|One Look Only
Author: Rieki PM
After having been expelled before his fifth year of Hogwarts Harry has pushed himself to the breaking point, and Sirius has decided to take charge and give him a vacation to the one place he thinks no one will look for him; Forks. AU/Twilight xover. JB/HPRated: Fiction T - English - Romance - & Harry P. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 13,718 - Reviews: 433 - Favs: 645 - Follows: 1,170 - Updated: 07-02-09 - Published: 01-26-09 - id: 4821163
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Crossover between Twilight and Harry Potter, yes I'm jumping on the bandwagon. However, this is Jacob/Harry, not Edward/Harry. It is Harry Potter AU in that the hearing did not go well in OotP. In the Twilight series, this starts up at the end of Eclipse and will be AU from there as well. This chapter basically sets up the story so it's not all that exciting, but it does explain some things. I may go through and make it more thorough later, but I wanted to get the set up out of the way so I can get to the actual story! I was also anxious to see how it would be received. I have so many stories just begging to be written, I'm just interested to see.
Disclaimer: HP and Twilight not mine.
Title: One Look Only
It had been five months since Harry had been expelled from Hogwarts, and frankly, Sirius was getting rather concerned. At first, and though he felt guilty about admitting it, he had been almost happy that Harry would be staying with him, despite the emotional turmoil it had put his godson in. He still remembered the look on the boy's face when he had appeared in the doorway. Pale and shocked. No one said a thing, at least not until Molly had rushed forward to envelop the boy in her arms, hugging her to him, and stroking his hair.
Everyone else had shouted in indignation, Ron in disbelief that he hadn't got away with it as he always did, Hermione declaring that it wasn't possible that he had been expelled as it wasn't under the ministry's jurisdiction to do so. Remus was practically growling and Sirius.. Sirius had felt a little hopeful and it was at that moment he had felt the most disgusted with himself, as green eyes looked to him for guidance. And Sirius hadn't known what to say and so he had said nothing.
It had been even worse when Ron and Hermione had said that they would stay behind with him. Sirius could only imagine how hard it must have been for Harry to smile and tell them that they needed to go and that just because his education was being hindered, didn't mean they should let their's be so as well. Hermione had hugged him tightly and Ron had stood there awkwardly, but obviously relieved. Harry said his goodbyes, told them that he was happy for their accomplishment in becoming prefects, and had made his way quietly back to his room. When Sirius knocked later, there was no answer, but he could have sworn he heard weeping. And once again he did nothing, because he didn't know what to do.
He was there as Harry's friend, but not necessarily as a father figure or even as the godfather he should have been. He watched as Harry pushed himself in his studies, the books having been given to him by Dumbledore, and the assignments and notes sent faithfully by owl by Hermione. Then the dreams began. And that added yet another problem in that Snivellus would show up every other night for Occlumency lessons. And yet Harry did not complain, he just kept pushing himself, until he mastered that as well as he could too. Added upon that was Harry's desire to learn wandless magic, a hard and difficult thing to do as well, and while Harry seemed to have a certain natural ability for it, he still struggled with it and that frustration showed in the tense set of his shoulders and the potion for headaches that Sirius saw him take frequently.
And when Sirius had finally decided to say something, Harry had come to him, and asked him to teach him to become an animagus. And how could he say no? He didn't want to say no, even though he knew Harry needed a break, or at least to have nothing else added to all that he was heaping upon himself already. Did no one else notice the dark shadows under his eyes, the way even their green had dulled to a moss color from the vibrant hue that they usually were? Harry should be out playing quidditch, running around with his friends, and getting into mischief. Not becoming an adult within the span of a few months.
Perhaps it was due to the control that Harry had to exert over his magic and his mind in order to practice the limited wandless magic that he had succeeded at and occlumency, but he progressed much faster than what he, James, and Peter had done. When it was obvious that he was to be some sort of canine, a spark of life appeared in Harry again, and Sirius joined in his excitement. But then Harry began to push himself again, and Sirius was blind to it, until one morning he couldn't wake him up.
He had been frantic, and had sent Phineas to the headmaster's office, had owled Remus, and even firecalled Snivellus. Madam Pomfrey had appeared within moments, and had deemed it to be due to magical, mental, and physical exhaustion. She had then turned accusing eyes on him, and asked him what exactly Harry had been up to, to put him into such a state. Sirius had glanced at Dumbledore who without a twinkle in his eye suggested gently that Pomfrey see to her patient and that he might answer her questions himself.
In the end Harry had been forced to rest and he recuperated to some extent, but there was still a heaviness that lingered around him that worried Sirius. . and so unlike in the past when he had said and done nothing, he did both. Harry would be going on a vacation, and he would go to the safest location, outside of Hogwarts, that Sirius knew of. For why would death eaters or Voldemort, or the ministry for that matter, think to look for Harry Potter in Forks, Washington? And who better to look after him, but his cousin, Billy Black?
Sirius had been surprised to find that he had any relatives outside of England, but it probably should have been expected due to the many witches and wizards who immigrated to the Americas. He was a distant cousin to be sure, and Sirius had only learned of him due to the Book of Black, a tome much like the tapestry, but in which all Black's were registered and could not be stricken off. At seventeen Sirius had been curious and had written him, striking up a correspondence that lasted up until the time he was thrown into Azkaban. It would seem that it was time to start up that correspondence once again.
And that is the beginning of the story. Please let me know what you think.