Silent Light

Chapter 35

Things Looking Up But Is It The Calm Before The Storm?

Soon Edward was back, his eyes molten gold, almost looking like they were shimmering. The bags under his eyes were gone, and the stress that had been building up for weeks was now gone. He was now filled with hope and longing, hope that his mate could survive this, and longing to be back with him. So he didn't wait around, just shouted for Carlisle even though there was no need. The three of them Carlisle, Esme and Edward drove to Harry's this time. Fortunately for them Charlie Swan wasn't patrolling the roads like he used to. They could remember each and every time Charlie had stopped them, at first just giving warnings then handing out Speeding Fines. Of course they had money to burn, so it wasn't a problem paying them. He brought himself out of his trivial thoughts and parked the car and made his way into Black house, without first knocking - he was passed all that.

"How is he?" asked Edward to the first person he saw which was Draco.

"Acting as if he's not in pain, an average day in the life of Harry Potter," said Draco, sounding exasperated, but there was worry unconcealed in the icy blue eyes of the boy before him. "I'm off to see Leah, she's been worried…actually they all are and I don't think it's in a good way Edward." confided Draco.

"Meaning what exactly?" asked Carlisle interrupting the conversation they were having, he couldn't help but overhear. He was a vampire; he could hear even gentle whispers that went on around him.

"I don't know, they are being really weird with me," said Draco looking irritated. It reminded him of when he had been at school. He might have acted like the Prince of Slytherin, and the best of them all. Truth be told, he hadn't once had a true friend until he came here, until Harry befriended him. It had made him wish that Harry had accepted his hand in first year, although he wasn't sure how it would have worked, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin as friends. The whispering behind his back, the concealed confusion, fear and disgust. There was something brewing, something had the werewolf's afraid.

"Did you tell them about Harry?" asked Edward his face closing off.

"I told Leah yeah," said Draco, he was worried about Harry, and Leah was his girlfriend, he loved her and confided in her like all lovers did with one another. He didn't want empty reassurances that Harry was going to be fine; he just wanted someone to listen to his worries.

"Then that's what has the Shape-shifter's worried," said Edward bluntly, as angry as he wanted to be with Draco he couldn't be. He knew what it was like to be alone, and finally have someone to share his thoughts with.

"She wouldn't betray my confidence," said Draco angrily.

"Draco…the Shape-shifters are bonded together, their thoughts and memories inner linked. Nothing you've ever said to her has been private. The second she changed forms the others knew." said Edward hesitantly, wincing at the betrayal and hurt in Draco's inner mind.

"Excuse me," said Draco, grabbing his jacket and car keys, the only thing in his mind was confronting Leah, she had never told him any of that. To put it bluntly he was extremely angry.

"Oh dear," said Esme sadly, as the door slammed shut.

"Do you think we need to be on the defensive?" asked Carlisle extremely worried, should he get the others here? What exactly were the Shape-shifters planning?

"No, I'll find out what they are planning sooner or later," said Edward, right now his mate was all he wanted to be concerned about. With magic and Vampires on their side, they didn't have to worry about Shape-shifters. Plus they could get his friends there within the blink of an eye. "Although maybe I should call Lavender and Jacob, let her know…Draco is really pissed off."

"I'll do it, you go and see your mate," said Carlisle handing the blood packets over.

Edward didn't need told twice.

Edward walked up the stairs, listening to Sirius prattle on, keeping Harry's mind off his pain. Telling him stories about his parents again, Harry adored those times. Edward felt saddened just thinking about it. If anyone deserved their parents it was Harry, yet despite desperately wanting to know them, he had ensured no one could get their hands on the Resurrection stone. Burying it deep within the Forbidden forest safe from discovery. Now if it had been him, he knew he would have been tempted to talk to them at least. Harry understood though, that it didn't do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. The only truly useful thing Dumbledore had ever said to Harry. He hated to interrupt but ever minute counted. He knocked on the door more out of courtesy than anything else.

He however, didn't wait to be asked to come in; he just walked in eager to be beside his mate once more. Sirius moved out of the way, so Edward could take his place. Andy and Teddy were also sitting on the conjured rocking chair. Teddy was sound asleep, obviously content to have seen Harry awake and aware.

"How are you feeling?" asked Edward, his entire attention solely focused on Harry. Something Harry had lacked his entire life. During his childhood he had been ignored, the Dursley's attentions focused on Dudley alone. At Hogwarts, nobody had cared about Harry but rather the boy who lived, and only when something went good or badly. Although more things had gone badly rather than good. At Hogwarts the accumulated sixteen teachers were to look after four or five hundred students that attended Hogwarts. So Harry hadn't really gotten attention from them. Things were different now, when Harry needed it his mate's attention was only for him and him alone. Despite the fact they didn't talk about it, Edward understood it. How couldn't he? When he knew absolutely everything Harry thought.

"Sore, tired," murmured Harry, leaning into the cold cool form of his vampire, grateful for the cold radiating from him.

"Are you sure you want to do this? That you need to?" asked Edward the blood still in his hand, the one that wasn't wrapped around his sick lover. He could feel how hot he was, feeling Harry's entire length pressed against him. His fever still hadn't abated at all. He just hoped and prayed the blood idea worked, if not he wasn't sure what the hell would happen next. Harry was adamant about keeping their baby; he just wished I was different circumstances.

"Yes I do, Sirius can….you transfigure….a straw…please?" asked Harry, it was becoming obvious how exhausted Harry was now, that he was having to stop, breathe and then start talking again.

"Don't you want a cup?" asked Sirius confused, transfiguring a straw for his godson.

Harry shook his head instead of replying, now that it was time to do it he felt very shy and vulnerable. He wasn't sure he could do this with all the prying eyes around him. Of course Edward heard and bless him, dealt with it for him. "Can you give us some time please?" he asked Andy and Sirius.

"Of course," said Andy immediately, getting up, and keeping Teddy still as not to rouse him from his sleep. It was best to get him in his crib now, let him get some proper sleep.

"I'll be down the stairs if you need me," Sirius said to his godson, patting him on the shoulder. He was still worried, extremely so, he did NOT want to loose his godson. Godparents shouldn't have to bury their Godchildren; it should be the other way around. Although it had been the case a few years ago, but he had come back and he was determined that his godson would outlive him.

Harry nodded immensely grateful to Edward right now; it was so good to have someone who understood him. He hated feeling weak though, after having to be strong, for so long. Masks after masks had been created in the Wizarding world; he had almost forgotten what it was like to feel helpless and weak. Now though he had been showing a side nobody had ever seen these past few weeks. He wasn't sure if Sirius thought him indestructible, if they all did for that matter. Had it been a shock to them to see him so ill?

"No, you are human to them Harry," said Edward out loud soothing his obviously distressed mate. It hurt him to think Harry had never allowed himself to be taken care of before.

Harry merely leaned back, a small half-hearted smile spreading across his face. Of course it ended in a grimace; he was too tired, too sore to even smile.

"Are you sure you don't want a cup?" asked Edward watching Harry cautiously, aware of what he planned on doing. If he had been human, he would probably have been disgusted…seeing blood drank like Orange Capri-sun. Which was exactly how Harry was planning on drinking it. No wonder Harry had been leery about letting them stay; no doubt they would have seen a new side to Harry.

"I'm fine," murmured Harry, piercing the bag, pushing the straw straight down. Edward was very thankful he had already fed, because if it hadn't been the case, he would have ripped that bag of blood from Harry and fed himself. Well maybe not, it was his mate and they came above all else even feeding himself.

Edward kept a very close eye on Harry during his feed, watching him for signs of anything going wrong or right. Thankfully neither happened, as of yet, but he had just started. As Harry continued to drink the blood, he was surprised and extremely relieved to see colour coming back to his cheeks. Excitement thrummed through him; maybe Harry had been right after all! Maybe the blood would help.

"Are you okay?" asked Edward, feeling like a very old and very used record.

"Better than ever," said Harry his voice already stronger and more powerful.

"This is good…maybe you should take your potion now," said Edward his brow furrowed.

"Maybe it would be best," said Harry, worried about his magic and the affect it could have on the baby. His magic was extremely strong and powerful, who knows what kind of devastating affect it could have.

"Don't move," admonished Edward, stopping Harry trying to get up, he extended his arm and curled his fingers around the thin glass vial. Taking extra care, because it was the last vial of the Potion they had - that would get rid of the flu. He prayed to every god he could think of as he handed it over. Hoping against all hope, that they had the answer to their problem, not problem answer to their questions he supposed. His baby wasn't a problem; Harry had helped him see that. Not just by getting angry but his inner thoughts and desires. "Here, drink up," he said after removing the stopper and placing the potion to his lips. It smelt absolutely foul, and probably tasted it too, but if it did its job he was all for it. Harry wasn't particularly fond of Potions, although he knew a lot about them. His fondness and desire to learn had been crushed under Severus' bitter diatribes in his classroom. Harry didn't hate him for it though, if anything he understood with compassion Edward had ever seen. Harry felt so much guilt for not being able to save Severus. For not being early, for not understanding his role earlier. Unfortunately there was nothing to be done; all Harry hoped was that Severus was at peace, perhaps with his mother again.

Once the potion was taken, he pulled up the covers, tucking them into Harry. Then he curled around his mate, extremely happy when no appearance of sickness made itself known. He placed his hand on the covered distended belly of his mate, and watched and listened to him asleep.

An hour later Carlisle came into the room his concern was heard from even down the stairs.

"How is he?" asked Carlisle, despite how dark the room was he was able to see Harry's face from where he was duveted up. His face looked a lot healthier than it had in a good while. That seemed like a good sign; his heart rate had gone down, that he had heard from downstairs. He was sleeping soundly, no sign of a fever; Harry was actually a really clever young man. He questioned himself on whether he would have thought about it sooner or later himself.

"I think its working," Edward whispered.

Carlisle inhaled relief plainly written across his features. "Perhaps I should get more blood? Just in case you can never be too sure."

"I agree," replied Edward just as quietly, he under no circumstances wanted Harry to wake up. This was the soundless he had slept in a very long time.

"How is he?" asked Sirius as soon as Carlisle returned, not letting him even get into the room properly.

"It seems your godson is a very smart young man," said Carlisle softly, his face showing just how fond he was of Harry. He was an epitome of a hero without realizing it, he had the ability to make other respect and admire him. Although it was more to do with Harry as a person than the fact he had somehow banished then killed Voldemort. Unfortunately Harry didn't realize this, and thought he was liked merely because of the scar on his forehead.

"Yes he is, unfortunately I can't take any credit for it, he's his own man," said Sirius feeling a little depressed and nostalgic. So many things could have been different, should have been different.

Carlisle just nodded, claiming a seat next to Esme who was deep in a conversation with Andy.

Harry blinked sleepily, wondering where he was, until the events of yesterday caught up with him once more. He found himself secured into a cold hard body, Edward. Edward's hand was protectively wrapped around his stomach. Harry smiled secretly to himself, he was coming around which was a good thing in his mind. He didn't care that Edward could hear his thoughts, it just couldn't be helped. He accepted Edward, all of him which included his gift. He understood what it was like, to have a gift that others didn't like, like being a Parselmouth, not that he was anymore. He had lost the ability when the Horcrux had been destroyed.

"How are you feeling?" asked Edward concerned, knowing his mate was sick of them asking but not caring. He had to know that he was alright; he had to let Harry know he was concerned about him.

"A lot better actually…the potion worked," said Harry still not moving from his little nest.

"Well that's a relief…now we need to get some breakfast into you, Esme and Andy have already made it." said Edward, "I'll go and get it," Edward was just about to move when he stopped an almost sheepish smile appeared on his face "Esme's bringing it up."

"I'm not sure how much I can eat," said Harry thoughtfully.

"Just eat what you can," soothed Edward. "Poppy is coming with her."

That caused Harry to groan, he hated being fussed.

Edward just laughed in amusement, things were finally looking up. Now all they had to do was get the baby safely from Harry and everything would be well again. Once again he began to wonder what kind of child they would have. Whatever it was, he or she was going to be extremely powerful. In more ways than one. A powerful vampire, a powerful Wizard. He just hoped and prayed everything would end well. Harry would never forgive himself if anything happened. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself either. It had only been one day, yet he was looking forward to his baby coming into the world. Holding it for the first time, watching it grow up. It was supposed to be different for fathers, or at least according to the psychology books. The 'mother' or what he was going to call 'The Carrier' became a parent the moment they found out they were pregnant. The father usually only became a parent, a father when they hold their baby for the first time. It seemed the psychology books didn't work the same way for vampires, or at least people who had lived for as long as he had. He'd never in his wildest daydreams ever, ever thought about being a father. He had assumed that option had closed to him the day he became a vampire. Rosalie had been different though, she had never stopped wishing she could. She had been very good about all this, she seemed happy enough about it. He hadn't heard a bitter through from her, which was surprisingly enough. He couldn't help but think on names…what would they choose?

His mouth began drawn and his eyes hooded hearing Draco Malfoy coming back. The boy was not happy, Leah was inconsolable, but at least his fear of what the Shape-shifters were for naught. They were giving them all the benefit of the doubt, no doubt because they were magical. If it was just his family and Harry as a normal boy, with hardly any magical power (not that it was possible for someone with so little magic to get pregnant) no doubt they would have declared war. With good reason, if Harry wasn't magical the prospect of him surviving was almost nil. He had to remember that this wouldn't be happening if Harry wasn't magical. So in a way it was moot point thinking about this.

Next Chapter - Edward speaks to the baby :) they realize its time to take the child out. now will harry be turned in this story or will i end it with him still human? leaving you all to wonder at what happened? or will i have a epilouge of when and how Harry is turned? would you prefer to see or think that Harry is able to attend school with his mate for eternety? or staying at home letting his son or daughter and husband go to school without him? or will their son actually die? unable to live forever with magic interacting with his status as a half vampire? :( make it into a sequel...of their race against time to save their child. R&R please!