Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling is the brilliant mastermind behind the entire series. DrarryTLA is the brilliant mastermind behind this new story. Do not get them confused... *chuckle*... Enjoy!

A Rift Between Us

"Albus," Ginny sighed heavily through the Muggle phone her father had given them for her and Harry's first anniversary, "I'm not comfortable with this. Why won't you just tell us who you're bringing?" Her youngest son was being way too secretive for her taste. Just because he had graduated from Hogwarts that spring, it did not give him the right to keep secrets from his mother. She told her son just that.

"Mum, I'm not keeping a secret," Albus chuckled from his end of the receiver. Ginny and Harry had made sure their son knew how to use a phone for occassions such as this. Owls could not deliver responses fast enough. "I've told you my plans. I simply want you to be pleasantly surprised for Christmas since you and Dad have forbidden presents."

Ginny could not help but laugh at this. Her son was right. "Fine, but you and your mystery date are not allowed to be late. Your Uncle George will have permission to whatever he wants to you if you're late."

"We'll arrive early," Albus chuckled. And then Ginny heard the distinct sound of another presence with her son. "Mum, I've got to go."

"Alright," Ginny sighed. Her son was growing up too fast. She needed to talk to her eldest son about getting her and Harry some grandchildren now. James had been out of school for two years already... "I love you, Al."

"Love you, Mum. Bye!" Albus said quickly hanging up.

Ginny held the phone up to her ear for a moment longer. Her son must have been in some kind of hurry. She was already wary about her son's date, and they had yet to meet...

When Harry got back from picking Lilly up off the Express, they were going to have a serious talk about the upcoming holidays...

Vampire

"What did your mother say?"

Albus smiled affectionately and turned to face the person who had come in to eavesdrop. "She said she couldn't wait to meet you." His emerald eyes, that resembled his father's exactly, were full of love as he looked over at the strikingly beautiful form of Scorpius Malfoy, his mate.

"Liar," Scorpius smiled as he plopped down on the bed Albus was sitting on. "You didn't tell her, did you?" He rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in the silky pillows he had bought before Albus could say no. "Your family is going to murder me..."

"My family will have to get through me first," Albus said seriously as he moved to gently press his warm body as close to his mate's as he could. He smiled when Scorpius sighed with a shaky breath. "Mmmm, let's talk about something else," Albus purred as he carefully moved Scorpius's long braid away from his neck so he could kiss the pale, sensitive flesh there.

Despite being upset and scared out of his mind, Scorpius couldn't help but chuckle. "Your're insatiable!" He rolled over onto his back and stared up at his mate with large silver eyes full of love and longing. "I'm still tired from this morning... and last night." His cheeks took on a rosy hue that only helped to enhance Albus's arousal. "I don't think any half-Veela's mate has ever been so... hungry," he chuckled.

"The higher-ups broke the mold with me," Albus smiled. He leaned down to kiss Scorpius gently. "I can't help how irresistible you are. I love you."

"I love you too," Scorpius smiled. The happy, content smile quickly turned mischeivous. He wrapped his arms around Albus's neck, tangling his long fingers in the confines of the signature unruly raven locks of the Potter males. "I'm not tired anymore..." He whispered provocatively against the sensitive flesh of Albus's ear. "What do you wish to do with me today... Mate?" For good measure, he traced the shell of Albus's very attentive ear with his tongue.

"I can think of a few things," Albus said huskily. Damn, he loved the way Scorpius's silver eyes darkened in lust every time he called Albus 'Mate'. The blonde had a way of turning the simplest things into words as sexually arousing as a moan or purr... He would have Scorpius doing each soon enough...

Night

"They're at it again," growled a rather furious red-head with black eyes and a two day-old stubble upon his rugged jaw. "Those two have more sex in a day than I've had this month alone!"

A lightly musical laugh filled the red-head's mind and immediately helped to soothe him. "Whose fault is that?" asked a calmer male voice.

"Yours," the red-head mumbled.

"It is no fault of mine that you are incapable of alluring the opposite sex," the voice teased.

"I don't want the opposite sex, Navear," the red-head growled growing angry once more. "I want you."

When Navear's voice broke through the silence once again, it sounded the saddest that the red-head had ever heard it. "Dsiban, I do not wish to talk about this any further. I can only stay with you long enough to help you get the two mated ones out of the danger that will soon be coming for them. Shaula and Graffias are keeping a close eye on me."

Dsiban growled and swung a tightly clenched fist at the tree branch closest to the one he stood perched on. The rather large branch cracked from the force and hung limply. "I could take you away from that place! Why-"

"Focus on getting the young ones," Navear interrupted calmy, though his own heart was breaking. He only wanted to see the red-head one last time before his execution. He had never told the other man how much he enjoyed his crude and snide remarks to those who looked down on his name, or how his black eyes seemed to glow during their more passionate meetings. Now it seemed he would never get the chance... "I will be just fine," he lied. In reality, he was to be put to death in just two weeks. The only thing he had to look forward to now was the knowledge that one day- many, many years in the future- he would see Dsiban again after the warrior finished living out his demi-immortal life.

"I will have them," Dsiban said with remorse. "Then, I will come for you..."

"I know you will," Navear whispered. It would do no good to argue with Dsiban. Navear desperately wished he could believe the red-head without doubt, but that was not the case. He had been narrowly escaping the clutches of their kingdom for hundreds of years. It was inevitable that he would one day be caught for his treason against the Zavin, their ruling family of new-blood. Navear's father had been the last decent ruler their world had seen. With the treacherous betrayal of his father's court after his death, Navear and his younger siblings had been chased from the kingdom after the murder of his mother, Queen Clawyn. Their names had been spit upon by the entire Elven race. Lies had been quickly spread. Navear was the last of his family. His siblings had not known enough of the world to survive in exile. They had fallen victim to hunger, illness... and the two guards who were holding Navear captive... "I must leave you now!" he quickly exclaimed. Before Dsiban could respond, the connection between them was quickly severed.

Dsiban did not like the doubt he heard in Navear's voice. A tic formed in his jaw as he refrained from getting angrier at the only elf in their world who could stand him. He had been exiled from the kingdom as well. He was nearly one-hudred years older than Navear, but the heart knew no ages. The warrior had always believed that a mate was never meant for him, the cursed one. When he met Navear, everything changed- he had something to live for once again. He had vowed then and there to never rest until he saw the end of the Zavin. Navear's family would have his throne once again.

He looked at the decently sized house before him. It all started with the two young ones inside...

Dsiban jumped down from the tree he stood in and landed in a crouch. He stood to his full height, 7'3", and headed for the house.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt another presence within the house... How had he missed that before? As fast as he could, he jumped back to his tree. There would need to be a new strategy altogether...

X

"Mum!" Lilly exclaimed as she ran into her mother's waiting arms.

"Hey, baby!" Ginny smiled as she embraced her only girl as tightly as she could. "How was your first term?" She released her daughter and gave Harry a quick kiss as he moved past her with Lilly's trunk.

"Excellent!" Lilly said with a huge smile. She went on to tell stories of that school year in glorious detail. Ginny sighed. It was good to have Lilly back home. She wanted to keep her daughter as long as she could. In four short years, Lilly would be graduating as well, and then what would Ginny do?

For the time being, however, Ginny decided she would enjoy her daughter's homecoming. And then, she and her husband would be having a serious talk about their middle child...