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Parseltongue

[Thoughts]

'Writing in the journal'

Harry woke up the day that they were going to the reservation. He really didn't want to go. He grabbed the journal the twins had sent him and began writing in it. He hoped they could help him out.

'Fred? George?' He wrote down.

'This is Fred. What's wrong Harry?' The teen was relieved that one of them answered.

'We are going to the reservation today.' He told him.

'I see. You don't want to go, huh?' He knew the raven haired teen well.

'Yeah.' He confirmed.

'Why?' He asked.

'You know why.' He wrote.

'I do but I want us to go through it so that I can help.' It was the best way to help him.

'Okay. There's going to be so many people there.' He admitted.

'That scares you but won't your family be there?' Fred asked.

'Yeah but they might want to hang out with other people.' He replied.

'How does that make you feel?' He asked.

'Scared.'

'Why?' The redhead asked.

'I don't want them to leave me alone.' He admitted.

'I don't think they will, Harry. They love you and even if they hang out with other people they will make sure to include you or let you be near them.' He assured his friend.

'You sure?' He asked.

'I am.' He confirmed.

'I believe you then.' He felt better.

'Good. Try and have some fun.' He was happy to have helped.

'I will.' he confirmed.

'Great. Talk to you soon.'

'Talk to you soon.'

Harry put the journal back and grabbed some clothes before taking a shower. As he showered he thought about Jasper and Edward. Every time he saw them or thought about them he felt something funny.

He couldn't understand what was going on or why he felt safe when they were near. He was confused.

[Will dad know what is going on?] He wondered.

He turned off the shower and dried off. He put on a lavender t-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans. He put on a pair of white socks and then grabbed a brush and began brushing his hair. Once done he went to the bedroom and grabbed a blue sweater before he went to the dining room for some breakfast.

He was surprised to see his dad already at the table. He went over and kissed his cheek.

"Morning daddy." He greeted him.

"Morning Harry." He smiled at his youngest.

"Can I talk to you about something?" He asked.

"You can talk to me about anything kiddo." He told him.

With that Harry shyly told his father about the two vampires and what he felt when he thought about them. Not once did James interrupt his son.

"Do you know why I feel this way?" He asked.

"I do. They are your mates." He said.

"My what?" He asked in shock.

"Your mates." He repeated.

"How?" The green eyed teen asked.

"Magic."

Harry still looked troubled. James wondered what was wrong before he got up and hugged his son.

"What is wrong Harry?" He asked.

"Who would want to be my mate? I'm a freak." He teared up.

"Harrison Sirius Potter you are not a freak. What Lily said and did to you was wrong." He said sternly.

"But-"

"Dad's right you aren't a freak." Godric said walking into the room.

"See, your brother agrees with me." James said.

"But how can I have two mates and Godric has one?" He asked.

"That happens sometimes." He told his son.

"Doesn't that mean I am outshining you then Godric?" He asked.

"No." Godric said with a sigh before he went over to his brother and joined in the hug. "It just means that you have two people to love you instead of one."

"Huh? That doesn't seem fair." He said in confusion.

"Nope but when is life fair?" He asked.

"I guess." He still looked troubled.

"Don't think about it kiddo. Just enjoy life." James said.

"Okay." They separated from their hug.

"Remus will be here soon so we should finish eating." He told his kids.

"When are you going to get a car dad?" Godric asked.

"I don't know." He shrugged.

Harry giggled at them causing them to smile. They were glad that Harry was happy again.