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)

Chapter Four:

Last time:


“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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The light shining through Harry’s open window alerted him to the fact that the day had changed. He looked up from the book he had become engrossed in to gazed out at the cloudy wet morning, swallowing the sigh that wanted to break free of his throat. He loved Carlisle, he had never stopped, and if his mate wanted him to meet his family than that’s what he would do.


He rose slowly from his bed, tucking his book away for later use as he made his way across the hall and into the bathroom. He moved into his daily routine without thought, turning his shower on hot before he stripped down.


His shower lasted longer than normal, his mind racing the entire length. The room was completely filled with steam by the time he stepped from the tub, fogging up the mirror and all the other metallic surfaces. Harry closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling. He had come to realize some years ago that if he got the temperature extreme enough and rapidly emerged himself in it, he could feel almost human until his body adjusted to a temperature of which was similar to the one he had been thrust into.


Harry moved into his bedroom, a towel wrapped around his trim waist despite being alone in the apartment. He had never been comfortable walking around naked—not at the Dursley’s, not at Hogwarts, not with his master, not during his time packed into military barracks, not even during the hundred years he spent alone… the only time he had been was when he was alone with his mate. Carlisle was the only person to ever make him feel completely safe and at ease. The only one to make him feel proud of his body—scars included.


He moved over to the large wardrobe, wondering what to wear for something this important. He shuffled through the numerous pairs of casual jeans and shorts, the button-up shirts and ties, the fitted and pressed slacks, and the full-on penguin suits he had—all courtesy of the numerous business arrangements he was expected to attend as the last living Potter. Not many people knew he was still alive, but most of the ones who did were also the ones in charge of the abundant amount stocks and investments his family had been involved in for generations.


He shuffled the clothing aside again after he decided to wear a pair of simple, fitted black slacks and a dark green button-up shirt. The shirt he left un-tucked, with the top and bottom two buttons left undone and his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He sat on his bed to put on his beloved dragon-hide boots, which were the darkest black with the faintest green shimmer in the light. He wore his family signet ring on his right ring finger proudly. The signet ring was relatively simple in itself. The band was solid silver, it had an oval face and a golden griffin inlaid into the surface. There were also two gold ‘P’s on the outside. The ring had been in his family for generation upon generation and he was honored to wear it. He left his hair to dry on its own, knowing it would end up in messy curls, but not caring overly much.


By the time he was done, his watch read five to eight in the morning. Harry grabbed his keys from his bedside table as he left his apartment, locking the door behind him. It was time to start his day.


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Emmett jumped up and looked out the large window as he heard a car coming down their driveway. It took a couple of minutes for the vehicle to actually clear the trees enough for it to become visible, but he finally saw a sleek, expensive looking black car. He glanced to the side to see Jasper standing next to him, watching as the man, Harry, stepped gracefully out of the car. The rest of the family had joined them within a couple of seconds, and Emmett let a large grin cross his face as he looked between his father and Harry.


Rosalie lightly smacked his arm without even having to look at him—knowing what he was thinking from the years they had been together. Emmett shot her an injured look, but she never glanced his way. Her eyes were riveted on the young looking man that stood before them, green eyes tracing the beautiful house they stood in.


Carlisle patted Jasper on the shoulder as he passed him on his way to the front door. He opened the door as Harry came to a stop on the top step. Harry smiled and let out a huff of amusement as he moved forward to greet his mate. Carlisle pulled him into a tight embrace, kissing his neck as soon as he was close enough. The stayed wrapped together for nearly a minute before separating, though Carlisle entwined his hand with Harry’s.


Carlisle led Harry back into the living room where the rest of his family still stood. They all watched curiously as Harry was led to them, Alice even bouncing on the balls of her feet.


Harry’s eyes were scanning all of them, a habit from the war that he had never been able to get rid of. He looked first at a tall, statuesque blonde woman standing next to a taller, stockily built man. Her eyes were guarded—calculating, and Harry knew he wouldn’t underestimate her. The man beside her had a grin (though he was trying to hide it) visible on his handsome face. His eyes were alight with mischief and he struck Harry as an all around fun-loving person. The next person who caught his eye was a tiny dark haired girl, brimming with energy. Her face shone with peace and happiness, but her eyes were filled with knowledge—a seer, if he wasn’t mistaken. It had been a long time since he had come in contact with one, but he could remember the signs. Next was a brunette man. He was about Carlisle’s height, with perfect features and a dark, brooding aura. Lastly, standing next to the small, dark haired girl, was another blonde, this one male. His hair fell in messy strands, but it was his eyes that drew Harry to him. War. This man, Jasper— if he was remembering Carlisle’s descriptions right, had the same darkness and pain he himself felt all throughout the war and the following years.


He was brought out of his thoughts as Carlisle released his hand to wrap his arm around his waist. “Harry, this is Emmett,” he began, gesturing to the biggest man. Harry smiled politely, nodding his head, knowing that the amused man would be even more entertained if he offered a hand to shake—plus, he had issues allowing someone to hold onto his hand, thus limiting any movement he may have to make. “… Rosalie…” Harry grabbed her hand lightly, bringing it to his lips as he bowed his head in greeting. Her eyebrow rose in surprise, but she was also pleased. Carlisle smiled as well before continuing. “…Edward…” again, Harry nodded his head, but he was scanning the man with more interest, curious about the man who had been with his mate longer than he, himself had. “…Alice…” Harry brought a hand to his lips for the second time in as many minuets, “…and Jasper.” He finished, proving to Harry that he had gotten the names right in his head. He actually clasped Jaspers’ hand, surprising himself in the process, but he couldn’t help but feel a kind of championship with the other man. “Everyone, this is Harry—my mate.”


“It’s nice to meet you all.” Harry said softly, his accent strong with his restlessness. “Carlisle talks a lot about you.”


“That’s funny.” Edward whispered cynically, “Because I can’t recall him ever mentioning you.” Harry looked over to meet his eyes, unsurprised at the contempt he saw reflected there.


Harry glanced up in time to catch the sharp look Carlisle directed at his oldest son. He nudged the older man, shaking his head once he had his attention and smiled softly to let him know that Edward’s behavior didn’t bother him. “Well, shall we take a seat?” Carlisle asked to the room at large.


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The conversation was stilled at the beginning, both parties being somewhat awkward around the other, but by the end of the day words flowed freely and silences were peaceful rather than tense.


Eventually everyone began to disperse. Edward retired first, followed by Rosalie and Emmett. Jasper and Harry continued to talk into the night, their respective partners staying beside them. They had formed an almost instantaneous bond—one that neither really understood but both welcomed. Alice pulled Jasper away at half-past midnight, leaving Harry and Carlisle alone.


Harry stood, unsure of whether or not he could really leave—and of whether or not he wanted too. The decision was taken from his hands when Carlisle looked at him almost pleadingly and asked him not to, asking Harry to stay with him. Harry knew he should leave, his mind was screaming at him to leave, but his heart told him it couldn’t bear to part from its mate again.


Carlisle led the way to his bedroom, letting Harry get his first look at the room he would spend a lot of time in come the future. To Harry it screamed ‘Carlisle.’ The walls were an off white/blue color, the windows framed in white. The floor was hardwood, with matching antique wood dressers and tables. The bed was also an antique wooden structure, with the linens matching the walls and the rug perfectly. He had a golden framed mirror above a dresser as well as various trinkets scattered across the surfaces of the three structures. Three pictures hung above his bed, with another sitting on the dresser by his pillows. It was very light and open, but showed so much of Carlisle that Harry’s breath caught. It was— perfect.


They moved slowing into the room, Carlisle releasing his hold on Harry for the first time since he had arrived that morning. Harry turned unsurely to his mate, eyes questioning. Carlisle reached forward to stroke his cool cheek before wrapping his hand around the back of the shorter man’s neck and pulling him up into a soft kiss. They stayed that way for some minutes before pulling away.


Harry turned and walked away, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. His slacks followed shortly, leaving his briefs in place. He sat lightly on the edge of his mates’ bed, reaching down to pull off his boots and socks.


Harry turned his head to see that Carlisle had followed his example and was scooting across the other side of the large bed. He wrapped his arms around Harry’s torso, pulling the small man to lie beside him, and tugging the blankets up over them. Harry fit snugly against the Carlisle’s firm chest and he relished in the feeling of being held so lovingly.


Harry turned to look at Carlisle’s golden eyes and stretched his head up to press another kiss to the pale lips. Carlisle willingly kissed him back, passion gaining fervor the longer they touched. Eventually they pulled back to simply look at one another in content. Carlisle’s hand came up to caress his little mates neck and face before be buried his nose in the slim neck. “I just want to hold you, ok?”


Harry smiled, bringing his own arms up to wrap around his mate. They stayed in that position throughout the night and after the sun of the new day rose.


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AUTHORS NOTE: My spring break is over as well, which means tons of homework and little free time. I will try and keep up with updates, but I can’t promise them.