Mortal child (HPXTw)

Harry was tired.
No, tired is an understatement, he was exhausted and had had enough.
You may now wonder why the greatest hero and savior of the wizarding world, who just after the war was elevated to a level almost equal to that of a god, felt this way. Well, the answer is simple, he didn't want to be a hero. It is said that we always want something different than we get, and it was no different with him, many people would do a lot for fame on the level of Harry Potter. But Harry himself wanted something different, he wanted peace, a home, a family...
This could go on and on because he wanted many things like any average teenager, which despite the myth of greatness he was, but fame, greatness, or glory was not on his list. Okay, enough repeating the same thing in different words, I think you get the point.
Harry, when he was praised had always recalled the moments before magic when he was "just Harry" and, sometimes regretted not staying that way. he wished he could just walk away and be him again. But then the Dark Lord came back and Harry couldn't just walk away. However, he had been quietly planning something for some time, the war interrupted it however, and now when it was over the plan was ready.
-I—I—I-
Contrary to popular belief Harry did not live with his aunt and uncle at all, they had given him away before his third birthday. Even though they were his only living family, related to him by blood, these people hated him. He was left on their doorstep and they didn't have the slightest desire to take care of him, and they showed it in all its glory, of course not in front of their neighbors they had to be perfect in their eyes. Many of the neighbors did not even realize that there were two children living in the house at Private Drive 4. Harry had almost no memory of his aunt and uncle, all he knew was that they thought he was the worst, most disgusting creature on the planet, if it weren't for the fact that they had given him up, Harry wasn't sure if he would have lived to the age of five. He spent almost six months in the orphanage when he was adopted by his family, and he heard these stories many times. All the children at the orphanage had an annual medical check-up and it was there that he first met his father.
Carlisle Cullen helped with a flu epidemic at London's orphanages he met a child unlike any he had ever met before and over the centuries he would have counted a few, at first glance the child seemed quite normal but it was not. This almost four-year-old child was very thin and did not behave appropriately for her age. this little boy was quiet and stayed away from the other children. His eyes so piercingly emerald seemed to glow when they were on the edge of Carlisle's sight and the fact that the child had no smell made him look like a ghost wandering the halls of an orphanage. If it wasn't for the green color of the eyes Carlisle would have thought the little one was a vampire. It took him a while for the child to trust him and when he did he felt sorry to unglue the strange child from himself but he couldn't stay there or just take Harry with him. at least he thought so because after over a month of visiting the boy and looking at how alive he gets when they are together, he and Esme decided to take him in. The ladies looking after the children, seeing that they had already raised four other adopted children, didn't even ask too many questions and seemed content to get rid of one of the children at the age when they needed the most attention especially one as weird as they thought Harry was. And just like that, the great Harry Potter ended up in one house with six vampires.
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A year after taking Harry in, the family moved out of London and settled in a small town near Oregon, the years passed peacefully and Harry grew up in a loving home. When six years later on Harry's eleventh birthday a letter arrived from the school of magic and wizardry the family wasn't as surprised as they seemed to think they should be, aside from the fact that they were vampires strange things were always happening around Harry. A long time ago when Emet was playing football with Harry he forgot himself and kicked the ball way too hard, as the ball flew towards the boy it disappeared, it just evaporated before it could reach him, another time when Esme wanted to dress him in a sweater for a Christmas photo, despite his protests the sweater started to shrink until it reached a size suitable for a doll. Another thing was that they could not smell his blood, after some time they learned to smell him but not the blood itself. Edward couldn't read his mind, Alice couldn't see his future only Jasper could feel his emotions but still couldn't influence them.
The Cullens agreed to let the boy go to school, but because they lived in America the school had to send someone to pick him up, when an old lady in a pointy hat arrived outside their house Harry confronted her alone as the rest of the family preferred not to take any chances of being discovered on a sunny day, which this was. After returning from Hogwarts, Harry was always more serious, but the Cullens thought it was because he missed his friends about whom he told them so much. They never meet anyone from Magic World until harry's fourth year when Remus came to pick him up and take him to the Weasleys so he could go with them to the Quidditch World Cup. But this was the first and only meeting of a magic person for some time.
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Remus Lupin agreed to help with transporting Harry from his house to his friend's house mainly because Sirius said that if not Remus he would do it himself, and Sirius doesn't joke about things concerning Harry.
When before nine o'clock in the morning, a few minutes too early, he appeared in front of the modern, beautiful, glass house in the forest he felt a slight uneasiness as if he shouldn't be there. The place was sunny but he knew from Harry's stories that it was very cloudy and rainy almost always. Though the boy maintained that it didn't bother him at all he saw how Harry enjoyed every sunny day at Hogwarts. He walked calmly to the door letting the morning dew fall from trees on his robe, he knocked remaining ready. After several seconds the door was opened by a man with very light skin and blond hair, he could not see his face because the man turned his face towards the inside of the house.
"Harry, someone's for you" shouted in a soft voice
"I'm coming" Harry's voice answered from inside the building
And then the man turned to face him. It would be wrong to say that this was what Remus had expected, the face quite pale, quite out of keeping with his age, those eyes, almost glowing and that coldness beating from the body. The man before him was a vampire, the truest blood-sucking murderer and his best friend's son lived with him. His hand quickly shot out of his pocket applying his wand to the neck of the monster who took a step back also seemingly surprised. Remus knew not to lose sight of such a one even for a second, he pressed his wand tighter to his neck, the man in front of him could kill him every second.
"Harry, hurry up," shouted the panicked werewolf
"Harry don't come out" the vampire shouted right after him
Esme disturbed by the situation walked to the door and saw a man pointing his wand at her husband, just as she was about to say something the man's eyes widened even more and he pointed his wand alternately at her and Carlisle.
Then Harry ran down the stairs followed by a boy no older than 17 with brown hair, but he too had the same golden eyes.
„Professor, put down your wand," said Harry when he saw the scene at the entrance
"Get away from him" shouted Remus to Edward who was walking right behind Harry, aiming his wand at him as well
„Professor… professor " Harry tried to say something but was quickly silenced by his former teacher who didn't even glance at him
"Harry get out of there as fast as you can" he said without taking his eyes off the vampires in the room.
"Profe..." Harry tried once again but was cut off even earlier
"Harry co..." Lupin get cut this time
"Professor Lupin look at me, you have to listen to me" For the first time, no one was going to attack him unexpectedly.
"Put down your wand, I'm leaving in a minute" he said calmly this time
Lupin listened to Harry and hesitantly lowered his wand though he continued to hold it tightly in his grasp. Harry walked slowly over to the vampire he saw first then whispered something in his ear, grabbed his luggage, and gave him a quick hug.
"Harry"
"I'm leaving professor, I told you, no need to hurry me now" threw the boy dispassionately letting go of the vampire
Harry looked back and waved to the others then, walked out of the house passing the Werewolf and closing the door in front of him. Lupin still confused took a moment to come to his senses, he turned quickly and ran up to the boy walking along the path to the edge of the forest.
"Harry, who was it, why were you there, who gave you permission to be there?"
"If you want to know these were my parents and brother. I was there probably for the fact that I have lived with them for about ten years. To answer your last question, I think adoption is authorized by the family court or something like that "
"Who allowed... does anyone know you live with monsters?" further he murmured
Harry stopped in his tracks and a wave of anger went through his whole body, he turned to Remus and said firmly „They're not monsters, I thought from all the people I know you would understand"
„But Harry they are dangerous"
"Don't you think that if they wanted to hurt me, they had plenty of opportunities? Besides, throughout my entire life after Voldemort, they were the only people who cared if I was still alive" Harry said with a very serious face but he didn't look at Remus. his gaze was fixed behind him as if he was deliberately avoiding looking him in the eye
„Harry" Remus said excitedly. „You can't say things like that"
Harry lingered on him a little longer than would be comfortable in this situation but after this no matter what Remus tried to tell him, he seemed not to listen and didn't speak to his former teacher for a long time.
That day there was an argument the likes of which Harry had never witnessed in his life, or at least what he remembered, everyone was shouting at each other, at him, and at everything that moved. It only got worse when it turned out that there weren't three vampires as Lupin thought at first, but six, each arguing wanting something different as a result. Dumbledore wanted Harry to go back to his uncles, Mrs. Weasley wanted Harry to stay with them and Remus wanted him to stay with him and Sirius. Eventually, Dumbledore ended the argument by saying that he would decide at the end of the upcoming school year, Harry's Fourth Year at Hogwarts. Harry couldn't believe they wanted to take him away from the only people who cared for him and worried about him. no matter what he tried to tell them, no one listened.
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It was in the fourth year that things started to break down, letters from family slowly stopped coming and even when they came they became more and more cold and distant. Instead of the normal one per week, one per two weeks, then one per three weeks, one per month, and then none for a long time. After a gap of several months, a letter finally arrived, it was in the afternoon on the day of the Yuel ball, Harry thought it was a reply to the greetings he had sent two days earlier, but it wasn't. Harry didn't go to the ball that night, one of the Patil sisters took offense at him, Mrs. McGonagall gave him an hour-long speech, and eventually, he was given detention for a month at Snape's for bringing the school into disrepute but that wasn't important to him at that moment. He spent the whole ball and night crying in one of the empty halls, the letter from his family but it was far from a well-wishing letter, it said in short that they didn't want to have anything more to do with him, that he should never see them again, write to them or contact them in any other way. At first, he thought it was a joke, he didn't believe it. After all, they were his family, the only ones who cared for him. He didn't know what he did to make them hate him so much, he always tried to be as good as he could but this wasn't the first time when everything he could do turned out to be not enough. He never did anything bad to his aunt and uncle, but they hated him too. Maybe it was because they were vampires and it was their way of playing with humanity, after all, ten years for them was like the blink of an eye. Harry quickly despised himself for thinking like that, even if it was just toying with him, these were the happiest years of his life and this life wasn't going to last very long anyway. Maybe that was the reason, maybe they found out that he was going to die soon anyway and decided they wouldn't waste their time on him, maybe it was a good thing his parents died because of him and he didn't want anyone else to get hurt. Maybe staying away from him was safer or maybe Harry was a person who was impossible to like or love
It broke him, he had no home, no family, no one. It didn't help that almost every Hogwarts student seemed to hate him then or that the other Hogwarts representative Cedric Diggory could pass for Edward's twin brother, nor did the fact that he was watching him die that year.
However, that was the past, and the important thing is the present. Now the war was over, Voldemort had fallen and Harry was finally free. He had no obligation to anyone and this is where our story begins.