Author's note: hi guys I know it's been a long time since I've done any writing. I've been trying to only post things I've written more than 10 thousand words for, but my muse doesn't like to cooperate. I finally figured out where I want to go with this story. This is the chapter where Harry finally gets to meet the fam though it's more of a filler chapter. I'm working on chapt 5 now and it'll be up this week

disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter...or twilight... Or any of the characters, wow this is depressing...

Chapter 4

Harry clutched on tightly to Carlisle, this was it, he was finally going to meet the rest of his new family. He was trying really hard to be brave, but he was scared, and with only a few more steps to the door that separated him from a frightening unknown he found himself burrowing his head into Carlisle's shoulder.

Carlisle's chest vibrated with a small chuckle and Harry pouted. Looking up at Carlisle, his eyes locked with his new dad's and Carlisle smiled warmly down at him, "remember what I said Harry,this isn't temporary, my love for you will be forever."

Harry's eyes watered a little and he nodded unable to speak with the large knot in his throat.

Before he knew it Carlisle was opening the large oak doors to reveal six still as statues, vampires all staring fixedly at Harry. It took all of a second for Harry to return his head to Carlisle's chest in an attempt to hide from the sudden onslaught of attention.

Carlisle huffed in amusement, looking down at the little boy in his arms, and knowing his newfound shyness wouldn't last long. Though the shyness was understandable, Carlisle coughed loudly, setting of a chain reaction, reanimating his family.

"He's so beautiful!" Rosalie gushed, Carlisle chuckled, waiting for the inevitable, one...two...

"I'm not beautiful! I'm a boy!" Harry's face was no longer attempting to burrow into his chest, as he fixed Rosalie with what he seemed to believe was a ferocious glare; in reality his scrunched up nose and pout was nothing short of adorable.

Alice seemed to agree as she let out an ear piercing squeal, rushed forward and plucked Harry from Carlisle's arms. Carlisle watched Harry for any negative reactions, but Harry seemed to be fine with Alice, though he did look a little lost as he tried to follow her chatter, Carlisle loved Alice, but she made even his head spin sometimes. "...and I just can't wait to dress you up. We've bought so many adorable outfits and you'll just love Alaska Harry, I've seen it!"

"Alice," Edward glared at his sister as he took Harry, carefully cradling him in his arms, "you're going to overwhelm him, remember we're supposed to ease him in. Ease had a lot of change this week and he's probably exhausted..."

Carlisle moved to Esme wrapping her up in his arms, as together they watched their family. Edward quietly berating Alice, unaware of the fact that Harry had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Rose giggling, as she allowed herself to truly be happy, a rare occurrence. Emmett, smiling his goofy smile, while he watched his mate and Jasper, clearly enjoying the undercurrent of happiness one small child had been able to bring about with his mere presence.

It had only taken a few moments for Edward and Alice to realize Harry was sleeping, head comfortably resting on Edwards shoulder. The arguing had stopped and Harry was put down for a nap, while last minute preparations were made. Even vampires had a hard time pulling of a move in just a few days.

Carlisle had been checking over his files, making sure he passed on any important patient documents to his successor, when he remembered he needed to speak to Nicholas, which was always difficult as the man didn't own a phone. He'd have to go to Diagon Alley, the wizarding shopping alley he usually tried to avoid. While wizards from most other countries treated vampires with respect, generally willing to leave vampires be as long as they didn't attack a wizard, the only thing stopping the British from going vampire hunting were the vampire accords. For the past hundred years or so, the British wizarding ministry had become increasingly prejudice to those with creature blood, which was odd considering most pureblood families held at least a little creature blood in their bloodlines.

Carlisle shrugged of his irritation, the British magical world mattered little to him, he would be leaving soon for America, which held a far more open magical society. Reaching into his pocket, Carlisle withdrew the pocket watch his friend had gifted him so long ago. He tapped the watch face three times before twisting the watch's crown until the time read eleven o'clock. He only had to wait a matter of moments before the watch grew hot confirming Nicholas had received his message and that the time was acceptable. Carlisle nodded to himself, he had to meet with Nicholas to get a few answers to the questions that had been on his mind ever since he met his Harry.