Took me some time to hash out and all that. I did a lot of concidering for this one and ended up having the rewrite the whole thing becasue I didn't like the way it played out and then this happened. All I have to say is that I was just as surprised with some of the stuff that happened as you will be!

Pairings:

Harry/Edward (duh!), Alice/Jasper, Esme/Carlisle, Rosalie/Emmett, Draco/Jacob, Luna/?, Bella/?, ?/? (I'm allowed to keep some pairing secret)

Disclaimer:

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

I decieded to answer this review in the story just in case anyone else thought the same thing:

Kool n Krazy Kaida: Why does Luna call Harry James? Because Harry's middle name is James and she's just special like that. And who is Bella being paired up with? I'm not gonna tell you that now. You'll just have to wait and see. And when are they going to reveal themselves as wizards? That you'll probably find out in this chapter. And what element is Draco? Hmm . . . I might mention it later but he's air. I know that Harry is earth and Luna is water but who's air and fire? As mentioned above Draco's air and as for whose fire . . . well I don't wanna ruin the surprise.

Chapter 6

It was only the early afternoon but the city of Seattle were thrown into darkness, with long shadows and shady looking alleys. The sky was heavy with clouds and the rain came down like a thick waterfall, drenching anyone who dared to step outside in a matter of seconds. The streets were completely empty, and not just because of the rain. Had it been nice and warm outside, people still would not have ventured out, not with the gang threat.

Police were baffled of the rising crime rate, and they were no closer to finding out the cause of the mass of missing or dead people than they were to finding the cure to cancer. It was mindboggling and a little bit irritating at that.

Two figures suddenly appeared at the end an empty street – having walked out from a dark alleyway. They were both dressed in unisex coats, the hoods pulled up protectively over their heads and one of them carried an umbrella. The other held a large box that had holes punched into the top of it and appeared to be moving.

"Why are we here again," one of the strangers questioned in a distinctively foreign accent. From the deep tone of it one would be safe to guess that he was male, that and the face that he was tall and bulky.

"I told you already," the other stranger sneered, irritation clear in his voice. "He's somewhere near here. I can feel it."

"Alright, alright, no need to get snippy," the first man stated and he shifted the box in his hand. "I was just wondering why we couldn't do this in the morning. You know, when it's light out and the rain had stopped."

The second man suddenly stopped walking, causing his companion to walk from out under the cover of the umbrella.

"Do you want to find him or not?"

"I do," the first man said and there was a grin in his voice. "I'd just rather do it dry." His companion snorted and began walking again at a more clipped pace. With a light shrug, the first man scampered to catch up, falling into step with his companion once more. Together the pair disappeared off into the darkness.

There was the sound of a low growl.

Something snapped.

A person screamed in agony.

And then the city was silent once more.

The door to the Potter Estate main living room crashed open loudly, banging against the walk hard enough to leave a dent in it. Harry the stormed inside in an angry mess, his magic crackling in the air and making his hair stand up more than usual. The two blondes that had been lounging on the couch looked up curiously when he entered.

"James," Luna asked, setting aside her Quibbler magazine. Worry spread over her face when she caught Harry's murderous expression. "What's wrong?"

Harry didn't immediately respond, so consumed by his rage that all he could do was pace in front of the fireplace for a while.

"Luna," he finally said, talking through his teeth. "You'll have to take Teddy and go by the Cullen's alone. Tell them we'll be late if they ask," he ordered, turning his back on them to stare into the fire burning in the fireplace. "Draco, you and me are going to do some tracking in town." Behind him, Luna and Draco shared a confused look.

"Okay," Draco drawled. "But what for?"

Harry whirled around, baring his teeth at the blonde in his anger.

"Rogue vampires that's what," he snapped, his voice vibrating of the walls loudly. In the corner of the room the portrait copy of Rosalina glared at him and disappeared from her frame to go back to the Records Hall. "Now would you get a move on? We don't have all day."

Draco narrowed his eyes, leveling Harry with a steely look so reminiscent of the past when the two had been bitter rivals. Luna looked between the two vaguely, wondering if today was the day that the spells would start to fly.

"Listen Potter," Draco spat out venomously. "You may be the leader of this merry little band but I'll have you know that that doesn't mean I won't hex you into oblivion if you dare to treat me like I am some house elf to be ordered around." Draco then took a calming breath and managed to school his expression into a blank mask of indifference. "Now, why don't you calm down and tell us what happened."

Harry dropped down heavily on the floor – crossing his legs Indian style so that he looked a little like a school child – and ran his hand over his face, feeling mightily guilty.

"You're right Draco. Sorry."

Draco waved the apology away and waited patiently for Harry's explanation. The glasses-wearing boy took a deep breath and let it out in a huge sigh.

"Alright, I went over to Bella's house like I said, you know to see if she was up to coming along with us, when I heard her and Cullen talking. I didn't really stick around to hear the entire thing, but from what I did hear . . . well it turns out that some vampire that Cullen wasn't familiar with had been in Bella's room."

Harry looked meaningfully at the two to convey what he wasn't saying silently – that the vampire was likely to be dangerous.

"Why would they be there?" Luna asked, the dream-like quality completely gone from her voice in the face of the threat to their newly made friend. Harry lifted and dropped his shoulders in a shrug.

"Bella said something about them probably looking for her." He told them, but from his tone they could tell that that didn't clear thing up any.

"Her?" Draco asked, incuriously. "Why?" Harry shrugged again. "Well that's it. We've obviously got to confront them." Draco finally declared, looking annoyingly triumphant.

"Dragon's right," Luna agreed. Harry heaved a heavy sigh before reluctantly agreeing also. Draco then smirked the teen as he said, "Honestly, Harry, you sure know how to choose them."

Harry glared at the aristocrat before sighing.

"How long will you be," Luna asked as both boys stood up to prepare.

"Not sure," Harry admitted casually. "Just listen for a howl. We can't be too long."

Luna nodded slowly and turned away from them. She was just a little put out that Harry wasn't allowing her to come along, but someone had to take care of Teddy. Sighing inwardly, she went to go and get the baby.

Luna was just the slightest bit awed – and more than a bit impressed – when she rounded the corner and came across the Cullen household. It had taken her at least ten minute of winding dirt rood before she came upon it, and at first she had wondered if she had taken a wrong turn somewhere. Now however, here the house stood and all its magnificent glory. The house itself would have been something her father called timeless. It wasn't eccentric like most of the things she loved turned out to be, but it had a certain charm and uniqueness to it that she immediately liked. And it was big enough that someone like Draco would approve of it given that it was a Muggle house.

"Look, Ted, isn't it absolutely lovely?" Luna asked the baby in the backseat. Teddy clapped his hands and laughed in response. Luna pulled up in front of the porch and slid smoothly out of her seat before whirling around to remove Teddy from where he was strapped into his car seat. Securing him comfortably on her hip, Luna then made her way up the porch and across it to the front door.

She knocked politely on the polished wood and moments later the door opened to reveal a very beautiful woman with wavy caramel hair and a nice heart-shaped face. She smiled warmly at Luna, dimples seemed to wink in her cheeks, and turned slightly to welcome her in.

"Hello, you must be Alice and Edward's classmate," she said in a very appealing voice. "I'm their mother, Esme."

She didn't offer her hand and Luna pretended not to notice.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Luna," Luna instead said, smiling before she turned to look around the room. She glanced over the many faces in the room, and ignored the slight tension hovering in the air, instead opting to take in the décor.

The room was beautiful and very open with the entire back wall made of clear glass. It looked out onto a wide, winding river that gleamed in the weak light and was surrounded by large trees. Everything, from the walls to the furniture to the floor, was decorated to follow a white color scheme. To the west side there was a long winding stair case and a small opening that Luna could barely see might lead to the kitchen. Directly opposite it was another opening that lead to another room – Luna guessed dining room from the chair and table she could see.

"I must say, you have a very lovely home," Luna complemented when she was done taking in everything.

"Why, thank you," Esme replied politely, a smile brightening her face even more. Luna hummed tunelessly, thinking. She was sure that had Esme not been a vampire she would have blushed with pleasure. It was nice to know that the change hadn't stripped the woman of her humanity.

With a small smile, Luna turned and finally took in the faces she had only seen once before through the eyes of her wolf form. There was who she assumed was the leader of the coven, a man with blonde hair and an easy smile that eluded a calm atmosphere. Luna could tell he was the most compassionate of the group.

And then there was another blonde male, taller and slightly bulkier than Edward with a look on his face somewhere between confusion and anguish.

The last blonde was a very beautiful woman, poised in every way. She gave off a Malfoy-like aura that was slightly diminished by the awed expression she was looking at Teddy with.

Finally, beside her was a bulk of a man, built up like a Beater or a Muggle weightlifter. He had an easy, playful grin on his face that gave way to a prankster like mentality and he appeared to be the most relaxed of the group.

Then there was Alice and Edward. All of them were angled around the couch, where Bella sat, trying – and failing miserably – to look normal and casual.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Luna Lovegood and this," she introduced, shifting Teddy in her arms so that they could all see him properly, "Is Teddy Lupin."

Teddy waved his chubby hands at him, his blue eyes bright as he said – or rather shouted with childish glee, "'Lo! 'Lo!"

"Oh! How cute," the blonde woman finally gushed, giving up her stoic appearance to beam at the baby. She walked over to peer into Teddy's round face. "How old is he?" She asked Luna vaguely, her eyes riveted on the baby in the witch's arms.

"He just turned a year in April," Luna answered as Teddy pulled her long and wavy hair in front of his face like a curtain and peeked out of it shyly at other blonde woman. She beamed at him then let her golden eyes travel up to look pleadingly at Luna.

"May I?" she asked rather hesitantly, which seemed to go against her nature. Luna tilted her head a little before nodding and handing Teddy over. The boy quickly got comfortable and when about chewing on the girl's hair. As the blonde turned away, Alice twirled up at Luna's side.

"Well, come on in," she instructed, leading her away from the door. As they were walking toward the couch she asked, "Where are the guys?"

"They'll be a little late. They got held up with something or another," Luna answered vaguely. Alice nodded before pushing the girl down onto the couch next to Bella – who still hadn't gotten her expression completely under control.

"Okay, well I believe some introductions are in order." Alice announced to keep Luna's attention away from Bella. She jumped up and latched onto the arm of the blonde with the pained expression. "This is my boyfriend Jasper."

Jasper grimaced at Luna.

"And over there is Rosalie and Emmett," she said pointing at the blonde cooing at Teddy and then the bulky man. "And finally our father, Carlisle."

The head vampire smiled and said, "It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Luna agreed, smile at them all, or rather the two that were paying her attention.

"So, Luna," Bella spoke up in an attempt to start a conversation. Alice's distraction had given her time to compose herself and now she looked utterly relaxed. "Has any of you guys been down to La Push yet?"

Luna turned her head slowly to look at Bella, and blinked slowly. The action seemed to unnerved Bella just a little, but the girl was tactful enough not to mention it, unlike some people Luna had known in the past.

"I don't believe so, but Dragon did go out last week and he returned quite wet. This La Push wouldn't happen to have a beach would it?"

"Um . . . yeah it does," Bella answered, sounding and looking a little confused. Luna nodded thoughtfully before saying, "Then yes, it is likely that Dragon went there."

"Oh . . . did he mention . . . um . . . meeting anyone," Bella continued to probe hesitantly. Luna tilted her head slightly, thinking over the question thoroughly.

"No, I don't believe so. But he has been acting rather odd as of late." Luna then turned to look blankly out the window. "It looks like it'll rain soon. I should probably get the instruments out of the car." She announced to no one in particular.

"Oh, Emmett could help you with that," Esme suggested and the man looked over at them at the sound of his name.

"I suppose so, if it's no trouble at all," Luna spoke softly.

"Nah, I can handle it," Emmett boosted before following Luna to the front door. He stopped short in the doorway however, his eyes widening slightly as he looked over at the bright vehicle parked near the porch. "Is that a Vantage GT2?" he asked, sounding completely astonished.

Luna shrugged casually as she rounded the car and headed for the trunk.

"That's what Dragon told me it was called. I just wanted it because I liked the look of it." Luna answered as she popped open the trunk. Emmett gapped for a moment longer before moving to help pull the various instruments out of the car.

"But this isn't supposed to come out for another five years." He told her, still looking thoroughly shocked. "How the hell did you get it?"

"I was told it's a prototype. And James said something about connections," the girl told him vaguely, before looking up at him pointedly. Emmett shook his head and focused on the task at hand. He's have latter to grill these new guys on the how they had managed to acquire a car that was only at the sketching stage.

And then he was amazed when he saw the instruments crammed into the car's small trunk. It was impossible but somehow they had managed to fit a complete drum set, two guitars, and two amps inside.

Luna instructed him to set up all the stuff in the open space near Edward's grand piano.

"Wow, what do you play?" Bella asked curiously, peering into the shiny face of the silver cymbals – she hadn't know that there were silver symbols.

"The base," Luna said absently waving her hand at the guitar with the bright splashes of what looked like paint on it. A sudden roaring sound cut through the air and everyone turned to look curiously at the door. Luna was the only one to more and once outside she into the yard just as two motorcycles pulled up behind her car, one silver and the other green. Luna breathed out a sigh of relief.

"James, Dragon," she called out to the two riders, walking over to them. Harry pulled off his black helmet and shook his head to get rid of his helmet hair.

"Lu," he said, relief clear in his voice. "You're okay."

"Why wouldn't I be?" Luna asked. "You were the one out tracking some rogue vampire." Harry shrugged and shot her a sheepish smile to which she rolled her eyes and muttered, "Worrywart."

"Well, well, let's get on with it," Draco cut across them, slipping off his bike and cradling the helmet in one hand. Harry rolled his eyes. "Well, we have some interrogating to do."

"We're not here to interrogate anyone, Draco," Harry told him as he reached over and pulled out a clear box that held a dozen crystallize lilies and his messenger bag from the pouch clipped to the side of his bike. Draco snorted at him.

"Right," he said, sarcasm clear in his voice. Harry shared an exasperated look with Luna before walking with the girl up to the house. Draco was looked around at it with an insultingly shocked look on his face.

"I'm impressed," he said once he had crossed the threshold, much to Harry's embarrassment, especially when he saw that the entire Cullen clan plus Bella was gathered in the living room. Esme and Carlisle moved to meet them at the door.

"Um . . . hi, sorry we were late," Harry apologize awkwardly. "I . . . um . . . I got you this." He then pushed the clear box into Esme's hand.

"Oh my," Esme gushed as she lifted the box to look at the crystallized flowers. She then lowered the box and gave Harry a bright smile that left his slightly unbalanced. "Thank you very much. You must be Harry."

"Huh?" Harry blinked.

"Bella and my children talk very fondly of you," Esme explained kindly. Draco snorted behind him as a dark blush coated Harry's cheeks.

"I . . . thank you Mrs. Cullen."

"Please, call me Esme," Esme told him and she reached over and wound her arm around Carlisle's waist. "And this is my husband Carlisle." Harry nodded his head in greeting to Carlisle's welcoming smile. Esme then moved slightly to the side so that Harry could see more into the room. And those two back there are my sons Jasper and Emmett and that is my daughter Rosalie. You already know my Alice and Edward."

"Uh yes . . . it's nice to meet you all." Harry got a pained smile from Jasper and a careless wave from Emmett. Rosalie seemed completely oblivious of his presence, her back turned to him. "Um . . . this is Draco and you already seem to know that I'm Harry." Esme smiled at that and her gaze drifted to look at Edward.

"So, what are you guys going to play," Alice demanded of them, pulling to two men further into the room and over toward the instruments. Edward got up to join them. "Is it something original? That would be so cool. Oh, can I design your outfits? I have the perfect idea in mind! It had this —"

"Alice," Bella yelled on a laugh when Harry had started to look a little pale. "Give them some breathing room will ya?" Alice's lower lip jutted out into a pout and she looked pleadingly up into Harry's face.

"You don't mind, do you?"

"I . . . ugh," Harry stammered, looked over at Draco with panicked eyes. The blonde simply shrugged and leaned casually against Edward's piano, looking bored.

"Maybe some other time Alice," Edward suddenly spoke up, coming to Harry's rescue. The Savior turned to look at the bronze haired vampire thankfully, forgetting for a moment why he had been avoiding the teen for two weeks. Suddenly his eyes were caught inside Edward's heated gaze. Everyone else seemed to disappear and Harry was strongly reminded of what had happened the first time they had met.

"Da!" Teddy's excited cry jolted Harry back to attention and he ripped his gaze away from Edward's to look wide-eyed at the one-year-old. He was blushing madly and was painfully aware that everyone had been staring at him.

"Da!" Teddy called again from where he was peering at him from over Rosalie's shoulder. The blonde woman turned to look at Harry, her gaze sweeping over him like he was something she was considering buying.

"Hey there bud," Harry called, ignoring Rosalie's gaze as he moved toward his godson. "Where have you been?" Teddy giggled madly before reaching his arms out to Harry. Harry easily took the baby from Rosalie.

Alice made a little awing sound behind Harry that had the teen grinning stupidly and rolling his eyes.

"So, the song, right?"

"Oo! Yes," Alice exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "It is an original piece," she then asked again as Harry reached into his bag and pulled out a few music sheets.

"Original," Harry commented absently.

"Lemme see." And then Alice proceeded to pull the sheets from Harry's hands, but Harry wasn't complaining. He was too busy trying to disentangle Teddy's fingers from his hair. Alice hummed appreciatively and leaned over so that Edward could look at the music from over her shoulder.

"Wow," she breathed and then looked up at Harry with sparkling eyes. "Did you write this by yourself."

Harry shrugged casually, an embarrassed blush coming up to coat his cheeks.

"I've had a lot of time on my hands," the tried to explain.

"Play a few cords," Alice demanded, not even seeming to hear Harry. She shoved the papers into his hands, plucked Teddy up, and then pushed Harry over to his guitar. Harry tried to protest, but the girl was surprisingly forceful. With a small sigh, Harry picked up his instrument and hooked it up to the amp. He played a few notes to make sure that it was tuned properly, then looked determinedly at the far wall, trying to ignore the eyes on him.

"It's like a curse that binds me

Constantly holding me down," he belted out in a strong tenor.

"I can never get rid of this burden

That seems to always follow me around

I was put on their pedestal

For they think I am their savior

I'm here to only be their hero

And so I must be on my best behavior

They don't seem to understand

That I just want to be left alone

I want to lead a normal life

And yet their tabloids keep following me home."

The rest of his words trailed off to be swallowed up in the silence that followed. Thorough the song, Harry's voice had remained unwavering and strong, filling the room with its somber sound; now however, he shifted uncomfortably and a blush stole across his pale cheeks.

"So . . . um . . ."

"That was brilliant," Alice thrilled, applauding loudly. She wasn't the only one, Teddy followed her quickly and then everyone else was giving him a standing ovation. "I can't wait to hear the rest of it at the talent show!"

"Uh . . . right . . ." Harry mumbled for nothing better to say. Alice rolled her eyes at his bashful behavior.

"Well, I suppose you guys should get started with the practicing and all that," she reminded them and Harry nodded and turned to do just that.

They were just stepping into the house when they heard the howling. It was low and somber and sounded incredibly sad. It lasted for a full minute before breaking off abruptly. Harry, Luna, and Draco shared a look before rushing over the threshold of the house.

"Misty," Harry called and the house elf popped up beside him. She bowed lowly and addressed the floor.

"What can Misty be doing for Master Harry, sir?"

"I need you to look after Teddy for a bit," Harry told the creature, setting the boy down beside her. Misty looked at him for a minute with large blue eyes before look at Teddy.

"Of course, Master Harry, sir. Misty be doing just that." And with that said, the house elf disappeared with a loud crack. Once she was gone Harry turned to look at Draco and Luna, his eyes showing his concern.

"That sounded like family," Draco commented lowly, voicing what was one all of their minds. Harry nodded his agreement with the blonde's assessment and started making his way out of the house once more.

"Okay, here's what we'll do. Luna, you stay here while we go and check it out," he instructed and he pulled off his jacket and then shucked off his shoes. Draco was already heading into the woods at a brisk pace. Luna saw him change just as he crossed the tree line and he paced there waiting from Harry.

"No," Luna protested, turning away from Dragon's sleek form winding in the trees. "I'm not a child, James. I'm coming with you." She leveled Harry with a look, daring him to object. For the first time her eyes hardened, making them look like chips of ice. Harry hesitated for a fraction of a second before giving in.

"Okay, fine, but keep on guard."

Luna resisted the urge to roll her eyes – like she wouldn't be on guard – and nodded before the two began to make their way after Draco. The entered the woods a humans and changed form as easily as they breathed.

The three raced through the woods, sniffing the air for a foreign scent or even a scent that was slightly familiar but unknown. Although they didn't know who was calling them, their fears mounted with the silence that seemed to press down on them when the howl did not come again.

It was a few miles out when they came upon a large wolf. He was pacing back and forth in a small clearing, his tail flickering anxiously. When he heard them coming he turned to look at them with shimmering brown eyes.

The wolf huffed and moved his head in a motion that was easily recognized as beckoning. Luna and Draco hesitated, waiting for Harry's go say before they approached. Harry however, was already moving for he had smelled something that he knew all too well.

Blood.

Moving around the brown furred wolf, the three came upon a scene that thoroughly shocked them. Harry and Luna shifted back immediately an kneeled down at the side of their old friend.

Neville Longbottom laid curled up on the damp grass, his eyes and teeth clenched in what one could only assume was pain. Not only that, but he was also covered in blood. It was all over his chest and down his left side, darkest near his ribs. Some of the blood was even on the grass. Harry had to guess that he had been laying there for a while because some of the blood had turned brown and dried.

"Neville? Neville," Harry called, reaching over to clasp the man on the shoulder. Neville's entire body shook but he made no move that he heard them.

"This isn't good," Luna murmured, worry transforming her face into something peculiar with her naturally raised eyebrows. "He's injured but it looks easy enough to treat with the right potion and all, but they need to be treated quickly. He's lost too much blood as is and he can't afford to lose anymore." As she spoke Harry could already see more of the crimson liquid staining the grass.

"Alright then, Luna, help me lift him up," Harry snapped out quickly, pulling out his wand and casting a levitation charm on his friend. Luna did the same to help strengthen the charm and together the two moved back to where Potter Estate lay – the brown wolf trailing after them with Draco behind him.

"Where are the potions," Luna asked without preamble as the crossed the threshold of the front door. Harry shrugged, levitated Neville over to one of the couches in the living room, and then called for Shelly who appeared instantly. Harry snapped out some orders on which potion she should bring then turned to perform a diagnostic scan over Neville.

"Two broken ribs and his leg is broken in two places," Harry reported in a monotone. Luna grimaced as Shelly returned and handing Harry four bottles of potions. One held something shiny and silver, another Harry was familiar with that was a Dreamless Sleep potion, another was a Blood Replenishing potion, and the last was dark and murky looking.

"You wouldn't happen to know how to repair broken bones, would you," Luna asked when Harry hesitated for a bit, looking unsure. Harry shook his head as he tipped the first potion down Neville's throat.

"Only in theory," he muttered, wincing when the phrase reminded him strongly of an old friend. "But now is about as good as any time to take a whack at it."

The brown wolf whined lowly in protest and he glared over at Harry, no doubt disagreeing with Harry's assessment. Behind them, Draco – who had yet to change back – let out a dry bark that sounded suspiciously like laughter. Luna turned to give the blonde wolf a stern look as Harry poised his wand once more over the brown wolf. He muttered something in Latin and there was a loud popping sound as the broken bones repaired themselves. All four of them – the unknown wolf also – winced reflectively but Neville made no move that he felt that at all.

Harry shared a concerned expression with Luna before turning to face the unknown wolf. Harry stood up slowly, clutching his wand tightly in his hand.

"Alright, who the bloody hell are you and what happened to Neville?" The wolf looked uncertain for a slip second before his form shifted into that of a tall dark-skinned male Harry know only of in passing. Draco shifted after him, his gaze showing his absolute shock.

"Blaise Zabini," Harry stated calmly, his gaze hardening at the ex-Slytherin whose loyalties he had never been sure of. "And just what exactly are you doing here and with Neville?"

Blaise rolled his eyes and his mouth twisted into a mocking smirk.

"Thought it'd be quite obvious, Potter. Don't you have any brains in that big head of yours?" he sneered. Harry twisted his wand threateningly between his fingers and Blaise raised his hands as if he were surrendering. "Don't get your knickers in a bunch, I'm not here to antagonize you, as fun as that may be."

"Then I'll ask again, why are you here?"

"Well, I turned eighteen a week ago and came into my inheritance," Blaise explained in a drawling voice, his accent thickening the longer her talked. "And I happen to be a part of a pack." There was a bout of silence before Blaise said, "Your pack." Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Prove it." Once again Blaise rolled his eyes before he lifted up his sleeve and turned over his hand to display the rune for fire, located right in the middle of the inside of his wrist. "Alright then," Harry said, stowing his wand before reaching out to pull Blaise up. "But, you even think about double-crossing me and you'll end up like my good friend Tom." Although the threat was very much real, that didn't stop Blaise's smirk from turning into a full blown grin, and the curly haired teen nodded.

"Yes sir," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes again. Harry nodded his eyes even more but there were more pressing matters to deal with beside an annoying Slytherin.

"Alright, so, what happened to Neville?"

Now real worry crossed Blaise's face and he bite down on his lip as he turned his gaze to the brunette curled up in a fetal position on the floor.

"We ran into a bit of trouble finding you," Blaise started, speaking slowly in his aristocratic accent. His eyes narrowed and flashed dangerously as he thought his words over.

"What kind of trouble?" Draco question sounded innocently curious. Blaise didn't spare him a single glance as he answered.

"Vampires."

Harry stiffened. Luna gasped dramatically. Draco made a kind of choking sound.

"Vampires," Harry echoed after a moment of strained silence.

"Yeah. About two of them."

"Where?"

"I don't know," Blaise replied with a shrug. "Some city not too far from here. I was following your pull when we came across them. I took care of one of them but the other got to Neville before I could stop him. Stuck his arm right through Neville's chest and then took a chunk out of him." Blaise shook his head ruefully, a bitter smile coming to light his face.

"I had real fun taking the bastard out. But there wasn't much I could do for Neville. I managed to get him out of there before others could show up, but I could only get as far as that clearing before I had to stop."

"So . . . what, he's changing?" Harry asked uncertainly. Blaise nodded and Harry casted a glance down at Neville's face, it had lost most of its roundness now. "Why isn't he screaming? I thought they all screamed."

"He was at first," Blaise told him softly. "But after a while, he just stopped. If his heart wasn't still beating I'd have thought he was dead."

Harry winced at the thought of Neville being dead, but he didn't remove his eyes from his friends face. One of the only ones that remained true up until now – and he was turning into a vampire.

It was official. Life's a bitch.

With a shake of his head, Harry cleared his thoughts and turned to look at the three surrounding him.

"I'm going to take him upstairs," he said quietly before reaching down and placing his hand on Neville's shoulder. With a loud crack, he Disapparated, leaving the two Slytherins and one Ravenclaw all alone.

"Well, now that Potter's gone," Blaise spoke if only to break the uncomfortable silence that had fall over the trio. He reached into the inside pocket of his cloak and pulled out a rolled up newspaper, which he spread it out on the table coffee table. He then sat down exactly where Neville had just been laying and said, "I think you guys should see this."

The two blondes glanced down at the paper where the headline slid between:

From Boy-Who-Lived to Next Dark Lord

To:

Old Savior Gathering Secret Forces

Beneath the headline was a picture of Harry, glaring up at them as he rushed down a cobble stone pathway. He looked deranged, with his glasses askew and his clothes mussed. Draco quickly snatched the paper up, his eyes trailing down the article and Luna leaned over his shoulder to read with him.

"The Ministry of Magic preps unrelentlessly to this day in fear that another Wizarding War hangs over the horizon. Could it be that the Boy-Who-Lived and the Savior of our world is actually just another Dark Wizard? Is he actually planning a secret uprising again the Ministry as we speak? I had the liberty of interviewing a few people and a Ministry worker had this to say about the claims:

"Well, it's no secret that Potter hates the Ministry. Everyone knows he had a problem with both Fudge and Scrimgeour. And he's already broken in here twice and done as he pleases, who's to stop him now if he tried."

And many others agree with dear old Mafalda Hopkirks. For the seven years that Harry Potter was in our world, he's had constant trouble with the law. I myself have gotten the opportunity to speak with Potter and I must admit that he did come off as a bit deranged.

"Well o' course he had problems wit the law!" Good friend of Harry Potter, Rebeus Hagrid, argued. "They're always out to make 'im a fool and he saved the lot o' us!"

But former best friend and member of the celeb Golden Trio, Hermione Weasley nee Granger claimed, "I always knew he was a bad seed the moment I met him. Who else goes around looking for trouble?"

And when Mrs. Weasley nee Granger was further questioned on her involvement with Harry Potter, she had this to say. "Well of course I went along with him. Back then he was the only one who could save us. But I knew something dark was inside of him, especially after the whole Chamber of Secrets ordeal. Lockheart still doesn't have his memory back. And he was the one who made up the plans to break into Gringotts and the Ministry. Oh, and don't forget, he's already used two of the Unforgivables. What's to say he won't use the last?"

Mrs. Weasley's husband, Ronald Weasley, the other member of the Golden Trio, had this to add. "I reconded the man was always dark. He'd already cheated death twice. If that's not dark magic then I don't know what is. And he always said he was a bit like Voldemort, it's only a matter of time before he starts trying to rule over us. 'Course he's also got all the instruments to be Master of Death."

We questioned Mr. Weasley further on this and he had this to say.

"Well anyone who's heard the Tale of the Three Brothers would know what they are. Now I didn't believe it at first either until I saw it with my own eyes. Potter already had the rare invisibility cloak and Dumbledore simply gave him the stone. 'Course the wand was harder to get, but he won that when he beat Voldemort. With that kind of power, who's to say he won't use it against use?"

And our readers quite agree with Mr. Weasley. Harry Potter is obviously a danger to the Wizarding World, and now that he's gone underground everyone's at their wits end on what to do. It's a wonder the Ministry is all in a panic."

When both were done, Draco tossed the paper aside, watching in disgust as is slid across the glossy surface of the coffee table.

"What a bunch of bollocks," he muttered darkly and beside him Luna nodded in agreement.

"I don't see why anyone bothers to read that woman's work. Rita Skeeter is nothing but a pathological liar," she muttered venomously – quite unlike herself. "Everyone knows Daddy's paper was so much better."

"It's simply Fudge all over again," Blaise explained, resisting the urge to point out that Xenophilius Lovegood's paper was never actually 'good.' It was best not to speak of the dead around his own daughter who could no doubt hex him with some very curious spells. "If it's not one thing, it's got to be another. And it doesn't help that he just up and disappeared."

"No, it's none of that. It just goes to show you that I can't trust anyone anymore, can I?" Harry's voice startled the three. They hadn't even heard him approach but suddenly he was standing there, just behind them.

"I wouldn't worry about it. It's just Rita Skeeter telling her lies again." Luna told him in an off-handed manner. Harry chuckled darkly and shook his head, his hair coming to flop down over his glasses.

"More like the truth hidden under a small lie," he muttered.

"What?" Draco asked, clearly confused.

"All of that," Harry said, waving at the newspaper situated on the coffee table, the picture of Harry repeating itself over and over again, "is true. Well except for the part about me being the next Dark Lord, that one's an outrageous lie."

"So you really used the Unforgivables?" Luna asked, her tone surprised.

"You actually wiped Lockheart's memory," Draco questioned, awed.

"You're really the Master of Death," Blaise demanded, slightly envious. Harry rolled his eyes at the three but didn't say anything. One of these days he'd tell them he's story, but this was neither the day nor the time.

"I'm going to go make some lunch, don't forget we have that meeting with the Cullens later on. Draco do something useful and inform Zabini about it." Then he turned and walked away, effectively ending the conversation.

Okay, soooooo that's done! You know, at first I wasn't going to include Neville, but someone mentioned him so . . . well you know how stories go! They just have a habit of running away from the creator, and that's definately what happened here! Anywho . . . why don't you Review! LOL a rhyme!