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***HP

"Ma, wook!"

Harry looked up from where he was settling the twins on the blanket. "That's a ball they're kicking around, Cephie," he said, looking to where his son was pointing to a group of teens that were playing soccer.

"Me?" Cephie asked, pointing to himself with his thumb.

"You want to kick a ball, too?" Harry asked, laughing when Cephie vigorously nodded his head.

"Alright then," Harry said, reaching into the bag he had brought and wandlessly transfiguring a diaper into a ball. "Here you go, baby." Gently he rolled the blue speckled ball to his son.

Turning back, he shook his head when he spotted Oriana digging through his bag. "And just what are you looking for?"

"Baba," Oriana asked, her eyes big and pleading.

"Little piggie," Harry said affectionately. "How about you, Aurora, do you want a baba, too?"

Grinning, Aurora nodded her head. Unlike with Cephie, his girls still didn't have a lot of hair. There was enough strawberry blonde hair to brush and clip a little bow in, but that was about it. It frustrated Draco something fierce, he wanted to style their hair and put them in fancy braids with ribbons.

Checking on Cephie, he giggled when he saw him attempt to kick the ball, only to miss and fall on his butt. Determined, he pushed back up using his hands and aimed another successful kick at the ball, cheering happily when it moved about a foot. Shaking up one formula bottle and one formula, blood bottle, he handed them to his girls then picked Angelus up from where he was starting to fuss. Draping a blanket over himself, he discreetly unbuttoned his shirt and brought his hungry son to his nipple. Hopefully none of the muggles would figure out what he was doing. A male breastfeeding would turn some heads for sure.

"Watch out!"

Snapping his head up at the scream, Harry stared horrified as the ball the teens had been kicking around was flying through the air, right for Cephie's head. His magic was just about to react, when a blur whizzed past him, scooping up his precious baby boy.

***HP

Nostrils flaring, Emmett picked up the scent of human blood coming from the bottle that one of the girls was drinking. What the hell was going on? Little human girls were not supposed to be drinking blood. And what the hell was that boy doing with the baby under the blanket? He sure as hell wished that Rosie was here to give him a smack upside the head, because to him, it looked and smelled like that teen boy was breastfeeding that baby.

Focusing back on the adorable little red headed boy, he threw his head back laughing when he fell on his butt a second time in his attempt to kick the ball. He was itching to get up and help him, to kick the ball with him and play. Never before had he wanted to interact act with a child before. There was just something about him that made him yearn to be with him. Why did the child feel so familiar to him?

"Watch out!"

In all his years of being a vampire, he had seen some horrible things. He had seen people die in car accidents, people get hit by cars, people get mauled by wild animals, he had even once watched as a tree fell on a woman and killed her. In almost all of these incidents he could have helped, possibly even saved a life. He had been tempted, but he was afraid of exposing what he was and putting his mate and family in danger. He figured that it was probably just their time to go, so who was he to interfere with Death's grand plan? Everyone had to go at some point, right?

When he saw that ball heading for that baby though, he was up and running at full vampire speed before he even had a chance to think about the consequences. He was moving off of pure instinct. He had to save that beautiful boy. He couldn't just sit back and watch as that ball hit that baby in the head, possibly causing severe brain trauma. He had heard of people dying from less than a ball to the head.

He got to the baby just in time. As he scooped him up, he felt the ball graze his shoulder. Stopping, he quickly scanned the boy with his eyes and nose checking for any injuries. He was relieved when he didn't see or smell any blood, but he was floored when he scented vampire. It wasn't just that this child had been close to a vampire recently, he was a vampire. As shocking as that was, it was even more shocking that he smelled human too. This child was both vampire and human.

***Hhp

"Cepheus!" Harry screamed at the top of his lungs. One second he was there playing, blissfully unaware of the ball that was about to smash into his small head, and the next second he was gone. Vanished!

"He's safe," Emmett said from behind the teen.

Spinning around, Harry lunged to his feet. Angel was no longer nursing, but he was still clutched protectively in his arms. Instantly he was at the strangers side, inspecting his whimpering son. "Sweet Merlin, Cephie, are you alright?" He cried, running his fingers through his ginger hair. Cephie had his arms around the stranger, clinging to him for dear life, his face in the man's thick neck."

"Ma!" Cephie whimpered.

Never before had Harry wished for more arms. He wanted to snatch his son from the stranger, but he still had Angel in his arms. He was shaking so bad though that he feared that he was going to drop his baby. In a blink of an eye he could have lost his first born. That ball had been traveling extremely fast and right at his delicate, little head.

"I'll place him on the blanket," Emmett offered. He could smell the fear and concern rolling off of the teen.

"Thank you," Harry mumbled, his eyes only for his son. He didn't even know what the man who had just saved his son looked liked like.

If Emmett had been confused over the baby's scent, he was even more confused when he caught the scent of the teen and one of the twin girls. Both of them smelled of vampire and human also.

Still shaking uncontrollably, Harry strapped Angel into the baby seat then fell onto the blanket next to Cephius who was still clinging to the man's arm.

"Mama!" He cried, finally bursting into tears.

Harry wished that he could whip out his wand out and scan his son for injuries, but he couldn't do so with a muggle present. Instead he started running his hand over every inch of his body. "Baby, are you alright? Do you hurt anywhere?"

Popping his thumb into his mouth, Cepheus shook his head no.

Grinning down at the boy that was still clinging to him, Emmett ran his fingers through his baby-fine curly hair. "The ball grazed me on the shoulder, but it didn't touch him. I think he's a bit shook up from me picking him so suddenly, but he's not hurt."

"Thank you so much. You don't know how..." Harry froze as he looked at the man for the first time. "Vampire!" he choked out fearfully, yanking his son from the man and shoving him behind him.

Flashbacks of his one and only encounter with a vampire threatened to overwhelm him. He had seen Sanguine from a distance at Slughorn's Christmas party, but the only time he had been close to a vampire was the night that he was raped and bitten.

Emmett threw his hands up in surrender. "Hey, relax, I won't hurt you or the babies. I'm a good guy. Remember, I just saved that little one."

Harry could feel his son clinging to his back and trembling. As much as he wanted to comfort him, he couldn't. No way in hell was he taking his eyes off of the giant vampire, especially with his four children in his arms reach.

Emmett winced when the boy stared at him with raw fear. Obviously his previous encounters with vampires hadn't ended on a positive note. "Kid, look at my eyes. I don't drink human blood."

"Bwood," Aurora giggled, completely clueless of the tension. Shaking her empty bottled, she hurled it in the air in her frustration.

Harry watched with dread as the bottle hit the vampire right between the eyes. He had expected the giant to freak, maybe even kill his daughter, instead he rubbed at his nose chuckling.

"That's one heck of an arm you have there, little princess. When you get bigger, I want you on my baseball team."

After being bit, Harry had read every book on vampires that he could find in the Black Library and owl order from various bookstores. Headmaster Dumbledore had even written to Sanguine and the vampire had sent him a book that he had personally written on vampires. He had said that it only contained the truth, not the bullshit written by prejudiced wizards. There was a small section in his book about a handful of vampires, personal friends of his, that only fed off of animal blood. The only visible difference between them and human drinking vampires were their amber colored eyes. Eyes very much like Moony's.

"I won't hurt you," Emmett said again, this time a little slower. "Honest. I'm a good guy."

Harry could see the sincerity in the man's eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to let his guard down. Not after everything he had suffered at the hands of a vampire. A little voice in the back of his head was trying to tell him that not all vampires were bad. Like with humans, wizards and werewolves, there were some that were good, and some that were very bad. He shouldn't judge an entire species by just one horrific encounter.

"Good!" Cepheus grinned, peeking around Harry's shoulder.

"I'm a very, very good guy," Emmett stressed, wiggling his fingers at the boy.

Harry quickly looked to his twins and Angel, relaxing only slightly when he saw that Angel was once again sleeping while his girls had crawled off the blanket in their quest to get Cephie's ball.

"Are you alright, kid?" Emmett asked, looking to the teen in concern. He didn't see him as threat, but he had no clue what to expect from someone who was both human and vampire.

No, he wasn't ok. Harry was bloody terrified. He was alone with his four innocent children with a dangerous vampire. "What are you doing here?" He blurted out in his fear.

"Honest?" Emmett chuckled, hoping to relax the kid. He was looking at at him like he was going to eat him and then the little ones for desert. "I'm hiding from my mate and siblings. We're visiting from America and the girls are on a shopping marathon."

Harry wanted to grab his children and run, but he was afraid that being rude would piss off the abnormally muscular vampire. "Vampires shop?" he asked, smacking his hand over his lips when he realized how rude it sounded.

"Some more than others," Emmett groaned. "My wife is a shopaholic. I keep telling her that she's absolutely stunning naked and she should just walk around like that, but she just smacks me on the back of the head then buys more clothes."

Harry's lips quivered at the beginnings of a grin. It was hard to imagine anyone getting away with smacking him. His wife sounded a lot like Draco, he could shop for a week straight.

"No mack," Cepheus said, still hiding behind Harry. "No bite Uncee Ron."

Snorting, Harry nodded his head. "That's right, Cephie, it's not nice to smack or bite."

Emmett couldn't take his eyes off of the little fangs peeking out from the little boy's gums. "What are you guys? I have been a vampire for a long time and I have never run into someone who smelled of vampire and human."

"I don't know you," Harry said wearily. Why would he tell this stranger his secrets?

Emmett took his eyes off of the little boy and looked back to the teen. "You're not as tough as us and you don't to heal instantly like us either. Who the hell gave you a black eye and took a chunk out of your shoulder?"

Mortified, Harry looked down and saw that his shoulder and chest were bare. He had been nursing Angel when Cephie was almost hit with the ball and he had forgotten to button his shirt back up.

Whistling, Emmett leaned in to get a closer look at the bite wound. "A human did that? Son of a bitch. Dude, you need to get that looked at. The human mouth is full of germs, bacteria and other icky stuff."

Harry yanked his shirt up and covered Blaise's bite mark. "I'm fine," he mumbled.

Emmett could tell that the boy was anything but fine. "If you say so. By the way, the name is Emmett McCarty Cullen."

Harry recognized the name Cullen, it had been in Sanguine's book in the section about animal drinking vampires. He said that the Cullens were close friends of his and were a peaceful coven that lived amongst the humans. Could he trust this Emmett?"

"Dude, you really need to relax some," Emmett chuckled. "I'm not going to hurt you or the rugrats. My wife would kill me if I even look at them funny, she adores children."

"I have learned the hard way not to trust easily...especially vampires."

"I don't trust vampires either," Emmett snorted, "but I'm a good vampire."

"Have you ever drank human blood before?" Harry asked curiously.

Wincing, Emmett nodded his head yes. "It's been over twenty years since human blood has touched my lips, but sadly I have slipped a few times. We try not to drink from humans, but it can be very difficult. My father, though, he was turned in 1663 and he has never drank human blood. He's the most compassionate man you will ever meet. He's even a doctor in a human hospital."

"Really?" Harry asked, perking up a bit and relaxing some more. "I'm studying to become a hea...a doctor too."

"So you don't drink human blood either?" Emmett asked. He didn't know about the teen or the little boy, but he had smelled human blood in the little girl's bottle.

Harry opened his arms when Aurora and Oriana came crawling back to him. "I do, but I'm not venomous and I only drink donated blood."

"Lucky little shit," Emmett teased. "Dude, I would love to drink human blood. Animal blood tastes like crap. Are the littles the same as you?"

Feeling more comfortable around the large vampire, Harry pulled Cephie out from behind him. "This is Cepheus," he said, introducing his son, "and this is Aurora. They're not venomous either and they drink human blood, too. They other two are normal human babies."

"Bwood?" Cepheus asked, looking to Harry. "Yummies for me?"

Harry went to reach into his bag to get Cephie a blood sippy, but froze. "Uhm, will you be alright if I give him a sippy full of human blood?" He knew that vampires had a hard time controlling themselves when they smelled human blood.

"Naw, I'm good," Emmett grinned.

Nodding his head, Harry pulled out a red sippy cup and warmed it wordlessly and wandlessly with his hand. "Here you go, baby."

"Dank you," Cephie grinned, taking the sippy and popping it onto his mouthing. Looking around, he toddled over to Emmett and plopped down on his lap.

Harry tensed at first, his instincts screaming at him a keep his kids away from the vampire, but he relaxed when he saw the look that the vampire was giving his son. The bear like vampire was in complete awe of his little Cephie. It also helped him relax some knowing that Cephie wouldn't crawl in a man's lap that was evil. With his empathy, he could sense when someone had bad intentions. For example, his son despised Minister Fudge.

Emmett leaned back so the little one in his lap could recline and get more comfortable. He could tell by his heavy lidded eyes that he was sleepy. "This is incredible," he said in awe.

"Ma, ummies?" Oriana asked, pointing to her brother.

"You're hungry, too? But you just had a baba," Harry chuckled, tickling his daughter's tummy. "Alright, let me see what I have."

Emmett watched curiously as the teen, he still hadn't learned his name, dug through his bag and pulled out two containers. Immediately he could smell blood coming from one of them.

"Alright, sillies, take a seat." Harry ordered, popping the lids off the plastic containers. One container had sliced up bananas, while the other container had sliced up bananas soaked in blood."

"No way!" Emmett barked. "She can eat human food too." He asked, watching as the toddler shoved a red banana slice into her mouth.

"Yes, but only if soaked or dipped in blood. We can't digest straight human food," Harry explained.

"That is insane," Emmett said, voice full of wonderment. "I'm so jealous, I would love to eat human food again. Man, what I wouldn't give to sink my teeth into a big juicy steak or eat a piece of warm buttered bread. I never had pizza as a human, but damn it looks good."

"I admit, it's great being able to still eat human food, but I find myself drinking more and more blood. Then again, I'm so busy with these four that I very seldom have time to sit down and eat. It's much easier to heat up a glass of blood then to cook something up and sit and eat. These four keep me on my toes."

It just clicked in Emmett's brain, these kids had called the teen ma and mama. Not knowing how to ask delicately, he just blurted it out. "Are you a dude? Because dude, they called you momma."

"Ma!" Oriana cried with banana goo dribbling out of her mouth. "Ma!" She called again, pointing to Harry.

"See!" Emmett said, squinting his eyes to look at the teen better. "You smell like a dude."

"That's because I am a dude," Harry chuckled, relaxing even more. He was starting to like this veggie vamp, he had that full of life feel to him that the twins had. He envied those mischief makers, he wished that he could live life so carefree and fun.

"I'm confused," Emmett confessed.

Harry pulled out some toys and handed them to his girls. Checking on Angel, he found that he was still peacefully sleeping. It must be all the fresh air because Cephie was out like a light in Emmett's lap. Grabbing a blanket from the bag, he carefully placed it over him. "It's a bit of a long story. Do you have the time?"

"Time, and then some. My wife and sister-in-law won't stop shopping until the stores close down and they get physically tossed out."

"I guess first I should tell you my name. It's Harry, Harry Potter." He was relieved when there was no recognition in the vampire's eyes. "As I said, the little one in you lap is Cepheus, the little one with the blood bananas is Aurora, her twin sister is Oriana and the baby is Angelus. All four are my children...my biological children that I birthed from my very much male body."

"You're shitting me," Emmett snorted. "Men can't have kids."

"Unfortunately this one can," Harry said softly. He would never want his kids to think they were unwanted, but his life had been ruined because of his ability to carry. "Do you know of the existence of wizards?"

"Shit, you're a wizard? Yeah, my dad has a friend that use to be a wizard, Sanguine. He gave up his magic to be with his mate."

"That's right. See, wizards and witches can't be vampires unless they lock up their magic first for good before being bitten. The vampire venom and the magic would fight each other if they didn't until it finally killed the witch or wizard. I'm a mutant freak. I survived the bite without locking my magic up."

"So you were bitten?" Emmett asked, hanging off the teen's every word. "Against your will?"

"I was attacked and bitten a few years back. I probably would have died if my godfather hadn't found me and nursed me through the change. It was horrible and I prayed for death at the time, but here I am now, a mutant, hybrid vampire/wizard who can get knocked up."

"Can you still do magic?" Emmett asked excitedly. While he knew of the existence of magic users, he had never actually met one. He didn't count Sanguine, he could no longer use his magic.

Harry looked around them, noticing that the teens had moved off and they were now alone. Holding his hand out, he summoned Cephie's ball.

"Wicked!" Emmett crowed softly, mindful of the two sleeping boys. "So, can all male wizards get knocked up?"

"No," Harry scowled. "It's actually an extremely rare thing. I'm the first submissive in over a hundred and fifty years. My parents tried to keep the fact that I was a carrier hidden, but they died when I was a baby. I, myself, didn't know until I got pregnant with Cephie. Unfortunately there are laws in place over male submissives and they aren't very good. We're basically treated like broodmares. Some of our world's most powerful witches and wizards were birthed from male submissives. Because of that they they sell us off to the most powerful and richest purebloods to bond with and have children with. Or in my case, multiple wizards since they feel that I'm immortal, and as such, should be shared with the wizarding world...or at least those that are rich enough to purchase me and grease the palm of the Minister."

"You are kidding me," Emmett hissed dangerously. "Not to sound stupid, but you don't want to be used like that, do you?"

"Hell no!" Harry cried softly. "I love my babies, but this isn't the life that I wanted. Who wants to be passed around to a bunch of arrogant assholes year after year to be raped?"

Emmett had to force himself to remain calm, he had a sleeping toddler in his lap. It was hard though, rape was a very touchy subject for him. He sweet Rose was still haunted by her rape despite it being so long ago. "Isn't there anything that you can do to fight it?"

Harry reached up and touched his bruised face. "The Minister has threatened to put everyone I care about in a wizarding prison if I run." He couldn't believe that he was sitting here telling Emmett everything, but it felt good telling a stranger. He liked this better than talking to his mind healer.

Emmett looked at the large bruise on the teen's face. "Did the man you are with do that and give you the bite mark on your shoulder?"

Harry could see that Emmett's amber eyes were starting to turn black. "Emmett, are you alright?"

"Dude, I'm far from alright, but you don't have to worry about me. I have control over myself. Are you going to answer the question, Harry?"

"Yes," Harry admitted shamefully. "He did both last night when I wouldn't cooperate with him."

"If you give me his address, I'll kill him for you," Emmett offered, meaning it.

Harry smiled at the large vampire. For some reason he felt comfortable around him. "I don't want to see you get in trouble, Emmett. This is my third time being sent to someone, I'll survive. I have to, my babies need me."

"So they all have different fathers? How old are you anyway? You look all of fourteen."

"I look older than fourteen," Harry pouted. "I was a month shy of my seventeenth birthday when I was turned and my twentieth birthday was just yesterday. My kids are from three different fathers, but they are my life. I would never hold their conception against them."

Emmett thought that the teen sitting across from him was the strongest person that he had ever met. "Have you thought about going to the Volturi and asking for help? Technically you are a vampire." He couldn't picture Aro allowing the wizards to get away with what they were doing to one of his subjects. "Then again, the Volturi could pose an even greater threat to you."He added thoughtfully. He was going to have to ask Carlisle about this when he returned.

"My godfathers and I thought the same thing." Harry admitted. "The Headmaster at my old school has met with Aro, Caius and Marcus a few times, he said that Aro is very power hungry."

"That's putting it lightly," Emmett snorted.

Looking down at his watch, Harry cursed and jumped to his feet. "Shit, I have to get going. I only have an hour and a half until I have to...well I just have to go," he said. He only had an hour and a half until he had to floo to Blaise's again if he wasn't pregnant, and going by how his magic felt when he knew that he was pregnant with Angel, Severus wouldn't be giving him any good news.

As Harry gathered up their stuff and strapped the girls in the stroller, Emmett took a quick selfie of himself with Cephie. Rosie would never believe that a toddler fell asleep in his lap if he didn't have proof. "Hey, you going to come back to the park tomorrow?" He knew what the teen had left out. He had to go back to that fucker that hurt him.

Harry carefully lifted Cephie off of Emmett and put him in his seat, grinning when he didn't wake up. "My little ones don't get out much, this was good for them. If I can get away again, and if the weather is nice, we'll be back tomorrow."

"I'll be looking for you," Emmett said, feeling bad that they were separating. He felt as if Harry and his children were supposed to be with them, were supposed to be part of their family.

"Thanks," Harry said with a grin. Turning, he took off for home, walking as fast as he could.

***HP

Harry wasn't even all the way in the door when Sirius grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. "Dammit, Harry, you have been gone for hours. I wanted to send out a search party but Moony told me to give you until five. Where the hell have you been?"

Harry melted in his godfather's arms. "The park," he mumbled into his chest. "Sorry about earlier, I just needed to get away with my babies."

Sirius pulled back, wincing when he got a closer look at Harry's bruised face. "Zabini do that?"

Nodding his head, Harry pulled his shirt down and showed him his shoulder. "And this. He was mad because I refused to play his sex games."

"In here, Potter," Severus snapped. "Let me take a look at that. It looks like it's starting to fester."

"It is," Harry admitted sheepishly. He was a healer's apprentice, he knew better than to let a human bite go untreated.

Remus and Draco came out to help Harry with the kids. "Why the hell didn't you leave him, Potter," Draco snapped in disgust. He wasn't disgusted with Harry, he was disgusted that the man he loved would do something like that to Harry.

"Because, Draco, your father is next again. If I would have left Zabini's last night, I would be getting ready to go to Malfoy Manor right now."

"Fuck," Draco snarled.

"Now you understand why I stayed." Harry said tiredly. Damn he was exhausted. He hadn't slept in over forty hours.

"Draco and I will take the kids up for baths while Severus treats you," Remus offered.

"Thanks, but I want to bathe them. I just...I just need them." Harry said sadly.

"Then I'll get their dinner ready," Remus said, softly kissing Harry on the temple.

"Shirt off and sit on your ass, Potter," Severus huffed. "Looks like I'm going to have to talk to Falcon about you. If you're walking around with a festering wound than obviously you're too stupid to become a healer."

Harry rolled his eyes, he knew that Severus was just grumping because of the situation. "I wasn't thinking about my injuries when I got home. I just wanted to get away with my babies." Harry sat quietly as Severus healed his shoulder than rubbed bruise salve over the entire side of his face. When the man scanned his belly then looked at him shaking his head no, he knew then and there that he would be returning to Zabini Manor that night.

"I'm sorry, Potter," Severus said when his ex-student started tearing up.

Biting his lip, Harry shrugged his shoulder. "I didn't think that I was, my magic didn't feel different. Thanks for patching me up." Getting to his feet, he went in search of kids so he could give them a bath then help feed them their dinner. Hopefully he had time to eat before leaving, he hadn't eaten all day.

***HP

Rosalie went to hug her mate when she froze, nostrils flaring. Her mate was covered in the oddest scent. "What is that sweet smell all over you? It smells like a vampire, but it's strange."

Grinning from ear to ear, Emmett whipped out his phone and thrust it under her nose. "I just spent the last three hours being a snuggle bear for this adorable child."

Rosalie couldn't stop herself from reaching out and touching the screen. "Emmett, how? Oh my god, he's beautiful." She longed to be able to touch his sweet face for real. Scowling, her head snapped back up. "How dare you put a baby in danger. You could have hurt him?"

"Relax, babe," Emmett chuckled. "I saved the little thing from having his head crushed by a soccer ball. Rosie, I held a baby," he said in awe. "He wasn't scared of me and he crawled up onto my lap on his own and fell asleep."

Rosalie couldn't help but be jealous. She hadn't held a baby since before her turning. She didn't trust herself accidentally hurting one. "You could have bitten him, Emmett," she growled.

Emmett tugged on his shirt. "Babe, that scent you asked about, that's him. Cepheus was no ordinary boy. Get this, he's half human and half vampire."

"Dammit, Emmett," Rosalie screeched throwing his phone back at him. "I wish you would stop playing pranks on me. I take it you wasted the afternoon Photoshopping that picture?"

Emmett looked down at his phone to make sure Rose hadn't accidentally deleted his picture. That picture with him and Cepheus meant a lot to him. "I'm not pranking you, Rose," he said sourly. "I met a kid in the park who was a wizard before getting turned. He had four kids, two of them where vampire hybrids like him."

"Him?" Rosalie snorted. "Whatever, Emmett. I'm too stressed out to deal with your jokes right now. I hate being here with the Volturi, I just want to go home."

Sighing, Emmett decided to drop it for now. When his Rosie got like this there was no reasoning with her. He thought about talking to Edward about the kid's situation, but after being shot down by his mate, he didn't feel like going into details again only for him not to believe him either. Maybe tomorrow he could get some more pictures of the little one...maybe even the entire family. He really liked them and wanted to be able to help.

***HP

Pocketing the picture he drew of his mate, or at least what he remembered of him, Jasper stood up and made his way off of the plane following his father. He was both excited and terrified to be here. He could soon have his mate with him, but he wasn't delusional enough to think that the boy would accept him with open arms. He brutally raped him and turned him into a monster. That was unforgivable.

"Just take it one minute at a time, Jasper," Carlisle encouraged. "This isn't going to be easy, but we'll find him and make him see that you weren't completely at fault. Your vampire took over when he scented his mate."

"All this time he has been out there, Carlisle. He suffered through the change alone. I should have been there for him."

"You can't change the past, Jasper," Esme said lovingly. "All you can do is be there for him now."

Demetri wanted to gag, all this mushy shit was getting to him. If becoming a veggie vamp turned you into a pussy, than he would happily feast on humans until they slaughtered themselves into extinction. Reaching the limo that was waiting for them, he opened the door, but then slammed it shut right as the human loving coven leader went to get it.

"Demetri?" Carlisle questioned.

"He's not here," Demetri answered flatly.

"What do you mean?" Jasper growled dangerously.

"I mean, lover boy," Demetri smirked. "Your pooky bear is no longer here."

"How the hell do you know that? We haven't even started looking yet."

Demetri just stood there glaring at the clueless empath. "Because I track people through the tenors of their mind. Even though I have never met him, you have. I'm able to track his tenors through you. Your mate is no longer here."

Carlisle clasped Jasper's shoulder when he went to speak again. His son currently wasn't in a good place and he didn't need him butting heads with a coveted member of Aro's guard. Especially not while his four other children were currently under that man's roof. "Can you sense where he is?"

Grinning, showing his perfectly white teeth, Demetri chuckled. "The boy is in Italy!"

"What!" Jasper cried. That couldn't be possible.

"I don't know how he moved so fast without me sensing it, maybe he has a teleportation gift or something, but he is currently in Italy."

"So we're going back?" Esme asked in concern. She knew all this waiting was killing her son.

Demetri had his phone out and was texting, fingers flying so fast that the human eye wouldn't even be able to register it. "The earliest the jet can take off again is twelve hours."

"We need to return now," Jasper growled.

"How about this. While we wait, why don't we go to Surrey, back to Little Whinging, and ask around. Maybe we can learn your mate's name and find out what happened to him after...after the attack." Carlisle suggested helpfully.

Jasper just wanted to get back on the plane, but there was nothing he could do about that. "Alright," he conceded reluctantly. Going back to that neighborhood was better than just sitting around waiting. Besides, it would be great to learn his mate's name.

***HP

"Honestly, Carlisle, by eating these people we are doing them a favor," Demetri sneered in disgust. "Would you want to live here?"

Carlisle wouldn't admit it, but the vampire had a point. How could someone live in a neighborhood where everything was identical? The houses were the same, the colors were the same, the front yards had the same trees and flowers in them, the mailboxes were the same, hell, most even had the same make and color cars sitting in their driveways. It was all very painful on the eyes.

"Wonder if your boy is as boring as the neighborhood he grew up in?" Demetri chuckled.

Jasper grit his teeth and did his best to ignore him. The tracker had been trying to get under his skin since they left Volturi. The man couldn't hide his feeling from him, though. Deep down he was jealous because he wanted a mate of his own.

"The lady in the park was pretty positive that a boy matching your mate's description use to live on Privet Drive," Esme said, giving her son a reassuring smile. "Let's just start knocking on doors." Their first stop after leaving the airport had been the park where Jasper had attacked the boy years ago while they were on vacation. She had seen how hard it had been on her son, being back at the place where he had raped his mate. After asking the only woman in the park who was watching her three year old son run around, they decided to leave the limo and walk to Privet Drive where the woman thought that Jasper's mate lived. She didn't know his name, but she had said that he had looked very familiar when she looked at the drawing of him.

"Now that one looks juicy," Demetri said licking at his lips. "While the extra large ones don't always smell good, their blood is so much sweeter. It's all the junk they eat, you see. He probably consumes a couple pounds of cakes, cookies and chocolates a day."

Carlisle followed the vampire's hungry gaze to a whale of a man who was attempting to squeeze himself out of a car that was much too small for him. The mammoth of a man was easily over five hundred pounds.

"Maybe we should offer to grease him down to help pop him out," Demetri said, grinning at his own joke. "Then again, if I drain him now that might do the trick also. Just take a whiff, veggie vamps, he had bacon for breakfast and donuts for an after lunch snack today. He's absolutely mouthwatering. Damn I love the fat ones."

"Shut the fuck up!" Jasper snapped. It wasn't like him to curse, but the damn trackers ramblings was making him hungry. He couldn't remember the last time he fed, and Demetri was right, that damn fat guy smelled mouthwatering.

"Jasper, can you handle this?" Carlisle asked in concern.

Not answering, Jasper pulled the picture out of his back pocket and stormed up the fat man's driveway. "Excuse me, sir?"

With a loud grunt, Vernon Dursley pushed himself out of his car. Turning to the voice, he sneered when he spotted the well dressed, obviously rich brat. "I'm not buying any of your school fundraising shit so just bugger it the hell off!"

"Not even the finest Swiss chocolate in the world?" Demetri asked, licking his lips hungrily.

Vernon opened and closed his mouth a few times. There was something about this group of people that made him feel very uncomfortable, but he loved Swiss chocolate. "How much?" he grunted, pulling out his wallet.

"That's not why we're here, sir," Carlisle said kindly. "We're actually looking for someone. Could you please take a look?" He asked, nodding to Jasper.

Vernon rudely snatched the crude drawing out of the rich brat's hands. Staring at the picture, he could feel his blood start to boil. "Never seen the worthless freak. Now get the fuck off my property before I call the authorities. You're nothing but a bunch of freaks like him."

"Oh, I'm so coming back and draining him," Demetri hissed after the rude man disappeared inside his house. "How dare that human call me a freak."

"Jasper, what did you get from him?" Carlisle asked, noticing that his son's eyes were black.

"He knows who he is. The rage he felt when he saw the picture was almost enough to knock me on my ass. I think that the tracker is onto something. That bastard needs to be drained."

All four vampires turned back to the house when someone came walking out. It was a young man that was obviously the fat man's son, except he was fit and much kinder looking.

"Excuse me," Dudley called, rushing to the group of people who were too damn good looking. "I overheard my father ranting about my cousin. Can I please see the picture to see if it's him your looking for?"

Jasper handed over the drawing, focusing on the boy's emotions. He could tell that he recognized his mate right away.

"That is my cousin Harry Potter," Dudley confirmed. "Is he in some kind of trouble?"

"No, not at all," Carlisle quickly reassured. "My son met him a few years ago and was hoping to see him again while we're in town."

Dudley looked the strangers up from head to toe. "Are you from his lot?" He asked, noticing that they were dressed normal, not like the Wizards he had met before.

"His lot?" Demetri asked, quirking an eyebrow up. If this kid knew about the existence of vampires then he was going to have to take care of him.

"From his school?" Dudley asked slowly. He didn't want let it slip if they weren't wizards. "The special school that he went to in Scotland?"

"No, we're from America," Carlisle explained. "Do you know where we can find Harry?"

Shaking his head, Dudley handed the paper back. "I haven't seen Harry in years. He disappeared when he was sixteen. We came home from vacation and he was gone. We haven't seen or heard from him since."

"Why didn't he go on vacation with you?" Esme asked, fearing the answer. It didn't take an empath or a mind reader to see that the fat man loathed Harry.

"My parents didn't exactly like Harry. His parents died when he was fifteen months old and he was literally left on our doorstep. My mom hated her sister and she transferred that hate onto Harry. My dad, he hates anything different or abnormal and Harry was as different as they came."

"Look, his old babysitter, Mrs Figg, may know where he's at or how to get in contact with his people. She lives over on Wisteria Walk. If...if you do find him, can you tell him I was asking about him? I was a bully to him growing up, I didn't know any better, it was how my parents raised me. I would like to apologize to him, and I have been worried about him."

"I'm not the spoiled brat that I use to be anymore. I became a teacher for troubled teens. Well, this will actually be my first year teaching coming up this fall. I'll be teaching at St Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys. Kind of funny when you think about it. My dad use to lie and tell everyone that Harry went there. The entire neighborhood was scared of him. Stupid sheep that they are, Harry would never hurt anyone."

"Anyway, if you do see him, ask him to write me. I would love to hear from him." Waving, Dudley turned and ran back into the house.

"Thank god," Demetri moaned. "I didn't think the shit was ever going to shut up."

Jasper grinned. His mate's name was Harry...Harry Potter.