"You have to leave, my friend. You have to leave soon. The Dark Lord no longer trusts you; he knows that no matter what he does to you, you will choose your son over him. He told us that we were to kill you on sight."

Lucius Malfoy looked at his long time friend, Severus Snape, and nodded his head. "Thank you," he said, "Draco and I shall leave as soon as we can... But where should we go? The Dark Lord has long since known of all of my manors around the world. I can go nowhere under my name that he would overlook."

The Potions professor thought about it. "You must not go anywhere that you frequent. You cannot stay somewhere under your name. It must be small and... quaint..." He looked at his friend steadily. "You must humble yourself Lucius; the Dark Lord knows how refined your tastes are. He knows that wealth is part of your blood, so you must go somewhere unknown, somewhere poor. He would never look for you there."

Lucius looked a little sick to his stomach. "I know of no such place Severus; you know I don't."

Severus thought some more. "I know of a place; it's in America. An old friend of Dumbledore's lives their with his family. This town means nothing to the Dark Lord."

"It is decided then. Draco and I shall go there... tonight. What is the name of this place, Severus?"

"Forks, Washington. I'm sure Hogwarts has more people inside its walls then this small town has in it's perimeter. Many Americans have never even heard of it; you should be safe there."

"Thank you Severus, once again. Can you help Draco and I prepare before you return to the old man?"

Severus chuckled and clapped his friend on the back. "Of course I'll help you, old friend. You and my godson are the only family I have." He offered him a smile as they left the room.

TLA

Draco Malfoy could not stop the curling of his lip as he looked around the disgusting house. It was so small... His room at Malfoy Manor was bigger than this.

"Here, Father? Really? Is this a servant's house?" He crossed his arms over his black-clothed chest. "It smells odd in here."

Lucius sighed as he stood next to his son. "I know, Son, I know." He looked at Severus, who was smiling at them. "You are certainly enjoying this aren't you?" He glared.

"Of course I am, Lucius. The looks on your faces..." He chuckled. "I swear you make it look as if I'm making you live in a barn filled with goblins."

"I thought they were waiting for us upstairs," Draco mumbled under his breath.

Lucius popped his son on the shoulder. "Gentlemen do not mumble, Draco. We may be leaving our wealth behind, but you will not forget your place."

"Yes, Father."

Lucius smiled then. "Good boy." He removed his expensive dark-green travel cloak and laid it gently on top of his only suitcase. It was the cleanest place to lay it... "Now... Severus and Draco. I will not be staying here unless we can clean it up some. Honestly, the Dark Lord is preferable to this..." Severus and Draco rolled their eyes. "Well!" Lucius snapped. "Get to work! You need to get as much done as you can before you have to return to England, Severus."

Draco laughed at his godfather's expression before slinging an arm over the man's shoulders. "You heard, Father... Let's get to work."

A few hours and spells later...

"It actually looks better, Father," Draco said as he sat down on a lavish leather sofa. His silver-grey eyes traveled over the living room; it was still small but it certainly looked elegant and nice. They had made the walls a mint green color and had fine black furniture. There was no TV, but there was a large bookcase filled with books. There were a few electric lights and also a few grand candles; the floor was a dark, smooth wood. The rest of the house looked similar: black, greens, silvers. There were two bathrooms and they were spotlessly white.

"It certainly does," the man replied. "The outisde is dreadful, but I shall let it go because we are hiding after all. Well Severus, you may go."

The tall, dark-haired man nodded. "Yes..." He shook Lucius' hand and pulled a reluctant Draco into a hug. "I shall drop by when I can. Draco, I have enrolled you into the highschool here. Lucius, I assumed you would still wish to run the Malfoy affairs so that is what you shall do. You are the only wizards here, so I know that I do not have to warn you to keep it secret. Goodbye." And with a loud 'pop' he disappeared.

Draco sighed and retreated to his room. "Goodnight, Father."

The Slytherin Prince's room was the second biggest bedroom in the house. It was on the second floor. The walls were plain but dark; the bed was large and canopied by sheer black material; he had Slytherin colors for pillows; the floor was polished and dark with a simple black rug; and the window was draped with deep green curtians that would block out most of the sunlight. He wanted his room to be like his room at Hogwarts: Slytherin and dark. He liked the colors because it reminded him of a forrest at night, which had always fascinated him.

The forrest was the only thing Forks had going for it in his opinion. It was a small town with few people. Their were no other wizards; he had to live in a poor home. He knew it was wrong of him, but he liked money. He liked having servants and large (and many) houses. He liked the jealous looks people would shoot him when they saw him.

Forks was going to be a nightmare... And high school? What the hell was he supposed to do in a muggle school? He didn't care about muggle history or mathematics; he could do math expertly. And English? Literature? Language? He could probably out score the fucking teachers!

He removed his shirt and sat down in the middle of his floor, on the soft carpet. He took a deep, calming breath...

He needed to calm down and make the best of the situation...

Breathe in...

Breathe out...

Because his time at Hogwarts, and always getting into figths with Potter, his father had made him see someone about controlling his temper. Lucius said that respectable wizards did not lose their tempers and fight petty, schoolboy battles. His therapist suggested relaxed breathing exercises and some form of hand to hand combat training. He had chosen meditation exercises to breathe, and multiple forms of tae-kwon-do to release his angry energy. He became a much calmer person afterwards...

In...

Out...

When he was relaxed, and no longer cursing inside his head, he changed into some pajamas and got into bed; he needed a good night's sleep if he would be attending a public school in the morning...

TLA

"So I shall not be attending school?" Draco asked with relief.

He had woken up from his sleep and taken a shower. He fixed his hair, got dressed, and followed the aroma of a hot breakfast down the stairs to the kitchen where his father was preparing the food. He hadn't even known that his father could actaully cook, the muggle way with no magic. Lucius had placed a large plate of food before him at the table and told him not to dawdle if they were going to make it out of town on time. He had assumed that this meant that he would not be going to school that day.

Lucius laughed. "You shall still be going to school," he said, "Just not to that dreadful public school." He said it with a kind of shudder, like he couldn't imagine his son ever going to a place like that.

Draco looked at him, confused. "I did my research, Father, and Forks High School is the only school in this awful place for me to go."

"I'm very proud that you checked, but you are mistaken. There is another school just on the outskirts of town, on a Native American reservation. Severus and I discovered that these Native Americans, the Quilettes, are an ancient bloodline that may have once been magic weilders." He smiled at his son. "Plus, we think it would be much easier to make sure that you're safe on this reservation."

"But how did you two get me into that school? I'm not a Native American," Draco said, hoping that his father and godfather really hadn't been so stupid as to miss that little fact.

Lucius laughed again. "You must thank Severus for that one, Son. He had to use quite a bit of charm potions and make up a story for them to allow you to attend." He laughed some more; apparently, it was that funny.

"What story?" Draco asked suspiciously.

"He told the leaders of the reservation that you were ill and that their school was the closest one to our house. He told them that you could not be home-schooled because I had too many jobs to work and I just could not stay home and teach you. He also told them that you had to use a wheelchair and that neither he nor I could afford to get you a tutor who could just teach you, and other such nonsense."

"He wants them to think that we're poor and that I'm cripple!" Draco exclaimed. "What the bloody-"

"Draco Lucian Malfoy!" Lucius snapped. "You watch your mouth when speaking to me or any other elder."

"Sorry, Father," the younger Malfoy said almost sheepishly. "I apologize."

Lucius nodded. "Good," he said. "Now... I know that his story is a little far-fetched, but you know Severus; he loves messing with you. And I do suppose that I could have made him tone it down some, but you know how hard it's been on him since that Potter woman's death. He and Lily were very dear friends; in fact, she often helped him prank those fools Sirius and James." He sighed. "Severus became the man he is today because of her loss; he used to be much more sociable and fun, believe it or not. And if he gets a little piece of his old self back by messing with you, then I think you can suffer through it," he finished with a smile.

Draco nodded. He loved his godfather, but, "A wheelchair, Father? Must I really use one?"

Lucius laughed again, which was odd because Draco could not remember his father ever laughing this much. "You will, but only for a little while. Severus told them that your doctors were confident that you would be able to walk again on your own soon."

Draco sighed and stood from the table to put his plate in the sink. At least his father and godfather would get come sort of pleasure from his pain. He didn't want to look like a frail little weakling in front of a bunch of muggles. A fucking wheelchair! What the hell! Really!

He stomped his way back up the stairs until his father reminded him that gentlemen did not stomp, then he just walked heavily. He grabbed the annoying little bookbag thing that his father had given him from his bed and walked back downstairs in time to see his father transfiguring one of the comfy looking chairs into a wheelchair.

'At least I'll be comfortable in my misery,' he thought, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

It was going to be hell today; he could just feel it.

TLA

The entire school was buzzing, but maybe since it wasn't that big of a school the news that was floating around wasn't as big as it seemed.

Jacob Black turned to the closest person to him and asked, "What's going on? What's everyone fussing about?"

The little guy, because Jacob towered over him, looked up at him almost nervously (it was a downside to the wolf gene; it made people nervous around him). "A new student is here, from off the reservation."

Off the reservation? "That's weird, why?" he questioned.

"No one knows. He's in the office. We all thought that maybe he had lived here once and is now moving back, but he looks nothing like us. There couldn't possibly be any Indian in him at all."

Jacob raised an eyebrow and looked to his friends, Embry and Quil. "Oh? What does he look like?"

"Pale, really pale," the boy began. A bell rang. "I need to go," he said, running away quickly.

"Really pale?" Embry repeated. "You don't think..."

"No," Jacob replied. "We'd smell it then..."

"Do you think he could be a threat?" Quil asked.

"There's only one way to find out," Jacob replied. "We need to see him. If he is a threat to our pack then we shall know and we can get rid of him. That was the lunch bell wasn't it?"

Embry looked at his watch, surprised. "Damn!" he exclaimed. "We get here later and later every day! Pretty soon, Sam is going to have us out of school completely... All these damn patrols..."

Quil laughed. "Not if my mom has anything to say about it; she'll have him in school eventually, and he's graduated!"

All three of them laughed before Jacob started to head towards the lunchroom. "We should go to lunch now and declare this guy as a friend or foe. We need to get to him before Paul does because if he is a threat then Paul will out us all." The other two nodded and followed behind their friend.

TLA

Draco sighed as he sat a table all by himself in the dingy little lunchroom. He wanted to glare at everyone who felt the need to stare at him, but all he could do was smile sweetly. Why the fuck his father wanted him to act the way he was acting was beyond him. Why couldn't he be himself while in the fucking wheelchair?

When Lucius pulled the car out of the driveway, and Draco didn't even know his father knew how to drive or that they even had a car (he must have used magic), he looked at Draco sternly. "You must be nice," he said. "No sneering. No glaring. No harsh words. I know that you don't want to do this, and I know that the last thing you want to do is look even weaker then you do, but I want you to try. I know that it's a lot to ask of you, but try to look sweet and nice. Give everyone big smiles. Talk softly. Be polite. I don't want you losing your temper and making enemies of the humans. We have enough enemies already. Okay? And don't forget your manners. Do you understand?"

Draco had nodded, all the while cursing in his head. Why him? Wasn't it bad enough that he had left his nice homes and friends? No, apparently it wasn't; he had to be submissive and use a wheelchair. It was all his godfather's fault!

Something seemed to sizzle in the air... He was suddenly very aware of another's presence... Which was odd. His body was on high alert; what did that mean? It didn't feel malicious; in fact, it felt important and good.

He turned his head, and there at the door of the lunchroom, were three very large Native American boys. They were huge! But, the one in the middle was the one that had the biggest presence. Draco saw all of the boys, but he could only look at the one in the middle... He had short dark hair, and large muscles. He had big, surprised, brown eyes that were staring right into Draco's own silver ones...

The sizzling in the air only seemed to increase with their eyes locked.

Jacob stood in the doorway and just stared into those stormy silver eyes... Before his eyes had been taken prisoner, he had seen pale skin and white/blonde hair. Then, the stranger turned around and he was met with swirling silver eyes that he just couldn't look away from... It suddenly felt like everything in his life made sense; he felt like he had found a missing piece of his heart that he hadn't even known was missing...

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, he realized that he'd imprinted... on another guy...

Without a second thought, he turned and ran from the room, leaving three very confused people behind...

TLA

Draco watched as two of the three Native American boys he had seen made their way over to him. The one that he had been staring at had just run away. He shook off the odd feeling he felt and tried to smile at the two intruders.

They both seemed to stumble a little when he smiled, but they smiled in return and sat down at his table with him. He held his tongue and didn't ask them what the hell they thought they were doing. Instead, he said, "Hello. How are you?"

One of them replied. "I'm Embry; this is Quil. And we're good," he said. "And you?"

I want you to go the hell away... "I'm Draco Malfoy. And I've been better," he gestured to his wheelchair with a small smirk. Feel guilty bitches.

The one, Quil, seemed surprised. "Wow... I didn't even notice your chair. Did you break a leg or something?"

Draco shook his head. "I'm sick and I haven't built up enough strength in my legs yet. But my doctors say that I may be able to walk soon." Why was he talking to them? Why? What did they want? Was there a polite way to ask?

"I'm sorry," Embry said, looking at him sympathetically. "Being sick must suck."

Like he'd never been sick before? Draco decided to change the subject. "Weren't there three of you?" he questioned. Just leave me the hell alone. Dammit!

"There was indeed," Embry replied. "Our friend Jacob. We don't know what happened to him; probably really had to take a shit." The other one, Quil, burst out laughing.

Draco felt his lips quirk for real, so he smiled a real smile. "Are you allowed to talk about him like that? It looked to me that he could beat both your asses." Oops... That wasn't gentlemen language; oh well. One slip would not hurt him.

Quil laughed some more before he answered. "He could, but what he doesn't know can't hurt us, right Embry?" The other one nodded and laughed.

Draco really wanted to know why they were talking to him. He had been just fine by himself. "So... And please don't think I'm being rude," Think that all you want!, "But why did you decide to come over here with me? Don't you have friends you could have sat with? Everyone else seems to be fine with just staring."

Embry looked at him for a moment before he smiled. "We wanted to know if you were the type of guy who causes trouble; people from off the reservation usually are." He had a look in his eyes that said there was much more to the story.

"Well," Draco said, patting the arm of his chair, "Unless you write me up for a few hit and runs, we should be good. No trouble from me." He offered a smile. Now will you go away?

At the same time, both of the boys' heads perked up, like they had heard something. Draco hadn't heard anything...

"Well it was nice meeting you." Embry said, standing up. Quil did the same. "Maybe we'll catch you around." The both waved before rushing out of the room.

What weird muggles...

TLA

Jacob was waiting outside of the cafeteria when Embry and Quil appeared. He was pacing and running his hands through his dark hair.

"What happened, man?" Quil questioned worriedly.

"Yeah. Why the hell did you just run off like that?" Embry added.

Jacob paused, looked at them, and began to walk off; he knew they would follow.

"Hey! Tell us what happened!"

When they reached the woods and were hidden by all of the brush and trees, he turned on them suddenly. "I imprinted!" he exclaimed. He began to pace again.

"On who!" they both exclaimed with smirks.

Jacob looked at them... He couldn't say it... What would they think? How the hell could he have imprinted on another guy? How was that even possible.

It seemed that giving them no reply at all actually gave them their answer.

"On Draco!" Embry shot out.

Jacob's heart beat sped up at the name. "I didn't know his name..."

"Oh my gods, dude," Quil said. "He's a guy. Are you sure?"

Jacob sighed and nodded. "I'm pretty damn sure, Quil. I took one look into those silver eyes and suddenly everything seemed to be right in the world. I couldn't think of a single sad thing and the thought of ever feeling pain seemed foolish; how could I feel pain with him in my life? What the hell am I supposed to do!"

"Let's go talk to Sam," Embry said, beginning to pull his clothes off. "You should talk to him about it."

Jacob nodded solemnly and began to strip as well; Quil did the same. They just hid their clothes beneath a bush and phased into three very large wolves.

Almost immediately, all three of them could hear Sam's voice in their heads. Go to my house; I'll meet you there.

They ran off towards the alpha's house...

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