortable subjecting either Bella or the Cullen’s.
A soft knock came at the door jarring Harry from his musings, “Harry?” it was Jacob.
The vampire’s tensed but Harry was quick to relieve their fears, “You’re safe, the room is warded.” Just their luck too, if Ted hadn’t decided to place a ward to keep Bella from being disturbed by last night’s debacle and Harry hadn’t reapplied it to the door itself so the guests could use the bathroom Jacob would have smelt and heard them… that would have been another headache. Moving to the door Harry tapped it and tweaked the ward to allow him to speak freely, “Yea?”
“Umm… don’t freak but your moms here.”
“Can you tell her to apparate in my room please?”
Silence, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine… trust me Jake, you just don’t want to know.”
“Let me in Harry.” The door knob rattled.
“I can’t.”
“And why the fuck not!”
“Because I’m surrounded by damn vampires you nitwit!” annoyed Harry kicked the door, stubbing his toe in the process. “Tell her to apparate please.”
“Stop joking around and let me in.”
“No! I’m handling a very delicate potion right now. Bad enough I have to deal with her! Do you want me to be pissed off at you? Trust me Jacob if you thought Bella on the rag was a piece of cake she has nothing on me!”
“Ok! Alright! Jesus, you’re as hormonal as any chick!” Jacob stormed away muttering under his breath.
Glaring at the wood of the door willing it to scorch Harry was prepared for the pop that came from apparition and the biting tongue of Lily Evans, “In trouble again Harry dear.”
“Mother.” Turning on his heels Harry gave her an overly sweet smile, “It’s wonderful to see you.”
She looked him up and down and dismissed him before glancing around at the still statues, “Vampires?”
“No, trolls.” Her lips pursed and Harry allowed a brief smirk to appear on his lips only for it to smooth away as one of the vampires, the tall pinched looking one, shot him a look. “There’s a situation I need,” Harry swallowed his pride, “your help with.”
“Hmmm.” Dismissing the vampires as well she glanced around the room, “Just like your father… not much personality.”
“I am my father’s son.” Squashing his resentment to a fine paste Harry forged onward, “I have a situation with Bella.”
“The girl on the sofa?”
“Yes. Her memory needs to be wiped, an extensive one. Years worth actually.”
This time her sight zeroed in on him and Harry was left with her piercing stare. She was a beautiful woman, quite young for a witch, she had a natural beauty that would last well into her elder years but for all her outward persona Harry knew just how bitter she was on the inside. It had to do with her time back in England and a past love… someone who she hated and if she still didn’t carry around that torch she probably would have made a good mother. “My mastery wasn’t in Obliviates.”
“But you know people who are. I need someone discreet, it needs to be done by someone firm yet gentle, and someone willing to take a blood oath.”
Her brow arched, “My, my, you are desperate. What mess have you caused now Harry?”
Before Harry could respond Carlisle cleared his throat. “Pardon me Madame but I will take responsibility for this, Miss Swan at one time was involved with my son Edward. She chose another over him and the pain can no longer be ignored. It’s either this or her life; I refuse to allow my son to waste away.”
Lily was quiet for a long moment and as much as Harry may have hated her in some way he did lover her. She had her moments, rare yes, but when push comes to shove she could be counted on. “A foolish girl…” soft words were followed by a sharp, “I’ll do what I can.” And then she was gone, her pop of apparition was Harry’s signal to slump in relief.
Carlisle watched the human wizard, he noticed the trembling of the hands that quickly fisted and the deep breaths that one used to calm frayed nerves, Carlisle suddenly understood that inviting that witch, the child’s own mother, had been far from easy. If the human went to great lengths to help them then just why… “Alice had a vision of you wizard.” Harry stiffened, damn he almost forgot about that. Almost, he did spend a good part of his night toying with the idea of searching out the Cullen’s only Harry didn’t think they would arrive in his bedroom hours later. “She saw you hunting us down and your wand glowing as if you were attacking us.”
Defiant Harry crossed his arms at his chest, “It’s far too easy to manipulate visions, especially ones that are subjective.”
“You looked really angry.” Alice spoke softly as she leaned against her husband.
“I swear on my magic that my intention wasn’t to harm you.” And it was the truth, “Like I said it’s easy to manipulate visions, I may have wanted to search you out for a compromise but I was hoping you would come to me instead. Honestly I didn’t think it would work let alone bring the entire clan here… I can’t complain, the view is quite nice.” Mood lightening Harry’s gaze looked up and down at the muscled vampire, “I’m sure we can have some…”
“He’s mine!” Rosalie snapped her glare lethal.
Shrugging, “Pity.”
Rosalie made to move forward, her nails ready to dig out flesh but Emmett was there to pull her back against her chest whispering in her ear. Wanting to avoid any further arguments Carlisle knew it was time to take their leave, “You will send me a message when her mind has been erased?”
“I’ll contact you sooner; they’ll want payment before they perform anything.”
The vampire gave a nod, “Fair enough.”
“You’ll be able to confirm it with the person doing it; I’m sure with such an extensive procedure they’ll be more than one person performing it.”
From where he stood Edward’s expression fell, Jasper winced before pressing his face into the locks of his wife, body giving a shudder. “She won’t remember me, us, will she?”
Harry hesitated, “She’ll be another clueless muggle. The specifics need to be hashed out but I doubt she’ll know you. We’ll probably have to tie her emotion to a random face so it’ll be easier for her mind to accept it.” Pushing his thoughts forward Harry continued, ‘She will be left with no memory of you Edward. Take this opportunity to live… the fates blessed you with choices.’
“I want her.”
‘She is used goods. Don’t force my hands Edward; once her memories are erased don’t even think about stumbling in her path for a second chance. If she as so much as sees you I’ll go back on my promise and you’ll find the Volturi on your doorstep.’
Edward hissed, “You wouldn’t”
Harry glared, “I would. Move on vampire.” For a moment all was still, Edward’s own glare fell into something heartbroken that it tugged at Harry’s heart and then the vampire was gone followed by the rest only Carlisle and his Mate remained behind.
“My son has been so heartbroken ever since she chose that dog over him.” Esme stared, her voice soft and eyes unwavering.
“I’m sure he’ll find love again.”
“Hopefully,” Her smile was sad. “Goodbye Harry.”
“Bye.” Harry watched as she too disappeared. Only one left was Carlisle, “Quite a family you have.”
“They are the best.”
Harry shifted where he stood unsure but then a wicked smile stole across his face. “You know if Edward is up to it, I know quite a few lads and ladies who would mesh well with his brooding personality.”
Amused Carlisle turned the offer down, “As much as he might not appreciate that he needs some time for himself.”
“Of course,” Harry gave his most charming smile, “He is easy on the eyes, if this whole imprinting thing hadn’t taken I’m sure I would have given him a go… maybe Jacob wouldn’t mind sharing?”
Carlisle opened his mouth – then closed it with a shake of his head, “Goodnight, I’ll be waiting for the owl or origami.”
“Night.” Watching as the last Cullen escaped Harry wondered if he would ever see any of them again? Harry was sure if the whole imprint thing hadn’t occurred he would have made a point to at least seek out the sulky vampire for a little ‘consolation’.
.
Dealing with Jacob’s questions and threats once he realized the Cullen’s had returned wasn’t what Harry needed. Casting a quick Silencio he ignored the flaying arms, rude gestures, and stomped feet until the shape-shifter sulked in a seat ignoring his existence. The quiet was blissful but short lived. Soon Charlie would be coming home for lunch and then explaining just what will happen was the last thing he wanted to do. No doubt his father would need special handling and Harry hated to even consider it but while accepting Charlie really didn’t understand.
Maybe a quick Obliviate would be necessary… “Ow!” Harry rubbed his arms where Jacob had pinched, “Fine, but you have to promise me you won’t go all crazy wolf on me!”
Jacob glared and gave a nod of his head; he couldn’t believe his own mate would cast some freaky spell on him. “That wasn’t cool Harry.”
Slumping in his chair Harry tossed his head back, “I know Jake.”
The shape-shifter stalked forward and towered over Harry who could feel the heat roll off the giant as Jacob settled two large hands on the arms of the chair and Harry was forced to look up into serious chocolate brown eyes. “Do you Harry? You lied to me.”
“I didn’t.” It was lame but Harry pushed, “Well not really, I did say there was vampires in my room.”
“Semantics, you know what I mean. You promised we would start fresh, you promised no more lies and that we would be honest with each other no matter what.”
Harry looked away, shame filling him. “I’m sorry.” Jacobs grip on the chairs arm snapped the wood and Harry jumped, startled. “J – Jake?”
Jacob straightened and tossed the flimsy pieces of wood aside and shouted, “You’re sorry? Goddamnit Harry! Do you have any fucking clue how it feels to know that you were surrounded by leeches and I couldn’t do a damn thing? Do you!” Flinching Harry could do nothing but look away. “Do you know what it’s like for me Harry? Can you fathom what I’m feeling right now to know that my mate could have been killed or taken and I would be left none the wiser?”
“They were more concerned in Bella than they were with me. I was safe!”
“That’s not the dam point and you dam well know that.” Agitated Jacob needed to leave; he had to go before he did something or said something. “I need to go.”
“But…” Harry watched as Jacob stomped over to the front door.
“Bye Harry.”
Harry cringed in his chair and flinched as the door slammed shut. Slumping in his chair Harry sulked in silence before his eyes shifted to the prone girl on the couch, “Do you think he’ll forgive me?” of course there was no reply, “I didn’t mean to lie to him, it’s not like I expected vampires to come over.”
The minutes ticked on in silence and Harry glanced at the mantel where a clock showed that it was well past the lunch hour. How could time fly so fast yet feel so achingly slow? Harry felt completely and utterly lost, he couldn’t just sit there and wait so he wandered around and cleaned the muggle way. Sweeping the floor, taking out the trash, wiping the counters, scrubbing the oven, and rearranging the cabinets allowed him enough time for himself to realize… he had nothing to apologize for. With that revelation Harry was quick to apparate from where he stood and find himself standing directly in front of a tree.
With a jolt he stumbled back and landed on his back, being splinched had always been a fear of his. Sitting up Harry had one hand on the ground ready to prop himself up when a wet nose touched the back of his neck. It might not have been manly but Harry let out a startled shout before he scrambled to his feet clutching at his wand and pointing it at a massive wolf… a wolf with laughing eyes and a tongue that hang out slightly panting. Taking in the dark silvery fur and even darker eyes Harry found himself unsure how to proceed.
He was on Quileute land which meant this was one of the shape shifting wolves or just a really big scary wolf. Glancing at his wand Harry groaned, the piece of wood in his hand wasn’t his polished yew wood but a crooked and flimsy mini branch. How he hadn’t noticed Harry was chalking it to shock, “Erm…”
The Shape shifter let out a yip before transforming into his human form, “What are you doing here Harry?”
Eyes wide Harry took in the naked span of skin as his eyes shamelessly absorbed every single inch from the muscular chest, abs, the outie of a navel, and followed the dark trail of hair that led to decent package, strong thighs, calves, and a string tied around one ankle where a pair of denim shorts were tied on the other end. “Paul…” Harry managed to find his voice as the shape shifter shifted where stood partly embarrassed yet oddly flattered. “You play Tarzan and I’ll play Jane alright.” Dropping the imitation wood Harry took a step forward wanting nothing more than to touch and kiss.
“No!” Paul shouted as he desperately scrambled to untie his shorts and quickly pulling them up both legs to cover himself but Harry’s gaze was hungry and Paul was sure that even if he were interested his testicles would be messily removed and shoved down his throat. “Jacob! He – he imprinted on you.”
Harry’s steps paused and then his shoulders slump and chin dropped, “Right… dam.”
“Alright, good, keep that in mind.” Relieved Paul took a step back followed by another, “How about you wait here and I’ll bring Jacob here to you?”
Being reminded of his wayward imprint Harry felt his old emotions stirring once again, “Fine! When you see him tell him that I think he’s the world’s biggest egotistical narcissistic jerk there ever was.” Paul stared, “Well? Go!”
“Er, um, right…”
Harry watched as the shape shifter darted away and Harry found himself frustrated. Why now? Why when there were handfuls of single hot men did Jacob of all people had to imprint on him? That was a bit shallow, Harry should have been glad to at least know that he had someone who would love him… isn’t that something he had always wanted? Sure his father loved him and his mother tolerated him but finding the one had always been a distant dream.
Being the overweight kid left him feeling isolated and alone in the romance department. While his friends were out dating and bragging about kisses and whispering about their sexual exploits Harry wished he found someone who wanted him for him. The girls would rather be friends while the boys he always felt himself watching were too interested in the girls or pointed out models in the athletic magazines, a far cry from what stared back at him in the mirror. Leaving Forks Washington to go for his Mastery was a blessing.
A fresh new start he had told himself. A place where he could be this new Harry Swan, the ugly duckling turning into a beautiful swan… it had been Teddy who first called him beautiful. Their short lived relationship, his first, was explosive. It was no wonder that Harry was quick to take to the scene of a flurry of one night stands and the concept of friends with benefits. He was young, thin, and accomplishing a Mastery at an accelerated rate that was finally making him a name far removed from his mother.
Confidence had allowed him to be this… person he wasn’t familiar with. It was the reason why he had to return home. There were only so many time you can wake up dazed and with no memory of making it into a bed let alone in a strangers flat. Those days were gone, the days of yearning for more, wanting what his parents lacked, needing a companion to just be there with him, and dear Merlin didn’t he sound like a miserable needy bastard!
“What are you doing here?” Jacob appeared from behind a tree, lots of convenient trees Harry was sure was stashed with cutoff shorts that hid nothing from the imagination.
The words lost him; the speech he had ready to spew forth came to a stuttering drooling mess of need. A flair of heat, arousal, ate at him and Harry was sorely reminded it had been quite a while since he last had anything to warm his bed since that last hazy night he think something happened. Something must have happened because he had to visit a muggle clinic soon after. “Wow… Jake… you’re sure as hell not pudgy.”
Jake stared, it wasn’t a particular nice one and Harry was too busy running his eyes over the naked span of skin, “Hopefully the view is much better than Paul’s.”
Harry blinked, “Who?”
“Paul!” Jacob shouted and Harry flinched, “The naked shape-shifter you were ready to fuck.”
Harry scowled, why was it he was the one always being yelled at? “I wasn’t going to fuck him Jacob.”
“You wanted him to be Tarzan Harry; he could smell the lust rolling off you.”
“Merlin Jake, you’re making it sound as if I was gonna rape him! It’s not my fault a hot guy appears naked in front of me, my brain is still trying to wrap around being not available.”
“You said you were fine with being in monogamous relationship. You wanted one, craved it even!”
“I am, I do!” Harry moved forward and Jacob remained where he stood, an imposing height and glare. “If this is going to work then I need to know one thing, I am not Bella.”
The silence stretched and Jacob gave a shake to his head momentarily stunned, “I’m sorry what?”
“I. Am. Not. Bella.”
“I know.”
“Apparently not. I’m not a weak muggle who needs to be looked after Jacob. I’m a powerful wizard whose one several dueling competitions and I’ve practiced hand to hand combat. I can take care of myself and it kills me that you think just because you have a bit of muscle and pack Alpha means I’m no better than her.”
Taking a breadth Jacob took a step back, he could feel his body quiver but he had control over himself. He wasn’t a hot headed newbie but the urge to change and lash out was strong. “I’ve never compared you to Bella Harry.”
“They why did you storm out of the house this morning?” the question sounded more like a whine and Harry wanted to cringe, he sounded like the needy sort.
“Because if I stayed there I would have hurt you Harry. Do you have any freaking clue how it felt to know that vampires were close enough to kill you?”
“They were there for…”
“I don’t fucking care!” Jacob bellowed before he moved forward and grabbed Harry by the arm and shook him, “It doesn’t fucking matter.” He repeated, tone dropping and sending a chill down Harry’s spine as Jacob’s eyes took on a glint that told him he was treading a fine line of danger. “You are mine to care for, mine to make sure nothing hurts you, I know you can take of yourself but instinct tells me never to trust vampires let alone the Cullen’s.” Jacob’s grip tightened but Harry remained silent, cowed. “They could have killed you Harry, you said it yourself that to get to her they’ll go through you. Do you have any idea what would have happened to me if you were killed?”
“Jake.”
Jacob shook him, “Do you?”
“You would fade away.” Harry answered and closed his eyes as he just happened to remember that he should know all this, he should know about the mating habits of shape shifters and especially pack behavior so similar yet not with true Werewolves. He had done a thesis on them, well not the Quileute tribe but the one in Canada where he stayed shouldn’t have been much different. As much as he wanted to justify his actions and righteous anger he should have known better. “I’m sorry Jake.” The words spilled forth but the man’s grip remained tight. “The thought of you thinking I was something as weak as a muggle put me on the defensive.”
For a moment Jacob could only stare. “Harry… I can’t wrap my mind around you being anything remotely weak. You’re strong, brilliant, and can do amazing things with your stick.”
“Wand.”
“Whatever. I know you’re a powerful wizard, your friend Teddy sent me an owl with eight pages boasting about you. Even knowing all that I can’t help but feel protective of you; you’re the only person in this world that can complete me and the thought of you being taken away makes me want to shift and tare something apart.” Jacob held Harry’s face between his hands, thumbs brushing along flushed skin. “I’m a jealous person Harry, the relationship I had with Bella wasn’t a healthy one but old habits die hard.”
“Jake you know I wouldn’t go behind your back right?” Harry wanted the shape shifter to know, to really know.
“I would hope but we both know that you can always back away. I’m devoted to you Harry.” Leaning in Jacob kissed him sweetly, settling his brow atop Harry’s. “Don’t keep me in the dark Harry, I have to protect you, I can’t lose you.”
It was all so overwhelming but Harry clutched at Jacob, “I promise to not antagonize the vampire’s… kiss?” Harry puckered his lips.
“Promise not to flirt with any of my pack mates.”
“Uh…”
“Harry!”
“What? I am not apologizing for staring at sexy hot gorgeous mph…” internally Harry did a happy dance as Jacob swooped down and kissed him, what a way to end an argument with a nice snog and a grope in a forest? Finger’s curled in his hair and Harry let out a groan when Jacob tugged.
The moment was broke by the screeching sound of a cell phone, Harry nearly dropped his phone as he pulled it out of his pants pocket but he caught it, “Hello?” clearing his throat Harry had to pull the phone away from his ear as his father screamed on the other end. “Dad? Dad what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
From where he stood Jacob watched as Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, “What happened?”
Harry gave him a shake of his head, “Dad listen to me, Bella’s fine.” Jacob swore, “No dad she’ll be alright… turn the car around and go back home I’ll explain it you… dad… no dad… dad! Go back home and I’ll explain why she’s unconscious… please… dad please... alright… okay bye.” Silence filled the forest as Harry hung up and slid the phone back in his pocket.
“So…”
“Dad found Bella and he freaked out, he was on his way to the hospital.”
Jacob gave a nod, “Let me change and I’ll meet you at your hose alright?”
“I’ll apparate both of us, it’ll be faster.” Before Jacob could so much as protest Harry grabbed him and the two were gone with a pop only to reappear seconds later in the living room scaring Billy right out of his chair. A few minutes were spent reassuring the man and promising not to do that again as Billy clutched at his chest while Jacob helped him back in his chair and Harry banished the spilt bowl of chips.
Not long after the duo arrived in the living room barely a minute before Charlie carried in Bella and demanding just what had happened and to fix it. “Dad… sit down.” Charlie wouldn’t sit so Harry tried to explain it to his father omitting some bits and simplifying others, mid way through the story Harry conjured a seat for his father who gratefully sunk into it dazed.
“You can’t do that Harry, I refuse to have you messing with your sister’s head.”
“I won’t, Mind Healer’s have been contacted I’m just waiting for word.”
“So she has no say in this?” Charlie stood from his seat furious.
“No, she doesn’t.” Tired Harry crossed his arms at his chest, “It’s either the mind Healers do what they have to do or the Cullen’s return and kill her. At least this way she can live and not be held back by the fact Jacob Imprinted on me.”
Charlie’s frown was quick to change to a glare and Jacob wanted to duck and hide as Charlie reached for his gun, hand simply resting atop it. “About that...”
“Dad.” Harry rolled his eyes.
“Not quite the shovel but you hurt my little girl boy.”
Jacob had no shame as he side stepped to stand right behind his imprint who had the audacity to be amused. “I swear I didn’t mean to, it just happened.”
Charlie’s glare was vicious as he unsnapped the strap on the holster of the gun. “Just happened? How can you just happen to not know when you’ve imprinted?” Jacob was left a stuttering mess, eyes wavering from the gun to Charlie and occasionally to Bella. “I had a nice long talk with your father Jake and he was miffed that you hadn’t realized that Bella wasn’t really yours to begin with.”
Harry cleared his throat, interrupting his father’s speech. “Don’t shoot at any vital organs Dad.”
“Harry!” Jacob was not amused.
“We both gave you the shovel talk, not my fault that you ignored instincts.” Harry tried to step away but Jacob followed him until the man gave up and held him close with Harry laughing and kicking out with his feet, “Get him dad, get him.”
Watching the two interact Charlie felt something in him unravel, there was something about their smiles and playful banter that just wasn’t present when it had been Bella and Jacob. Glancing at his daughter Charlie would have preferred not to have her mind tampered with but if he were honest… it was a better alternative to death. It would take a while to wrap his mind fully around what would happen but in the end, not at all happy, Charlie had relented.
When the evening had turned to an extremely late hour a knock had come to the door. A portly man stood nervously on the stoop fiddling with the rim of a cap and was quickly ushered inside by Harry who had taken a pepperup potion to wake him up completely. The couch had been transfigured into a comfortable twin sized bed and Bella’s clothing transfigured into a pair of simple pajamas.
Charlie had been giving a sleeping drought and Jacob sleepily tossed himself on a random couch giving Harry silent moral support. It was agreed that Bella would be taken to California where the closest facility for such a procedure would be taken care of. Harry had reassured the wizard that payment was being covered first by the Ministry up to the shape shifter’s and the rest by the Cullen’s. An Origami Post was sent to Carlisle who arrived shortly thereafter from receiving it and Harry was quick to sit on Jacobs lap while the larger man held him close and glared at the vampire.
The Wizard had been sympathetic to the Cullen’s situation and made a point to explain just what the entail while reassuring that Bella would be just another clueless muggle. Carlisle promised to visit the Ministry of Magic to set up the private transfer and the duo sitting in a chair could only watch as Bella was taken from the home by a portkey.
It took until the following afternoon for the money transfer to be complete but by then Bella had already been transferred to the facility. The procedure left the muggle girl under heavy sedation for well over a week to allow the scarring from the memory removals and the stitching of new ones to mend themselves seamlessly. Several more days followed with her up yet dazed, it took that long for her mind to come to grasp with new facts, new faces, and to go through the emotions of grief and acceptance along with her old personality to shine through more so than it had these past years.
Harry had gone through and had the goblins create a scholarship which Bella eagerly snatched up and made plans to move to another state on the opposite side of the country. Charlie had the most difficult time with coming to terms just how much of an influence the Cullen’s and the Quileute tribe had been. The shyness returned and clumsiness was no longer a thing of the past, she promised to call more when Charlie drove her to the airport her last day in Washington.
When Bella boarded the plane it was with no knowledge of magic, vampires, shape shifters, or the simple fact that her half brother’s fiancé once was hers. Harry had wished her luck and hoped she kept true to her promise and call their father more than the random holiday greeting.
With Bella gone a tension that had once been between them all seemingly vanished, Harry managed to write some articles to get his name out there for his newly published book and as his sabbatical was coming to a close he decided to apply to a local private agency that specialized in Occulmency and Legilmens. Jacob went to school to work on a small business degree as he made his plans to open his own shop.
Charlie was sad that Harry moved out but thrilled that his son was only a town over and was a habitual visitor with more food than he could consume on his own. Thankfully Charlie had finally found someone from the reservation and his loneliness was a thing of the past as the two new lovebirds made quick work for an engagement that left everyone baffled but thrilled.
It was a happy bubble, one Harry was glad to live in. He rarely thought of Bella who had kept her word and kept in contact with her father the only speed bump was his mother – Lily Evans. The woman had been livid when she found that her son was bonded to someone not to her standards. It wasn’t that Jacob could shift into a wolf, no; Lily had wanted her son to marry someone within her circle, not a virtual nobody.
After a disastrous argument of Harry refusing to walk away from his own personal stud muffin (his own words) Lily had publicly denounced him as her son until such a time he ‘came to his senses’. Harry had walked away almost happy, it hurt, Lily was his mother but Harry found the silent treatment more of a gift than a punishment.
Finally his life was his own and he was allowed to have his happily ever after.
End... almost
A/N: So this is it, the epilogue is next and it shall be a short glimpse into the future. I hope I kept the characters acting 'real' even though this is pure fiction. Any questions? Feel free to ask but I have to say that this is the longest chapter almost double than the others. Really sorry I couldn't add a lemon like I would have liked but it just never quite happened.
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