Frozen

Frozen

Summary: Harry Potter did his duty, he killed the Dark Lord. When he was nineteen he found a lover in Carlisle Cullen, when he was twenty his duty tore them apart, at twenty-seven he was turned. Now, more than a hundred years later, he’s found him again. CCHP. HP/Twilight Crossover!

Pairings: Carlisle/Harry, Edward/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Jasper/Alice.

Warnings: Slash, swearing, violence, vampires biting during sex (very mild blood play, nothing graphic)

Authors note: Some of you are confused about the time line, so here it is: I pushed the HP universe back, because I wanted Harry to have known Carlisle before he was turned. The Twilight universe is still the same as the series.

1640- Carlisle’s born in London
1663- Carlisle’s turned
1843- Jasper is born in Texas
1861- Civil War- Jasper makes Major Rank
1863- Jasper is turned
1861- Harry’s born in Godric’s hollow
1875- Voldemort’s resurrected
1880- Harry and Carlisle become lovers
1881- Harry disappears
1888- Harry kills Voldemort/ Harry’s turned
1901- Edward’s born in Chicago.
1915- Rosalie is born in New York/ Emmett is born in Tennessee
1918- Edward is turned
1920- Alice is turned
1927- 1931- Carlisle withdraws into mourning for the ‘death’ of Harry, (He would have been 66) causing Edward to leave and peruse a new lifestyle. Edward comes back in 1931.
1933- Rose is turned
1935- Emmett is turned
1936- Cullen’s move to Forks and make a treaty with the Quileute tribe.
1948- Alice and Jasper meet
1950- Alice and Jasper find the Cullen's.
1987- Bella is born
2003- Cullen's come back to Forks/ Harry discovers where Carlisle is.
2004- Harry goes and talks to Carlisle (NOW)
2005- Bella comes to forks.

Chapter 3

Last Chapter:


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It was almost an hour later that Carlisle came back downstairs. His children were all still sitting around the living room, but Emmett and Jasper had long since stopped playing their video game. Edward was the first to speak, which didn’t surprise Carlisle in the least bit.


“Who was that?” he asked simply, his voice free of judgment.


Carlisle took a deep breath as he prepared to tell them about his mate—the mate none of them knew about. He could see that Edward was hurt by him, and he hated to see those emotions in his oldest companion. Alice looked the least confused out of all five of them, but clearly didn’t know what was going on either. Rose and Emmett were both watching the preceding silently, trusting their father to speak when he was ready.


“His name is Harry Potter, my mate, and I’ve haven’t seen him in almost a hundred and twenty five years …”


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Harry stayed at his apartment for nearly two weeks before the call came— something he was glad for. He knew Carlisle need time to wrap his head around what was happening. Harry knew that he wouldn’t be able to ignore him if he tried to call right away, but he also knew that if they tried to jump back to what they had before, everything would eventually blow up. They needed to start from the beginning, almost completely over in their relationship…. Hopefully it would last this time.

The call had been short and to the point. Carlisle was going to come to his apartment the next day, which was a Saturday, and they would talk then. With any luck the day would end with them back together.

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Harry spent that night and the next morning pacing his apartment. His mind was racing, desperately trying to figure out what to say, how to act, and how much to explain. He knew things had changed—how could they not have. He still didn’t know how the vampires that had been downstairs were related to Carlisle, or what they were to him.


He knew this day was coming, but he was as anxious as he was excited for it to finally get there. He couldn’t help but think of the constant ‘what if’s’ that had been rattling around in his head since he had found Carlisle.


He was brought out of his thoughts when a knock resounded on his outside door. Harry froze, staring at the door silently. He stayed that way for more than a few seconds until another knock brought him from his daze. He moved slowly, inhaling the scent he so desired. He finally reached the door, and with hesitant hands, twisted the knob and pulled it open.


Carlisle stood on the other side, his face a calm mask. He still dressed to impress, Harry thought affectionately, moving aside to let the older man inside. Neither said anything while they moved further into the room. Harry could see Carlisle taking everything in. His eyes were scanning everything at a rapid rate, analyzing every element, every detail of Harry’s apartment.


Their eyes met and they moved over to the sofa without having to say a word. They sat down together and simply looked at each other. Harry wasn’t sure how much time had passed before they finally began to speak.


XX Carlisle’s POV—10 days before XX


Carlisle had to restrain himself from going after his mate. He had waited for so long—been alone for so long… he couldn’t believe he had simply let the younger man leave. His hand clenched around the piece of paper he held.


He kept telling himself that his mate was right, that he needed time to comprehend what was happening, but he couldn’t stomp the feeling that he was making a mistake letting his mate leave. He wanted to go after him, to bring him back and to keep him, never letting him out of his sight again. But he knew he couldn’t do that. One thing about Harry was always that he craved his independence, he thrived on being able to go and make his own decisions without having someone try and control his life. It was something he liked about being with his master—once he was done training for the day he was free to do what he wanted until he was due at training the next morning— Something that was very useful once he and Carlisle had gotten together completely.


Carlisle opened his clenched fist with a trembling sigh, reverently smoothing out the crinkled paper.


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It took him a week to be comfortable with his mate being alive, and a few days more to get his family to accept it. He knew Edward was still upset with him for never telling him, but he had honestly thought it would be easier to try and put Harry behind him. It never was.


Carlisle stood from his car, looking up at the apartment building his little mate was in. he walked slowly across the street and into the entry way. He chose to use the stairs over the elevator for the extra time to clear his head.


He arrived outside Harry’s door a few minutes later. He could hear Harry pacing the room and allowed himself a moment to take in his mate’s lost scent.


He knocked clearly on the door and heard the pacing stop suddenly. He gave Harry time, but when it became clear that he wasn’t going to move on his own Carlisle knocked again. It seemed to shake Harry from his daze, because the door opened seconds later.


Carlisle took in the room as it was laid before his eyes. It was done up in shades of red and black, and looked comfortable, but… empty. The room itself felt like no one lived there, despite the items decorating the space. Harry’s scent was also suspiciously missing from this part of the apartment, making it feel even more desolate and cold to Carlisle.


Once he had taken everything in Carlisle turned to look at Harry. Their eyes met and they moved as one to sit on the comfortable sofa.


He watched Harry sit about a foot away from him, but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure how much time passed before they actually began to speak.


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Harry hesitantly began to talk, telling Carlisle what had happened that made him leave in more detail then he had given that first day. He went on to explain how bad the war was. He told the older man how each of his friends died, and the responsibility he felt toward them. Carlisle had already known of them, for Harry liked to speak of his ‘family’ when they had first met, and could feel the raw pain that Harry still felt in regards to their deaths.


When Harry had told him of the first attack that had killed two of his dorm mates, Carlisle ignored the space between the two of them and pulled Harry to himself to be cradled in his strong arms. By the time he had gotten to the middle of the war, Carlisle had drawn his legs up onto the couch, with Harry sitting between his parted thighs, and had completely enclosed Harry within his body. He continued to hold his mate to him as the horror’s unfolded in front of him. He could almost picture what Harry was saying: the blood and tears, the sweat and strain, the defeat and the victories.


“…. I was relived, I guess. Voldemort was dead and I could finally rest. I had turned around and all’s I could see were bodies—they were everywhere. Some of the people were still alive, but not very many. I was tired… so tired… I just wanted to leave. I was walking away when it happened. I had heard someone moving behind me but I honestly didn’t care. I felt someone latch onto my arms and…” Harry gave a small, bitter laugh, “I just remember thinking ‘that’s going to leave a bruise.’ I didn’t care who it was, or why they were grabbing me, until I felt his teeth as he bit into my neck. I was already about ready give in and collapse, so I couldn’t do anything. It hurt so bad. I blacked out, but I remember feeling… not happy, but I wasn’t upset about it either.”


Carlisle buried his face in Harry’s shoulder, knowing that if he had been human he likely would have shed tears.


“I think I woke about a week later— but I can’t be sure. Everything was so strange. I was still lying on the battlefield, and I remember the stench of blood and rotting flesh that was perforating the air. It was so vivid, everything was. My sight was better than I ever could have imagined, and the first thing I ever saw clearly was a sea of rotting bodies. My throat was on fire, and I could feel myself yearning for the blood that surrounded me. I was disgusted, but it was so strong. I feed on one of the bodies that was submerged under a lake of water near there—it was still fully intact and wasn’t rotting like the others. I hate that it tasted so good.”


“I knew what I was, I still had all of my memories, but I didn’t know what to do. I thought of you, and I know you feed on animals.” Harry pulled back slightly and looked into Carlisle’s eyes for the first time since he began talking. He reached a hand up to gently caress his lovers face. “I’ve always loved your eyes.” He said, smiling softly. “I knew you wouldn’t like me feeding on humans any more than I liked the thought of doing it—so I didn’t.”


“I left the field and went as far into the forest as I could. I ate what I could find there until I felt like I could control myself around other people. By the time I came back out, everyone had assumed I died during the battle. I knew it would be easier to let them continue to believe that than for them to adjust to what I had become, so I stayed in the shadows and let them believe I was gone.”


“Over time I realized that I couldn’t use my magic, but I could still feel it. The more I focused on it the more wild I realized it had become. I’ve always been more powerful than I cared for, but my magic was almost terrifying. It turned into a raw, burning mass of pure wild energy. I can’t do spells or anything anymore, but I think if I tried—my magic could be the equivalent of a small atomic bomb. I think that’s why my eyes are still green—because I still have my magic.”


“Only three people I cared about survived the war: Fred, George and Bill. I stayed by them until they died, though they didn’t know it. George died first, nearly twenty years ago. Fred had followed his twin within a week—I don’t know if he even knew how to live without his twin. They use to joke that they were soul-mates, two halves of one person. Bill lived the longest, he died a few years back. As soon as he was gone I started to look for you. It took me nearly a year to track you down, and a further two months to get up the nerve to actually come find you.” Harry trailed off, not knowing what more to say.


Both were silent for nearly five minutes before Carlisle spoke up. “Why were you afraid to come see me?” he asked, his voice little more than a whisper.


Harry shrugged silently, and allowed himself to be pulled around until he sat, straddling Carlisle. He met the man’s eyes timidly. “Never, ever be afraid of me Harry.” Carlisle said softly. “Not to say or do something, not to act a certain way or to do something how you want to. I have always and will always love you, not who you think I want you to be.”


Harry stared at him for a moment longer before his body relaxed and he nodded his head slightly. He leaned forward slightly and pressed his lips lightly against the firm one’s of his mate. Carlisle kissed him back, the pace slow and unhurried, both reveling in the feel of the other.


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Hour had passed since Carlisle had come to Harry’s apartment, and the day was getting late. They had spent the time since their kiss talking about mundane things. Carlisle had told Harry about his family, and how they came to be together. He described his close relationship with Edward, and the playfulness of Emmett. He told Harry of the beauty of Rosalie and her rivalry with Edward. He depicted how Alice and Jasper had come to him, and the oddities that had come along with them.


Sometime during the descriptions the two of them had moved into Harry’s much more comfortable and lived-in bedroom. They were laying a hairs-width apart on his bed, their breath intermingling as they spoke.


The sky gradually darkened and finally disappeared all together, but the two ignored it and continued reacquainting themselves. It was after midnight that the outside world intervened in the form of Carlisle’s cell phone.


Carlisle pulled away from his mate just enough to dig in his pocket and pull out the small device. Edward flashed across his screen as his ringtone continued to sound. With a slightly apologetic look he answered it.


The call was brief, Edward wanting to know if Carlisle was coming home that night, but it was enough to break the peaceful atmosphere they had fallen into.


“You should go home.” Harry said once Carlisle was done.


Carlisle’s eyes snapped to the green of his mates. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked. Harry smiled and shook his head. “No, but you need to. We’ll see each other tomorrow and your family is waiting for you.”


“You are a part of my family.” He said, still watching Harry keenly.


“Two different parts, Carlisle.”


“No, just separated. Will you come meet them tomorrow?” he asked Harry.


Harry almost said ‘no,’ that it was too soon for that, however the pleading look in Carlisle’s eyes changed his mind—he knew he wouldn’t be able to deny the man anything.


Carlisle finally left, after receiving a promise of tomorrow, leaving Harry feeling more alone than he had in a long time.


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