Harry Potter: Vampire Mate

The second update for today is here!

Harry was having a bad week. After sitting to Fred in class last week, he had been unable to concentrate on any of his classes. And seeing him each day, after believing him dead for months, made it difficult for Harry to get his work done. He could still feel those ocean blue eyes meeting his and flinched when he remembered the flash of recognition in them. Harry had hoped that Fred wouldn't recognize him, that getting over him would be less painful. Knowing that he was remembering, Harry wanted to cry and scream. Why couldn't his life go the way he wanted it to?

The only upside to this mess was that Jasper was patiently helping him through it all, including his studies. As it was, the two of them were currently sitting at the kitchen table as Jasper once again explained the different branches in the American government. With only the two of them in the house it was easier to concentrate, so Harry had shooed George, Neville, and Luna out as soon as their things were put away. Neville had looked scandalized, George had given him a conspirital wink, and Luna had given Jasper a hug telling him that she knew ways to torture a vampire before killing them should he hurt Harry. Before either Harry or Jasper could say anything, Luna had skipped away dragging a laughing George and Neville with her. As far as he was aware, they had gone to La Push Beach to swim. Charlie was out looking for a job, having told them that while he knew they could live without him working, he got extremely bored with all four of them at school during the day.

When Harry finally came back to attention, he realized that he had been staring at Jasper's lips, rather than his open government book. Blushing, Harry quickly looked at his book and blushed harder when he heard Jasper chuckle. His book was closed by a pale hand, and when he looked up with a questioning look, Jasper elaborated, a soft smile on his face. "Your mind is preoccupied, making it obvious that nothing we cover today will stick. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Oh," Harry stated, thankful that it was Friday and there was no school the next day. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to function properly on Monday as it was. "Oh, um, no thank you. Maybe some other time."

Jasper nodded and packed his books. "Perhaps you would like to meet my sister Rosalie instead?" he questioned. "I know you have art together, but haven't been properly introduced yet."

Thinking it over, Harry nodded and wrote a quick note for whomever returned first before packing his things up.

Leah could not believe her luck! Sam had delegated her, out of the entire pack, to meet the new residents of Forks and warn them to be careful. She had just gotten done with her twelve hour patrol shift and was ready to go home and sleep before Same told her about her assignment. All she wanted was food and sleep after waking up at five in the morning to run around in the forest. Instead she was standing in front of the oldest house in Forks. How anyone could afford the place she didn't know.

Figuring she had better get this over with, Leah knocked on the door and waited. When the door opened, the first thing Leah saw was a bare, well-toned chest and broad shoulders. Looking up, she was met with an easy-going grin, cobalt blue eyes, a mess of red hair, and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose. Meeting his eyes, Leah could feel everything shift, putting the man first. Blinking, she introduced herself. "Hello, my name's Leah. I live on the reservation nearby and thought that I would stop by and welcome you to the area."

Offering him a smile, Leah crossed her arms over her chest and waited for him to respond. She hadn't been this nervous since first meeting Sam. She was surprised when an accent accompanied his words. "Charlie," he told her, mimicking her position and taking a step back. "Why don't you come in and I'll make us some tea."

Stepping into the hall, Leah looked around and spotted a picture of the five who lived there. Charlie had his arms thrown around the shoulders of another red-head and a small ebony haired fourth male had his arms wrapped around the only female, a small dreamy eyed blonde who had her arms crossed and holding his where they were. None of them were looking a camera, all of them looking at the ebony haired boy who had his head thrown back in a laugh.

While she was looking at the picture, Charlie was watching her. His magic had enveloped the woman, Leah, as soon as he saw her before drawing back. Her hair was an inky black and cut to just below her ears. He had noticed that her eyes reminded him of the hickory nuts that grew on a tree near the Burrow. When he was younger he used to sit under the tree and watch the sun bounce off of the hickory nuts for hours and it seemed he would want to see the same with her eyes.

Deciding to speak up, Charlie said, "Those are my brothers and cousins."

"Those two look like more than family," Leah said motioning to where Neville and Luna stood.

"They're not related," Charlie laughed as Leah's expression turned thoughtful. Before she could reply, Charlie continued, "Harry's adopted, and Neville is his cousin, god-brother to be precise."

"Oh." Leah blinked at that. "Who's who?"

Pointing them out, Charlie named them off. "Neville, Luna, Harry, and George. Luna is George and I's cousin."

Nodding, Leah turned to the burly red-head and asked, "Didn't you say something about tea?"

Grinning, Charlie showed her to the kitchen and pulled a clean shirt from the bottom drawer next to the door. At Leah's questioning look, he shrugged. "Harry hates when George, Neville, or I are in the kitchen shirtless, so he put a few of our shirts in that drawer set. A drawer for each of us. It's only the kitchen as well; everywhere else in the house he's perfectly fine. Honestly, none of us understand it, though George has an idea as to why. After the first time he shoved us out, demanding we put shirts on, he put the drawers set there and none of us want to see him get angry so we don't push it."

"You're afraid of him? He's so tiny though," Leah remarked as she took the offered tea.

"With one hell of a temper. The kitchen is Harry's and we don't test him when it comes to it."

Just then the phone rang and Charlie answered I, preventing Leah from replying. Fiddling with her cup, Leah listened as Charlie spoke. "Hey Harry. What are you up to?"

"I am currently beating Emmett at some video game, which according to everyone else no one has ever done before. I expect to make him cry soon," Harry joked before shouting, "TAKE THAT YOU CHATTERING, SPARKLY IDIOT!"

"I take it you won?" Charlie chuckled.

"Of course I did," Harry said as though Charlie should have known better than to ask. "Anyway, I called to tell you that Esme told me that she's not letting me leave without eating. I called Luna and let her know. I think they plan on going to the diner we saw when we first moved in. So you're fending for yourself by ordering a pizza."

"BUT HARRY!" Charlie whined. "You promised you'd make that new Chicken Noodle Casserole recipe that you found."

"I did promise," Harry conceded before continuing, "but I never said when."

"Stop using your strange Slytherin like ways against me."

"Anyway, I don't want you messing up my kitchen and putting stuff where it doesn't belong, therefore you are ordering pizza."

Sighing dramatically, Charlie responded, "Fine. But I hope you know that this pizza thing is very unhealthy for me to eat."

"Don't pull that on me," Harry reprimanded. "Besides, I should be back in time to make some ice cream if Jasper is willing to swing by the store for me to pick the ingredients up. If not, I know we have the stuff for me to make cookies, or a pie. A pie sounds good."

"Damn it Harry, I'm going to get fat if you keep feeding me all this stuff."

"Not my fault. I'll talk to you later, yeah? Emmett wants to redo the game on the grounds that I cheated. As if," he scoffed playfully.

"Yeah, we'll talk when you get back. Since it's Friday, eleven thirty. And I know blondie heard me, so if you're over ten minutes late nothing but tutoring for two weeks."

"We don't do anything but study!" Harry screeched. Leah covered her smile by taking a sip of tea, noting that the boy must have been embarrassed.

Smirking at Leah, Charlie asked as he pulled the phone away from his ear, "Then why did you run the others out of the house when you got home?"

"YOU KNOW I CAN'T STUDY ANY OTHER WAY!"

"I know Hare-Bear. I'm just messing with you. Also, while on that topic, I met one of them."

"OH! We'll talk when I get home! And I have to swing by the store and get the ingredients for a chocolate dutch cake and SUCK IT EMMETT! Gotta go Charlie, love you!"

The call ended with a click, and Charlie turned to Leah. "Sorry about that. Harry hasn't left the house since we moved in, so when I came home and saw his note I was a bit surprised."

"I imagine," Leah remarked.

Charlie rubbed his hand on the back of his neck and asked, "You don't have to anywhere to be tonight do you? It's just that I've gotten used to having dinner with four other people and it's awkward eating alone now, and I'm ordering extra pizza anyway since I know the others will walk in and eat it; well besides Harry. He has some vendetta against the dish. I'm sure if he made it from scratch he would like it better."

"I would love to stay for pizza. You can tell me more about yourself and your family. And I'll tell you about mine."

Grinning, Charlie picked up the phone and dialed the pizza place. "Any specific type you like? We usually get an extra cheese, a meat-lovers, supreme, and vegetarian. We also get some a few cheesy breads and desserts to go with."

"That's fine," Leah replied, flashing him a grin of her own. While she had been initially shocked that this man was her imprint, she could see why with how similar they acted towards their siblings. Besides, she still hadn't eaten and was being offered food. Hell yes she was going to stay, and not be picky about the pizza ordered. She didn't even care that multiple Cullens had been mentioned in the conversation between Charlie and his brother. It was obvious Charlie cared about Harry, and the fact that Cullens made him happy was enough to put them in his good books. She wasn't going to say anything about them unless something happens and they need to know. As it was she was already trying to figure out how to tell the pack she had imprinted, especially Sam. She knew that he had given her this assignment for the sheer fact that Iit would get her out of his hair for an extra hour or two. Out of his hair during dinner with the pack and imprints. And mainly away from her cousin, Emily. She wasn't stupid despite what Sam may think.

HEY! I hope you guys enjoyed the updates! I'm going to try and update more, but I can't make any promises because I have work, family, and I'm getting ready to go back to campus for my second year. Anyway, let me know what you all thought! And even though I already know who I'm putting Fred and George with, I want to know what you think so tell me that as well!

Later lovelies!

FarieWithAWandAndTardis