A/N: so, a little slower this time getting this out. You all have still continued to amaze me with your responses. As for questions, a few of you really did ask some good ones. I won't be answering any though. I prefer to let my story answer the questions, so you'll just have to hold on tight and keep reading to figure out your answers!

As for anyone requesting new fics, please, stop. I don't mean to sound bitchy or anything, but I work full time and go to college full time. I'll write new fics when I get to them. So far, this is going to be my main project, and I will be finishing the other fics I have at some point. So, just be happy that I'm writing something.

Now, on with the show!


Edward watched with fascination as he watched his father teach the new vampire. The boy certainly was beautiful, even with the scars that were still left on him. Edward wondered what had made those wounds, for them to still be present even after the burning transformation that had occurred. With a silent nod to his father, he took off to a different part of the forest, leaving Harry and Carlisle alone.


-Chapter 3

--Run


The sensation of feeding is strange. It's rather messy and violent; tearing skin, razor teeth, and the struggle for life. Young vampires generally make a mess of themselves until they learn how to control the violence; how to keep their mouth to the wound, and not stop swallowing blood as it fills their mouth. There are no hollowed teeth that act as straws to keep victim and predator clean.

Carlisle watched after the new vampire carefully as the boy jumped into the herd of deer and pounced on one. His movements were controlled. Far more controlled than he thought they'd be for a newborn. He then thought back to what Dumbledore had said: this boy had fought a war. Carlisle supposed that the training had carried through. He continued watching even after Harry had drunk his fill and stood up in the now-empty clearing.

"I don't like doing that." He said softly, as he stared dolefully down at the drained carcass of a large buck, carefully wiping his mouth clean of the slight smear of blood.

"It's either you do that to an animal, or you do that to a person." Carlisle said remorselessly.

"Why did Dumbledore let me live?" Harry demanded as he continued to stare down at the dead animal.

Carlisle reigned in his anger; his anger of the fact that this boy wanted nothing more than to die and the fact that it was Albus' fault the boy was like this. "He told us that he had believed you had suffered enough. He wanted to allow you a chance to live. He knew it would be safe, because of us. We live as humans. We do not kill humans. We treasure human life, and he knows you do too." Carlisle lied carefully, constructing his lies on truth of how he knew Albus felt.

"I want to go back to the castle."

"Of course. The others will find their way back eventually."


He wants to end my suffering, then why let me continue to have to live like this?

Edward stopped as he heard the small voice. It was hard to catch as it was amidst the chaos that he now attributed to Harry's mind, but he still was able to hear it. The newborn had problems. They had to help him. It was just a feeling he had.

Jasper gazed at Edward. He had felt a surge of emotions from the normally stoic vampire. Then he thought back to how they were all about this newborn. Harry had a place amongst all of them already. The only hard part now was getting him to accept it.


Carlisle stared hard at Dumbledore. "You did wrong."

He sighed. "I know. This old man is well aware of his mistakes."

"Why did you really let him live? You know how vampires are viewed in this world. He will be hated. It wouldn't surprise me if he is already, no matter what he's done to help your people." Carlisle rubbed his face in a very human movement of frustration. "He hates what he has become."

"I almost let the Aurors kill him." Albus admitted quietly.

"What?" Carlisle hissed.

"I knew how the world would view Harry after he was turned. I knew he wanted nothing more than peace. I knew he would not like living like this. Fawkes and a little niggling doubt in my own mind would not let me. I decided not to, and hid him away in the infirmary. Many though, had seen what had happened to Harry. The wizarding world will be quiet aware of what happened to him, and will be wondering when the Aurors will be called to dispose of him." Albus' brow wrinkled slightly. "This is why I decided to call you."

"We will be leaving tonight. He is of old blood, is he not?"

"Yes,"

"What of his finances? We need to know if we need to collect his money before the ministry takes it."

"Gringotts is not run by the ministry. Those fools like to think they hold sway over the goblins, but none do." Here, Dumbledore smiled slightly. "They owe Harry a favor. Maybe you can get him to tell you later in the future, but they will be holding tightly onto his finances for him. An owl arrived yesterday morning for Harry from them. I will give it to you to give to him. It is just a repeat of what I told you. I have already contacted them for Harry and they told me. There is a branch of Gringotts near every magical settlement in the world. All Harry will have to do is find the nearest magical alley." Albus smiled gently. "Harry has an amazing talent to make anyone and everything care for him."

"That he does." Carlisle took the letter Albus handed to him. "I was serious. You will not be seeing him again."

"I was counting on that."


Harry stared down at the shimmering water below him. He was with the Cullens on the way back to where they lived: America. Forks, Washington to be exact. They had rented a private plane so he wouldn't be exposed to more people than necessary.

When they had arrived back at the castle after his feeding, it had been chaos. In a whirlwind of activity, they had collected his things, had rushed him through writing letters to his friends who they didn't want him to see until they were sure he could control himself, and whisked him away to the nearest airport.

He would never see anyone again if he chose that. He didn't know himself what he wanted yet. He just knew, that he hadn't wanted this.


A/N: so, a little short, but I think quite a few things have been answered in this chapter and that things are moving along nicely. everyone knows the drill! Lemme know what you think!

Cheers!

The Cap'n