Senna walked into the tent that Branislav and Lorin were sharing. "Do you want to talk about it?" she walked over and sat next to him on a cot.

"No," he sighed and looked at her. "Why? I lived this long so why him? Why now?"

"I don't know. Do you want to turn him?"

"Yes, I've never wanted to turn anybody before, not even you and Lorin. I mean I would have if you two wanted me to."

"I'm not offended," she laid her head on his shoulder. "You have to tell him. Do vampires have mates?"

"No, I'm just stupidly falling in love with him. I'm not going to tell him."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't feel comfortable asking him to become immortal for me," he sighed. "And I couldn't bear it if we mated then he died."

"Telling him would be the right thing."

"No it wouldn't didn't you hear him? He basically told me it would suck to be immortal," he got up and started pacing.

"Wait you love Harry?"

"Yes what did think?"

"Lorin and I thought it was Sirius. You said if Elder Claude read your mind-."

"He would see that I would only be saying it for Harry since that's his godfather," he quirked an eyebrow. "Sirius? Really? What makes you think two playboys could ever work? I'm not even sure I could be faithful. And you want to put two people like that together?"

"Well... we thought it was kinda cute. So Harry?" she sat down. "You'd have to wait, the elders would bring hell down on you if you turned a child."

"He is almost sixteen, that's not really a child anymore. Don't make me sound like a dirty old man."

"You're the one who called him young one. And sixteen isn't an adult yet either."

"I know, maybe it's that child like charm that drew me to him. He's so eager to learn everything, to know everything. Then you are there teaching him and sits there and looks up at you with those big green eyes and act like what you are saying is the most important thing in the entire world," he laughed bitterly. "Just listen to me, I sound like a love sick teenager. What in the hell is wrong with me?" he grabbed a glass and threw it against a wall. "Then you tell me that he has a piece of that bastard inside of him, I could have ripped that monster apart."

"What if you got permission to turn him?" Senna stood up.

"What? I'm not going to."

"What would happen to the horcux if you turned him? Would it kill it?"

"Maybe or maybe it would make the other bastard immortal as well."

"Well what if we destroyed it after you turned him, what would happen?"

"I don't know," he sighed. "But it's not what he wants."

"Not what who wants?" an elderly bald man and a gray female centaur with blond hair walked in.

"Grandpa Aldan," Senna hugged him. "Elder Willow," she nodded.

"Elder Aldan, Elder Willow," Branislav nodded.

"Senna, Branislav, it is good to see you both. Now, what isn't what who wants?"

"It doesn't matter," Branislav's eyes went to the smashed glass and winced.

"It is not like you to break things in anger," Elder Willow saw him looking at the glass.

"Please just forget it," he whispered.

"Senna," Harry walked in. "Oh hey I'm Harry," he smiled at Elder Willow and Elder Aldan. "Thessaly wants to talk to you."

"OK," Senna took Harry and walked out.

"Branislav you are in love with the boy," Aldan stated.

"What?" Branislav whipped his head around.

"You are. Do not deny it. Have you told him?"

"No and I'm not going to."

"Why?" Willow asked.

"Because he is too young and doesn't want my life," he turned away.

"Do not make decisions for him," they left Branislav with his thoughts.