White Horse

Summary: Harry is forced to marry Lucius Malfoy as punishment for Draco's demise. With the Dark Lord a mere breathe from killing him, how will Harry cope with his child impending birth, the war, and the mysterious figure plaguing his dreams.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter they are the sole property of Stephanie Meyer/J.K. Rowling and other affiliated companies, nor do I make any money through the usage of said characters.

Brief Pairings: Harry Potter/Lucius Malfoy, Charlie Weasley/Draco Malfoy, Bella Swan/Jacob Black, Jacob Black/Scorpius Malfoy, Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale.

Main Pairings: Harry Potter/Emmett Cullen, Nymphadora 'Tonks' Lupin/Remus Lupin, Sanguini/Edward Cullen, Esme Cullen/Carlisle Cullen, Alice Cullen/Jasper Hale, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom/Blaise Zabini, Narcissa Malfoy.

Reviewers:

Mrmikezabini- Awww! Now where would all the fun be, if I just allowed him to live happily ever. But don't worry certain arrangements will be made to ensure their…mating.

Belle Hawk- You've got a point there sweets, my mom always says if a person is only telling you half truths then its best that you find out the truth for yourself. Harry is naive and to trusting of one Albus Dumbledore he puts way to much faith on a man who knowingly sends him to an abusive home, blood wards be damned. Harry looks at Dumbledore as his savor so he sees no flaws nor lies in him. But this whole arranged marriage has opened his eyes to happenings around him and like it or not Dumbledore has just given him reason to revolt against him. Let's just say Snape's book is going to be of great help to him.

Celestialuna- Why thank you, Poppet.

Dark Vision- I live to serve –bow-

Taila Gea- ^~^

On another note I must totally do a true blood fic, I thought I was the only one who thought Godric and Harry are uber hawt.

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You believe and you doubt
You're confused, you got it all figured out
Everything that you always wished for
Could be yours, should be yours, would be yours
If they only knew

When you can't wait any longer
But there's no end in sight
when you need to find the strength
It's your faith that makes you stronger
The only way you get there
Is one step at a time

One Step at s Time, Jordin Sparks

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"Harry, there you are my boy. I have arranged a trip for you at the Burrow. I'm sure you and Molly will have fun talking about the bab-the we-wedding." Dumbledore whispered excitedly, his blue eyes twinkling madly.

Harry merely stared at him, he was completely devoid of emotions t the moment, he was tired, all cried out of tears and anger. He felt absolute nothing, nothing but despair.

"Harry."

Looking up he stared into worry-filled eyes, Dumbledore rested his gnarled hands ontop of Harry's shoulders a sign of good faith and understanding. Snort, bastard didn't understand anything, he'd just sold him and expected for him to act as though he was what, happy. Get real.

Dumbledore frowned suddenly; fucking bastards was looking in his head. Harry snarled in anger drawing the attention of the other students standing by.

"Harry, I know that this situation is not one you choose yourself or one that you even like. But I must ask you to rein in your temper and remember just what your courageous action is going to do for our world at large." Dumbledore said in that annoying ass tone, chastising him as he was speaking to a child, his child. Harry couldn't help to shudder at that notion.

Harry snorted aloud at the Headmaster. "Our world when did it become our world. Last, I checked Headmaster you made sure I didn't learn a damn thing about this world. And now you expect em to act all lovey dovey to that man, even you aren't that stupid." He sneered.

"Harry…"

"No, don't Harry me, to think I once trusted you. That my parents and Godfather once looked up to you, I wonder how in the world you are able to hide what you truly are. You, you are no better than Voldemort. The man is barmy, so I wonder what your excuse is."

"Harry, perhaps we should talk about this privately."

"LET ME FINISIH!" Harry screamed, his tiny form shaking in barely suppressed anger.

"Don't you dare tell me how I should act or to remember what it is I am fighting for. Because fact is Headmaster, you have thought me absolutely nothing, nothing about this world or any world for that matter."

"Why am I surprise though?" He said in a defeated tone. "You are the same man who imprisoned his pregnant husband, aren't you Albus."

The hallway lights were suddenly extinguished, the students chattering away were now desperately trying to find a way out.

"Oh for heaven sakes your wizards, you have wands use it."

He heard Hermione say in the distance.

Looking back up he took a preciously step back at Dumbledore's features. The man could only be described as defeated, utterly destroyed. And that thought made Harry extremely happy. Smiling smugly at the man, he gave him a smirk that even Lucius would be proud of.

"Where…did…you…hear…that."

"From who else, my jailor, your good friend Lucius Malfoy." Harry answered with a sneer, before walking past the Headmaster the lights suddenly turning back on.

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By the end of the day, it had spread throughout the whole school that Harry Potter and the Headmaster had a falling out. And right now Harry wasn't in the mood to be interrogated or chided.

"I mean seriously Harry. Yelling at the Headmaster, have you lost your mind?"

Harry fought to reign in his temper; he was seriously not in the mood for Hermione's lectures. Especially since, he was beginning to doubt his friendships and the circumstances that led them together.

"It's bad enough you won't even tell us what happened in Dumbledore's office last week. That is so unlike you." Hermione continued her voice practically grating on everyone's nerve. Seamus looked like he wanted to say something but Dean kept pulling him down.

"She's right mate, so unlike you." Ron said from his side.

Fucking kiss arse, he would do anything to get into Hermione's pants. Harry turned and shot him a withering glare, to his Ron gave a tiny shriek before burying his face back into his Divination book. Smirking smugly Harry turned his attention back to his Potions essay.

"Are you even listening to me Harry James Potter?" Hermione asked ripping his paper from under him.

Harry rolled his eyes inwardly. For Circe sakes why was she so damn persistent, leave him alone. Why couldn't she just let it go. Harry was seriously becoming annoyed by them both, God how hadn't he noticed their callous, bigot and forceful natures before. He was better off befriending Malfoy, prick or nota least he knew hewn to back off, even for a lil bit. Harry flinched at that. Turning his head, he saw that Hermione was still waiting for him to reply. Gritting his teeth, he forced a smile onto his face before replying.

"Yes, I am."

"Good, now you will tell us exactly what you've been hiding from us." She said as she dropped her arms form across her chest.

He looked around him to notice that the rest of the Gryffindor weren't, instead they were trying very hard to respect his privacy and were obviously uncomfortable with the interrogation her was currently being put under.

"Or else what?" He coolly asked. He could just hear that barley veiled threat. Id either of them thought that he was going to break under threat of isolation, they had another thing coming for them.

"Excuse me." Hermione repeated temporally taken aback by Harry's answer.

"Or else what? You bloody damn well heard me." He hissed out angrily as he hovered menacingly over her.

Hermione gulped, he didn't know whether she was frighten or embarrassed.

"You two are some pretty shitty friends. Always fucking hounding me for information, you know what. Why don't you go get bent you miserable cow, just because know one really likes you doesn't mean you have to try to force your stupid ideas into the rats of us."

Hermione stared at Harry in shock by the end of his rant, her mouth opening and closing as she attempted to pull herself together.

"He mate what-" Ron began as he two stood up, standing protectively on Hermione side.

"Oh, fuck off Ronald you are no better. Always jealous, always anger can't even get up the nerve to ask the bent there to go out with you." Harry sneered, causing Ron cheeks to flush in embarrassment and for Hermione to look between them. When her gaze fell on Ron the second time her, cheeks bloom a distasteful rose color. Harry could barely contain his disgust at the two.

Deciding to ruin this otherwise happy occasion he continued with his analysis. "It's pretty pathetic, seeing you follow her around like a good lil puppy. You have mother's complex Ronnikins, you go from one overbearing woman to another. Way to step up." He said as he mockingly clapped his hands.

SMACK!

Harry ran his tongue over the cut, before returning his gaze to a smug Hermione.

"You know I don't hit girl's even ones as ugly as you." He snidely remarked, before wiping the blood off the corner of his mouth.

"You don't have to worry about that Harry." Luna suddenly said, her usual pensive and happy expression gone as she walked across the room and smack Hermione across her face.

Thanks Luna.

No problem you should go get some rest, Neville and I got your back.

What in the world is going on here? Professor McGonagall asked as she suddenly appeared in the dorm room dressed in her night robes.

"Ms. Lovegood what are you doing in here?"

"Visiting my friends." She answered with that wistful expression.

Nodding her head towards the young girl, she turned her hawk-like gaze towards Hermione's form still sprawled out on the floor. "Why is Miss Granger on the floor." Her brows cocking upwards in mirth.

"She tripped over a book and fell." The girl answered nonchalantly before shrugging her shoulders and making her way back to Neville and Ginny.

If McGonagall knew that Luna was lying she didn't say anything. Instead, she sent both Ron and Hermione an icy glare filled with disappointment, anger and disgust. Turning to the stairs, she caught sight of Harry climbing up the stairs.

"Mr. Potter the Headmaster would like to have a quick word with you about earlier incident." McGonagall said as she fixed him a level head gaze.

"Professor you can tell the Headmaster to go fuck himself. We said all we needed to say, so if he has anything else to say. I suggest he takes it up with my fiancé." Harry tossed over his shoulders before disappearing into his dorm.

He cast a few spells around his bed and trunk.

'Let's see those bloody traitors get through these' Harry thought as he threw himself onto his bed.

Taking off his glasses, he laid ontop the table before closing his eyes. He drifted into a dreamless state, for once he wasn't plagued by horrified nightmares or premonitions. He didn't know whether that was a good thing or not.

"Oh bloody hell."

Several minutes later, he awoken to the sound of Ron screaming in pain. The spell had obviously worked if his anguish filled scream and shouts were anything to go by.

Snickering to himself he buried his face into his pillow, before drifting off once more to sleep.

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