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Kittenonabroomstick: Lol! Don't be jealous, it's actually a curse, I have a million ideas floating around in my head all the time, and trying to write them, and be this good is hard. That's why I hardly sleep, and have no real life . but thanks for the admiration, makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. Flamers actually amuse me more then piss me off. I wouldn't have actually said anything except for the fact that he/she reviewed twice. I've only ever had two flames before (which I'm extremely proud of) Honestly, I wouldn't waste my time reviewing a fic that I don't like, for any reason actually. Lol, I love orange juice ^-^ I know it's completely random but you mentioned it and I was "Ah! I want orange juice." I can just imaging Draco standing in the room with everyone, telling them, then standing there examining his fingernails until they get done yelling and crying. Yea, I didn't want to write about the whole thing because it's a monster within itself and would make my head implode. Draco and Harry became close during fourth/fifth year, I haven't gone into details about that, because it too would be a monster, but they are closer then Ron and Harry, just because Harry still talks to Draco now, and not Ron. Harry loves his guilt, he eats it with a nice side of self-loathing and serving of Hero-complex. Lol. Bella and Draco will interact again, in the store, he actually just erased the memory of what he made her say, so Harry can have his little secret smiles whenever he sees her. Bella in a loony bin would be funny, but straight jackets are too cool for her! The thing with my ankle happened because of a mix of naturally weak tendons and martial arts and after the first injury it just couldn't heal right and resulted in many re-injuries. I don't like hospitals either, and the operating rooms are always cold. Thanks for the review!

Dhh: Oh my God!! Lol holy crap what a rant!! *laughs for about twenty minutes* I don't really like Hermione that much either... but I try not to bash her character. Harry is emo in chapter 5, but that will change so he's back to his happy childish self again(kinda). The Redheaded Militia a bit of a love hate relationship for me. I love the Twins, Bill and Charlie, and Ron's okay sometimes(depending on how he's written and only in fanfics, and he's slashed usually with Krum or some Slytherin and I don't know why..lol). Ginny and Mrs. Weasley make me want to run them over with cars. Percy and Mr. Weasley... are just kinda there. Lol. I love Luna, she's the shit, she's a bit of an airhead (but so am I ) she's completely random (again like me) and she's her own person, which makes her extremely respectable in my book. Harry won't be visiting his family until near the end of the story, which is a while away still. Draco is awesome, I don't care who you are, if you don't like him, you're not a Harry Potter fan. Remus is considered a half-blood I'm not sure though if it's because his mother was muggle or a muggle-born witch or because of the fact that he's a werewolf, but I know his father is a wizard. I know the name is important, thus Sirius freaking out about the name, but I thought of Moony as someone who wouldn't care about pureblood traditions regardless. Yes, Harry suggested the name Marcus, because of Volturi Marcus, who was his 'father'. It's also perfectly acceptable to use harsh language against a character. You should listen to me rant about Bella... it doesn't matter who I'm talking to, I'm worse than a drunk pirate. Even with my dad (who's a Twilighter, lol!) Oh and Happy Holidays to you too!

Joe: Right, sorry my mistake. I don't know everything about Harry Potter.... although my sister does tell me I do.

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Delta10: Glad you like Draco ^-^ Lol! Bella's going to die, Jacob will be included, and I plan on writing as much as I can.

Jenna: I have to say first of all, you have the same name as one of my dogs. Awesome! I love my dogs like my children! It's okay to be impatient. I am actually impatient as well and I'm writing the story . Bella would never just step aside, I think she's to selfish as well, I don't like her either, she needs to die! Which she will in this story. Perks of being the author, I get to kill anyone I don't like. I'm glad my story surprised you. Now I'm only taking Ibuprofen, but I was pretty looped for when I got home from the hospital, my siblings thought it was funnier than hell, they've got a video of me where my head keeps lolling to the sides, my eyes are half open, and I keep mumbling when they talk to me, it was actually kind of funny, but now they're just teasing me about it. Thanks for the review and for reading!

To All Other Reviewers and Readers: Thanks for the support! I really appreciate it, and it really makes me want to update as quickly as humanly possible. Thanks for putting up with the long time between this update and the last one. I should be back to a normal update schedule. Not that I really had one to begin with... Thanks for reading anyways! Much love!


Author's Note: My surgery went fine; it was a little over two hours in the operating room and another four hours before I could leave the hospital. The first few days always suck the most, but after that everything started to get better. I'm now in a cast which is purple. I'm having my stitches taken out soon and then I get a new cast for four to six weeks before I'm free to walk on my own again, which I'm thankful for. The worst part of all of this, besides the pain, is that I had a reaction to a medication they gave me in the hospital and I was itchy for days. Itchy plus pain is evil!

~Note~: I know in Harry Potter the veelas when in their veela form have cruel or scary looking beaks and have long scaled wings, but for my story I changed that. Artistic license! I didn't really like the idea of beautiful beings turning into this apparently ugly one. Don't be mad and don't yell at me for it because I'm not going to change it. I'd be more afraid of being chased by someone incredibly beautiful wanting to tear me into tiny pieces than someone very ugly wanting to do the same thing... Call me weird if you want, but that's just how I think. Also I know I said I wouldn't have Draco and Jacob be as a main part of the story, but I had a few people who were really really looking forward to seeing Jacob and Draco get together so I figured I'd mix it in (the only time I could ever really see Draco as a sub). I'll still have the normal story in, meaning Edward and Harry bonding and stuff. For those of you who didn't want to see any Jacob/Draco fear not—this is the only chapter where they will be mentioned this much. Thanks! Also I said in Chapter One that this fic starts at the beginning of Breaking Dawn, but I got the titles mixed up. This fic starts at the beginning of NEW MOON. Sorry about that—I get the titles mixed up all the time, mostly because I just call the entire series Twilight.

Warnings: This story contains: Mild Violence. Mentions of Child Abuse. Slash. Adult Language and Situations. Character Bashing. OoC-ness. More Slash. More Character Bashing. Angst (I'm addicted to it). Other Mature Themes. Not For Underage Readers!

Disclaimer: I'm too poor to have created either The Harry Potter Series or The Twilight Saga, and hello if I had, Harry would have been put with Draco not Ginny, and Edward would be with either James or Jacob, so you know it's not mine. I also don't get paid for this fic.

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Chapter Seven: Falling In Love Terrified But Glad

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Harry's House

June 20, 2008

It shouldn't be funny, really, but Harry was laughing hard, trying not to fall out of his chair.

Draco glared at him hatefully and went back to trying to concentrate enough to get his feathered wings to sink back into his skin. Draco also couldn't speak English or any other human language for that matter, he just angrily hissed and made trilling noises very much like a phoenix or any other bird, magical or not, as well as speak the veela language. He was however still able to growl, although hadn't growled at Harry yet, for which the vampire was very grateful.

Draco had been going on a walk through the woods around Harry's home like he'd been doing over the past few weeks when he had been, for lack of a better term, glomped by a very excited, very affectionate young wolf who was then pulled off and away by his pack mates before Draco could recover. The young wolf, being Draco's mate, had left Draco in his current state—stuck between human and full veela form because the bond of acceptance had been cut short by the wolf being pulled away.

Harry put both hands over his mouth to try to stop his laughing before Draco started to throw fire at him—like angry veela were known to do. Harry concentrated on something else: Draco's half human half veela form.

Draco's wings spanned a very healthy twenty-eight feet—over four times his height of six feet. His hair was longer, brushing his shoulders and seemed wild in a completely different way than Harry's own ebony locks. Draco's skin was glowing softly, a pulsing light that made Harry want to reach out and touch it, but not in a sexual way.

Harry scrunched his nose a bit. He thought of Draco as his brother and vice versa, thus he wasn't drawn in by the veela charm. Most beings, male and female, would still be drawn in. Some mated pairs, however, wouldn't be drawn in, but it all depended on the person's individual will power and sexual drive. A person mated or not who was very sexual would be more drawn to Draco then someone who wasn't a sexual person.

"Any luck?" Harry asked and Draco looked at him, his completely silver eyes made Harry shiver reflexively. "Sorry," he muttered ducking his head to hide his grin.

Draco hissed at him.

Harry's shoulders shook in silent laughs for a few minutes before he was able to control himself again. "Why don't I get you something to eat? You skipped breakfast," Harry stood slowly and looked at Draco. "Yes? No?" Harry shrugged.

Draco looked at Harry for a moment before nodding.

"Great," Harry spoke more to himself than Draco and headed towards the refrigerator. "So you can only have fresh foods, nothing cooked...mainly fruits right?" Harry opened the fridge door and began to look around.

A neutral trill answered his question in the positive. Harry hummed as he pulled out the many types of fruit that he'd bought for the blond. He set them on the counter and turned to look at Draco who had his left wing spread around towards his front and was fixing his ruffled feathers.

"I'll help you fix your feathers once I've got your food ready," Harry offered and Draco nodded, not looking up from his work. Harry smiled; leave it to Draco to be prim and proper even in a half feral state. Harry rolled his eyes and began washing fruits, staring down at the sweet food, and wishing that he could taste any of it again. He'd always loved blueberries; he'd give almost anything to be able to taste them again.

Harry shook his head, leaving that thought trail alone.

Once he had a plate of cleaned and cut fruit ready he set it in front of Draco. "Here, eat," Harry said.

Draco raised an eyebrow as he looked up at Harry.

"What?" Harry asked. "You know better then I do that you need to eat a lot of high sugar foods. Why you think candy is too childish for you is beyond me," Harry rolled his eyes as he spoke. "So eat your fruit."

Draco huffed and began eating. Harry smiled and moved behind Draco and began fixing his feathers. On the inside of Draco's wings the feathers were all completely silver, but on the outer or backsides of Draco's wings the feathers went from silver at the top to a royal blue color—mixing in the middle. It was very beautiful in Harry's mind; the colors were very fitting for Draco, more so than the silver and green of the Slytherin house.

"There all fixed." Harry said after a while.

Draco made another trill before standing. His wings stretched out only about half way before the right hit the wall. Draco hissed in annoyance and pulled his wings in tightly against his back.


"So tell me, how's Draco doing?" Edward asked, and Harry looked up at him. "I could hear his thoughts when I came to the door. He seemed really upset."

"Oh," Harry pouted with confusion evident in his eyes. "Well, Draco met his mate when he went for a walk in the woods, but the wolf was pulled away before he could learn anything about him—before he even got to turn into human form either." Harry explained.

"Wait, did you say wolf?" Edward asked. He stopped walking and turned fully to face Harry.

"Yeah," Harry said slowly, unsure of the look on Edward's face.

"I know where to find Draco's mate." Edward said after a few minutes of silence.

"That's great!" Harry exclaimed. "We should go tell him right away!"

"Harry," Edward said and Harry, who was about to turn and run back home, stopped and looked at his mate.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"It's a natural werewolf—they don't take very kindly to our kind," Edward answered leaning back against the tree behind him. "We can't just go onto their territory and say 'We've got your mate.' I don't think they would take too kindly to us having one of their own."

"That's rubbish. Draco's my friend and this is important!" Harry said, sounding at that moment very childish. A smile made its way on Edward's face despite the conversation.

"I know," Edward said. "But I think it'd be best if maybe Draco went alone to meet his wolf first and then bring him to meet you."

"But someone else with knowledge of veela has to be there to help finish the binding process. Draco wanted me to do it. He's not going to be happy about me not being able to be there." Harry muttered with a pout.

"Come here." Edward said holding his hand out.

"Why?" Harry asked, eyeing Edward carefully.

"Please." Edward smiled softly and Harry moved over and took Edward's waiting hand. Edward pulled Harry against him slowly, giving the other enough time to pull away if he wanted. They had still only kissed a few times and those had been brief brushes of lips, nothing more. Edward tentatively reached up and cupped Harry's face, his thumbs resting under Harry's chin. "Draco can always come back and you can finish the binding process. Nothing bad is going to happen, promise."

"How do you know?" Harry asked with an unbelieving look.

"I read the books you had on veela the other night when I stayed over," Edward said smiling.

"Really?" Harry asked. Edward nodded. "Why?"

"I wanted to know about your friend. Draco is important to you, right?" Edward asked brushing his right index finger down the side of Harry's face, smiling at the warmth of Harry's skin, not too hot or too cold. Perfect.

"Yes, but you didn't have to learn about what he is." Harry said softly.

"I wanted to though." Edward said leaning down a bit more so he was eye level with Harry. "Just like I read some of the books on dragons that you have, werewolves for your godfather, animagi, and magic in general." Edward smiled when Harry's hands fell to his waist, his small fingers going through the belt loops of Edward's jeans. "Because I want to know about you, to be close to you, and that means knowing about your family, your friends, and your gift."

Harry stood on his toes and pressed his lips up against Edward's which were still parted barely. Edward kissed back instantly, moving his lips against Harry's almost desperately. Harry moaned and bit Edward's bottom lip lightly—pressing into him. Edward moved one hand against the back of Harry's neck, the other to the small of Harry's back, pulling him closer. Harry's eyes fluttered closed and his lips parted when he felt Edward's tongue on his lips.

Edward slid his tongue into Harry's mouth and groaned at the taste of his mate; sweet with just a bit of something... more. It was more addicting than the blood of a singer. Harry gripped tighter at the loops of Edward's jeans, both completely unaware of the sound of them ripping off. Harry's tongue followed Edward's into the older vampire's mouth, mapping every part out; running over his teeth, tasting his cheeks.

When Edward started to pull away Harry growled in protest and surged forward, pressing Edward hard against the tree and nipping at his lips before pulling away after a final taste of Edward's mouth.

Both took in large amounts of unneeded air. Their eyes locked on the other's, glazed and filled with lust and love.

"Thank you." Harry whispered.

"What for?" Edward asked, honestly not understanding why his mate was thanking him for doing what any good mate would do.

Harry was once again grateful for his inability to blush as he looked down, staring deeply at the front of Edward's chest, apparently extremely interested in the weave of the cotton fibers that made up Edward's dark blue shirt. "... For, well this?" Harry mumbled. "For being my mate?"

Edward laughed softly and brushed Harry's hair back. "You don't have to thank me for that Harry; you never have to thank me for that." He spoke softly and then pressed his lips against Harry's forehead over the barely noticeable lightening bolt scar that defined him for so long. "I love you."

Harry smiled to himself, wrapping his arms around Edward's waist. "I love you too."


La Push Territory Line

June 23, 2008

"How did Carlisle manage to find their number?" Harry asked looking up at Edward.

"He works at a hospital Harry; even their people see doctors, silly." Edward answered with an amused smile. "One of the elders of the tribe died of a heart attack earlier this year. One of the contacts was the pack alpha—a man named Sam. Carlisle called him and told him to bring the one they had to pull away from Draco last week."

Harry nodded and looked over his shoulder towards his car where Draco was still sitting, hidden by the tinted windows. "He's nervous." Harry whispered.

"Do you blame him?" Edward asked. Harry shook his head before brushing his hair from his face when he heard movement. He didn't turn when he felt the wolves come into the small area they had agreed to meet in. Most of them were still in their animal forms, but three were human. Harry finally turned to face them. He spotted the alpha quickly as he was the oldest and largest looking human; Sam stood between the other two humans. Their skin was dark, their hair black, two with short hair, the third with long hair that brushed over his shoulders. They were all handsome, alarmingly so in fact, all well built, the alpha more so than the other two; the youngest, the one with the longer hair, seemed tense.

Harry smiled—that was Draco's mate.

"Where is he?" The boy blurted out before he was able to stop himself, but stepped back when Sam held his arm out across his chest.

"Be silent now Jacob," Sam ordered and Harry watched Jacob's jaw tense.

"I have to warn you—Draco isn't human. Right now he is a bit distressed and cannot control his abilities." Harry said, staring directly at Jacob. "Promise you will not run when you see him."

Jacob nodded urgently and Harry smiled at him.

"We ask that you change the treaty to allow Harry onto your land." Edward said.

"No." Sam said sternly.

"Draco is very close to me—like my brother. I only ask to learn about his new family. The same boundaries will still apply for the treaty, except for me to be allowed on your land. Please." Harry turned his attention to Sam as he spoke. "I am no danger and would do nothing to hurt Draco's mate or his people."

Sam looked at his pack and Harry took the time to look at them as well. It was a surprisingly large pack with more dominates than submissives; only a few females. Most of the wolves had dark fur. But there was a rather young one with a light sandy fur who seemed no less aggressive than a new born pup—very excited in fact and unable to stop his tail from wagging happily.

"Sam, I don't think the elders would approve." The other man said. Harry glanced at him before turning his attention back to the car where he could hear Draco's distressed song. Jacob could hear it too and was slowly inching towards the car. If he hadn't been so close to his alpha, Harry was positive that Jacob would've run over and ripped the door off the car to get to Draco.

"Sam, please." Jacob pleaded. "One vampire will be nothing against the entire pack. Don't keep me away."

Sam exhaled deeply, eyes closing almost tiredly. "For now, I will allow you on our land, but if anything happens to one of the humans or one of my pack by your hands, I will kill you." Sam told Harry.

Harry nodded once before turning and going to the car and opening the door. Harry smiled at Draco who was kneading the seat on either side of him with sharp claws. Harry would have to have Rosalie replace his car seat later.

"Come on Draco." Harry said softly. "Your mate wants to see you."

Draco got out of the car quickly; his wings fluttering behind him as they were finally able to rest. Draco's eyes locked on with Jacob's and, in a flurry of feathered wings, Draco was against him before any of the others could react to the movement.

Harry smiled widely at the song that filled the air as Draco touched his mate, examined him carefully, before he started to transform more, his wings grew, as did his hair until it was almost to his waist. His skin and eyes began to glow and pulse. Jacob's wolf was so close to the surface that his body was shaking; Harry was positive that one light touch would make him explode. Jacob explored Draco in the same way and Harry turned away from the intimate scene before him, glancing up to see Edward who had also turned away.

Veela magic filled the air, rushing over everyone, making their chests fill with warmth and, if their hearts still beat, they raced almost painfully.

Finally Draco spoke. "Okay Harry, just like I told you."

Harry looked up. Draco's wings were still out, but his hair, skin, and eyes were back to normal. Harry stepped forward and raised his hand—his palm held so it was facing Draco and Jacob. He whispered the words in the veela language that Draco had taught him and watched what looked like ink spread across Jacob's naked chest to form a mark between the strong muscles of his chest, while another line of ink moved just barely above the collar of Draco's silk shirt. On Jacob's chest a vivid bold symbol which was Draco's name in the veela language formed—no bigger than a post-it note. Harry would have to wait to know what Draco's marking would be.

Draco exhaled deeply and rested his head against Jacob's chest.

"They should both go home and rest. They won't want to be far apart for long—no more than a few feet." Harry said pulling a few books from his pocket and resizing them. He stepped towards Sam who tensed visibly. Edward fought the urge to growl and his hands bunched into fists at his sides. Harry lowered his head in a show of non-aggression and held the books up. "Draco is a being known as a veela—Native Americans usually call them 'Enchanters'. His wings will be stuck out for a few days—please be careful with them. If they are damaged in any way, contact me."

"Why do you think they'd get damaged?" Sam asked taking the books.

"I know werewolves, natural or diseased, tend to be easily angered. Draco will get in the way of anyone trying to fight with Jacob." Harry said, looking up to look at Sam's face, but avoiding his dark eyes. "If you need anything, or have questions—well, if Jacob does, please call me." Harry stepped back.

Sam nodded his thanks and gave the silent order for his pack to head home. Jacob lifted Draco up and carried him into the trees.

"What do you think?" Edward asked after a rather long silence.

"He is good." Harry told his mate.

"You think?" Edward asked and Harry looked at him.

"I know. What did his thoughts say?"

"He is good." Edward mimicked and a bright smiled spread across Harry's face.


Cullen House

June 26, 2008

Draco caused a rather large splash down at the reservation—the tribe had never come across a veela; a few elders had, of course, told stories though. Not only that, but Jacob was close friends with Bella, who had come down two days after the bonding and raised hell. Draco ended it rather quickly with a few well placed balls of fire at her feet and one over her head. The pack was, for the most part, accepting minus one member, Paul, who had wanted to mate with Jacob according to Draco.

Harry had listened for several hours to Draco gushing about his mate, not caring at all about his mate's lack of money and rather simple lifestyle. In fact, Draco admitted he liked not having to worry about getting lost on his way from his bedroom to the kitchen.

Finally Harry and Draco said their good-byes and hung up their respective phones. Harry groaned and lay back against Edward's chest. Edward chuckled and kissed the top of Harry's head.

"That stressful?" Edward asked.

"No, he just doesn't shut up. It'd be worse if we were talking face to face though," Harry explained with a grin.

"You shouldn't talk about your friends that way," Edward chastised jokingly.

Harry responded childishly and stuck his tongue out at his mate.

Edward growled and leaned over, nipping his mate's tongue lightly before taking it into his mouth. Harry moaned and closed his eyes, not at all bothered by the awkward angle of the upside down kiss.

Harry smiled against Edward's lips biting at them playfully.

Carlisle cleared his throat and the two pulled apart—sheepish looks on both their faces. Emmett's booming laughter filled the room, followed shortly by Jasper's soft laugh, Esme and Alice's giggles, and, surprisingly, Rosalie even laughed a bit.

"I forgot we were in the living room." Harry whispered, glancing at Edward.

"So did I," Edward admitted before looking up at Carlisle and the rest of the family. "Sorry."

"No need." Carlisle said waving his hand. "Next time, just not in public."

"Okay!" Harry squeaked and another round of laughter filled the room. Edward smiled as well when Harry ducked his head in embarrassment.

"Young love," Alice sighed and then danced away to avoid the pillow Edward threw at her—the sound of her bell-like laughter following shortly after.


Harry ran through the woods—panting in unnecessary air, his bright eyes filled with excitement as he chased a herd of deer through the trees trying to get one alone. He was having more fun just chasing the animal, half forgetting the fact that he came out to hunt.

An excited gasp came from Harry's mouth as he jumped over a fallen tree and cornered off a rather healthy pair of young buck—maybe three summers old. The surroundings moved past him in a blur, the sound of the animal life and the outdoors a buzz in his ears, background noise of the racing hearts of the deer he was chasing.

Another figure moved taking down one of the buck Harry had been chasing and the young vampire skidded to a stop, flinging mud and whatever made the forest floor up in a large wide ark.

It was another vampire. A young male with medium shaded brown hair that was cut short, a strong build just larger then Edward's. His dark jeans, long sleeved grey waffle shirt, and white hoodie were dirty and blood stained. When he had finished draining the deer of blood he looked up, his blood red eyes were wild—a newborn.

Harry took a half step back. Yes, he was a better fighter and had his gift to fight with, but a newborn vampire had insane strength, speed nearly three times faster than any vampire over the age of three years, little feeling of pain, and would fight until they were killed. But more importantly, they went after anything that had blood: animal, human, or another vampire.

Harry swallowed as the vampire stood. He was taller than Edward—so much taller than Harry. Blood dripped down his still tanned face, the look in his eyes had calmed almost none, even after feeding. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply then growled.

"You smell good." The newborn said, eyeing Harry.

"Where is your sire?" Harry asked, looking around frantically for any sign of another vampire.

"Victoria...? She's somewhere causing trouble probably." The newborn stepped towards Harry, who copied the movement with two steps back. The newborn zeroed in on Harry's feet for a mere second before moving his hungry eyes back to Harry's face. "You smell of fear. Why would you be afraid of one of your own?"

"Newborns are dangerous. They lack control of anything, most of all their lust; blood or otherwise." Harry said.

"Victoria didn't say anything about that. But you're right, you know." The unknown vampire licked his lips slowly.

"You should go back to your sire. Victoria, should not have let you to hunt on your own, it's dangerous." Harry said, trying desperately to distract the newborn from the bloodlust... or other lust that was burning in his eyes.

"She's got too many others to look after me."

Harry's eyes went wide. "More than one newborn? Why? That's suicide." Harry blurted out, unable to help himself. Marcus had spoken many times of elder vampires, who had tried to start new born armies, and have either died by their children's uncontrollable behavior, or the Volturi took action and dealt with them, sire and newborns alike, harshly.

"I don't know. I haven't asked; I just follow her—she loves me."

Harry couldn't help the pity he felt in the pit of his stomach. A vampire forming an army of newborns didn't have time to love anyone—mate or not. "I can tell you, she doesn't." Harry said and the newborn's eyes narrowed and he hissed angrily.

"How do you know?" He asked. "She tells me how much she loves me." The newborn growled, and Harry lowered his stance defensively and growled back out of instinct, which turned out to have been a mistake. The newborn lunged, hitting Harry hard, and they both fell to the ground.

Harry fought back, mostly trying to avoid the newborn's bite. This newborn was larger than Harry and easily over powered him. Harry screamed when the first bite broke through the diamond hard skin of his neck. He could feel the venom burn the area before the other pulled away and bit down again on Harry's shoulder. Harry threw the newborn back with a blast of magic and struggled to his feet. The bites healed, but left crescent shaped shining milky scars. Harry's eyes narrowed as the newborn got up—his eyes black and locked onto Harry's.

Harry didn't want to kill him—he never liked killing anyone, but there was no way to stop a newborn from fighting, they'd keep fighting without limbs.

The newborn lunged again, his speed was too much for Harry, and Harry screamed as the newborn broke his arm like brittle glass then bit down, tearing his shirt before biting the exposed flesh of his chest repeatedly. Harry struck out, breaking the newborn's cheek, then grabbing ahold of one of his flailing arms and pulled. With a sickening suction sound, the limb pulled away, and Harry threw it away. The newborn screamed—lashing out and striking Harry hard across the face.

Harry threw the newborn down—panting hard—and cast a binding spell. The newborn screamed in anger and struggled without movement. Harry grimaced and held his broken arm and closed his eyes, feeling the bones piece themselves back together. He opened his eyes and cast a curse and, with a scream, the newborn was cut into pieces and light on fire.

Harry scrunched his nose at the sickening smell then groaned and looked down at his stomach. He hadn't noticed the new born bite several times on his stomach; he'd only felt the first bite. But now he had several of the crescent shaped scars that overlapped creating almost a star shape. Harry ran his fingers over it, it was raised and colder than the rest of his frigid skin. It was interesting—he'd never been in a fight with a newborn before, he'd only ever fought a few older vampires and they tended to fight more like humans than animals. He'd never known what happened when a vampire bit another vampire.

He knew from Jasper that it left a very unique scar—the ones he now had—that they didn't fade ever, and the scar was even harder than the rest of the diamond hard skin a vampire already had. Jasper told him it was because the venom actually hardens beneath the skin and without circulating blood the venom just stayed where the bite had left it.

Harry looked up when he heard movement. Edward came through the trees quickly and Harry was sure his heart was beating again. He rushed at Edward and tackled him. Edward growled when Harry's lips found his harshly. Harry panted and slid his tongue into Edward's mouth, his hands going to Edward's hair to grip tightly.

Edward flipped them over and pinned Harry back by his shoulders. Harry looked up at him—Edward's pupils were blown wide and there was this feral look in his eyes. Harry grinned playfully.

"What are you doing? I thought you were hurt. I was worried about you." Edward said quickly checking Harry over, his fingers lingering on the crescent shaped marks that were now on him. "I'm sorry."

"Edward." Harry growled and Edward looked at his face. "Stop thinking about something that's already taken care of and worry about this." Harry rocked his hips up, his eyes rolling back in his head as he moaned pleasurably. Edward's breath caught in his chest and his body reacted and his hips rocked back into Harry's. Edward let out a feral growl when Harry repeated the action again.

"What are you doing?" Edward asked.

Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Edward. "That's a silly question."

"You're hurt," Edward said.

"I'm already healed Edward. Stop trying to change the subject." Harry said, flipping them back over again.

"We can't do this." Edward said gripping Harry's hips to prevent them from moving.

"Why not?" Harry asked running his hands up Edward's chest and lifting his shirt.

"Because... I-I'm not- I don't want my first time to be in the woods because you're riding an adrenaline high." Edward said grabbing Harry's wrists with one hand.

Harry's body stiffened and he looked down at Edward. There was a vulnerable look in the other's eyes, and Harry bit his lip. "I-I'm sorry Edward, I didn't know." Harry said moving off of Edward's body, allowing him to sit up.

Edward ran a hand through his hair, thankful he couldn't blush. "Don't be." Edward cleared his throat and tried not to reach down to shift the bulge in his jeans into a more comfortable position. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Harry was struggling with the same problem.

"I-I've never... y'know either." Harry said looking down. "I-I really want to though. With you." Harry ducked his head when Edward looked at him.

Edward couldn't help but grin; he leaned over and brushed his lips against Harry's cheek. "So do I." He said quietly against Harry's ear, enjoying the shiver his mate gave.

"Good." Harry answered looking up. "How did you know where to find me?"

"Alice." Edward said and Harry nodded. "Come on; let's get you back so Carlisle can look you over."

"I'm fine." Harry protested as Edward pulled him to his feet. "I'm already healed."

"I don't care." Edward said glancing at the embers still littering the ground with mild disgust.


Cullen House

June 29, 2008

"What are you thinking about?" Edward asked leaning over the back of the couch to look at Harry.

"About that newborn." Harry admitted and Edward frowned.

"Why? You killed him to protect yourself." Edward told him.

"No, I don't feel guilty about that... It's just something he said." Harry's brow furrowed as he spoke.

"What?" Edward asked.

"He said something about a newborn army. That his sire was starting one." Harry said looking up at Edward. He knew that Jasper who'd been lying on the floor with a book was now sitting up and paying attention. Emmett stopped flipping through the channels on the TV and Alice and Rosalie left their card game to listen.

"Are you sure?" Edward asked.

"Not really. He just said that his sire had others to look after—that she was causing trouble. It doesn't mean that she was actually starting an army. One or two other newborns aren't an army or anything." Harry said.

"Four newborns are the same as ten vampires over the age of three. They drink the same amount, are the same strength," Jasper said and Harry looked at him. "Four is more than enough to cause serious damage and effectively start a territory war with another coven, even one the size of ours. Our gifts won't do much with newborns, not even yours Harry." Jasper said.

Harry frowned. "I took care of one on my own." He said.

"Yes, but think about two of them coming at you while you're worried about your mate or friend—it's not the same." Jasper said shaking his head. Harry bit his lip and looked at Edward.

"I think I should call Aro. He should know about this." Harry said sitting up. He pulled his phone from his pocket and sighed.

"What is it?" Edward asked.

"Aro, Marcus, and Caius are going to want me to come back because it's not safe... I don't want to go back; I like it here, and this is your home." Harry mumbled.

"If it comes to that Harry, I'll come with you." Edward said and Harry looked up at him. "I'm not going to leave you now. I love you too much."

Harry smiled. "I love you too."

"Aw." Alice cooed.

"Shut up." Edward grumbled with embarrassment.

"So much for the serious moment," Jasper said picking his book up and lying back on the floor with it held over his face so he could read.

"It was your wife that did it," Harry said.

"I know," Jasper said tilting his head to look at Alice with a stern face. Alice giggled and dashed up the stairs; Jasper was up them a few seconds later in a blur of movement.

The four remaining vampires looked up at the ceiling as they heard the door to Alice and Jasper's bedroom snap shut.

Harry scrunched his nose. "Thank Merlin for soundproofing," he said and Emmett laughed.

"I was winning too," Rosalie growled having lifted Alice's discarded hand. "Little cheat."

"Come on now babe, don't be like that." Emmett said looking at his wife. "You know she only left because Jasper was horny."

"It could've been the other way around," Harry said.

Edward started laughing and put a hand over his mouth. At Harry's confused look, Edward shook his head. "Sorry, it's nothing."

"So you just burst into laughter at random?" Harry asked, leaning back on the couch.

"Well, I can read people's minds Harry." Edward said. "I'm not crazy."

"Whose mind were you reading then?" Harry asked.

"Alice's. Soundproofing doesn't muffle thoughts." Edward said standing. "Come on, if I hear any more of this, I won't be able to look at Alice without laughing for a month." Edward grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him from the house.

"I think it'd be cool to be able to read someone's mind." Harry said once they were both safely seated in lawn chairs in the backyard.

"It's only this fun sometimes." Edward replied looking at Harry. "The rest of the time it's just annoying or gross really."

"Gross?" Harry asked.

"People are perverted Harry. Most of the time people have something sexual on the brain and most of the thoughts aren't what most people would call normal. No one's willing to admit it, but humans think like animals when it comes to sex, down and dirty, nothing romantic." Edward said.

{"How can you be a virgin if you've heard everyone else's sexual thoughts?"} Harry asked and Edward looked at him.

"I didn't understand that." Edward said and Harry shook his head.

"Just thinking out loud," Harry said. "I should really call Aro. He'll be mad I already waited a day to call him." Harry pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Aro's number.

Edward leaned back to listen.


"Aro is having a group of twelve guards come to start looking for Victoria and the newborns tonight. They'll be here by mid-day tomorrow; another group will come once the newborns are found to take them out," Harry said.

"What do we have to do?" Carlisle asked.

Harry ducked his head and laughed nervously. "Caius said to make sure I don't try to do anything heroic or stupid," Harry said rubbing the back of his neck.

"Why would Caius say that?" Esme asked.

"Because I'm known to do things that are heroic and stupid," Harry admitted with a bashful grin. He tried to ignore Edward's eyes burning into the side of his head.

"Is there a story behind that?" Edward asked.

"Well..." Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "I tend to uh... try to be the hero even at the cost of my own safety."

Edward growled. "Well Caius doesn't have to worry about anything; I'll make sure you don't leave this house without a guard."

"Should've kept my mouth shut." Harry muttered and then yelped when Edward threw Harry over his shoulder and carried him up the stairs. "This is completely uncalled for Edward! You're faster than I am, you could've caught me before I even got to the door. Not like I had any plans to- ow!" Harry pouted up at Edward when he was dropped onto the white chaise lounge in the center of Edward's bedroom.

"Explain Harry." Edward ordered shutting the door.

"Edward... it's not that big of a deal really." Harry said.

"To me it is." Edward said. "You don't really talk about your life and I want to know about it."

Harry sighed. "You don't talk about your life either Edward," Harry said.

"I don't remember my life Harry," Edward pointed out.

"What about your time in your undead life? You don't talk about that time either Edward. It's over a hundred years that you've never spoken more then five minutes about. I have told you about my life actually; more so than I've told even my best friends. They don't know half of what I've told you and they've known me longer than you have." Harry said.

"Fine, what do you want to know?" Edward growled.

"Everything. What you've done between 1918 and up until I met you." Harry said.

"I went to high school repeatedly. I hated myself. I gained a family. I defied Carlisle and killed people because I thought that they deserved it, but the thing is, no matter how evil a person is, when they're being murdered, their thoughts are all the same: filled with fear and pleading." Edward said. "I fell in love with a girl who was using me and, to be truthful, I think I was using her too. What else do you want Harry?"

Harry bit his bottom lip. "...Nothing." He muttered.

"Now tell me about your life. I read the stupid books about you, thinking maybe I could learn something, but all that did was make me angry and disgusted at the people that surrounded you for seven years," Edward said.

"You already know what happened to me growing up. My relatives abused me and treated me like a slave. I grew up thinking my father was a drunk who drove under the influence and ended up getting himself and my mother killed and that both of my parents were pathetic nobodies. When I turned eleven I was thrown into a world that I only thought was possible in dreams and movies. Over the next seven years I fought a man that wanted me dead because some psychic said that I'd save the world from him. I also had people attack me and belittle me because of their own fears and stupidity and then turn around wanting me to protect them and be their little soldier. I saved the world and I died doing it." Harry said. "What else do I say?" Harry looked up at Edward.

Edward sighed and knelt in front of Harry. "I'm sorry." He whispered, cupping Harry's face. "I just get so angry not knowing anything about you. I barely know who it is I'm falling in love with and, honestly, it terrifies me."

Harry's brow furrowed. "Why?" He asked, trying to ignore the tightness in his throat.

"Because that's just who I am—when something seems to be going right, I think of all the things that can go wrong. Or I think that I'm a monster and that I don't deserve this happiness and I'm waiting for it all to fall apart around me," Edward said.

"Well if you're a monster than so am I, Edward." Harry said reaching up and wrapping his fingers around Edward's wrists. "Not only that, but we've got all the time in the world and then some to get to know each other. I'm a little afraid of this too. It's happening really fast isn't it? We're just falling in love because we were told we're supposed to."

Edward leaned close and brushed his lips over Harry's. "But I'm glad to be falling in love with you Harry," Edward whispered. "Even with everything that's running through my mind, I'm happy to be with you."

Harry smiled. "Me too," Harry said and pushed his lips up against Edward's firmly.


End of Chapter Seven.

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