Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. This story is merely my way of saluting her. I do not own any of these characters; I just manipulate their thoughts. And I'm not Stephenie Meyer either. I'm just borrowing her minions to do my bidding.

A/N: So many of you were utterly disappointed after I changed It's Magic from Harry/Edward to Harry/Jacob. Here's to you.

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Harry Potter arrived in the heart of the forest in the middle of the night. His robe bellowed in the humid wind and the rain fell silently on it. The deep black was dotted by streams of moonlight that fell through the leaves of the tall trees. The forest was eerily silent as the creatures hid away from the strong magic that swept it. Harry held up his wand, silently lighting it. The white light that emitted from the end of his wand bathed the green foliage, turning it into an unnatural blue hue. Harry roved his eyes around him, assessing his surroundings. His thick black hair fell sloppily around his face and was being swept to one side by the breeze. His face was shadowed, but his eyes glowed in the wand light. His inspection yielded nothing threatening, so he extinguished his wand and held it to his temple. Soft pops sounded in the forest around him.

"All clear," Harry murmured.

"Which way?" Ernie McMillan asked gruffly.

Harry placed the wand on the palm of his long slender hand. "Point me," he said softly. The wand whipped around and pointed south. "There," Harry said, using his other hand to gesture towards his right. He pulled up the hood on his robe and hastily strode through the thick foliage. The six wizards followed him as inaudibly as they could, treading on the plants with a light step. They moved swiftly, easily sidestepping the thin trunks and saplings. They traveled in silence for over ten minutes, covering ground quickly while scanning the surroundings for immediate danger. Harry led the group, followed by Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. Behind them walked Ernie McMillan, Theo Nott, Luna Lovegood, and Roger Davies in a single file, occasionally lighting their wands to rapidly survey the forest.

"Almost there," Hermione murmured, looking at the enchanted parchment in her hand. It showed meticulous data and a rudimentary map of the forest they were in. Draco looked over her shoulder, nodding in agreement. "Two minutes," he added.

Harry noticed the number of trees thinning as they quickened their pace. "I feel them," Harry informed. He held his wand steady and started sprinting, his Auror team keeping up with him easily. The thin branches slapped against their cloaks and hoods as they ducked the trees and jumped over logs. Harry saw light peeking out of the trees and his breath was already condensing around him. "They're here," he shouted, pushing away the plants and stumbling out of the forest. He ran into the clearing, where the trees stopped abruptly to make way for a large, lighted bungalow.

The sight in front of Harry made him stagger to a halt, his eyes wide. A group of seven was standing on the front lawn, their backs turned to each other and forming a tight circle. Their teeth were bared menacingly, but that didn't mar the beauty they exuded. The seven had marble, statuesque faces, with shaped structure and flawlessly pale skin. Their eyes were a marvel in itself, completely opaque and black as night but with flickers of gold sparking through them. They moved as one, their steps quick and their movements flowing. Their stance was crouched, their backs arched upwards threateningly. They were staring up at the sky, watching the cloud of Dementors circling them overheard.

Theo and Luna yelped when they saw the Dementors switched directions in a split second and rushed towards the seven crouched people. Harry found his voice, as did his team.

"Expecto Patronum," they shouted clearly, their voices ringing against the wall of trees. The seven pale statues turned as one, their expressions unchanging. The atmosphere was soon filled with magic as Patronus after Patronus flew out of the wands of the Aurors, forming a shield around them and the crouched group on the grass. The shield was pale blue and it domed over the wizards and the pale figures, capturing them in a safe hemisphere. The Dementors washed over the shield, thirty strong, trying to find a small crack in the shimmering globe. The floating animals charged towards the Dementor cloud, swooping at the villains with ease. The Dementors screeched fiercely, feeling the magic push against them, driving them back. Harry strengthened his charm, splitting his Patronus into three. The stags galloped elegantly into the air, chopping through the group of Dementors. The grassy grounds were lit with pale blue light as the Patronuses enveloped it. The Auror team poured in their immense reserve of magic into their wands, strengthening the shield layer by layer. Within seconds, the last of the Dementors gave up trying to force its way through, screaming one last time before taking off into the night sky.

The Aurors slowly extinguished their charms, their eyes flicking through the skies for any more danger that could be arriving. Harry glanced back at the seven devastatingly handsome – creatures. He titled his head questioningly, trying to categorize the men and women he was seeing in front of him. They were still holding their defensive positions, but were now forming a line with their backs against the house. Their gaze never wavered and they appeared frozen in time. The two groups were a scarce twenty feet apart. The Aurors didn't deign to put away their wands, feeling the hostility emitting from the seven stone sculptures. Harry looked at Hermione out of the corner of his eye and saw her seeming as confused as he. He cleared his throat.

"Hello," he said softly. They did not answer.

"We should just obliviate them and get out of here," Roger muttered. Harry was slightly startled when he saw the seven figures shifting at the comment.

"They can hear us," Luna muttered even lower. Harry noticed a glint passing through the black eyes – recognition. He nodded in agreement to Luna.

"We can't leave. They could come back with more," Draco said.

Harry contemplated the situation silently. He wanted to know more about these unusual people in front of him, but that wasn't part of his job description. All he had to do was protect and disappear. Like nothing ever happened. His team was merely a mirage, a dream…

"Who are you?" Harry blinked at the voice, feeling himself wanting to move closer. He steeled himself, raising his wand defensively. He shrugged off the effect of the hypnotic voice, looking at the medium built blond man who'd uttered the words.

"Nobody," Harry answered. He signaled to his team. As one they raised their wands.

"Obliviate," they chanted.

The seven figures blurred for a moment, then disappeared before the Aurors' eyes. "What -?" Harry started to say before he felt himself flying through the air with such a force that he was winded. He landed on his back, skittering along the grass.

"Petrificus," he yelled, waving his wand blindly in front of him. He was greeted with a hard thud as the petite fairy-like woman fell beside him, stunned. Harry scrambled up to his feet, rapidly healing his splintered ribs and overextended back. He saw Hermione being cornered by the hulking mass of stone and a heavenly angel. He shot quick Impedimentas at them, letting Hermione stun them after. He ran towards Draco and Theo who were shooting spells hastily at the dodging creatures. Harry saw the lean, bronze haired man taking on Roger's random Flagrate spells with ease, sidestepping and leaping with grace and strength. He launched himself at Roger with unnatural speed and the two tumbled down the small embankment. Harry aimed a Relashio at the young man, detaching him from Roger. Roger quickly stunned the fallen man, wincing at his broken legs. Harry then turned to the last members of his team – Luna and Ernie. They weren't as lucky as the rest of the Aurors. The two were on their knees, in pain at being knocked around by the stone bodies that were descending upon them.

"Immobulus," Harry cried, sprinting to the kneeling members of his team. Hermione and Draco followed close by, stunning the remaining creatures. Harry raced to Luna and Ernie as the final two fell to the ground, immobilized.

"You guys alright?" he asked, panting. He quickly assessed their wounds. They were all internal and Harry healed it rapidly with the help of Hermione and Draco. Luna and Ernie breathed heavily, nodding as the pain deflated, leaving them alert. Harry looked around at the strewn bodies.

"What are these?" he marveled, leaning into the body of the soft, blond woman with sweetly curled lips. He stared at her beauty with fascination. Never had he seen such flawless features, or such symmetrical bodies. He flicked his eyes to the relaxed face of the man beside her, the man who had spoken. Harry felt the attraction towards him too, and he was perturbed by it. "There's something about them," Harry said, trailing off thoughtfully.

"Yes. They are so gorgeous," Luna replied, gently touching the frozen face of the man with wild honey blond hair and curiously drawn lips. "They're cold!" she yelped, pulling back her hands in alarm. "Are they –"

"No," Hermione said incredulously, reaching down and placing her hand over the impish girl's face. She was feeling for the slight movement of air. She felt none. "They can't be," she said with slight dread, searching for any signs of movement. She looked up in alarm when she found none, grabbing Harry's attention. Draco ran up to Hermione, crouching down beside her.

"We didn't kill them!" Draco exclaimed, searching the neck of the petite woman for a pulse. He glanced at Hermione is amazement when he found none. He looked at Harry, frowning with worry. "We didn't, did we?"

Harry stared down the fallen statues in front of him – the sweet woman and the relaxed man. "Only one way to find out," he murmured.

"Rennervate," he chanted softly. The couple woke up, their irises flashing black and then slowly dissolving to gold. They picked themselves up carefully, their faces calm. Their lips were fluttering at rapid speeds and Harry realized that they were talking to each other. He held his wand steady as the two turned their eyes at him slowly. His team was flanking him closely, their wands at the ready.

"No, we aren't dead," the blond woman said melodically. Harry jerked his hand upwards as a reaction.

"You heard?" he asked, his mind confused. When someone was stunned, his or her mind was stunned as well. This didn't seem to be the case for the creatures.

"Yes," the man said simply. "Why did you attack us?"

Harry felt his mask of calmness slip at the question. "You attacked us," Theo replied morosely.

"No, you did," the man insisted.

"We weren't attacking you. We were – we were wiping your memory," Harry responded, unsure of why he told the truth to the strange man and woman.

"Why?" the woman asked, her eyes lit with warmth and curiosity. Harry struggled to get over the effect the woman was having on him.

"That's what we do. We protect and disappear," Harry said, chanting the team motto.

"Protect… Thank you," the pale man said, flashing a slow smile at Harry. "You were protecting us."

"We – I – yes," Harry stammered, thrown off by the man's graciousness.

"But I don't think you were successful in making us forget," the man continued, his eyebrows pulled up slightly.

"Oh…" Hermione said unconsciously. She stared at her wand thoughtfully. "Mind if I try?" she asked hesitantly. Harry shot her a fierce glare, which she ignored dutifully. The couple glanced at each other for a split second, their lips blurring. They nodded imperceptibly after their short, silent conversation.

"Obliviate," Hermione said, pointing her wand directly at the tall couple. Harry waited with bated breath and let it out dejectedly when the two shook their heads apologetically.

"What are you?" he asked, tensed for their response.

"Who are you?" the man countered, folding his arms in front of his chest defensively.

Harry tilted his head thoughtfully, considering the man's question and his posture. He mimicked it, folding his arms around himself. "If we wake them up, will they attack?" he asked, gesturing at the fallen.

"Yes," the woman answered truthfully. "They can be stubborn and quite protective of each other… and us."

"You are – related?" Roger asked, running his eyes over the frozen bodies. All had the same pale faces with uncharacteristically perfect faces, yet distinct hair and physical features. They looked related, but not by blood.

"Yes, I suppose you could say that," the man answered, looking at the five bodies sadly.

"If we promise not to attack, do you think you could stop them from attacking us?" Harry asked. Draco stepped down on Harry's foot, causing him to hold back a yelp. Harry turned to glare at Draco and was on the receiving end of the death stare as well. The look was clear. We are not waking them up. Harry disregarded Draco's mutinous look, turning back to the couple. The two looked doubtful but nodded.

"What are your names? That's no secret, is it?" Hermione asked.

The two smiled spontaneously, exuding – compassion? Harry stiffened at the emotion, unsure of where that had come from. "No, no secret. I'm Carlisle and this is my wife, Esme," the man said, wrapping his arm around his wife's hips lovingly.

"And these," Harry waved at the bodies again. "Your siblings?"

"Our children," Esme said. This time Harry couldn't stop his face from showing surprise. The two people in front of them looked no older than thirty. Their 'children' looked to be between the ages of twenty and thirty themselves. Carlisle sensed Harry's confusion.

"No, not by birth. Fostered," Carlisle added. It still didn't make any sense in Harry's head, but he let it go for the moment. He raised his eyebrows derisively as he turned to face his team. Draco, Theo and Roger were glaring at him. The rest shrugged uncertainly, trusting Harry's judgment.

Harry looked back at Carlisle and Esme. "Okay, we promise not to attack. I assume they heard me. I'm going to revive them," he said. The couple nodded, moving their lips rapidly as they talked to their children.

Harry took a deep steady breath, raising his wand. "Renervate," he chanted, gently swiping his wand across the lawn. The marble men and women were on their feet in an instant, glaring at the Aurors murderously. But true to their word, none of them attacked.

"What were those horrible creatures?" Esme asked, catching Harry's attention with ease.

"Dementors," Harry answered impulsively. "They – er… They devour all hope and happiness, leaving sorrow in their wake. Just – a really bad creature to cross," he finished.

"We didn't cross them," Carlisle said, his eyes narrowing with displeasure.

"Right… Well, someone set them on you and I'd bet ten Galleons that they'll be back with more," Theo said, snorting cynically.

"What can we do?" Esme asked, looking at her children with worry in her eyes. The five children hadn't moved from their original spots.

"Nothing you can do. We'll do whatever we can," Harry said.

The lawn fell silent as the groups were caught up in each other's thoughts. Harry was trying to plan out his next course of action.

"Would you like to come in?" Carlisle asked politely, gesturing at the house. Harry faltered at the question.

"Yes," Luna answered dreamily, staring at the open, brightly lit bungalow. "It looks marvelous," she added.

Esme smiled graciously. "Thank you," she said, beckoning the Aurors to follow her. Harry stumbled along, stunned at the sudden turn of events. Less than ten minutes ago, he'd been fiercely crushed by the small pixie and now he was walking into her house without a second thought. He glanced down at the small woman, frowning at her. She whipped back her dainty head to glower at him. His eyes widened when she decided that it was a good idea to stick her tongue out at him. He bumped into Ernie as he stared in amazement at the young woman and her tongue. Hermione bit back her laughter at the display. Harry had to use all his strength to refrain from imitating the pale woman in retort.

"Welcome to our humble abode," Carlisle said, opening the front door with flourish.