Harry Potter: Vampire Mate

I'm sorry! On the bright side, I will be updating two chapters today and hopefully a another chapter or two this week before I go on vacation. I've had really bad writer's block and I just gave up and skipped that part until I could figure it out. As it is, I still don't know what's going to happen with the Order, but I do have a really cute Charlie/Leah scene for you all!

Bill Weasley had never been more disgusted than he currently was with his mother. He could not believe that she would plot not only line theft, but also the murder of someone who she had been a motherly influence to. And cheating on his father as well!

Arthur watched as his eldest son took in what had to be said. Of all the things that he had overheard throughout the years, nothing was as shocking or heartbreaking as learning Ginny was not his daughter. However, looking back he could remember how excited he had been at the birth of his daughter Ginny, and silently rejoicing at the curse set by the Malfoys having been retracted. As she had gotten older, he had been privy to overhearing many conversations between mother and daughter - many of them were often trivial or bed time stories. A few were strange and caught his attention though; Molly saying, "You'll see your father tomorrow" as though Arthur was away at work a majority of the time. He always made sure to see her though after those conversations. Now each of those conversations were beginning to make sense. He wasn't Ginny's father. Albus Dumbledore was!

"What are you going to do Dad?" Bill asked, finally having regained his thoughts.

"The only things to be done," Arthur began. "Divorce your mother and make a family tree at Gringotts. I'll then stop giving Fred potions. I don't know what they're for, he's perfectly healthy. I may announce that Fred is alive. How no one saw through that sham of a burial I'll never know."

Bill nodded and watched his father as he paced. "I then have to apologize to Harry and hope that he forgives me," his father stated, unsure of himself as he looked at his oldest child.

Sighing, Bill began, "I don't know how he's going to take it. Do start with what you have though. The only problem is getting Fred off those potions with Moody babysitting him."

Arthur nodded as he remembered that particular detail. "I'll figure something out."

There was a family home near Hogsmeade that had been empty for generations. In fact, no one could remember whose family home it was. What was strange though was that a man had moved in a little over two years before and nobody had seen him since.

They would occasionally see Albus Dumbledore, who had somehow faked his own death, enter the home. It wasn't his home; that was obvious the way the wards tried to keep him from entering the property until he slowly took them apart. The way he acted made it glaringly obvious that he did not want to be seen as well. However, how had they seen the owner of the home and surrounding property yet?

It was as people were walking past the home on their ways to work, or home, that they saw a man in his late thirties, early forties, stumble out of the home, seemingly drunk off his ass. In fact they would have continued on their ways, minding their own business, thinking this was exactly the case if he hadn't rasped out "help" and collapsed to the ground trying to catch his breath. Racing over the walkers quickly asked, "Do we need Dumbledore?"

It was a violent shake of the man's head and panicked eyes that stopped them from sending for the man. "Bill Weasley," the man wheezed before passing out. Blinking, a woman hurriedly sent a patronus off to Bill Weasley, urgently requesting his presence at the forgotten family home of the Black family.

Harry was getting annoyed. Jasper's brother and sister were annoying the crap out of him, and he didn't know either of them nor did he know what the hell they were doing. He had to get home and get his school work done or he wouldn't get to cook dinner. Luna had been the one to come up with that rule, Charlie quickly seconding the stupid thing. The both of them had told him that his school work was more important than him cooking them dinner and that they would order out on nights that his work wasn't done in time. It also didn't help matters any that he still had to exchange numbers with Jasper before leaving. Finally, after fifteen minutes of unending chatter Harry escaped them and made his way outside.

Jasper stood next to his bike, waiting for him, George and the others already gone for the day. "Sorry I'm late," Harry said. "Your siblings, something got into them and they chattered at me for fifteen minutes like gossiping girls. Well Emmett did, Rosalie mainly stood there and prevented me from escaping the chatter."

Laughing at the small frown that appeared on Harry's face, Jasper pulled out his phone and said, "Here type your number in and I'll send you a text later tonight with dates that would work for tutoring."

Looking at the phone now in his hand, Harry grimaced as his fingers swiftly punched in his name and number on the touch screen. "What don't like smartphones?" Jasper joked.

Grinning, Harry pulled his own phone out and showed it to him. This is the newest one on the market currently. I was grimacing at the fact that your phone is two models below mine. I've got to go. I need to get my work done or it'll be pizza for supper." The mere thought of eating pizza made Harry scrunch his nose up in disgust.

Getting on his bike, Harry pulled his helmet on and gave Jasper a half-hearted salute before leaving the parking lot. Jasper watched as he sped down the highway, and wondered what Harry would look like once he was truly happy.