Emily and Bill were cleaning up the kitchen from dinner each lost in their thoughts and worries about the guys. Bill was even more worried since Harry and himself haven't really talked and he felt lost without Harry's comfortable and warm presence near him. When Sam walked in muttering darkly and sat at the table and let his head fall to the table in a loud THUD. Paul walked in a few seconds later snarling and copying Sam's motion. Emily was confused and wondered where Harry was while Bill watched in shock with soapy hands praying that Harry was okay. It was a full 5 minutes later when Harry came in magic crackling and hissing. Bill was wide eyed as he had forgotten that Harry spoke parseltongue. Emily on the other hand sighed and brought out large servings of brownies and ice cream on separate plates and placed them before the boys. Sam and Paul attacked their dessert with vigor while Harry poked at it till it looked like person with a beard before attacking it and viciously eating it. Bill knew something bad happened. Hopefully it had nothing to do with him, but he doubt it.

"So what happened?" Emily asked serving Bill and herself a small portion of dessert and gestured for Bill to sit down.

All she got has snarl from all three of guys.

"Excuse me? Do I need to remind you that we are family and I will not be snarled at especially by my mate," Emily growled.

Bill was impressed, Emily had told him that she wasn't a werewolf or a shifter but she was mated to Sam. Bill himself was too scared and nervous to even say anything and quietly ate his brownie.

Sam was immediately contrite and said, "Sorry Em, but fuck they made me angry."

"Who sweetie?"

It was silent until Harry snarled out, "Flaming Headless Chickens that shouldn't have even set foot in America."

"Ahh," Emily said and didn't question anymore she knew who Harry was talking about. It was from his past in England. Glancing at Bill, Emily assumed Bill had a guess as to who Harry was referencing to by the paleness of his face and clattering of his spoon dropping to the table.

"I'm sorry Harry," Bill murmured but they heard it anyways. He knew someone was following and now he brought trouble to the place Harry had worked hard at making it a safe haven.

"It's not your fault, it is a safe haven. You will be safe and the American Government is on our side both muggle and magical," Harry replied with a dismissing wave as he leaned back in his chair.

"It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't come here," Bill replied softly looking down ashamed.

Emily, Sam and Paul could feel something was going to happen and they didn't want to be there when it happened and they quickly made themselves scares. Paul to the garage, Emily and Sam to their rooms.

Harry stared at Bill for a few moments and Bill was starting to fidget.

"And deny me the chance at happiness with my mate?" Harry finally asked with calm voice.

"But then you wouldn't have to worry about Dumbledore and his minions finding you and putting your pack in danger or having them rebel against you," Bill answered quietly his mind and heart in anguish. He may have just found his mate but it was one thing that Bill and his wolf agreed on was that Harry was their dominate mate. They didn't even know what Harry was like now but they could feel his strength and power and kindness.

Harry snorted and told him, "Those pathetic worms didn't recognize me and this town is always facing danger. We're werewolves, we'll always be in danger. They won't rebel against me since I have personally saved almost everyone is town/pack. I know every man woman and child. I would never put them danger and that I would risk my life for everyone. They know this."

Bill couldn't help the growl that escape at the last part. His mate shouldn't have to risk his life for anyone except him, but he also knew that as Alpha he need too as well as knowing Harry has a hero complex.

Bill was still looking down when a warm hand cupped his cheek and a thumb brushed across the top of cheek, a soft voice said, "Bill, it's ok. I would rather have you here safe and sound, eating proper meals and relaxing while I face our enemies. I would rather come home to you in good spirits well fed looking worried then constantly wondering if you were alright, still alive, not being torture or killed. I would rather have all my bones broken then to see you with a single scratch. I need you safe, my mate."

Tears were slowly making their down Bill's cheeks as he listened to Harry speak. He couldn't believe what Harry was telling him. It felt wonderful to hear but he couldn't bear if Harry was hurt because him or if anyone was hurt because him. He even said as much.

Another warm hand was on the other side of face and both thumbs were wiping away the tears. The same gentle voice said, "Bill look at me please."

Bill shook his head no.

"Please?"

Bill shook his head no again.

"Look at me," the voice commanded.

With a small whimper Bill looked up into green filled with fear, determination and love.

"Me being hurt is a small price to pay for your safety and the others wish to see me happy since I have sacrificed everything for them to have a home. I need you, but I also need your wolf. My wolf and I are separate but united. We know what each other want and we both want you and yours. We need you two now that we know you two are ours. We can't go on with you. Please accept each other and us," Harry pleaded looking into Bill's own eyes.

Bill couldn't help but feel grief and guilt that he is causing his mate and alpha to look so lost and scared. His wolf was whimpering, belly flat against the ground with his tail between his legs looking at his alpha. Harry must have seen something because he leaned forward and brushed his lips in a chaste kiss against Bill's before standing and leaving the room. Bill felt the loss of his mate and whimpered. Finally gaining the strength to leave the kitchen, he turned off the lights and headed to his room.

Sitting on his bed, Bill sat cross-legged and closed his eyes calming his breathing and searched in his mind and soul looking for his wolf. When he found a plain reddish-brown wolf sitting on his hunches staring at him, Bill said, "You and me need to have a talk."

AN – well what did you think? Who should be the one to keep bugging them? What do you want Bill's wolf to be named?

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