Well...this chappie has alot of interesting high points, thats for sure. oo. Thank you so much!

He and Jean-Claude were sitting, discussing the recent legislature that made vampires legal with the Headmaster when Julien came in the room. He'd apparently made the leopards and wolves put on some clothes. His usual grin was in place but something was off. C'est trop etrange. They stood when he entered, going to take him in their arms.

"This is Julien. Julien-"

Their beau did something very uncharacteristic of himself. He interrupted Jean-Claude.

"Dumbledore. Je sais, mon bien-aime. Pourquoi est-ce qu'ils ont mettent les pyjamas? Les cornichons."

Asher smiled. Julien had adopted their first language very well.

"Anglaise, s'il tu plait, mon petit." Jean-Claude chided gently, obviously noticing something was wrong with their bebe.

"I said, why are you all wearing pajamas?" Julien asked, watching his wereanimals creep towards the brunette man in the corner.

'Remus Lupin. He's a werewolf.' Asher told him silently.

Julien hissed inwardly. How dare that man play with people's lives! Did he have any idea how badly bringing Lupin could end? A werewolf in the Thronnos Rokke Clan's territory without the Ulfric's express permission could be killed on sight. Not just killed either. Lupin would be slaughtered. Richard was a bleeding heart but he didn't stand for anyone he considered an invader. Lupin definately fell into that category. Dunderhead Dumbledore knew that Jean-Claude's animal to call was the wolf. What if Jean-Claude had ordered Lupin to attack Dumbledore? A man with black hair and greyish blue eyes was growling at them as they crawled or walked toward the startled werewolf.

"Sirius. Stop." Lupin croaked, moving the man from out in front of him.

He let the other weres sniff and caress him, purring, and a look of absolute ecstacy crossed his face. Julien smiled at the Headmaster, innocence written on his features. He leaned forward.

"I don't like you."

He heard Jason snort from his place on Lupin's lap. Dumbledore's smile faltered around the edges for a moment.

"Why ever not, Julien? Have I offended you?" The old man asked, keeping up the grandfatherly facade.

Julien was far better at the act, however. His right ear twitched, a sure sign that he was irritated or angry.

"Yes, you have. You brought Lupin as an unknowing sacrifice. You were going to trade him to us for our alliance. You're a manipulative old man and you use your followers as cannon fodder. You make loyalty look like a joke." He accused sweetly.

Lupin was staring at Dumbledore with disbeleif written on his haggard yet handsome features, half lost in the sensations of the pack's touch. The mask the Headmaster wore was slipping, showing the resolve and cold-hearted ambition and determination behind. Julien's remained steadfast, though. The door burst open, startling everyone but the threesome and Dumbledore. Anita Blake, vampire boogeyman, animator and Julien's beloved aunt, stood at the door with Edward. Edward was msiling like he'd been invited over for afternoon tea. Julien had been under his tutelage ever since he had begun staying in St.Louis.

"Julien, I take it you are feeling better?" he asked, as if he wasn't armed to the teeth with several semi-automatics, the mini-uzi he favored (he'd given one just like it to Julien for their last hit.

In fact, Julien had an entire small room dedicated to the weapons Edward had given him), a derringer and his trusty sawed-off. The strangers were quite taken aback, to say the least. Anita was at least making an attempt to carry concealed. At 106 pounds and 5'3'' she needed all the extras she could hold. She had just as many scars as Julien and Edward did but she didn't kill for the money like they did. She had morals. They did not.

Edward had molded a very willing and eager Julien into an exact copy of himself. Enough so that they could practically read each others thoughts. Jean-Claude had once pointed out that, together, they were 'just plain freaky'. Then Julien had commented that he'd learned that from Anita.

"Yep! Much better. Dumbledore, this is my aunt, Anita Blake, and my father, Ted Forrester."

He turned to Jean-Claude and Asher.

"I'm not sick. I'm pregnant."

Anita's jaw dropped open and she sent the two vampires a scathing look. They shrugged elopuently to her but their eyes were beaming with surprise and joy. Even Edward looked surprised. Or as surprised as he ever got.

"Well, i've seen everything. Do you feel up to a visit? We're going to see Raina tonight." Edward said.

Julien shuddered inwardly. Raina was a sick bitch. Literally. She was the Lupa of the Thronnos Rokke Clan, the local werewolf pack. She was the queen bee, or is that mutt?, and Julien had once had to negotiate with her. Negotiations were always painful and usually sexual. Jean-Claude, who he hadn't told, had been furious. Asher had tried to calm them down to no avail, however. Jean-Claude had yelled, Julien had yelled and the teen went to stay with Anita. He had ignored them for a week. It had taken them half of the next week to prompt him home. Anita was so mad that she had tried to shoot Jean-Claude when he showed up to apologize.

"I'm going."

The Master of the City gave him a stern, unhappy look.

"Non, mon petit, you are not."

Julien looked dissappointed and angry. He felt Jean-Claaude shut down his end of the marks. Asher would have sighe dif they weren't in present company.

"Perhaps you should return at a later time, Monsieur Dumbledore. It seems we have had quite enough...surprises and conflicts for one night." He said, eyeing his lovers.

The Headmaster's party stood.

"Yes, congratulations on your new bundle of joy."

Despite his words, the man with the grey eyes, Sirius, looked a little green at the mention of Julien's 'bundle of joy'. Asher nodded and lead them out before the fighting erupted and the yelling began.

A/N: So how was it? Comments? Suggestions? I'd love to hear them! Hopefully the next chappie will be longer.