Title: Family Matters
Category: Books » Harry Potter
Language: English, Rating: Rated: T
Published: 10-26-09, Updated: 11-24-09
Chapters: 32, Words: 144,281
I, London Man, did NOT write this story. This was written by Early-Frosts. I am just hosting it because EF was going to cancel their account. EF allowed me to have them on my site so people can read or reread them if they wanted.
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Chapter 1: Prologue: Resignation
Disclaimer: Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling, the Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer and all related materials belong to their respective owners. This is non-profit fanfiction.
Warning: This story contains slash.
Expanded Summary: At a very young age, Harry Potter was adopted by Carlisle and Esme Cullen. Renamed Alexander Cullen, he has grown up surrounded by the supernatural. His parents and five siblings—Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, and Edward—are all vampires and he has attended the New England Academy of Magic since he turned eleven. Now a sixteen-year-old and the popular student body president of his school, the teen's life is about to be turned upside down by the Triwizard Tournament. When faced with two sets of parents and siblings, what will he decide for his future: life or death?
Prologue - Resignation
"You can't do this," a woman with a thick Boston accent complained.
Alex was completely unaffected by the sight of a nearly fifty-year-old woman whining like a small child. He simply continued to sort through the documents in the manila folder he was holding, separating the contents into what he was keeping for himself and what needed to remain behind for his successor.
"I can, actually," he replied casually to the professor.
"You need a proper education," the adult argued back.
"And I will get one. I will be transferring to a Muggle school straight away."
Alex finished sorting through the folder. After removing all of the pages that he wanted for himself and placing them in his canvas messenger bag, he returned the file itself to the file cabinet before finally turning to look at his now-former Charms professor.
Professor Cordelia Brekenridge was, to many, a bundle of contradictions. By all appearances, she was the epitome of class and grace. She was classically beautiful and invariably dressed with impeccable taste. Her dark hair was pulled back, save for a single lock of grey that fell to the right of her face.
Sadly, the image of the prim and proper heiress was shattered every time she opened her mouth.
"Have you gone bonkers? Have your mental faculties gone off to Bermuda and left you daft?" she cried in exasperation. "How do you expect to find decent work if you don't graduate?"
"The school and I have irreconcilable differences," the boy evaded the question. He always avoided questions about his plans for the future.
"You're not getting a divorce, Alex," she said, her face scrunching up in irritation.
"I'm making a statement."
"What good is a statement going to do?" Professor Brekenridge demanded as she crossed her arms and turned her head away like a child who didn't want to eat her vegetables.
"It will get the point across that this sort of thing is totally unacceptable."
"It won't, actually. You're just going to come across as a petulant child throwing a temper tantrum because he didn't get his way."
"Excuse me?" Alex demanded, his voice rising for the first time since the discussion began. "This isn't a matter of me not getting my way. I was totally left out of the loop about a major decision affecting the lives of every student and faculty member here. And their families. I was kept in the dark and so were you and everyone else at this school. And all because that arrogant, back-stabbing, reject wants to be the next headmaster."
"Professor Reynolds-" the woman began, only to be cut off.
"Is a jackass," Alex finished.
"You shouldn't speak about him that way. He is your professor, after all, and deserving of at least a modicum of respect."
"He's not my professor anymore. I quit," the teen replied with a satisfied smile. Noticing the frustration in the woman's eyes, he decided to clarify his position a bit. "Reynolds knows that Headmaster Justinian is planning to step down at the end of the year and thinks that he can curry favor with the board of trustees by bringing the Triwizard Tournament here. He doesn't care that the only reason our school even had the opportunity to be the third school in the competition is because one of the schools that was in it three years ago refused to be part of it a second time. 'Why?' you ask. Because some lunatic used it as cover for a plot that got a student killed and resurrected a terrorist."
"That is all speculation," Brekenridge interjected before the boy's tirade could continue any further.
"Regardless of what the British Minister of Magic would have everyone believe about the last Tournament, the fact remains is that a student died. My point," Alex said with a flourish of his hands, "is that this tournament represents a very real danger to the students of this school. Even when things have gone as planned, students have died in it. And even if England isn't really involved in some sort of internal hullaballoo—and I think you and I both know that it is—then there is still virtually no chance of things going as planned."
The Charms mistress muttered softly.
"What was that?"
"I said, you make a good point about the Tournament. But why quit school? Why not use your place here to shout your complaints to anyone that will listen?"
"I was elected Student Body President to serve the students. If Reynolds really has already gotten the Department of Magical Affairs and the Board of Trustees on his side, then I need to cause a stir. I need to do something big and flashy to make people really take notice about what's going on. I need for the people in charge to be drowned in owls from angry parents if anything is going to happen.
"Besides, I always planned to go to a Muggle school eventually. If I go now, I will be able to spend at least a year going with all of my brothers and sisters before they start to graduate. It will be a good bonding experience."
"I hate this," Brekenridge huffed.
"In my experience, most people hate change. Now, are you going to tell me goodbye or not?"
"Not," the woman said with a defiant shake of her head.
Alex smiled at the woman for a few seconds before patting her on the arm and surrendering his wand to her. "Don't let Reynolds be too much of a prick." He then stepped around the professor and made his way out of the student council office.
Only a minute passed before he found himself exiting the central building into the cool August air; the breeze that came off of the ocean onto the island always gave the school a bit of a chill, regardless of season. Alex stopped for a moment to examine his surroundings one last time before heading off towards the far edge of the island campus. The whole walk felt surreal to the wizard.
Alex was the only student wandering the campus. About half of the students lived in the dorms when classes were in session, but none of them were out and about. As for the students that commuted to and from school on a daily basis by portkey, they had all left when classes ended for the day almost three hours before. Alex often remained until long after the other commuters left in order to time his return home to when classes were dismissed for the day in his hometown. He was, however, running later than usual on this particular day.
After the slow walk across campus, he reached the maintenance shed that also served as the portkey site for students who didn't live on campus. Ms. Lepon, a former employee of the Division of Magical Transportation and current gatekeeper of the New England campus, was waiting for him.
"From what the kiddies have been tellin' me, I don't need to send a return portkey with you," the short and squat blonde woman said as she looked up at the teen. Her voice sounded all business, but there was a sad look in her eyes that told Alex that she wasn't too keen on the idea of him quitting school.
"That's right. It's my last day."
"You sure about this?" she inquired.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Alex replied. He wasn't quite as certain as he pretended to be.
"Alright then," she said simply. The woman reached into a coffee can and retrieved a marble. After fishing her wand—a thin, fragile piece of wood that looked like the type of twig one would find on a forest floor—out of a nearby toolbox, she wordlessly cast the Portkey Charm on the bauble.
Alex shot the woman one last confident smile before taking hold of the marble and being whisked away to Forks, Washington.
As was routine for the boy, he arrived in the toolshed that stood at the far end of the Cullen family's property. The little square building had been set up for the express purpose of serving as the portkey site for Alex's commute to and from school.
He almost fell flat on his face, but was caught by a pair of strong arms.
"You're late," came a playful voice from above the green-eyed wizard.
Alex's forced smile morphed into a real one when he looked up into the amber eyes of Edward, one of his adoptive brothers.
A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed the prologue of my new story. Reviews and constructive criticism are always appreciated.