FULL SUMMARY: Albus, Harry, and Voldemort are really immortals who like to be amused, thus the creation of Voldemort's reign of evil and Albus, along with Harry, make it a game to collect followers to try and stop him. They don't care much for the human race, finding their emotions and reactions funny; though they never thought that after the war moving would be so dramatic. Especially when they move to Forks, Washington, where they meet non-magical vampires and muggles who can turn into wolves.

A/N: Sorry for such a delay! I seemed to have lost my inspiration for this for a little bit (or I could have just gotten bored...) but NEVER FEAR, I AM HERE WITH AN UPDATE! I hope I keep getting lots of reviews (as I enjoy them immensely), and thank you all for being so very patient!

CHAPTER NINE

Looking into the mirror, Hadrian sighed. His neck was closed now, leaving a bright pink-ish purple line across his neck where it was cut. It was late, and no one was home yet, much to Harry's boredom. If it were up to him, he would just keep Albus around so they could talk or play or watch television together; at least it would save him from feeling like he should bash his head through a wall out of boredom.

Video games. That's what Harry needed. Padding through the house, he stepped into the basement and transfigured a large TV from a wooden block. It would stay like that for a few hours, and that was enough to make Harry happy. He also took the time to transfigure a game system, a few games, and a chair. The system was a game cube, and the games he'd chosen were Super Mario Sunshine, Kirby Air Ride, and Luigi's Mansion. Taking out a memory card from his expanded pockets, he grinned. At least he would have something to do until his family got home.

Back at the Cullen household, Jasper was seated on one of the living room chairs, being stared down by the rest of his family. Despite everything, he knew he had to explain at least something to his family; whether it be his feeling for Harry, or why he had gotten attached so fast. He would probably have to explain both anyway, as Esme or Edward would force him to speak of it. Clearing his throat, even if he didn't have to, he sat straighter in his seat and looked Carlisle directly in the eyes.

"You have questions?" his soft voice carried across the room well, alerting everyone that the conversation was now starting between Jasper and the family.

"Yes, we do. What has you acting so strangely around the Riddle boy?" Jasper took a breath and let it out in a whoosh. At least they were asking one question at a time, was his fleeting thought.

"I believe I have subconsciously claimed him as my mate… I feel as though I have to protect him and make sure he's happy. It's a stronger feeling than what I had when I was with Alice before we broke up." Good. This conversation was going to be calm, if any of the others' feelings were anything to go by. The chances of it turning sour were low so far. Looking towards Alice, Jasper was happy to note that she was feeling ecstatic, and the grin on her face would have been contagious if he weren't in such a serious conversation.

"Why him?" was the next question, from Rosalie. She had the air of curiosity about her, and he could feel that she was trying to mask her excitement. She'd only met the boy once or twice and she already liked him? What was going on?

"Err, I don't know? I suppose it was just a feeling I got from him. He has mostly pleasant emotions, and I find he doesn't panic over a lot of things. He's also funny… and beautiful. His eyes are stunning." Jasper almost lost himself to his thoughts, and he would have blushed if he could when Edward cleared his throat loudly, obviously hearing his thoughts on how amazingly beautiful and exquisite Hadrian was.

Carlisle spoke up again, sending a glance to Edward before returning his gaze back to Jasper. "Does he know?"

Hesitantly, Jasper gave a slight nod. "He knows I have feelings for him that control my instincts. He said he didn't want to jump into anything, and it would be best if we became friends first. I was over there earlier, getting to know him a bit. He's lovely." Sighing, Jasper ignored the looks he got in favour of thinking about school on Monday, where he'd see Harry next, most likely. Carlisle gave a nod to his adopted son and let Esme giggle over how cute Jasper was being. It wasn't long before Alice was joining in, and it looked as if Jasper was becoming uncomfortable.

Emmett, becoming fed up with all the giggling and cooing noises, let out his own loud question, "Will he be coming over frequently?" he was kind of excited to have a new video game buddy, even if Harry didn't play video games (He would find out when he next saw him).

"Most likely. Is everyone okay with that? Rosalie? Edward?" he got nods of affirmation from the two he was worried most about, and relaxed. It would be okay to bring Harry home now, and he wouldn't mind getting to know Hadrian's father and grandfather as well; maybe he would learn something more about Harry if he spoke to them and they became friends.

As the conversation came to a close, the family drifted into different parts of the house. Jasper himself went out for a bit of hunting, while Alice went and decided to play chess with Edward, and Esme, Rosalie, and Emmett stayed in the living area to watch some TV, letting Carlisle go to his study to read a bit and wait for tomorrow.

Letting out a deep sigh and throwing his controller down, Harry stood and went up to the kitchen. It looked like everyone would be out late again tonight, so he was left to either sleep or wait. Being bored of waiting, Harry ate a bit before retiring to bed, maybe hoping to sleep right away so the next day would come faster. Sitting at the edge of his bed, he decided to bring out his death diary again, so he could write out his latest experience. It would definitely pass the time.

Opening the diary to a fresh page, Harry picked up a pen that had been left in the box from his last recording.

'Dear Diary of Mine' He wrote,

'A couple of days ago, I stupidly thought it would be a brilliant idea to slit my throat, outside. I have no idea how this thought came into my head, as we could have easily done it in the training room… but oh well, what's done is done.

We were, however, discovered by the vampires. Their Seer, Alice, had a vision of me having my throat slit, which did happen. As we weren't expecting it, we were caught, and brought to their house and had an interesting conversation. We even told them our ages! They were so shocked.

Hadrian Salanyme Riddle, September-I-forget-what-day-it-is, 2004'

Closing the book gently, Harry knew he probably should have written the date, but he honestly forgot! He could always add it in later when he remembered, but for now he was feeling slightly drowsy. Putting the journal into the box and closing the lid, he pushed it back under the bed and set the pen on his side table. Laying down and covering himself in his blankets, he was glad he was still in his pajamas from the night before.

Closing his eyes, Hadrian Riddle was ignorant to the fact that there were warm amber eyes watching him from the other side of his window.