Sorry for being a week late. I think I fried my brain with all the writing I have been doing lately and I needed some down time. Hope you enjoy this update.

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***HP

"That's gotta sting," Emmett guffawed, his shaggy brown hair falling into his amber eyes. "Man I wish I could play, I would wipe the floor with their puny asses. Now, Jasper and Edward may not be as easy to take out, but I'd get them."

Harry looked to where Jasper was smirking at Mike Newton. He had just hit the blond in the head hard with a ball, harder than what was necessary. With his vampire strength he could have easily taken off the boy's head. He didn't particularly like Newton, but it wasn't exactly fair to put him up against a vampire in dodgeball.

Emmett was keeping an eye on his brother's wee, tiny mate, hoping to get him to talk, but so far the kid acted as if he wasn't even in the same room with him. "Hey, dude, I'm Emmett Cullen."

Finally giving in, Harry looked up at the large vampire who was sitting in the bleachers above him. He hoped to hell that this was the last of the Cullen vampires in the school, he couldn't take anymore of them. Why the hell did they all insist on sitting next to him and talking to him? In forty five minutes Sam was going to be picking him up and he reeked of vampires. This wasn't going to end good.

Emmett waved goofily when Jasper's mate finally looked up at him. "Sucks being forced to sit out, doesn't it? Unfortunately I'm not in this class so I can't play either. I'm just here rooting my brothers on while using this time as study time. Not that I need it. I'm graduating this year and I have all my credits already."

Blinking up at the vampire, Harry prayed that this painful day would just hurry up and end. He was exhausted, in pain and had enough of overly friendly look suckers. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? They all seemed nice, but they were going to get him in a hell of a lot of trouble with Sam and Billy.

"Slut," Emmett muttered darkly.

Turning to see what Emmett was looking at, Harry felt a painful jolt to his heart when he saw Bella Swan trying to hang off of Jasper. It was clear to see that Jasper didn't appreciate her advances, but the girl was determined.

"She just can't take no for an answer," Emmett growled. "Jasper has told her over a hundred times that he doesn't like her." Bella was playing with fire. Jasper was on the verge of snapping, and if that happened, there would be no stopping him.

Absently rubbing his aching leg, Harry watched as Jasper pushed Bella away then stormed over to Edward and then whispered something in his ear. Nodding his head, Edward picked up the ball and carefully heaved it at Bella, hitting the annoying girl in the back of her thigh. He grinned when she flounced off to the sidelines pouting.

Getting up, Emmet moved two rows down so he was sitting right next to the little human's wheelchair. "So how the hell did you mangle your leg? My father said that it was pretty gruesome."

Knowing that he wouldn't be able to get away from Emmett without being rude, Harry opened the beautiful journal that Jasper had given him and wrote out the word...fell. Softly caressing the journal, he turned it so the vampire could see it.

He loved the journal that Jasper had gifted him with so much that he hadn't been able to bring himself to put it in his bag. He kept it on his lap where he could see it and easily touch it. It meant a lot to him and he wanted to keep it close.

"Must have been one hell of a fall," Emmett grinned. "Did you fall off a horse?" he asked slyly, having overheard Carlisle's and Edward's conversation yesterday evening. His father's theory made a lot of sense.

Harry eyes widened at Emmett's words but then he quickly masked his shock and shook his head no. Why the hell would he ask him that?

Emmett gave himself and internal high five. He hadn't missed the boy's reaction or how his heart had skipped a couple beats. Was it possible that this weak, little human was some kind of equine shifter?

Jasper purposely let himself get hit with the ball so he would have to sit out on the bleachers. He loved his brother, but he had a tendency to let his mouth run. Harry wasn't ready to find out about him being a vampire yet, or the fact that he liked him more than just a friend. He didn't want Emmett to shatter what little trust he earned in his mate.

"You let Stanley get you out, bro?" Emmett asked with an exaggerated shake of his head. "I'm ashamed to call you family."

Dropping his eyes to his lap, Harry silently giggled. It was obvious that Jasper let himself get hit with the ball. The only one on the floor that had even a slight chance of getting him out was Edward.

"I just decided that it would be more fun hanging with Harry," Jasper said, giving his flushed mate a wink. He loved the affect that he had on him, Harry was falling for him hard.

"What am I, chopped liver?" Emmett playfully pouted.

"I can see the resemblance," Jasper chuckled. "How's your leg feeling?" he asked, giving his mate all his attention. He wasn't in Harry's French class, their previous class, and it had killed him being separated from him.

"It's fine," Harry wrote out. It wasn't, but he wasn't to going to tell him that. Why was he worried about him anyway?

Jasper could read from Harry's emotions that he had been lying to him. His mate was in a lot of pain and he hated feeling helpless against helping him. If only he could whisk him away and turn him. "You have an appointment with my father after school tomorrow, right?"

Harry nodded his head. He had to see Dr. Cullen for a check up and a bandage change and hopefully more pain meds.

"Would you like me to take you?" Jasper asked hopefully. "I can drive you to the hospital right after school."

Harry quickly shook his head no. There was no way in hell Billy would allow that. He wasn't even supposed to be talking to the vampires.

Jasper had been expecting Harry to decline his offer, but it still hurt when his mate shook his head no. Harry was his, he should want to be with him every bit as much as he wanted to be with him.

"Don't push him," Emmett warned so only Jasper could hear.

Gritting his teeth, Jasper gave Harry a reassuring smile. "That's alright, Billy will probably want to talk to Carlisle anyway." He hated this. He shouldn't have to share his mate with the damn wolves.

Relaxing slightly, Harry opened his journal. "Thank you anyway," he wrote to Jasper. It would have been nice spending alone time with Jasper as a human, but it was something that never could happen.

Jasper didn't know what to do. How was he supposed to get closer to his mate if the wolves were constantly in the way? "Maybe we could hang out one day? I can show you around Forks, maybe even venture to Seattle."

Feeling awkward and uncomfortable, Harry dropped his head and closed himself off. Wasn't it time for class to end? He needed to get out of here and away from Jasper.

"Too far," Emmett snapped lowly so Harry couldn't hear. "Can't you see how uncomfortable you are making him? You know that Sam is on him about staying away from us. Keep it up and Billy will enroll him at the school on the Reservation."

Growling softly, Jasper jumped up and made a beeline for the boy's locker room. His desire to kidnap his mate was becoming overwhelming. He was trying, dammit, he really was, but he didn't know how much longer he could fight it. It didn't help that deep down he didn't want to fight his instincts. No, he wanted his mate.

"Don't mind Mr. Grumpy pants," Emmett said when he saw how the boy was looking longingly at where Jasper disappeared. Yup, the kid was already falling for his brother. This was great. "I think he has a crush on a certain wheeled new student and he's feeling a little stupid for striking out." With a smirk and a wink, Emmett got up and left the gym right as the end of the day bell rang.

Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, Harry stared dumbly at where the large vampire had been sitting. Did he just say what he thought he said? Could Jasper honestly have a crush on him? Never! Jasper would never see him like that. Just the idea was completely insane. Shaking himself out his depressing thoughts, he slowly started to wheel himself out to the parking lot.

***HP

Harry winced when he saw how tense Sam was when he got out of his truck to help him. He was sure that the alpha had scented the vampires and he was now holding himself back from snapping. He could see it in his eyes, the wolf was close to the surface.

"How was your day, pup?" Sam asked through clenched teeth. The boy reeked of the damn leeches.

Harry gave Sam a nervous smile as the man helped him into his truck. He let Sam take his backpack, but he kept his journal clenched tightly in his hands. He could tell that the man was furious and he prayed that he wouldn't physically take it out on him. He tried to obey his orders, it wasn't his fault that the Cullens wouldn't leave him alone.

After tossing the wheelchair in the back of his truck, Sam hopped back in the drivers seat and clenched the stealing wheel tightly in his large hands. "You talk to them?" he asked in a deadly calm voice. He didn't want to be mad at the pup, but he had specifically asked him to stay away from the blood suckers. He cared for the boy, he was pack, and it would kill him if something happened to him.

Paling when he saw how hard Sam was gripping the tearing wheel, Harry quickly started writing in his journal. He had to make Sam see that it wasn't his fault.

Eyes flashing dangerously, Sam snatched the fancy leather journal out of the pup's hand as soon as he showed it to him. "Where did you get this?" he growled, his nose wrinkled up in disgust. The damn thing reeked of vampire, worse than the boy. It was obvious that one of the Cullens had given it to him.

Panicking, Harry reached for his beautiful journal, but Sam was too fast for him and yanked it out of his reach. "Please!" he whispered, voice scratchy and barely audible. The journal meant a lot to him, it would hurt if Sam destroyed it.

Face softening because Harry actually spoke, Sam looked down and read what the pup had written. He felt guilty now for how he acted after reading the scratchy writing, it wasn't the pup's fault that his math teacher was forcing the mind reader to tutor him and that the empath was his biology partner. He didn't like it, but there was nothing he could do about. Seeing how the pup's teary eyes were glued to the journal, he reluctantly handed it back him.

Harry wiped at the few tears that managed to escape. "Thank you," he mouthed silently, clutching the journal tightly to his chest.

"I'm sorry for attacking you like that," Sam sighed. "It's just, the Cullens are very dangerous and everyone on the Reservation cares about you. I care about you, Harry. I'm just trying to protect you."

"I'm sorry," Harry wrote, his eyes pleading with the alpha to understand. The last thing he wanted to do was lose Sam. It felt great hearing those words come from Sam. He cared about him, too.

Sam's eyes snapped to the front window, and with a growl, he started the truck up. All five of the damn leeches were standing by their cars staring at them. What the hell was their obsession with the pup? He knew with their vampire hearing that they heard everything that he said, same probably went for this morning, and yet they still talked to the pup knowing that he wanted them to stay the fuck away from him.. Were they purposely trying to get the pup in trouble with him?

Harry refused to look where Sam was looking. He knew that he was looking at the vampires and he didn't want to make him any angrier by looking at them too. He wanted to show Sam that he could follow orders. That he was a good pup, but it was hard. He wanted to look and see if Jasper was there. He couldn't help but wonder if what Emmett said was true. Did Jasper like him?

"Harry, I'm going to have Jake bring you to my house this evening so Emily can start tutoring you in Algebra. The sooner you get caught up, the sooner you will be done with Edward."

Harry nodded his head, thankful that Sam no longer seemed mad at him. He just hoped that Billy would forgive him too. Why did everything always have to be such a mess with him?

***HP

Snarling, Jasper got in the back of Edward's car after the wolf drove off with his mate. His mate! His innocent, vulnerable, injured, unmated mate. This was killing him.

"You're fine, Jasper," Alice chirped, squeezing in the backseat next to her brother and wrapping her arms around him. She felt so bad for him, this was a horrible situation.

"Fine!" Jasper hissed. "Did you see how angry that damn wolf was with my mate when he smelled us on him? I thought that he was going to hurt him."

Alice had seen, and for a minute there she too had feared for Harry. Sam had been pretty angry. "Sam cares for Harry," she reminded. "Yes he was mad, but I don't think he would have hurt Harry."

"He cares for his fiancé and look what the hell he did to her," Jasper snapped back. "If he so much as lays a paw on my mate..."

"Jasper, what feelings do you get from Sam concerning Harry," Alice asked, interrupting her brother's threat.

"He adores him," Jasper grudgingly admitted. "But that doesn't mean that he won't hurt him in a fit of anger." He had almost lost it when Sam snatched the journal he got Harry out of his hands. The man had wanted to destroy it, he easily felt that. Sam had so much hate for his kind that it was blinding. There was no way he would willingly let him mate with Harry. His only solution was to grab him and run. Harry would be scared and upset at first, but he would come around and learn to except his vampire and him.

Even though she couldn't see Harry, Alice had had a couple visions concerning her brother. In one vision he completely disappears and they never see him again. She didn't know if he snatched his mate and ran, but it hurt knowing that she could soon lose her brother, her oldest vampire friend. In another vision she sees them mourning Jasper's death. She couldn't see how it happened, which meant that the wolves were involved. That was another vision that she couldn't live with. Finally in her last vision, she saw Jasper happy and smiling. He kept looking at someone next to him, but she couldn't see a face. Whoever it was though, he was a vampire. She assumed that it was Harry, for Jasper would only be that truly happy with his mate. That was the vision she wanted to see come true, but she didn't know how to make it happen. She was giving herself migraines trying to see Jasper, hoping to find a way to make everything alright.

"I think I'm going to run home," Jasper mumbled, getting back out of the car. He couldn't take the pity from his siblings. He just needed to be alone and clear his head.

"Jasper," Edward called.

With a heavy sigh, Jasper turned back to his brother. "I'll be fine, Edward, I just need some quiet time. Do you want to hunt with me tonight? I can't take another day around Harry without...well, let's just say I need to feed before seeing him again."

Edward could see that Jasper was losing the battle with his instincts. He couldn't fault him, he remembered how he felt when he first laid eyes on Alice. He would have slaughtered everyone in the way to get to her. "Be careful," he warned, "and I'm on for tonight."

***HP

The first thing Harry did after Sam dropped him off at home was wash up and change his clothes. He didn't want Jake reacting as violently to the Cullens scent as Sam had. He then wrapped his journal in a dirty shirt of his hoping that it would mask the scent of Jasper. He came close to losing it to Sam, he didn't want to risk Jacob destroying it. Gathering up the rest of his dirty clothes, he stuffed them into the washer then turned it on. The last thing he wanted to do was upset Jake by stinking the house up of vampire so he would change and wash his clothes as soon as he got home everyday.

"Hey, little, brother cuz," Jacob boomed, slamming the door behind him. "I see you survived your second day of school without ending up in the hospital. I'm very proud," he sniffed fake tears.

Rolling his eyes, Harry picked up his bagged lunch from where he had just placed it on the table and heaved it at Jake.

Jacob frowned when he caught Harry's lunch. "What the hell, Harry, did you eat anything today?" Opening the bag, he growled softly when he saw that everything was still in it. Harry hadn't had a bite to eat since breakfast this morning. "Dude, you're going to starve to death if you keep this up. That's two days in a row that you didn't touch the lunch dad made for you."

Harry lowered his head in shame. He did feel guilty, Billy went out of his way to pack him a magnificent lunch and he just wasted it. He use to cry when Aunt Petunia sent him to school with no lunch or money to buy some, and now here he was being an ungrateful brat and wasting the food that Billy worked hard to provide for him.

Never one for letting food go to waste, Jacob dumped the bag's contents out on the table and started attacking it. He grinned around a mouthful when Harry tentatively reached out and took one of the sandwiches. "Bunch of us guys are going into town tonight to get some pizza, wanna hang?"

For the most part Harry still kept to himself, but he had been trying to make more of an effort. Everyone had been so kind and welcoming that the least he could do was let them in a little bit. Grabbing a notebook and pen from his bag, he quickly jotted down. "Would love to, but Sam wants Emily to start tutoring me in Algebra."

"It's all good, bro, we can work around your schedule," Jacob reassured. He was just glad that Harry hadn't flat out refused. He was trying to draw the boy out of his shell. It was a good sign that he was at least writing now to communicate, he wouldn't do that before. Maybe soon he would actually start talking. "I'm glad that you decided to ask her for help."

Nervously scratching the back of his neck, Harry reluctantly jotted down the truth about Edward Cullen tutoring him. He respected Jake too much to lie to him. Sam would probably tell him the truth anyway. They were a pack and a pack shared everything.

Holding his breath, Jacob clenched his fists under the table to keep from showing how angry he was. "I thought dad and Sam told you to stay away from them?"

Harry lowered his eyes submissively when he saw that Jake's eyes were starting to get brighter, a sign that the wolf was close.

"That's enough!" Billy barked from right outside the screen door. "Sam already talked to me about it, and it wasn't Harry's fault. He can't go against his teacher. Until he catches up with his school work, we'll have to deal with yet another Cullen."

Harry felt bad for putting Billy and the rest of the pack through this. Because of him they had to deal with the vampires. It was their natural instinct to hate and want to kill them, not make nice with them.

Billy smiled warmly at his charge. "Harry, why don't you take a pain pill then lay down for a while, you're looking a little pale. When you wake, Jacob will take you to Sam's and then after you can go out with the boys if you're up to it."

Harry thought that that sounded like an amazing idea. Not only was his leg killing him, but his ass was also paining him thanks to being confined to a wheelchair all day long. He was use to climbing over a hundred stairs a day at Hogwarts, his body wasn't use to just sitting and doing nothing.

"What's up, pops?" Jake asked seriously after Harry went to his room. He had been watching his dad and he knew that something was troubling him.

"I'm thinking about calling Carlisle Cullen and asking for a meeting. Their behavior with Harry isn't normal and I need to find out what's going on."

"Alright," Jake nodded. "I'm in for a meeting."

"I'll set it up for when Harry is working with Emily," Billy said with a sigh.

***HP

"Hold his legs down!"

Quickly obeying the healer, Remus laid across his mate's thrashing legs. For over three months Sirius had laid motionless on a bed in St Mungos, then out of the blue he started thrashing with no warning. "What's wrong with him?"

"I think he's finally waking," the healer panted as he fought to keep his patient's upper body from launching off the bed.

Remus grunted when Sirius' knee caught him hard in the face. "Why so violently?"

The healer was relieved when reinforcements came rushing into the room. "When he went through the veil he had been in a battle with Death Eaters. As far as he knows, he's still in the middle of that battle fighting for his life. Until he fully wakes and his brain catches up, he's going to be fighting us."

Remus watched worriedly as the healers strapped his mate's hands and feet down to the bed. "Is there anything that I can do?"

"Hearing his godson's voice might help," the healer suggested. He knew that Harry Potter was Sirius Black's godson and that the man was devoted to him. He risked his life to save him at the Ministry of Magic.

"Harry," Remus hissed dangerously. "Why the hell would hearing his voice help my mate?" he spat.

Seeing the hate in the werewolf's eyes took the healer by surprise. So far Remus Lupin had been kind and gentle to everyone in the hospital. He wondered if he was the reason why Mr. Potter hadn't been by more to visit his godfather. As far as he knew the teen had only been by once. "If your mate hears Harry's voice, if he knows that he is safe, maybe that will help calm him until he fully wakes. I'm sure Headmaster Dumbledore will allow the boy to leave school for a few hours.

"Can't you just give him a potion or something?" Remus snapped irritably. He still hadn't been able to forgive Harry for almost getting his mate killed. He had felt it, that night at the Ministry, their mate bond severing as Sirius tumbled into the veil. The pain had been worse than his transformations on the night of the full moon. Deep down he knew that it hadn't been all Harry's fault, but if the foolish boy would have only stopped and thought about what he rushing into, not only would Sirius be awake and his normal immature self, but Ron and Hermione would still be alive. Harry almost got three people killed that night. Neither him, nor Moony, were ready to forgive their cub just yet.

"Do you want your mate to wake or remain in a coma for the rest of his life?" The healer snarled. "If we keep loading him up with potions he won't wake, or his waking could be even more violent. Now I'm not asking for you to get Mr. Potter, I'm ordering you to. You can use the floo in my office to get to Hogwarts."

Remus looked down at his mate who was still struggling weakly despite being bound to the bed. With a nod to the healer, he briskly left the room. He didn't want to do this, he didn't want to see Harry and risk hurting him, but if the healer thought that Harry was what was best for his mate, than he would retrieve him from Hogwarts. He felt a bit guilty over ignoring his best friend's son these past months, but if he would have had to of seen him, he would have ended up saying or doing something that he would someday regret. No, the best for everyone involved was for him to keep his distance.

***HP

Dumbledore looked sadly out over the sea of students gathered in the Great Hall for dinner. So far this had been a somber year. Everyone, even the Slytherns it seemed, were missing the Golden Trio. He, himself, dearly missed seeing Harry, that boy had a way of lighting up whatever room he was in.

"Excuse me, Headmaster."

Blinking away his tears, Albus focused on the three students standing in front of him. "How may I help the three of you?"

"Headmaster, we were just wondering where Harry was?" Neville asked awkwardly. He had sent his friend multiple owls over the summer but he never once heard back from him. That wasn't like Harry. Harry never ignored an owl from him or missed his birthday.

"I was hoping to see him on the train," Ginny added softly, the dark circles under her eyes making her look much older than fifteen. "I wanted him to know that I didn't blame him for R-Ron's death," she winced, stumbling over her dead brother's name. "Mom wouldn't let me owl him over the summer."

"That's very kind of you, Mrs. Weasley," Dumbledore said sadly. "And I'm sure hearing that would have meant a lot to him. I'm sorry to inform you, but Mr. Potter is no longer a Hogwarts student. His guardians were found unfit, and since Sirius is still in a come, I sent him to live with a relative of Sirius' overseas."

"What!" Ginny cried out in shock. "Why...why would you do that? Didn't Tonks want to take him in? She adores Harry."

"I'm afraid, Mrs. Weasley, that there were circumstances that prevented anyone else from taking him in."

"Circumstances," Severus snorted, looking down into his cup of tea.

Albus turned his eyes onto his potions master. "Severus, is there something you would like to say to me?"

Severus glared at Dumbledore with his black as night eyes. "I believe, Headmaster, that I said everything I needed to say over the summer." He was still disgusted with the man for what he had done to Potter. Even more, he was disgusted with himself for worrying about the damn brat. Not a day went by where he didn't find himself thinking about him, especially now that school was back in session.

Ginny, Neville and Luna looked at each other in shock. What the hell could have happened to have Snape so upset with Dumbledore. Normally he saved that look for students who melted a cauldron.

"Can we at least send him a letter?" Ginny asked desperately. Not only had she been miserable

all summer over the death of her brother and Hermione, but she couldn't stop thinking and worrying about poor Harry. She had been so angry at her mother when she heard she had attacked Harry, but she had kept her mouth shut because she didn't want to fight with her mom. She was taking the death of her youngest son horribly. Most days she didn't even get out of bed. It had been a very long, sad and mentally draining summer. She wanted to see and hug Harry, to let him know that she still cared for him and that most of the family didn't blame him for Ron's death. Ron had went willingly, he knew the risks.

"Harry needs time to settle in with his new life," Dumbledore said somberly. "I think hearing from you all will make it harder for him. Give him time."

Neville placed a comforting hand on Ginny's shoulder when she opened her mouth to argue. "Thank you, Headmaster," he said with a small bow. "Please let us know when you think it will be a good time to send him a letter."

"I will, Mr. Longbottom," Albus said, feeling guilty for lying to the kids. Harry wouldn't be receiving any letters, he needed to forget about the Wizarding World now that he was as good as a muggle.

"Now why don't you three run along? I'm sure that you have plenty of homework to keep you busy."

"Neville, why did you stop me?" Ginny whispered furiously as they left the Great Hall.

"Because," Neville sighed, "the Headmaster is stubborn, he wasn't going to give in. Let's go to the Owlery and see if Hedwig is still here."

"I like Hedwig," Luna said dreamily. "She's so pretty and smart. She always knows how to find Harry."

Grinning excitedly, the trio took off, not even slowing down to greet the werewolf that was slowly making his way towards the Great Hall.