Twilight Broken Harry Potter

chapter 13

Edward felt sick! He couldn't believe what he was hearing out of his brother's potions teacher's mouth. It broke something inside of him to hear that Harry's dying wish had been to see them one last time...and they had moved on. Harry must have been devastated when he discovered that his home was empty and his family was gone. Harry had grown from a terrified little boy in that house to a confident, caring and affectionate teenager.

Closing his eyes, he put himself in Harry's shoes. He couldn't imagine coming home to find that Carlisle and Esme had packed up his siblings and taken off without a warning or forwarding address. Packing up and taking away that feeling of safety and love and leaving him with nothing but loneliness and heartache...leaving him with no will whatsoever to live.

He had always felt like a soulless monster because of his vampire, because of his unquenchable thirst for human blood, and now he knew for a fact that he had always been right. He was a monster! He wasn't a monster because of his thirst for human blood, no, he was a monster for what he had done to Harry. Not only did he not defend his little brother when the rest of the family turned their backs on him, but he had encouraged it and was the first one to bring up the idea of moving back to Forks. He wanted to get far away from the memory of little Harry and start over again.

Harry had come to them so beaten down and broken that he wouldn't even eat if someone was in the room with him. He was so use to sneaking food that that was the only way he knew how to eat...alone and cowering in fear. They had given Harry their love and promised him that it was unconditional, then the first time that love was tested...they packed up and ran. They then started a new life in Forks, a life where Harry wasn't welcome.

How could they have done that to him? They knew that the Wizarding World had placed a huge weight on Harry's little shoulders; a weight that he never asked for along with the fame that went along with it. Harry didn't want to be The-Boy-Who-Lived, he just wanted to be Harry...plain Harry Potter Cullen.

Many nights during winter and summer breaks he would hold Harry while he cried himself to sleep over the events that had happened during the school year. Almost every night he woke screaming from terrifying nightmares and begging to not have to return. While Harry was strong, he wasn't the warrior that the Wizarding World demanded that he be. He was a quite boy who was caring and gentle and did everything in his power to avoid confrontations and chaos. He just wanted to be loved and taken care of return that love and care.

He couldn't believe that not only had they given Harry a reason to live, but they had also taken away that reason and made it so he didn't even have the desire to protect himself against the monster that had killed his parents. It was their fault that Harry had been kidnapped by Voldemort and his followers.

"Two...tortured...months...starved...broken...damage...raped."

Scrunching up his face, Edward slowly raised his head to look at Carlisle. He was picking up little broken pieces of his father's thoughts. His gift was returning.

With an inhuman roar, he busted the marble countertop he was leaning against and tore out of the room to find his brother. His sweet little innocent brother who had been tortured, starved, disfigured and raped. He had to get to Harry and beg his forgiveness and to help him heal. This was all his fault.

***HP

Edward was fast, faster then anyone else in the family. It took him less then a second to reach the guest room where Harry was at, and without knocking, he barreled into the room.

White! White was all he could see. Huge white feathers were flying in his face while hands were wrapping around his throat lifting him up and off his feet. Blindly he reached out grabbing handfuls of soft white feathers and pulling at them. The next thing he knew he was flying through the air and crashing into the priceless antique dresser that Esme had traveled all the way to Vermont to buy. He winced when he heard is shatter into a hundred pieces.

Rapidly blinking, he jumped to his feet when he saw that the feathers were quickly advancing on him. Growling, he lunged at the feathers, and with a roar, sent them hurling over his head and out the French Doors.

"Edward no!" Alice screamed, grabbing at her brother and trying to prevent him from flying out the door and after Draco.

Emmett arrived just in time to catch a flying Draco as he soared back into the room and headed straight for Edward. "Easy there, Big Bird, Eddy here won't hurt Harry," he said, chuckling at his own joke.

"Harry!" Esme screamed in horror.

Everyone turned at the same time to see that the bed Harry had been sleeping in was empty.

"Son of a bitch roared!" Severus roared.

***HP

Paul was easily loping in his wolf form checking the LaPush boarder for bloodsuckers. Everyone took turns patrolling in the pack, and today was his turn. Jacob and Seth had been patrolling with him, but they had been driving him crazy arguing over who was faster. He had finally snapped and told them to race to get it the hell out of their systems. He would much rather patrol on his own than listen to the two of them call each other names. Pups were a pain in his ass!

Just as he was approaching the North side of the boarder, his sensitive nose picked up the sickeningly sweet scent of a bloodsucker. Not just any bloodsucker either...a fucking Cullen. He had been waiting since the first time he phased to take out one of those self-righteous fucking Cullen's. He hoped to hell that it was Edward, he despised that preppy little punk. Though, a fight with Emmett would be a fun challenge and a kill that he could bask in. Whichever Cullen it was, he was going to slowly tear them apart then roll in their remains. How dare they break the treaty and cross onto their land!

Skidding to a halt, he was surprised to find that it was Cullen that he didn't know. This was a young, fragile looking boy who was wearing pajamas and favoring one leg. Even though the boy looked to be only twelve, he reeked of the Cullen's and was still a bloodsucker. He didn't discriminate, if you were a bloodsucker and on Quileute land, then you were going to die by his teeth and paws.

With a vicious snarl, he lunged at the small boy and sunk his sharp teeth into the boy's bony shoulder. His strong jaws bit down breaking bones while his bear like paws tore at his clothing and flesh.

His wolf howled victoriously in his head as the boy let out an ear piercing scream and started to feebly attempt to push him off. He had hoped for more of a fight, but a kill was a kill. It was one less vampire that could kill unsuspecting humans.

Letting go of his shoulder, he latched onto the boy's left leg and started to viciously shake it, tearing easily through muscle and tendons. The boy's screaming got impossibly louder, and he knew that it would be along time before he would stop hearing it. He almost felt bad for the little vampire. Sometimes it was easy to forget that they were once humans, and this one was just a little kid.

Deciding to show mercy because he could know longer take the kid's screams, he let go of the leg and moved up to his throat. Right when he was getting ready to deliver the death bite, a flash of russet fur blocked his target and sent him flying off the small vampire and into the trees.

"What the hell!" Jacob screamed at the top of his lungs. "Blood, Paul! You're fucking covered in blood. That's a human child, not a vampire."