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) Mentions of MPREG!!!


Authors Note: I haven’t been able to contact my beta… she never returned the last chapter and she hasn’t answered my emails so far, so this chapter isn’t beta’d. Please forgive any mistakes and if you see one and want to drop it in a review or message, I’ll fix it. Thanks!
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Chapter six:

Last Time:


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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NOW:


The five vampires greeted Harry as they entered the house before they dispersed. Edward disappeared up the stairs—most likely to his room. Emmett and Jasper came back into the living room a couple of minutes after they disappeared, devoid of the book bags they previously carried, and sat on the couch facing the TV. Alice bounced into the room a second later and moved faster than human pace to the TV, where she reached out to flip on the screen.
Harry let out an amused chuckle when he saw a video game paused in the middle of a…. race? They were both in vehicles, Emmett in a huge red jeep and Jasper in an equally big, black truck. Jasper pushed a button on his controller and the game began moving. It obviously wasn’t just who could get to the end faster, but who could actually get to the end. Harry watched the two vehicles smashing repeatedly into each other, knocking the other off the road and into various other obstacles.


Flipping his book shut, Harry left the room—right as Emmett’s jeep ran up a tree trunk and rolled sideways into a lake. He walked silently up the stairs and, after stopping to leave the book in Carlisle’s room, followed Edwards scent to a door down the hallway. He could hear a soft melody coming from behind the closed door as he knocked gently. For a moment there was nothing but silence. Harry was about to knock again when he heard a sigh and the rustling sound of a book being set down. A second later Edward opened the door.


His face was blank except for the single raised eyebrow he directed at Harry. Harry returned the gesture without thought, but didn’t say anything. “Yes?” Edward finally bit out.


Harry allowed the faintest glimpse of a smile cross his face. “Can I come in?” He asked calmly. Edward continued to stand in the doorway, but eventually moved aside to allow Harry access. He walked slowly into the room, eyes scanning the decor and catching the rows and rows of music he had. Edward shut the door after Harry was completely inside and walked around the older man to take a seat on the white sofa, motioning him to do the same. Harry shook his head very slightly, and gestured to the wall of albums. “Do you mind?” he asked, and waited for Edward’s shrug before he moved over there to look closer. “Tchaikovsky?” Harry mumbled in surprise.


“You know his work?” Edward asked.


The dark haired man turned to the younger vampire with a smile across his face. “Of course… I found his Nutcracker composition especially engaging.”


Edward returned the smile hesitantly. “There aren’t very many people anymore who appreciate the genus that went into pieces.”


“Unfortunately.” Harry agreed as he moved to sit on the seat Edward had offered a few moments before.


“So…” Edward blew out. “I’m sure you didn’t come in here to comment on my taste in music.”


“No.” Harry said, amused.


“…”


“Well? Why did you come?”


“I want to get to know you a little bit better. I’ve spoken to Jasper quite a lot, same with Alice. Not so much with Emmett or Rosalie, but more with them than with you.
Carlisle talks about you so much, but I don’t really know anything about you. I’d like to.”


Edward continued to look at him, but didn’t say anything in response. Harry quirked an eyebrow at the continued silence. “And you really don’t know anything about me. Maybe we can get to know each other?”


The younger vampire dropped his eyes at the barb. He knew he hadn’t been fair to the man, but he really didn’t want to get to know him. Harry didn’t belong in their family—he’d never been there before and the rest of them all had their places… Harry was a stranger. He was intruding on their home and forcing himself into their setup. Edward liked how things were—he didn’t want them to change. He peered back up at the man and focused on his thoughts. To his great surprise, Edward didn’t get any exact words. Harry’s mind was odd—it was giving off a very calm and soothing vibe, but he couldn’t get anything solid. Again, Harry’s eyes flashed with amusement.


“There are very few people who have access to my mind—most of them are dead.” He stated serenely. The shock was clear on the young man’s face before he, again, dropped his eyes to the floor. “If you want to know something, feel free to ask.” Harry offered.


Eyebrows furrowed, Edward tried to think of the right way to say what he wanted without offending the older man. “How… Why now?” he finally asked simply.


“Why now, what? Why did I come here now?” At Edward’s nod, Harry continued. “That’s simple; I missed my mate.”


“Yea, I’ve got that.” Edward snapped. “But why now? From how I understand it, you walked out on Carlisle, so it’s your own fault you missed him. Why didn’t you come back fifty years ago, or ten years from now?”


Harry let him blow out his anger and waited for him to finish and calm down slightly before he answered. “Like I said, I missed my mate. Circumstances beyond my control forced me to leave you sire, stupidity caused me to waste exactly one hundred and twenty- three years without him. I didn’t come back fifty years ago because… I was a coward. I came back now rather than later because I couldn’t think of any other reason to stay away.”


Edward remained still and silent, digesting the honest answers he hadn’t expected to receive. He could actually feel the truth radiating from Harry, the same way the calmness had when he had probed his mind earlier—but still couldn’t pick up any thoughts.


“I can guess why you’re upset about me being here, or you could tell me.”


“I'm not upset about you being here.” Edward replied, breaking from his daze.


“Edward, I’ve been honest with you, I’d appreciate you returning the courtesy.”


“I'm not lying either.” He growled back.


“Ok…. Then I’ll guess. Let’s see… Jasper is married to Alice, Emmett is married to Rosalie… you and Carlisle were both single. I know that the two of you are extremely close, and that Carlisle thinks the world of you. I’d imagine that you two rely on each other, and now that I’m here you think he’ll forget you… am I close?”


“God, you just think you know everything, don’t you?!” Edward demanded softly, glaring at Harry from under his long bangs.


“No.” Harry whispered. “I’ve just been there.” Edward looked back up, eyes questioning, and so Harry explained. “When I was thirteen I met my godfather. Both of my parents had been dead for a long time, so it was a big deal for me. The first year we knew each other we were very close. He spoiled me, gave me the attention I’d never had, loved me like the father I never knew.”


“He’d been mated since he was sixteen, to a werewolf, but they were forced apart the same time my parents died. They didn’t see each other for twelve years and his mate believed him to be guilty of a terrible crime. A year after I met him, he and his mate reconciled, and got back together. It was great for them—they didn’t have to be alone anymore… but… I felt like he had forgotten me. Don’t get me wrong, we still wrote to each other, and I saw him once and a while, but it wasn’t the same.”


“We drifted apart, but I don’t think he even really realized it. He died when I was fifteen… and I learned more about him in that first year than the rest of the time he was alive. Edward, I’m not going to take Carlisle away from you like he was taken from me.”


The room was silent for nearly ten minutes. Edward spoke, hesitantly at first, but gaining confidence the more he said. “Carlisle is all I have. He… he saved me… My mother had died of the Spanish influenza, and I was, literally, on my death bed. We’ve been together since… well, except for a few years in the middle. You were right… Jasper had Alice and Em had Rose… Carlisle and I had each other. We use to sit together talking all night, or reading together in his study… we did everything together. And now, since you’ve been here, I have hardly seen him. You say you’re not going to take him? You already have.”


“You have a point.” Harry agreed. “But we’ve only just found each other again. Can you blame us for wanting to spend time getting to re-know one other?” Edward shrugged without comment. “Hey, if you want to spend time alone with him, say something. I promise not to get offended, ok?”


Edward met his eyes and, again, felt the honesty coming from the man. He felt the understanding and the compassion that was so similar to his sire… the two really were perfect together, he realized. Edward thought back over what Harry had said, and about how he had lost his godfather to his godfathers’ mate. He didn’t know if the man would keep his work, but he really wanted to believe him. He nodded his head in agreement, causing a true smile to cross Harry’s face as the green-eyed vampire stood to leave.


Harry reached out and squeezed Edward’s shoulder comfortingly before he moved to the door. As he left the room Edward’s voice called his name, urging him to stop. “Harry? Thanks.” Harry smiled one last time before he closed the door, leaving a thoughtful, but much more peaceful Edward behind.


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Later that night the family and Harry were watching a movie. It was called ‘Underworld’ and amused Harry immensely. Emmett was stilling in a large, comfortable looking chair with Rose sitting across his lap. Alice and Jasper were snuggled up on a loveseat and Harry and Carlisle were sitting together on the couch in the middle. Carlisle was sitting on the middle cushion with Harry on his left side, leaning completely on his mate. The older vampire had wrapped his strong arms around the smaller man and they were basking in each other’s presence.


Edward had yet to come down stairs but Harry knew he would need time to accept everything. He hadn’t planned on telling his mates oldest son about Sirius and Remus, but he was glad he did— especially if it helped him realize that Harry truly wasn’t there to take his father from him.


It was an hour into the movie that Harry heard nearly silent footsteps coming down the stairs and then into the room. He looked up at Edward, thus drawing Carlisle’s attention to his son. The older man smiled at him, withdrawing his right arm from Harry and holding it out invitingly to his childe. Edward walked slowly over and hesitantly took a seat beside his father. Carlisle didn’t hesitate to pull him into a one-armed hug, which Edward returned gladly.


‘Are you okay?’ Carlisle projected to him. Edward didn’t respond verbally but simply nodded his head, sending his father an accepting look. Carlisle smiled back in relief, pulling the two other men closer to him. To Carlisle, things were just about perfect. He had his children and his mate… the only thing that could make it better would be for his oldest to find his own mate. He knew he had hurt Edward once he had found out Harry was not only still alive, but close to him and looking for him. It hadn’t been his intention and he was determined to share his love and affection equally between his newly re-found mate and his family.


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Things had been going great—he was getting along with all of his mates children, and felt a growing affection for all of them. They were all… different… and had their own quirks that Harry was still getting use to. For example, Alice tended to fade out in the middle of a sentence and stare into space… it lasted from a couple of seconds to a couple of minutes. Then she would shake her head and finish what she was saying while shooting looks at the others. Harry found it odd but, after seeing some of the things he had, he was sure there was a reason behind it—and he wasn’t going to pry.


The truth was, he had always dreamt of having a large family; a wife, a few children, maybe a dog. Once he had realized he was gay, the dream changed to a husband, children and a dog. When Harry met Carlisle that dream changed into a desperate desire. He wanted, more than anything else, to have a family with his mate. He had researched any and all ways for it to happen, and had found that the two of them could adopt with a muggle type adoption, perform a magical adoption, find a segregate, and after countless hours searching had found that there was an experimental potion that would allow a male to become pregnant.


He had thought it all through, even worked out how he was going to bring the idea up to his lover—all the while fighting his war and dreaming of the day when it would be over and he could go back to his vampire. Then he was turned… and he didn’t think it would ever happen. Harry had tried to make himself forget all about it, he had even succeeded to a certain extent. Not sleeping helped.


Those desires were all flooding back now. Obviously, the five childer weren’t really children, and Harry had no part in raising them like a real parent— but he was older than all of them, and he was with their sire. He wanted them to look up to him and trust him like they all did to Carlisle. Jasper already did to a certain extent with Alice following, and Edward was coming around. Emmett and Rosalie didn’t yet, but they did respect him.


Harry had been getting closer to all of them as time went on, and he and Carlisle were slowly beginning to regain the trust and familiarity they use to have. There had been a brief setback when Harry had left while Carlisle was at work. He had taken his car back to his apartment in Port Angeles in order to gather some of his cloths and other things to take back to the house. He planned on being back before anyone returned home but had gotten caught behind an accident on the freeway.


The longer he had been stuck the more he thought about simply leaving his car and running back to the house but there was no way in hell he was going to leave his much beloved Aston Martin on the side of such a busy road. He cursed himself repeatedly for not thinking a cell phone important enough to buy—after all, his mate had refused to let him live in his apartment, insisting he move into their house. This was the first time he had left the property since arriving there and he thought he would be gone for a couple of hours—tops.

He had even tried to move to the outside lane and get off at an exit, where he could leave his car and get back quickly. Unfortunately, he had been driving along the inside lane and no one was feeling generous enough to leave him room to get over.


He had finally gotten back to the house, nearly five hours later, to find his lover furious and hurt. The man looked like he couldn’t decide whether to hit him or hug him when he walked through the door—thankfully he had chosen to hug him. It had, however, been extremely tense in the house until Harry managed to explain where he had gone. Carlisle handed him a cell phone the next day.


They still hadn’t made love, or gone any further than kissing and affectionate touches, but mentally they were getting closer and closer with every minute spent together. The family couldn’t have been happier… Edward even got to spend his time with Carlisle. Harry was more than willing to sit outside and draw or watch TV with the others while the two caught up on their lives. Things were perfect—it was only too bad that perfection never lasts.


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