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So, not a hundred percent thrilled with this chapter. My allergies have really been kicking my ass lately and I'm afraid it's messing with my writing. I have about 5000 words written for the next chapter, so hopefully I will have that up soon. I thought about combining the two, but I have more I wanted to add.

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***HP

"Let him sleep," Healer Ryfon whispered as he gathered up Harry's medical scans. "Is there somewhere we can go to discuss these where we won't wake him up?" The poor little submissive had literally fallen asleep while eating. He was relieved to see that some color had returned to the boy with just a little bit of food in him.

"Why don't we go to the kitchen?" Carlisle suggested, he was anxious to go over the scan results with the healer, what he had read had made him sick.

Healer Ryfon chuckled at the two young men who were still standing protectively by the submissive's bedside. "You don't have to watch over him. I cast a spell that will alert me the second he starts waking. He will probable rest easier without having eyes staring at him."

"I really should go check in with my dad," Jacob reluctantly admitted. He knew that his dad had probably been going cray with worry after hearing how Harry and him had to run from the perverted wizards in England.

Healer Ryfon stepped out of the room and instantly there was a blond vampire standing in front of him blocking his way. This vampire was only slightly shorter than him, but he held himself like a warrior. "I take it that you are the mate to the submissive and the father of the baby?" He really didn't need to ask, he could smell this vampire all over the little submissive.

Jasper inclined his head. "I just wanted to thank you for helping my mate."

"Yes, well healing is my job," Healer Ryfon said offhandedly. "And Harry is a special case."

Minister Grimes stepped up next to his mate and narrowed his eyes at the vampire. He had nothing at all against vampires, not even the fact that they hunted humans, but this was the vampire that not only bit the boy, but also raped him. There was no excuse for rape.

Jasper could feel the loathing rolling off of the Minister of Magic. "Look, I know that what I did was inexcusable, and hate myself more everyday for it. I have never raped anyone before, or even had the desire to, my parents raised me to be a proper southern gentleman. It's just that, when I came across him alone in that park...I just snapped! One minute I was looking at this gorgeous boy who smelled divine, and the next I was coming inside of him with my fangs in his neck and his blood flowing down my throat. I hardly remember anything in between."

Carlisle took a stand next to his son. "Jasper has been with us for a long time, and while he struggles with our way of life, he has never raped anyone before. Jasper has been desperately searching for his mate since his turning, and it is killing him knowing that he hurt his."

Healer Ryfon nudged his mate with his elbow. "Come on, Gray, you know how it can be for vampires. He's not exactly the first vampire to have hurt his mate when first stumbling upon them. He probably would have had more control had he been drinking human blood."

The minister glared at the vampire for a few more minutes, then nodded his head and walked away. He had to admire the man for not backing down from his glare, not many could. He was a hard and intimidating man and he knew how to make people cower. He was also a fair and just man, and that's why he made a damn good minister.

"Be patient, young one," Healer Ryfon advised. "The mate bond works both ways. Harry is drawn to you too, but right now his fear is overriding everything else."

"Young?" Jasper scoffed. "I was born in 1843."

Chuckling, Healer Ryfon patted the vampire on the head like a small child as he walked by him. "Child, I am three hundred years old. That makes you young in my book."

***HP

"How the hell does a twelve year old boy get bit by a basilisk?" Healer Ryfon raged. "Never in all my years have I seen a scan like this."

"How did he even survive the bite?" Minister Grimes asked, paling at just the thought of a basilisk. "What the hell was he doing near one in the first place? They are supposed to be heavily controlled by the Ministry."

Healer Ryfon pointed to the scan. "Right here it states that Phoenix tears entered his bloodstream. Someone must have had some on hand, or a Phoenix cried over his wound."

"Albus Dumbledore does have a Phoenix as a familiar," Minister Grimes said, remembering the beautiful bird that had accompanied him during their last ICW conference.

"That boy really is a magnet for trouble," Healer Ryfon grumbled. "When he was fourteen, he was burned by a dragon, bit by an Acromantula and had two of the three Unforgivables used on him."

"Damn Triwizard Tournament," the Minister spat. "And they wondered why I refused to let any of our schools compete. Pitting children against dragons just for fame and money, disgusting." For almost a year they had hounded him, Ludo Bagman had been relentless. Originally, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic had wanted nothing to do with the tournament. They had lost students in the past and how vowed to never compete again. When he had flat out refused to allow his schools to compete, they had managed to convince the French Ministry that special arrangements would be made to guarantee the students safety.

Healer Ryfon pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "This boy has been through so much. The years of abuse and malnourishment have taken its toll on his small body. If it hadn't been for the vampire venom, he wouldn't have lived to see twenty. His kidneys were already showing signs of failure and his heart and lungs were weak."

"He shouldn't have lived to see two?" Carlisle hissed angrily. "How could you not feed a fifteen month old for almost two weeks? How did he even survive that?"

"Magic." Healer Ryfon answered simply. "His magic was keeping him alive, but it would have eventually failed."

Carlisle's eyes quickly scanned the list noticing all the times that Harry had suffered from bad lung infections and other serious illnesses. "Not once did they seek any medical help," he mumbled, heart going out to his youngest son. No wonder Harry's small body had been failing him.

"Well, thankfully the venom corrected a lot of the damage. There are some wrongly set bones that will probably be easier to vanish and regrow, but that will have to wait until after the baby is born. I also wish to start him on some nutrient and prenatal potions. Years of malnourishment stunted his growth and the vampire venom froze him from growing any further, but he can still benefit from the added vitamins and nutrients."

Jasper was leaning against the wall next to the back door looking out the window as he listened to the conversation. His heart bled for his mate, hearing exactly how bad his short life had been. How was it that Harry turned out so good and pure when he was raised by such vile people?

Kicking off from the wall, Jasper took a seat at the table across from the healer. "Do you think Harry is immortal?" This question had been weighing heavily on his mind and heart since he first found out that Harry had become some kind of wizard/vampire hybrid.

Healer Ryfor stared thoughtfully at the scans. "I think, but I could be wrong, that Harry is indeed immortal, but he is weaker than a normal vampire. You can fall from a thousand feet in the air and walk away with a few cracks that will heal within minutes. Harry on the other hand, I think a fall like that would kill him. While his body is stronger than a humans, it's still not as strong as a vampires. I don't think natural causes could kill him, such a heart attack or a stroke, but I think that if his body suffered enough damage, it could be fatal. His organs are considerably strong too, but unlike you, he still needs them to live. If they are damaged, he will die. I also feel that he can get sick, like with the flu or colds."

"So as long as nothing bad happens to him, like a gunshot to the chest, he should live forever?" Jasper asked, heart in his throat. How was he going to keep Harry from ever getting hurt? He could get in a car accident, get attacked by another vampire, get shot...there were a million different ways that he could die.

"Honestly, Jasper, I don't know, but that is what my gut is telling me. Harry can obviously be hurt, we saw that when the wolf bit his arm. He suffers from something as simple as motion sickness, and he got a small cold after he swallowed the icy seawater." Healer Ryfor handed the scan results over to Jasper. "According to the scans, all of Harry's major organs are stronger than a normal humans. Hell, they are stronger than mine and I'm an elf, and we can live for over a thousand years."

"So, what you're saying is that I need to lock him up in the house," Jasper mumbled.

Emmett smacked his brother hard on the back. "You can try, but I think Harry will bring the house down around us before he allows you to do that."

"He will at that," Edward said fondly. "Jasper, he won't appreciate it if you try to baby him and forbid him from living. None of us here want to see Harry get hurt, but it's just something that that we are going to have to deal with. We can't lock him away in the highest tower and throw away the key."

Jasper sat back in the chair, scowling at the table. He didn't like it, but Emmett and Edward were right. Still, the worry was going to eat at him, knowing that his mate wasn't as invincible as they were.

"What about the baby?" Rosalie asked, daring anyone to give her a hard time about her question. She still couldn't believe that her family would allow Harry to kill the baby. She dearly loved her brother and wanted to respect his wishes, but she would never be able to agree with killing a helpless, innocent baby.

"The baby is fine," Healer Ryfon reassured. "As long as Harry's stress levels stay down, he eats properly and takes the prenatal potions, he should deliver a healthy little boy or girl in seven months. I must warn you though, male pregnancy are very delicate. It's Harry's magic that is sustaining the little one, and if something happens to where he needs to use a large chunk of his magic, he will lose the baby and possibly even his own life."

Rosalie didn't like hearing that Harry could possibly die, but she relaxed slightly after hearing that the baby was fine. After the way Harry reacted when the healer was scanning the baby, she doubted that he would go through with the abortion. Harry was just too compassionate to kill a baby.

With a heavy sigh, Carlisle stood up. "I have to leave for work, but before I go, what caused Harry's seizures?"

"It was as you suspected. It was a combination of stress, dehydration and the portkey."

Nodding his head, Carlisle said his goodbyes and left for the hospital. He really didn't feel like woking, but unfortunately he was the only doctor covering the emergency room that night.

***HP

Pulling out his wand, Sirius tossed his copy of The Daily Prophet in the air and set it on fire. "Has anyone muzzled that little bitch?" he snapped angrily.

Remus' own copy of the paper was balled up in his fist. "Albus made her take an oath the morning Harry left. She can't reveal Harry's location in America." He couldn't believe that the minister was offering a million galleons to the person that could successfully lead them to Harry's location.

"I think we all need to take that oath." Sirius suggested. "It's only a matter of time before the minister pours veritaserum down our throats. The oath will prevent us from speaking his location under the potion's effects." They all had to present themselves at the ministry in the morning, or expect a one way ticket to Azkaban. He had no doubt that the minister was going to dose them all with Veritaserum.

Remus nodded in agreement. "Everyone is coming tonight, we'll have Albus do it after dinner."

"I just want out of here," Sirius groaned, tugging at his dark locks in frustration. "Why the hell hasn't Harry contacted us?"

Remus got up to fix his mate a cup tea, carefully slipping a little calming draught in it. He had been spiking his tea for the past week, it was the only thing keeping him from going off the deep end. "I'm sure we will hear something soon. There's a good possibility that the minister is with Harry discussing important matters."

Sirius grunted in acknowledgment. "Still, would it hurt to take a minute to contact me?"

Tonks came stomping into the kitchen her a hair scarlet red. Grabbing the tea out of Sirius' hand, she downed the entire cup without taking a breath. "What the hell, Sirius?" she cursed, tossing the cup back at him. "I thought you always spiked your tea with firewhiskey?"

"I do," Sirius chucked. "When I make it. Remus refuses to put firewhiskey in my tea when he makes it." Getting to his feet, he went to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhisky. With a wink, he placed the entire bottle in front of Tonks. "Enjoy. You look like you could do with your own bottle."

Tonks smiled grateful after her cousin. "You have no idea," she groaned, picking up the bottle and taking a large swig. Closing her eyes, she savored the feel as the alcohol burned it's way down her throat.

Remus watched as Tonks easily polished off three quarters of the bottle. "Bad day at work?"

Before Tonks could answer Remus, Moody came clunking into the room. "Girl, what the hell did I tell you about drinking?"

"To always save you some," Tonks answered flatly.

"Right you are. Now hand over the bottle." Moody collapsed in the chair across from Tonks.

"Both of you are drinking, this can't be good," Sirius observed.

"Make that three," Kingsley grumbled, snatching the bottle of firewhiskey out of Moody's hand. Peering into it, he frowned when he discovered that it was empty.

"Black, be a good lad and fetch a few more bottles of firewhiskey," Moody barked. "You probably have more here than old Aberforth at the The Hog's Head."

Sirius didn't deny it, he just got up and grabbed four more bottles from the cabinet. "Something going on at Ministry that we should know about?"

"No thanks to Malfoy," Tonks sneered, spitting the name out as if it was something disgusting and foul. "We are getting hundreds of owls flocking the department every hour with Harry sightings."

Sirius claimed a bottle of firewhiskey for himself. "What did Lucius do now?"

"Lucius was the one who put up the million galleons reward for Harry." Kingsley explained.

Sirius froze, the bottle of firewhiskey halfway to his lips. "He's first on the list," he exclaimed breathlessly. "Son of a bitch!" he roared.

"And he wants Harry for himself, not for Draco," Moody added gruffly. "But that's only because the lad refused. It seems the little Death Eater doesn't agree with daddy dearest and the Ministry. I heard him say that what they were doing to Harry was barbaric."

Kingsley shook his head. "Originally the Malfoy's were one and two on the list, but since Draco refuses, it's now Lucius then Zabini."

"This is fucking crazy," Sirius growled. "Whoring out a sixteen year old boy."

"Yeah, well I heard that Victor Krum was third on the list," Tonks said, her words somewhat slurred.

Sirius slammed his bottle down on the table. "The Quidditch star?"

"The one and only," Moody grumbled. "I heard that he should have been first, but Malfoy and Zabini junior bribed the Minister with a small fortune."

Remus stood up, his eyes glowing amber. "That's it!" he roared, sounding more animal than human. "I don't want to hear anymore."

Sirius lurched to his feet, hands frantically digging through his robe pocket. "I'm here, pup!" he cried, pulling out a mirror and staring at it with a big goofy grin on his face.

***HP

"So, kid, are you up for some serious talk?" Minister Grimes asked, sitting on the couch across from a freshly showered submissive.

Harry leaned back on the soft leather sofa and curled his legs up underneath him. Right now he was feeling pretty good. He had a good nap, talked to his godfather, took a shower, and he was only feeling a little bit nauseous. He could also happily go for a snack, but Jacob had yet to return from the reservation.

Looking to the minister, Harry gave him a shy smile. "I'm ready, sir."

The Minister opened his briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers and a quill. "Now, Harry, these are the forms that I need for you to sign in order to become an American Citizen. Luckily for you, we only have to go through half of them since your mate is already a citizen."

Harry picked up the papers and started flipping through them. "Does that mean that once these are signed, Minister Fudge can't force me back?"

Minister Grimes could never understand how an idiot like Fudge could get elected to be the Minister of Magic. "After you sign these forms a copy will be sent to Minister Fudge informing him of your new status. If he comes over here and attempts to kidnap you, it will be considered an act of war."

Harry was frowning at the papers, trying to make sense of all the wording. Maybe if he wasn't starting to feel dizzy he could understand what was written, but right now it just looked like a bunch of squiggly lines. Before Harry could ask, Edward took the papers out of his hands.

"I will read over these for you."

Harry smiled at his brother, thankful to be home and safe. "Why?" he asked, turning his attention back to the Minister. "Why would you do all this for me?"

"Harry, Carlisle explained to me how you hate to be considered special, but you are. It isn't often that magic blesses us with a submissive wizard, and when she does, that wizard should be looked after and cared for. Harry, you are a gift to us from magic herself."

"I still don't get it. What is so special about a wizard that can get pregnant?"

"Gray, let me take this," Healer Ryfon said, squeezing his mate's knee. "Harry, you being special isn't just because you can get pregnant. Not only are your more magically powerful than other wizards, but your magic is also pure." When he saw the confused look on the submissive's face he continued. "I guess the best way to describe pure is if you take a glass of water from a fresh spring and a glass of water from an old house then put them side by side. The water from the old house would have impurities floating around in it, but the water from the spring would be crystal clear. Your magic is that glass of crystal clear water."

Harry could feel a headache coming on, it was still confusing as all hell. "But why is my magic different though? My father wasn't a submissive, why wouldn't my magic be like my parents?"

"Because, Harry, you were blessed by magic."

Harry snorted, glaring at his hands. "Being a submissive doesn't feel like a blessing. I would much rather be normal."

"I'm sorry, little one, but you can't give magic back her gift. Now, as for being a carrier," Healer Ryfon continued. "Your children will be exceptionally powerful. If you look back through history, the wizards and witches who contributed the most to our society and were considered the most powerful, were birthed by male carriers. Merlin, Morgan le Fay, Salazar Slytherin, Nicholas Flamel..."

"Albus Dumbledore," Harry added softly.

"Really? I had heard rumors, but rumors can't always be believed."

"He told me so himself." Harry admitted.

"All the wizards mentioned were the most powerful that our kind has ever know, and your children could be as great as them. Your children could change our world. Do you understand now why we want to see you safe?" Minister Grimes asked.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I guess so, but why don't you want to use me too?" He was having a hard time believing that they were willing to help him without getting anything in return.

"Harry, you are a gift to us from magic and so are your children. Yes, we could sell you to the highest bidder, but we won't. Magic chose a soul mate for you for a reason, and you belong with him. We too are children of magic and it is our duty and responsibility to look after her chosen one and protect him," the minister said gently.

Harry shook his head, it was all still too hard to believe. "So I'll be safe here? No selling tickets to people to come gawk at the side show freak? No expecting me to take out a powerful dark lord all on my own? No..."

"No!" the minister snapped angrily. He wasn't mad at the submissive for questioning him, he was mad at what the poor boy had suffered at the hands of his ministry."

Edward took a seat on the couch next to his brother, their sides lightly touching. He knew how their touch could sometimes calm him down. "These papers all look good to me if you want to sign them."

"What about my Gringotts vaults?" Harry asked the Minister. "I don't want those vultures to get their hands on them."

"The goblins don't work for the Ministry, so your vaults are safe. When you are up to it, I'll personally escort you to their closest location so you can transfer everything here."

Harry smiled gratefully at the Minister. It's not that he needed the money, Carlisle had insisted that he pay for everything since he was practically his son, but he didn't want Fudge getting his greedy little hands on his family money and heirlooms.

The Minister hesitated for a second before handing Harry a quill. "Harry, I know that you haven't used one of these before, but this is a..."

Harry's face paled as he took the quill. "Blood Quill," he murmured, closing his eyes against the memories of Umbridge torturing him.

"Harry, why the hell do you know what a Blood Quill is?" the Minister snapped. "Blood Quills are only used in certain department in the Ministry and by the goblins of Gringotts."

With a growl, Edward grabbed Harry's right hand. "A quill did this?" he snarled. He had seen Harry's memory of that horrible woman in pink forcing his brother to use that damn quill for hours every night.

Both the Minister and the Healer jumped up to get a better look at the submissive's hand. "Who the hell made you use a Blood Quill?" the Minister asked dangerously, staring at the words 'I must not tell lies' in disgust.

Harry flinched away from the Minister, the man was terrifying looking when angry. "M-My DADA teacher, sir. That's how she punished us in detention."

"Easy, Gray. You're scaring him," Healer Ryfon warned.

The Minister spun around on his mate. "Why wasn't that listed on the scan?"

Healer Ryfon sorted through his medical bag and pulled out Harry's scan. "It does state that he had a cut on his hand that kept reopening over a period of several months and that it left a scar, but it doesn't mention the use of a Blood Quill. I assume it's because the quill is a very powerful dark magical object."

"Son of a..." The Minister started pacing the room, he looked like a caged lion about to snap.

Healer Ryfon took Harry's hand and inspected it closer. "Ignore him, little one, he's not mad at you. Gray has some anger issues and pacing helps him calm down. You should see our carpets at home, or maybe not, there isn't much left to them. Gray does a lot of pacing."

"You two are together?"

Healer Ryfon gently patted the submissive on the hand. "For over twenty years now. Gray may have issues with his anger, but he's a damn good man. He would kill me for telling you this, but it's because he cares too much. He hates to see people and creatures treated unfairly and hurt. What your teacher did by using that quill was against the law. It's not just a law here, but in every country. Overuse of a Blood Quill is very dangerous and can damage the magical core and render a person a squib. To use it on a child is just..."

"Heinous!" the Minister snarled. "Harry, did she punish a lot of kids that way, or was it just you?"

Harry thought back to when he stumbled across a first year crying and the twins trying to comfort him. They had wrapped his hand good, but blood was still seeping through the bandage. "She used it on all of us, sir, even the first years. I think only the purebloods were the exception."

"That's because their parents would have demanded her head!" The Minister raged.

Healer Ryfon turned to his mate. "Gray, those children need to be checked. Who knows what kind of damage continuous use of a Blood Quill could have had on their developing cores."

"As far as I know, I'm the only one she used it more than once on...except for maybe the Weasley twins."

The Minister knelt down in front of Harry. "Harry, I need to know how many times she used it on you, and what her name is."

Harry closed is eyes in thought. "I couldn't even guess how many times. I had detention with her every night for months and she always made me write lines. It was always the same thing...I must not tell lies."

"Damn, little bro, what did you do to deserve detention every night for months?" Emmett asked, not knowing wether to laugh or growl. He wanted to hunt the bitch down that scarred his little brother like that, but at the same time he was curious about what his brother had done to deserve months worth of detentions.

"Breathed," Harry answered flatly. "It didn't matter if I deserved it or not, she had it out for me from day one."

"Name, Harry," the Minister reminded.

"Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, Dolores Jane Umbridge," Harry spat in disgust.

Harry jumped at Edward when he felt the room shake and the windows rattle.

"Ry, calm down," the Minister ordered, grabbing his mate by the shoulders and giving him a shake.

Healer Ryfon blinked rapidly at his mate. "Gray, you know how I feel about that toad faced bitch."

"You too," Harry laughed. "I thought we were the only ones who thought she looked like a toad."

Healer Ryfon smirked at Harry. "There isn't a member of the ICW who doesn't think she looks like a bloated, pink toad. She has got to be the most vile and prejudiced person on earth."

"And I'm going to make sure that she pays for what she did to you, Harry," the Minister vowed. "I have had it in for her ever since she went after Ry for being an elf."

Harry covered his mouth, snorting. "Merlin, she despised me before when I was still a wizard, she's going to absolutely loath me now that I'm a vampire hybrid."

"Splendid!" Healer Ryfon said in a cheery voice. "Maybe we can start our own half-breed and creatures club. We can meet twice a week and plan how we can get under the toads warty skin."

"Love it." Harry giggled. "I'll bring the vampires and shifters."

"I heard she has a certain fondness for centaurs," the Minister said with a wink.

Harry was laughing so hard that he was crying. "Oh Merlin, you heard about that? You should have heard her screaming when they carried her off."

The Minister sobered up a bit. "You were there when she was abducted?"

Harry sheepishly scratched at the back of his neck. "Yeah, that may have been mine and my...well, my ex-friends fault." He still couldn't believe that Hermione had told Minister Fudge about him being a submissive. She was the one friend he would have thought for sure would have been on his side. Before this past summer, Ron had always had jealousy issues and had been a bit of a loose cannon.

The Minister raised an elegant eyebrow. "May have been? Rumor has it she had been walking the edge of the forest when the Centaurs abducted her for no reason."

"Right," Harry snorted. "That bitch had taken my friends and I and held us at wand point. She accused me of knowing where Sirius Black and Dumbledore were hiding, and that we had some sort of weapon that was going to take over the Ministry and destroy Fudge."

"And did you?" Emmett asked, completely enthralled with the story.

Harry gave Emmett a lopsided grin. "Well, I did know where Sirius was, and he was still a wanted escaped convict at the time, but I didn't know where Dumbledore was. As for the weapon, Hermione made that up on the spur of the moment since Umbitch was going to crucio me in hopes of loosening my tongue."

At the exact same time, Emmett asked what crucio meant and the Minister and the Healer yelled in outrage.

"She didn't curse me though," Harry quickly reassured when it looked like both the Minister and the Healer were going to explode. "Emmett, that curse causes unimaginable pain and it is illegal to use. Unfortunately, I got to experience it first hand a couple of times. Luckily though, Hermione managed to convince the toad to follow us into the forest thinking we were going to take her to the weapon. That's when we ran into the Centaurs and she started spewing insults at them. Centaurs are very prideful creatures, and the last I saw of her she was dangling between two male centaurs as they carried her deep into the forest."

Healer Ryfon collapsed back onto the couch. "Merlin, little one, I'm three hundred years old and yet I haven't been through half as much as you have."

The Minister inclined his head at Harry. "Sign the forms and I will make sure she pays. She is going wish that she was back with the centaurs once I get my hands on her."

Harry picked up the Blood Quill with a look of dread and fear on his face. It was ridiculous to be scared of a stupid quill, but he couldn't help himself. He could still feel the pain from Umbridge's quill as if it was only yesterday. He spent almost all of his fifth year in constant pain thanks to her.

Healer Ryfon placed his hand over Harry's trembling one. "I'm sorry, but it's the only way. The Blood Quill not only uses your blood, but also your magic. It's the only way that this can be done legally so Fudge can't contest it. I promise that I will heal you the second you're done."

Taking a deep breath, Harry grabbed the first of the dozen or so papers and started signing his name.

***HP

Harry was sitting at the kitchen bar anxiously bouncing his knee. He had been sitting there since the Minister and Healer had left a little over an hour ago. He decided that he really, really liked the two men and he made them promise that they would visit him again soon. He was thrilled when Healer Ryfon had informed that he would be back in two days and to please call him Ry.

Edward was leaning against the counter chuckling at his little brother. "You know, it's a good thing that I can't get motion sickness, you're shaking the entire house."

Harry childishly stuck his tongue out at Edward. "When is he going to get back?"

Edward wasn't going to let on that they may soon have a big problem with Sam and the pack. That was the last thing Harry needed to worry himself over right now. He was just happy to see Harry up and looking and acting a little more like his old self. He could see a shadow in his eyes though, and he knew it was because of Jasper and the baby.

"I'm sure Jacob will be here soon. Do you have the potions?"

Harry placed two potions on the bar in front of him. "One is for the morning sickness and the other is a nutrient potion. The morning sickness potion is aaaaamazing."

"Well look who's up and feeling better.'

"Dinners here!" Harry cried excitedly, jumping off the stool and running to hug Jacob.

Jacob stood there with an armful of submissive cousin, gaping like a fish out of water. "Did you just call me dinner?" he asked incredulously.

Harry started tugging Jacob towards the counter. "Where have you been? I'm have been starving."

Mouth hanging open, Jacob looked up at Edward. "Please tell me that he is joking?"

"Afraid not," Edward chuckled. "He has been sitting here waiting for you for an hour." Edward pulled a plate out of the refrigerator, and after unwrapping it, popped it into the microwave. Jasper had reluctantly taken Esme grocery shopping, but she had left Harry a plate of Alfredo to heat up when he was ready for it. It hadn't been easy talking Jasper into going, but Harry needed to be able to relax. He had been peeking around every corner and over his shoulder since he woke, afraid of seeing Jasper.

"I feel so dirty," Jacob cried. "Only using me for my blood." Jacob laid his head on the table, faking that he was crying.

Shaking his head at the goofy shifter, Edward placed the plate of Alfredo in front of Harry.

Harry kicked Jacob in the shin. "Enough with being a damn drama queen and open a vein." He did give him his puppy dog eyes that his cousin could never refuse.

Edward held out a knife and Jacob took it with a pout. "I'm not feeling the love here."

Harry eagerly pushed his plate towards Jacob. "I'll love you for life if you'll just hurry up and bleed on my food."

Edward watched as Jacob sliced open his arm and held it over Harry's food. He was glad that the shifter's blood didn't tempt him, otherwise he would be going crazy right now. He did feel a bit bad that Jacob had to keep cutting himself, it showed just how much he truly cared for Harry. "Carlisle is going take a pint of blood from you tonight so you won't have to keep cutting yourself."

Jacob tried not to gag as Harry tore into the food, humming in pleasure. "A pint isn't very much. Will that even last him a day?"

Edward watched wide eyed as Harry devoured the food, even going as far as licking the plate clean. "With the way he eats...no."

"I guess it's a good thing then that the pack has offered to donate."

"Everything good then?" Edward focused on Jacob's thoughts and the shifter willingly let him see the discussion that he had with his dad and Sam. Despite being concerned about the baby, the council voted on waiting until after the baby was born before making any kind of move. Harry had managed to win all their hearts over and not a single council member or pack member wanted to hurt him. They were hoping that Harry's magic would be passed onto the baby and that would help keep it from being some blood crazed monster. Still, they wanted Jacob to monitor the situation and report back to them on a regular basis.

"The packs coming to visit tonight?" Harry cried excitedly. He had really missed his new friends the past few weeks, especially Sam and Seth.

"I'm jealous," Jacob whined. "You're excited to see the pack, but only excited to see me because of my blood."

Harry got up and gave Jacob a hug. "You and I have been together twenty four seven for the past few weeks. I love you, you're my cousin and best friend and your blood is better than treacle tart, but I also miss everyone else too."

"They miss you too, cuz," Jacob reassured. "Not only are they all visiting, but they are all donating blood too. You should have enough blood to last you..."

"Two days," Edward snickered.

Harry spun around and smacked Edward on the arm. "Don't pick on me, I'm..." Harry froze and backed away from Edward and Jacob. He had almost said that he was pregnant. What the hell was he going to do? "I think I'm going to sit outback for a while."

"Do you want company?" Edward offered, already knowing that Harry didn't. He needed time to think about the baby and Jasper in his own.

Biting his bottom lip, Harry shook his head no. "I just need some alone time. I'll be alright."

Edward and Jacob watched as Harry walked out the back door, head down and shoulders slumped. They both wished that there was something they could do for the boy they loved, but unfortunate they couldn't take his pain and fears away. Harry was going to have to make some difficult decisions on his own.