Harry Potter and the Imprinted Animagus:

The World Behind The World

A HP/Twilight Crossover

By: WingedSeerWolf

Beta: Mystic Sharman

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Summary: When Harry goes on vacation to get away after defeating Voldemort, he gets drawn into the world of Vampires and Shapeshifters.

Part 1 of 4

Book I: Harry Potter and the Imprinted Animagus: The world Behind The World

Book II: Harry Potter and the Imprinted Animagus: The Return of the Wolf Pack

Book III: Harry Potter and the Imprinted Animagus: The Pack and Coven Alliance

Book IV: Harry Potter and the Imprinted Animagus: The Families Tale

Rating: M

Parings: Harry/Jacob; Bella/Edward; Seth/Sam; Seth/Hermione

WARNING: THIS IS A SLASH SERIES! THIS WILL HAVE MPREG!

DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!

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Chapter 1: The Journey

"Expelliarmus!" I yelled out. I am a young black haired, and emerald eyed male who was currently slightly disheveled with cuts, bruises along with dirt and dust caked to his face. I am was wearing a long sleeve shirt and pants with tennis shoes. I had once upon a time wore thick round glasses that had once made myself seem younger but now, I now wear contacts that make me look more handsome as my eyes stand out more.I am almost of a height that stood just shy of six feet and had a slight body frame that relied more on speed than strength. My name is Harry Potter and I was just in the middle of a pitched battle that had lasted the better part of almost two years. I remembered well how it had all started.

Flashback….

This battle, more like war started almost two years previously when I was kidnapped at the age of fourteen during the reemergence of the Triwizard Tournament in which I was an unwilling participant against three older students who were all seventeen. Victor Krum of Durmstrang Academy, Fleur Delacour of Beaubatons School of Magic and Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff House from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry of which I was also a student and from Gryffindor House.

Harry had watched as Peter Pettigrew had killed Cedric Diggory and forced Harry to participate in an extremely dark ritual that combined necromancy and blood magic to create a homunculus body for the wraith spirit of Voldemort, who was the murderer of Harry's parents, Lilly and James Potter at the age of one, and the Darkest Wizard of the Modern Age.

I had escaped with Cedric's body and tried to warn everyone about Voldemort's return, but only Albus Dumbledore had truly believed me and the following summer, two Dementors had tried to silence me, but I had staved them off with a Patronus Charm and had had a full blown criminal trial in front of the wizarding worlds high court, the Wizengamot, to which I was thankfully found not guilty, even though Minister Fudge had his toadies and tried to railroad me into the ground.

As a consequence of his actions the previous June, I found my fifth year at Hogwarts to be dismal in the way of Delores Umbridge, the Minister's Undersecretary who had made it her distinct pleasure to force feed the school a Ministry approved curriculum, which included reading from the text she had assigned but practicing no spells.

To which, three fourths of the school had banned together and created a study group called Dumbledore's Army to combat Umbridge and her increasing reign of terror on the school. It had gotten so bad that the Minister had made her the High Inquisitor of the school and had truly run rampant over the staff and students alike.

She had even had myself and a few other students in detention, to which they had had to write lines using a Black Quill, which had written lines using the writer's blood and had the unfortunate side effect of writing the same lines into the back of the writer's dominant hand. They had eventually run the foul loathsome pink monstrosity out of the castle after she had tried to arrest Hagrid and had put Professor McGonagall down with several stunners.

The following year, which was my sixth year turned out to be even more strange with Love Potions be tossed around, Draco Malfoy disappearing at times into a secret room and lessons with Dumbledore. These lessons turned out to be fruitful in that they had revealed the truth of Voldemort's survivability the Halloween night that he had attacked myself and my parents fifteen years previously. But it was all for naught as I had seen Dumbledore struck down by treachery and the school in a pitched battle against Death Eaters that were let in by Draco Malfoy.

The next year which was supposed to be my seventh year, sawmyself and my best friends Ron and Hermione traveling across country (dodging Death Eaters and various snatcher groups) to find and destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes, to which we had succeeded and finally found themselves back at Hogwarts for the Final Battle. But I had found out to my dismay and horror that I was a Horocrux and had to set myself against Voldemort who had killed me, and I had risen once again to battle Voldemort to his utter shock, which was kinda funny upon his snake like face.

I had fought Voldemort across the grounds and school, cast spells and curses and dodging debris and Voldemort as we apparated across the castle and its environs. They had finally ended up in the ruined courtyard surrounded by Death Eaters, and the students and staff of Hogwarts alike. They watched silently as the two males had circled each other waiting and watching as they circled each other testing the waters.

…. Flashback End

"Expelliarmus!" I cried out in earnest.

"Avada Kedavra!" was shouted by the black clothed and red eyed snake-like Dark Lord, Voldemort.

The two spells, one of burnished red and the other a sickly acidic green color met in the center of the courtyard and through force of will, I managed to send the acidic spell back at its caster.

"Noooo!" Voldemort screamed as he was hit by the spell and had at the same time lost the Elder Wand (that he had stolen from Albus Dumbledore's tomb hours previously) that arced towards me and I caught it with my honed seeker reflexes as I dispassionately watched as Voldemort's body began to dissolve into flakes of ash as the Killing Curse had an adverse effect on his magically created body. As the body finished whisking away into ash, the Hogwarts fighters yelled out and hugged each other and, in some cases, kissed as they celebrated the true end of the Darkest Wizard of the Modern Age that had plagued them off and on since the early 1970's.

I sighed in relief as he had fulfilled what I had set out to do by stint of the prophecy said before my birth. As everyone was celebrating, I wrapped my invisibility cloak around myself and silently escaped the celebrations. My wandering through the once high ceilinged hallways took me to a familiar gryphon statue that I knew was the guardian of Dumbledore's old office.

As I approached the statue, it turned to reveal the stairwell and as I climbed it, I took a few deep breathes and steadied my heart beat as my body calmed from all of the adrenaline running through my body from all of the running and fast paced movement and fighting, I had just ended a few minutes ago. I soon reached the top of the curved stairwell to see a solid wood door with an old style handle. Grabbing it, I turned the handle and pushed the door open to reveal a circular office that contained the portraits of the long dead Heads of Hogwarts and recently held the portraits of Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore.

I entered the office to only be shocked as the men and women whose painted likeness began clapping and congratulating him. I subtly nodded and turned to see the large portrait of Albus Dumbledore looking at him with his blue eyes tearing up behind half moon glasses and falling into his long white beard.

"The wizarding world thanks you, Harry. I know that you will probably want some time to yourself to come to terms with this so, I took the liberty of drawing up some plans for you to 'get away from it all' as it were. In the right hand desk drawer is the paperwork." Dumbledore said as I moved to the drawer in question and took out the large packet. I opened the packet and dumped out the contents of it onto the desk.

"What is all this, professor?" I asked, looking at the sheaf of papers and a small blue book. I picked up the dark red book to reveal an embossed insignia of a lion and a unicorn on either side of a crowned shield that was divided into four sections the top left had three gold lions all above each other. The Upper right hand side had a rearing lion surrounded by a stylized border. The lower left hand had a golden harp. The lower right hand side had the same three golden lions as the upper left side. The shield was surrounded by a scroll that threaded through the two animals that spelled 'Honi soit qui mal y pense'.(1) At the feet of the lion and unicorn was a second scroll that read 'Dieu et mon droit' (2) and upon opening the book, it showed a picture of myself along with my name, birth date, gender and various other information.

"That is a passport, and the papers contain information on where you will be going on vacation." Dumbledore replied.

I looked over the paperwork and saw a ticket to a small town named Forks in the state of Washington in the United States, along with several other items of note such as a driver's license, high school enrollment forms that were filled out and a wallet that upon further inspection had a large amount of US money in it. I gathered up the items and placed them into the moleskin pouch around my neck. I then looked up at Dumbledore's portrait.

"Do you really think I need a vacation?" I asked.

"I honestly believe you do, my boy. You need time away from the wizarding world and magic in general so you can come to terms with everything that has happened this past year. Especially after what happened earlier today. Also you can take the time to visit your mother's people." Dumbledore replied.

I looked thoughtful as I thought long and hard about the opportunity, I was being given to get away from absolutely everything and be able to go somewhere where no one knew who I was and where I could just slip into the background and not be in the spotlight.

I looked up at Dumbledore one last time and said, "I'll do it."

A few hours later found me winging my way towards the United States on an airplane instead of using a portkey as I wanted to do something that had no magic tied to it. After saying goodbye to my friends and the Weasley's, I had boarded the plane to Seattle Washington.

After an almost ten hour flight to Seattle, I rented a dark blue car with silver rims and drove the rest of the way to Forks. As I drove along the highway, I heard a howl of an animal that I had identified as a wolf and as the howl traveled across the forest and over the highway, I felt as if the wolf was in someway welcoming him home.

Little did I know that this was to be the start of a new life filled with love, heartache and supernatural creatures, but as I traveled into the town of Forks, a large black wolf the size a horse with amber eyes followed my car with its eyes as it traveled down the highway, before turning and trotting back into the forest.

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Wow! What a way to end the first chapter of HPIA!

To reiterate, this is a slash fic with a pairing between Harry and Jacob as the main pairing with Bella/Edward and Seth/Sam side pairings.

There will be various sex scenes in this series (along with mpreg) although I will try to conform to FFN rules in my descriptiveness of the scenes. If you want anything special in the scenes or want it more descriptive please PM me for that, so I can add more details to it for Archive Of Our Own.

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Note 1: As you can see this is in first person perspective and would make better sense in terms of future chapters according to my new Beta Mystic Sharman.

Note 2: This saying is a is a French maxim used as the motto of the British chivalric Order of the Garter. It is translated as "May he be shamed who thinks badly of it" or "Shame be to him who thinks evil of it" or "Evil (or shame) be to him that evil thinks." In contemporary French usage, it is usually used to insinuate the presence of hidden agendas or conflicts of interest.

Note 3: meaning God and my right, is the motto of the Monarch of the United Kingdom outside Scotland. It appears on a scroll beneath the shield of the version of the coat of arms of the United Kingdom used outside Scotland.