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: I’m really sorry this has taken me so long! My classes this quarter so far have sucked! I’m so loaded with homework that it’s killing me, and I’m working so much that I hardly have time to do it, so… I really should be catching up on my anthropology homework right now. However! I miss this ficcy and I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting anymore!

Chapter Five:

Last time:


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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Harry remained still all through the night, eyes closed and as close to sleep as he could get. Carlisle had kept him wrapped in his strong arms, with one hand stroking up and down his back the entire night.


It was late into morning before Carlisle reluctantly shifted his weight, needing to rise but unwilling to part with his mate. Harry raised his head slightly until he could see the older man. He smiled, moving forward to press a chaste kiss to the firm ones of his love. They had heard Carlisle’s ‘children’ dressing and leaving for school hours before, but choose to stay in their bubble as long as possible.


They kissed softly for a while before Carlisle pulled back completely. “I’m supposed to work the evening shift at the hospital today.” He murmured softly as he pulled himself to sit on the edge of the bed.


Harry continued to recline on the soft covers, watching as Carlisle’s muscles flexed while he moved. “Ok.” He replied simply.


“I’m going to call in—I can’t bear being parted from you so soon after I’ve got you back.”
Harry tilted his head to the side, forcing his messy hair to shift from in front of his eyes.

A smile crossed his lips as he moved to straddle the man from behind—one leg on either side of Carlisle’s waist. “And tomorrow?” he asked, a teasing tone lacing his voice. “Will you call in then as well? Mayhap take a week off? Or two? In fact, why don’t you simply quit your job while we get reacquainted.” His hands were moving slowly over the toned arms of his mate.


Carlisle looked over his shoulder, brows furrowed. “Is that what you want?” he asked uncertainly. He wasn’t sure if Harry was being serious—and he didn’t trust that he knew his mate well enough anymore to guess.


The amusement Harry felt quickly faded as he realized the same thought that had graced his lover. “No, of course not!” he began. “I was simply teasing you. I would never want you to quit the job you love, but neither is there a reason for you to take today off.”


A rush of relief coursed though Carlisle at the same time the shame did. He shouldn’t have doubted his love, should have trusted him to not change him. “You’ve only been with me for two days, work can manage without me.”


A larger smile crossed Harry’s face. “They shouldn’t have to manage; I’ll be fine here by myself.”


“But will you be here when I get back?” he replied, more harshly than he intended. He closed his eyes as soon as he said it, expecting an equally harsh reply—but it never came.
Harry drew away from the comfort of his mate, scooting along the bed until he could slide off the edge. Carlisle looked on in regret, thinking he had caused the younger vampire to leave. He was, again, surprised when Harry came to kneel before feet, resting his hands lightly on Carlisle’s knees. He looked directly into the amber eyes as he spoke, letting the man read the truth in his own green ones. “I’ll be here when you get back, for as long as you’ll have me. Leaving you wasn’t my choice… not coming back to you was the stupidest thing I ever did…” he broke off, looking down— ashamed. “At first I couldn’t. The war had gotten bad—worse than you can imagine—and there was no way for me to find you. I knew it was almost over and I started looking for you. I couldn’t wait to be back in your arms, I missed you so much.” He breathed, again risking a look into the blank eyes.


“I was turned during the last battle… after it actually… ironic, isn’t it? I survived the war, but my life was stolen before I could leave the battle field. I told myself that I would stay away until I had control. I had a lot of time to think… I remembered how much you had cherished my mortality, how much you valued my heart beat and the warmth of my skin. I knew you loved me, but the more time I spent alone the more I doubted it. By the time I gained my control I had convinced myself that you wouldn’t love me as I am now. Not only had I lost all the human aspects of myself that you loved, but I had aged ten years before hand. I figured that, since so many years had passed, you would have moved on and that I would cause you more pain than love.”


“I still wanted to find you, but I told myself that I would protect the brothers I had left. I watched them silently from the shadows—they never knew I was there. The longer that had passed, the more I doubted you would still want me. I also began to feel more and more desperate to be back with you. Once Bill died I couldn’t come up with any more excuses to stay away. I know now that I was stupid and selfish, and I thought more about myself than you, and I can never make up for that. You’re my mate, my everything! I will never leave you again. You have my word.”


Carlisle had remained silent throughout the spiel, eyes tightening in pain and anger. When he did speak it was in a low voice, hitting Harry hard. “You should have trusted me to love you; you should have known that nothing could have changed my feelings for you. I treasured you mortality because it was a part of who you were! You could have aged a hundred years and I would still find you as beautiful as the day I met you. I love you, I always have… and I want to believe that you when you say you’ll be here, but I honestly can’t trust you to keep your word right now.”


Harry lowered his head and closed his eyes in pain, knowing he deserved much, much worse for the agony he had caused. Carlisle raised his head with a finger under his chin. He brushed Harry’s wet cheeks in wonder, rubbing his fingers together to feel the moisture. “Your crying.” He whispered in awe.


Harry drew his head away, harshly brushing away the tears. He was angry with himself. He had no right to cry—everything Carlisle had said was true. He hadn’t done anything to earn his love’s trust and had, in fact, shattered the trust the two had previously granted freely to the other.


Carlisle moved forward, drawing the small body into his arms tightly. “I’m sor…” Harry cut him off sharply.


“Don’t say you’re sorry! You’re right; you have no reason to trust me. I don’t ever want you to feel bad about being honest with me Carlisle.”


The elder vampire kept silent for a long moment before he spoke. “I miss what we had. I’d like to get back to that… promise me you’ll stay?” he pleaded with his lover.


Harry nodded without hesitation. “I know what a huge mistake I made… I don’t intend to make it again.” He shot a weak smile at the man. Harry glanced at the clock on the wall, choking as he saw the time. “You’re going to be late for work!” he reached out and snagged the man’s hands, pulling him from the bed.


“I really think I should stay, what would you do while I'm gone?” he asked rhetorically.


“I have some ideas. The others will be getting home soon, right? I’d like to get to know them better.”


“Yes… Harry, I’m sorry about Edward… he doesn’t usually act like he has been. He’s angry with me, but he really is an amazing person.”


“I understand where he’s coming from. There’s no apology necessary. He’s actually the one I want to take to the most. I’d like to get to know him.”


Carlisle turned and gave Harry a brilliant smile. He shook his head slightly in disbelief. “Your amazing.” He said softly, drawing the younger man into a soft kiss.


Harry ducked his head in embarrassment, but couldn’t help but be pleased at his mates approval.


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Harry had showered and dressed himself in his own slacks and choose put on one of Carlisle’s shirts after he found his own wrinkled on the floor. He could have used magic to straighten it, but he much preferred to be surrounded in his mates scent. Harry straightened the covers of the bed before he walked slowly around the room, taking in all of the little details he hadn’t the night before.


The walls were a very light blue, emphasizing the sunlight that streamed through the two large windows. He looked first at the chest beside the head of the bed. There was a small vase of fresh flowers—the smell of which filled the room. A good size lamp sat on the back and a book lay next to it. The last thing on the chest was a framed portrait. It showed Carlisle with all five of this children standing at a ski resort. He could see the lifts in the background and the various things they all held. Emmett, Rosalie, Edward, Jasper, and Alice were all using snowboards while his mate was clearly on skis. A large smile broke across his face as he saw the happiness on the families.


Harry carefully set down the frame, moving over to the next chest, the one that was across from the foot of the bed. There was a small antique clock sitting on one side, with an oil lamp and a small chest. Harry lightly ran his fingers over the surface as he stood there, admiring the old woodwork. The chest held a variety of watches and cuff links, nothing interesting.


The last chest sat between the two windows and held only two things: a larger bouquet of fresh flowers and another, simpler chest. He opened the chest and brought his hand to his mouth. Everything he had left behind at the villa: a comb, a bundle of parchments with some sketches on them, a thin shirt… the letter he had left on Carlisle’s desk… it was all there. It was obvious that there were more items in the chest, but Harry closed the top and backed away, unwilling to continue to look through it.


He left the room and tried to remember how to get back down stairs. It wasn’t too hard and he was out at his car in a matter of minutes. He opened the passenger door and ruffled around until he found the sketch pad and pencils he kept under the seat. He walked back into the house and took a seat in the front room, on a window seat overlooking the forest they were pressed against. Glancing again at his watch, he saw that it was nearly two o’clock. He wasn’t sure what time American high school got out, but he figured it wouldn’t be too much longer, so he settled himself down and lost himself in his work.


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Harry’s concentration was broke as he heard the roar of a car coming down the drive way, but he continued what he was doing, even when the door opened and the five young vampires shuffled into the room. He looked up to greet them, unsure how he would be received after staying the night and being left alone in their house. Alice and Emmett had large smiles of course. Jasper and Rosalie were slightly more reserved, but obviously glad to see him. Edward was the only one that didn’t give him some semblance of a smile, but neither did he glare… maybe this talk would be easier than he thought….


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A/N, not beta’d… But I wanted to get it out… tell me what you think!