Excentryke's Musings

Title: Harry/Jake Vignettes
Author: ExcentrykeMuse
Fandoms: Harry Potter Series / Twilight Saga
Pairings: Harry/Jacob Black, Bella/Edward
Rating: PG 13 for language
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: no Reneesme, EWE, language, adoption, character abduction
Prompt: for Emily Peacock who wanted Harry Potter / Jacob Black.  It’s only a vignette, but I hope you enjoy.

White Wolf

Sam told Jake to go so he’d have a reason to miss Bella’s wedding to Fuckward.  At first Jake was angry, but as the day approached, he couldn’t bear to see Bella so happy to be married to a bloodsucker.

He transformed into his wolf form and ran all the way to Quebec.

He wasn’t even sure he was on tribal land when he came upon a beach and saw a youth bathing in the Atlantic Ocean.  He was tall with a smooth pale stomach and curling dark hair.  He came up out of the water and flicked his green eyes toward Jake.

“Don’t watch,” he commanded in the voice of a young man whose voice had yet to fully deepen.  “Packmates give each other privacy.”

His eyelids fluttered and he dipped back under the water.

Jake was struck dumb.  It was as if the entire world reoriented itself on this bathing beauty and the rest of the planet fell away.  Transforming, he quickly put on his shorts and walked out toward the rippling tide, despite the Canadian wind.  The seafoam tickled his toes and Jake watched as the youth came up for air, his hair flicking with sea water.  He looked up at Jake and paused.  “You’re not Innu.”

Jake blushed.  “No.  I’m Quileute.  I’m here for the Peace talks.”

“O-oh.”  He ran a hand down his face.  “I think they’re further down the beach.”  He tipped his head to the side.  “I’m Harry.  Harry Potter.”

“Jacob Black.  Jake.”

“Jake,” Harry reiterated, dipping down so that only his head poked out of the water.  “You better get going.”

Hesitating, Jake looked over at Harry, but he had already dipped beneath the waves again.  He watched the waves for several moments, before turning down the beach and going to find the rest of the Peace talks.

Harry was indeed among the other wolves, but Jake did not see him transform.  He wore feathers in his hair and the local Chieftain placed his hand on Harry’s back while invoking the Great Spirit.

“Why do you have a pale skin among you?” Jacob asked the pack leader when they were eating dinner.

Harry was dancing around the campfire with a girl with long black hair who was clearly Innu.

“Harry is our prince,” the pack leader answered back, a growl to his voice.  “The chieftain found him on the doorstep of a house in England, callously left there in the middle of the night by the pale faces, and took him back home with us.  We adopted him in the ways of our people.  He’s a wolf runner.”

Jake looked over at him in astonishment.  “Harry runs with the wolves even though he is a pale face?”

“Our magic is strong.”

Their eyes held for a long moment and Jake nodded in understanding.  He returned his attention to Harry who was laughing happily.

Not everyone had arrived for the Peace talks, so Jake wondered how he could possibly get to Harry, who was constantly surrounded by friends and tribe members.  The pack, also, seemed to always be moving around him.  Jake wondered at his position in the pack.  Harry was young, fourteen, fifteen.  He wondered if Harry was a leader, or if he would take control of the pack once he was older.

At times he thought he would notice Harry looking in his direction, but whenever he would look back, Harry would be absorbed in a conversation or laughing with a friend.  It was all wishful thinking. 

The Peace talks were set up on the beach and they were rooming in teepees, so Jake crawled into his a couple of hours before dawn.  He wasn’t aware, at first, that he wasn’t alone until a small body crawled in next to him and a feather tickled his nose.

“You’ve been watching me,” Harry murmured in the darkness in the teepee.

Jake was so startled he sat up and pushed away.

Harry sat up, too, falling into himself, his green eyes nonetheless shining in the darkness.

“H-Harry?” Jake asked.

There was silence for a long moment and then there was a shift closer.  “I’m here.”

“Is Chief Eagle Feather going to kill me for despoiling you?” Jake asked seriously, looking out the teepee flap, out toward the Atlantic Ocean and the stars beyond.

“Father wouldn’t do that without speaking to me,” Harry promised, although he didn’t sound all too sure himself.  “I think.”

Jake blew air out of his nose.  “I’m glad you came,” he admitted.

“Are you?” Harry asked.

Jake shifted a little closer.  “Of course I am,” Jake sighed, reaching out and pushing a feather behind Harry’s ear.  “You’re so—wondrous.  You’re so free and happy.  I’ve never seen someone so full of life.”

Harry glanced up at him, the light of his eyes shining in the darkness.  “Father says these Peace talks are important.  We have strange happenings in these regions. He’s afraid it’s vampires.”

Grimacing, Jake murmured, “We’ll help you any way we can.  Our vampires,” he spit out the word, “are a bit strange.  They claim to be vegetarians.”

“Vegetarians?” Harry asked, his voice curious.

“They only eat from animals and—and they try to assimilate with humans.  One’s even getting married to a human girl.  Er, yesterday.  It happened yesterday.”

Harry gasped.  “How can you let that happen?”

“Short of abducting her, there was no way to stop it,” Jake admitted.  “I tried to abduct her on several occasions, but she wasn’t Quileute.”  He reached up and touched the side of Harry’s face, staring into the brightness of his eyes.  “I would never let any harm come to you.”

Harry laughed.  “You cannot stop harm from coming to me, especially when you are not here.”

“I don’t intend to leave,” Jake declared and a silence suddenly fell on them.

Jake carefully dropped his hand, but Harry leaned toward him.

“What is this?” Harry whispered.

“It’s called imprinting.  Do you not have it?”

“No.”  Harry’s voice was small and confused.

“Our spirit wolves,” Jake explained, “imprint on someone who becomes their entire life’s focus.  They instantly love everything about them.  They’re perfect for the wolf.  You’re perfect.”

“We can’t—mate,” Harry stated carefully.

“What does that matter?” Jake asked.  “You have brothers, surely, who can carry on the family line.”  Harry was also adopted, so he couldn’t carry on the family line, anyway.  Jake had Black cousins.  He wasn’t needed.

“Yes,” Harry answered carefully.

“See?” Jake asked before he leaned in and kissed Harry for the first time.  He didn’t see stars behind his eyes, but the world stopped spinning, and all was as it should be.

The End