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**HP

Watching Jasper fight was both terrifying, and exhilarating...and maybe a bit of a turn on. He had never seen anyone fight like that, and Jasper was fighting both Dr. Cullen and Emmett and was easily winning.

"You hanging in there, Harry?" Edward asked, as he took his position as guard in front of him.

Clutching his bloody leg, Harry looked warily up at Edward Cullen. Did he look like he was hanging the hell in there? He was bleeding profusely, his leg looked like a bomb had went off in it, and he had a knot forming on his head the size of Professor Quirrell's turban. On what planet did he look like he was hanging in there?

Going by the look in Harry's eyes, Edward was glad that he couldn't read his mind. "Just hang in there a bit longer," he said, turning his attention back to the fight.

Harry started whimpering when he saw Sam approach the fight. He didn't know if he was more worried about Sam getting hurt, or Jasper. Sam he saw as an older, very protective big brother or even uncle, and Jasper he was falling in love with. Both men meant the world to him and he didn't want to see either get hurt...especially because of him.

"Damn," Edward cursed. "The rest of the pack are coming." From reading Sam's thoughts, he knew that the shifter wasn't going to kill Jasper, at least not yet anyway. Sam was now worried that Jasper was Harry's imprint, which kind of made him off limits to kill. Harry may not be a wolf shifter, but he was still considered pack. That's not to say that he wouldn't kill Jasper, but as of right now he was going to talk with Harry first.

It was the rest of the pack joining the fight that concerned him. He was worried that they would ignore their law on not harming another's imprint and kill Jasper. They could claim that there was no proof that Jasper was Harry's imprint and that they were just trying to protect their most vulnerable pack member.

"Harry, the rest of the pack are coming in strong, I'm going to have to leave you to talk to Billy. He's the only one who can keep them from tearing Jasper to shreds." Edward explained. "Will you be alright for a minute on your own?"

Scowling, Harry took his eyes off of the fight to glare at Edward. No he wouldn't be alright, none of this was alright. He just wanted to shift and run away and never look back. Why did his life always revolve around a battle of some sort? Why couldn't he just live a boring life like everyone else?

"Right," Edward grimaced when the boy just glared at him. "I'll be right back."

Turning back to the fight, Harry tried to focus on what was happening, but he was starting to really feel light headed from blood loss. He could see that Dr. Cullen, Emmett and Sam were trying not to kill Jasper, but Jasper wasn't holding back. Hearing a loud snapping sound, Harry cried out loudly when Sam crumbled to the ground.

Without thinking about his safety, or even the immense pain that he was in, Harry started to crawl towards Sam just as Jasper descended on the wolf, wrapping one arm around his neck, and the other on his muzzle. If he didn't stop him, Jasper was going to snap Sam neck.

"Jasper!" Harry cried out desperately. He couldn't lose Sam, he couldn't lose someone else that he cared about. He could see out of the corner of his eye that Dr. Cullen and Emmett were frozen in place, too scared to do anything in fear that Jasper would kill the alpha wolf.

Sam tried to will his pup away with his eyes. He didn't want him getting hurt trying to save him. His back was already broken, there was nothing he could do now to save himself, let alone his pup, from the feral vampire.

"Jasper, please!" Harry wailed as he drug himself towards the fight. "Please don't kill Sam."

Sam should have been shocked that Harry knew that he was the wolf, but he realized now that he had underestimated his pup. It was wrong of him to not tell Harry about them being shifters, and it had been wrong of him to keep the vampire from his pup. He had just wanted to protect Harry. Vampires were dangerous and Harry had already experienced so much violence and death. He had just wanted to give him a safe and happy life.

Emmett went to rush to Harry to pull him back from harms way, but Carlisle placed a firm hand on his shoulder and shook his head no. Harry was their only hope of bringing Jasper back.

Eyes black as night and fangs dripping with venom, Jasper snapped his head up. The voice calling his name was unfamiliar, but somehow he knew that it was his mate calling for him.

Harry was only a few feet from Jasper and Sam. With tears falling from his eyes, he held a trembling hand out to Jasper. "Please," he begged again, his voice weak from lack of use. "Please, Jasper, Sam is important to me. If you kill him, I'll never be able to forgive you."

Harry didn't know if his pleading and threatening would work, but he had to stop Jasper from killing Sam.

"Mate!" Jasper growled out, his arms still tight around the wolf.

Harry wanted to deny it, there was no way he could be Jasper's mate, but he didn't want to risk angering the dangerous vampire. Hopefully, if he was Jasper's mate, the vampire wouldn't hurt him.

Harry tried smiling at Jasper, but he was in so much pain that it came out as a grimace. "Mate," he repeated shakily.

Snarling, Jasper looked down at the broken wolf in his arm. With a sneer, he tossed the beast away from him then straightened up.

Harry started crying harder when Jasper slowly started to approach him, his eyes still a terrifying black. "Please don't bite me," he pleaded fearfully.

Freezing, Jasper cocked his head to the side. Closing his eyes, he started to concentrate on his mate's feelings. Why was his little one so scared of him? His mate should never fear him, he would never hurt him. He just wanted to protect him and love him.

Harry watched as Carlisle carefully drug Sam out of the garage, the wolf not even lifting his head. Had Sam died? Crying harder, he looked back up at Jasper who was still staring at him with an unreadable expression on his face.

Harry could hear a loud commotion outside the garage, but he was too scared to take his eyes off of Jasper for more than a second. Sam was out of harms way now, that was all that mattered.

Jasper's nostrils flared as the fog in his head cleared enough for him scent his mate's blood. Quickly making his way to his mate's side, he knelt down next to him. His instincts were screaming at him to bite his mate, to make it so no one could ever hurt him again, but the absolute fear in his mate's eyes stopped him from doing that. He wanted his mate, but he didn't want him to fear him.

Heart damn near beating out of his chest, Harry stared fearfully into Jasper's eyes. "Please come back, Jasper. You're scaring me,"

His mate's voice was like music to his ears. For so long he had daydreamed about what his mate's voice sounded like.

Seeing the black slowly clearing from Jasper's eyes, Harry reached out shakily with a blood soaked hand and touched Jasper on his hand. "No more fighting, Jasper. Please!"

"They wouldn't let me see you," Jasper said brokenly as the last of the black left his eyes. "I tried everyday, but they wouldn't let me near you. You're my mate, Harry, my everything."

Harry was still having a hard time believing that he was this gorgeous vampire's mate, but right now he was too relieved to see his Jasper back that he didn't argue. Smiling, he gave Jasper's hand a squeeze.

Jasper's eyes softened even more when he looked into his mate's teary emerald eyes. "Don't go silent on me again, Harry. Your voice is like oxygen for me."

Carlisle very carefully approached the pair, not wanting to upset Jasper again. "Son, your mate needs to be looked at," he reminded. "We don't want him to lose that leg."

Jasper's eyes dropped down to Harry's leg, a whine leaving his throat. "How did you re-injure your leg? How did you even get here?"

Harry looked to Carlisle for help. He was scared to tell Jasper about him being Mischief, but the horse was kinda out of the bag, or stall, now. Carlisle and Edward now knew that he was Mischief, and he suspected that Sam and the pack knew too."

"Sam!" Harry cried, his voice warbling.

"Sam," Carlisle winced. "Sam will be ok in time. Luckily for him shifters have remarkable, accelerated healing. His back was broken along with three ribs."

Jasper dropped him chin to his chest in shame. "I-I don't know what came over me. One second I was running home eager to be with Mischief, and the next it was like making my way out of a deep fog with Harry begging me not to kill Sam. I don't remember much."

Lunging to his feet, Jasper looked frantically around the garage. "Mischief! Where's Mischief?" he cried.

Harry looked desperately to Carlisle and shook his head. He knew that he had to confess to Jasper, but he wasn't ready yet. All he wanted to do was lay down and sleep for a month, he wasn't up to talking or confessions.

Clearing his throat, Carlisle knelt next to Harry. "Jasper, we need to see to your mate right now. He's in a lot of pain with his leg and he took a hard knock to the head."

Jasper instantly forgot about Mischief when he heard that. "Let me carry you inside."

Harry tensed when Jasper reached down to pick him up. He didn't know if he was tensing from fear, or tensing because he was scared of the pain he was going to feel at being moved.

Jasper hesitated, his heart hurting when he felt fear of him roll off of his mate. He knew that it was his fault, Harry had just seen him lose complete control and not only almost kill his own father and brother, but also Sam.

"Jacob!" Jasper called, knowing that the shifter was lingering by the door. Both him and Billy were watching and waiting, anxious that he was going to run off with Harry. A few others from the pack were also waiting, but the rest were in the house with Sam. In his current condition they couldn't risk moving him, not until his back healed.

"Jake," Harry whispered breathlessly as the shifter approached.

"So now you're taking to me, cuz," Jacob said with a wink.

Crying, Harry wiped at his tears. He wanted to tell Jacob how sorry was for taking off and causing a fight between them and the vampires, but he just couldn't find the words to express how sorry he was.

Clearing his throat, Jasper looked to the large shifter. "Maybe you should carry him in the house," he suggested tensely. His vampire was raging inside of him for suggesting that the beast touch their mate, but he was once again in control and he wasn't going to lose it and frighten Harry even more.

"Damn, cuz, that shit looks nasty," Jacob said, scrunching his face up in disgust while looking at Harry's leg. "It's a good thing I didn't take that bet with Paul on wether you were going to get hurt again or not."

Biting his lip, Harry held his breath when Jacob bent down and picked him up. He could have easily screamed from the pain, but he could see that Jasper was struggling for control. The last thing he wanted was for Jasper to snap again because Jacob was hurting him.

"Let's get him in the house," Carlisle said urgently. "I'm going to have to knock him out to work on him."

Billy inclined his head to the coven leader when he looked to him for approval. He wasn't comfortable here, or with the situation, but Harry needed tending to. He didn't know what he was going to do about the blond vampire and the boy he saw as a son, but that train wreck was going to have to wait until Harry was patched up and Sam was healed.

***HP

Remus grunted when Sirius' wild magic picked him up and sent him crashing into the wall. For three days now his mate had been violently thrashing, calling out for Harry, and lashing out at everyone with his magic.

Reaching down, the healer offered the werewolf his hand. "You need to get his godson," he said for the hundredth time. "Mr. Black isn't in an ordinary coma, this coma was brought on by a very powerful magical artifact."

Popping his painful back, Remus looked back to the bed where Sirius was thrashing his head back and forth. "I told you," he hissed, "Harry is out of the country."

"Well you better go and get him, or come up with a plan B. Do you have any of his hair? Maybe you can talk a friend in to polyjuicing himself as Mr. Potter."

Remus wanted to smack himself upside the head. Why didn't he think of that? "I can do better than that, I know a Metamorphmagus."

"Then I suggest you go and retrieve him or her," the healer sighed. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting tired of being tossed around the room."

Remus hated deceiving his mate, but he had to do something to help ease Sirius out of his coma. He couldn't leave to go find Harry, and it wouldn't be fair to ask him to return to the Wizarding World anyway, so Tonks was going to have to fill in as Harry. Sirius was going to be furious when discovered that it wasn't really Harry, but Sirius was going to be furious anyway when he found out how he had treated his godson.

Brushing off the dirt from his well worn robes, Remus quickly left to go find Tonks.

***HP

Sam grudgingly took the cup of coffee that the female vampire handed him. He hated being here, and he hated even more that he was pretty much helpless, but he was relieved that his pack, including Harry, were all alive.

"How's the pup?" Sam asked gruffly, his throat still sore from where the vampire had squeezed it.

"The vampire doctor has been operating on him for two hours," Jared explained. "But Billy and Jake are in the room with him."

Sam was relieved to hear that. He wouldn't want his pup, even unconscious, to be left alone while sedated with three vampires. Carlisle he understood having to be in the room since he was the doctor, and even the mind reader since he had medical training, but the blond he didn't like being around Harry. He knew that he was going to have to accept it, especially if Jasper was Harry's imprint, but it was going to take time. He loved his pup and he wasn't going to lose him just because he had the misfortune to be mated to a leech.

"So what's the plan now?" Paul asked, looking anxiously around.

"Plan?" Sam asked. "There is no plan. We wait until Harry is out of surgery and then as soon as we can we take him home."

"What about the leech?" Quil asked.

"Harry is our only concern," Sam growled. "Until I have talked with him, we continue on as we have."

"You know they're mates, right?" Alice asked with a smirk. "Harry is Jasper mate, and Jasper is Harry's mate. That's how it works."

"I don't recall anyone asking you," Paul snapped.

"Calm, Paul," Sam scolded. "We don't need another fight."

"I don't want to start a fight," Alice explained. "I'm just trying to make you see that you're hurting Harry. Everyone here, with the exception of my brother, knows what Harry is. He put himself through excruciating pain to see Jasper the second he was left alone. That should prove to you that Jasper is his mate."

Sam didn't like it, but he found himself reluctantly agreeing with the pixie like vampire. "That may be, but that also doesn't mean that I'm just going to hand my pup over to you leeches. Harry is a sixteen year old abused boy who is suffering from post traumatic stress disorder, he's not ready for a relationship, and he sure as hell isn't ready to become one of you guys."

"Well said," Billy agreed as he wheeled himself into the room.

Sam tried to get up, but pain shot up his spine.

Shaking his head, Billy held his hand up. "Stay down, you foolish wolf," he scolded affectionally.

"Harry?" Sam asked anxiously.

"Still out of it, but Dr. Cullen repaired the damage to his leg as much as he could. He's going to be back in a wheelchair for a while, but as long as he doesn't pull anymore stupid stunts it should heal."

"Can we take him home?"

"Like you yourself are in any condition to be moving?" Billy scoffed. "No, Harry will have to remain here for a few days, but Dr. Cullen has given permission for anyone who wishes to stay to stay."

Sam watched as the pack fidgeted. They all adored Harry, but they were uncomfortable being in their enemies home. He couldn't blame them, he was anxious to get the hell back to the Reservation too.

"Jacob will be staying," Billy informed when he saw how uncomfortable his boys were.

"I'll stay too," Seth offered. He really didn't have a problem with the vampires, not like the rest of the pack.

"The hell you will," Leah growled.

"Right, the hell I will," Seth snapped back. "I'm tired of being treated like a pup. I can take care of myself."

"Enough," Sam barked. "Seth can stay if he wants, but no missing school." He wasn't going to say anything about Jacob not missing school, Jacob was a senior with all his credits already, and he wanted someone here with Harry until he could bring the pup home.

"Sam, I'll contact Emily and let her know what happened," Billy offered. "I don't want you moving until that back is fully healed."

Not liking it, but knowing there was nothing he could do about it, Sam relaxed back on the leeches couch. He was surprised at how beautifully furnished the Cullen home was, especially for vampires.

"Where you expecting coffins?" Edward snorted, having read Sam's thoughts.

"Honestly?" Sam asked. "Yes, I was."

"Sam, we're not that much different than you," Esme said kindly.

"Speak for yourself," Rosalie mumbled.

"Sam, just because we're vampires now, doesn't mean that we were born this way." Esme explained. "We were all human at one time with families that loved us and dreams and wishes. Despite what you think, we are not monsters. We have feelings, desires, we love every bit as strongly as you do...we're not that different."

"You kill people," Paul snapped.

"So do humans," Emmett shot back. "More humans are killed every year by other humans than by vampires. I don't see you condemning the entire human race because they kill humans."

"At least vampires have an excuse for killing humans," Rosalie sneered. "We kill for food...we kill for life. Humans kill each other for ridiculous shit...like name-brand shoes."

"And just for the record," Rosalie added, glaring at each of the shifters. "I have never once fed from a human, and neither has Carlisle or Esme."

"I think," Billy said clearing his throat. "I think those who are not immediately needed need to go home and cool down and maybe think about things. Jared, why don't you and Seth remain for the first shift and Leah and Quil can relieve you in eight hours."

There were grumblings, but the rest of the pack slowly filtered out of the Cullen home. It didn't sit right with them leaving their Chief and alpha, not to mention four pack members, but they knew to follow orders.

***HP

Jasper was sitting in a chair next to his mate's bed just staring at his unconscious form. He didn't think it was possible, but his little mate was even more stunning now than last time he saw him.

"Are you going to turn him?"

Grimacing, Jasper looked up at the young wolf. "Honestly, I would love nothing more than to turn him. He's my mate, Jacob, of course I would want him to be immortal like myself. There's also the benefit of never growing old, getting sick, or..."

"Or getting hurt," Jacob finished with a chuckle. "God knows that boy is a magnet for getting hurt."

Jasper smiled fondly at his little mate. "Yeah, he does have a talent for it."

Jacob felt a bit uncomfortable watching Jasper stare at Harry. It was plain to see that the vampire adored his cuz. "And what if he doesn't want to be turned?"

Even though his heart was dead, just the thought of Harry not wanting to be turned hurt his heart. "Then I would do my best to respect his decision. I won't lie, it will be hard not to bite him. You have no idea how badly I want to bite him right now. I could heal that leg with just one bite."

Frowning, Jacob turned his head so he was looking out the window. He didn't know what he would do if he was in the vampire's position. He hadn't been blessed yet with an imprint, but he knew from the link that he shared with those in the pack that had imprinted, how intense the pull was to their imprint. He didn't want to feel sorry for the leech, but he could imagine the pain he was feeling and how frustrated he had been over the past few weeks being kept from his mate.

"So what now?" Jacob asked.

"Now we wait," Jasper answered heavily. He wanted to believe that everything would work out, that Billy and Sam would be alright with Harry being with him and becoming a vampire, but he knew that that would never happen. Harry was going to have to choose, and that wasn't fair to his sweet mate at all.

***HP

Rolling her shoulders, Tonks fidgeted in her Harry suit. She normally didn't do complete, full body changes because they always made her feel like she was wearing the wrong skin...which she was, but Remus had begged her.

Remus led Tonks into Sirius' room, praying that this would work. Tonks may look like Harry, but she didn't exactly sound like him. He did cast a spell on her that would help her sound like Harry, but it wasn't an exact match. If this worked and Sirius recovered, as soon as they could they were going to find Harry and become a family. He didn't care if he lived in the Wizarding World or not, and he knew that Sirius would do anything for Harry, even live like a muggle.

"Just start talking," Remus suggested in a whisper.

Tonks felt a bit awkward pretending to be Harry, but Sirius was her cousin and she wanted to see him get better. "Hey, Siri," she said, doing her best to sound like Harry. "It's me, Harry. I wish you would wake up, I really need you."

Remus grinned when Sirius turned his head in Tonk's direction. "Tell him you're safe. Tell him that the battle is over."

Nodding her head, Tonk's took her cousin's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Guess what, Siri? We won the war. I defeated You-Kn..."

Remus quickly shook his head no. "Harry isn't afraid to say his name."

"I defeated V-Voldemort," Tonks said, stumbling over the dark wizard's name.

Sirius started thrashing his head back and forth, his eyes rapidly moving under his eye lids.

"Keep talking," Remus urged.

"Siri," Tonks said a little louder. "Please wake up for me...I need you."

"P...P..."

"Sirius!" Remus cried excitedly when his mate tried talking.

"That's it, Siri," Tonks cried, her excitement matching the werewolf's. "Can you open your eyes for me?"

With a weak moan, Sirius eyes fluttered open. Looking around as if in a daze, his eyes landed on Tonks impersonating as Harry. Opening and closing his mouth a few times, his eyes started to slowly close.

"Let him rest," the healer said from the end of the bed. "He's out of the coma now, next time he wakes it should be less violent."

***HP

Standing up, Sam stretched his back until it popped. "I can happily go the rest of my life without ever breaking my back again."

"Just be thankful that you're a shifter," Emmett pointed out. "You would probably be paralyzed right now."

Sam didn't want to think about that. Even though Billy never complained, he saw how the man struggled daily without the use of his legs. "How's Harry?"

"He should be waking up soon," Billy said tiredly. It had been over thirty eight hours since he last slept, he was exhausted.

"Would you like me to check your back?" Carlisle offered.

Doing a few more back stretches, Sam shook his head no. "I believe that I'm good now, but thanks anyway."

Carlisle was surprised when Jasper came walking out his offices, the room where Harry was currently resting in. "Jasper, is everything alright?" he asked getting to his feet.

Jasper absently nodded his head. "Yeah, Jacob is sitting with him, I just needed to ask a question. What happened to Mischief?"

Carlisle, Billy and Sam all exchanged looks. They had yet to tell Jasper the truth about Mischief, they figured that it was up to Harry to do so. "He must have slipped out during the fight," Carlisle finally answered.

Jasper nodded his head thoughtfully. "And how did Harry get here?"

The three men once again looked at each other. "I think, son, that you need to have a talk with Harry when he wakes," Carlisle suggested.

Jasper frowned, not liking the answer, nor the feelings he was getting from the three men. It was a simple question, why couldn't they just answer it? He just wanted to know how Harry got to the house since all his theories didn't make sense. He also wanted to know how his injury got so bad, hadn't the wolves been taking care of him?

"How's he going to react when he learns the truth?" Billy asked worriedly after Jasper left the room. He knew not to say too much, the vampire could still hear them.

"He'll be shocked, but he'll be alright," Carlisle said, knowing that his son wouldn't hate Harry just because he was an equine shifter.

"I have a question," Emmett said, not even looking up from his game. "I would like to know how the little squirt knew about vampires?"

Carlisle nodded his head. "He knew what I was the second he saw me, I could see it in his eyes."

"The boy has a lot of secrets," Billy said heavily. "And there was a lot missing in his file."

"Let's not forget he smells different."

Frowning, Sam looked to the largest vampire. "He does, doesn't he. Let's just hope he continues to talk, he has a lot of explaining to do."

***HP

Mind still muddled, Sirius stared at the two people towering over his bed. He was trying to form words, but his mouth wouldn't sync with his brain.

Remus smiled encouragingly at his mate. "Don't push yourself, Padfoot, you have been in a coma for a while."

"H-Harry," Sirius finally croaked out, his voice barely a whisper.

"Right here, Siri," Tonks said, giving her cousin a smile and a wave.

Eyebrows drawing together in confusion, Sirius weakly shook his head no. "H-Harry," he repeated again.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Tonks looked to Remus for help. Clearing his throat, Remus tossed his arm over Tonks' shoulder. "Harry is right here, Pads."

Sirius' eyes flashed dangerously, his magic reacting to his frustration and anger. "N-Not my pup."

Remus' arm slipped from Tonks' shoulder. "Sirius, what are you talking about? Harry is right here."

Growling, a glass next to Sirius' bed exploded. "Not my Harry," he said, his voice getting stronger. Bringing a shaky hand up to his face, he tapped his nose. "Not my Harry," he repeated again.

"Shit," Remus cursed. He never considered Sirius' canine sense of smell being able to scent that Tonks wasn't really Harry.

"Harry?" Sirius growled again. He was getting frustrated. Why the hell was Tonks pretending to be Harry, and where the hell was his pup? He wanted to rage and curse at Remus, but he just couldn't get his body to work properly.

Remus nervously ran his fingers through his hair. "First, Sirius, Tonks and I are sorry for trying to deceive you." Remus turned to Tonks who, with his approval, turned back to herself.

"M-My pup?" Sirius croaked, tears stinging his eyes. Was Harry gone? Did he not survive the battle?

"He's fine," Remus was quick to reassure.

"H-Hogwarts?"

Remus looked away from his mate's intense stare. This was his fault. If he had been there for Harry, Dumbledore would have never gotten the chance to seal his magic or ship him all the way to America to live with strangers.

Sirius started to struggle to get up. He had to get to Hogwarts to see Harry. He had to see his pup with his own eyes. "D-Dammit, Remus! W-Where's Harry."

"America," Remus finally confessed as he did his best to restrain his mate. Sirius could barely lift his head let alone get out of bed.

Shocked, Sirius slumped back onto the pillows. "What? I-I don't understand."

Remus nervously tucked the blanket around Sirius, smoothing out all the wrinkles. "Sirius, now is not the time for this. When you get stronger we will talk about Harry."

Faster than what Remus thought possible, Sirius reached out and grabbed him by the collar of his robe. "Y-You will tell me now!" he growled angrily.