Oh my gosh, what a response! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! That seriously meant a lot to me, and all of you had such nice things to say!

So, I worked extra hard on this chapter, it's 8,935 words! That's almost 9,000! This is the longest update I've ever written for a story, ever. So feel special!

Lots and Lots of talking between Harry and Edward in this chapter, and Albus being a fun old coot!

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Harry was completely relaxed as he made his way down the hall towards the Biology room. He breezed past all the other students, ignoring their curious glances. He felt his fingers twitching to grab onto something, so he settled on fiddling with the hem of his shirt as usual. He didn't know why, but he felt oddly happy, even after the small incident in the cafeteria.

If you could even call it an 'incident'. Harry liked to think of it as more of a disturbance. A disturbance that obviously wasn't bothering his consciousness all too much. Though he did feel a constant, unwavering, push on his mind the entire time he walked to class. He figured it was Edward, trying to wiggle his way in for some answers. I mean, I'm sure any sensible person would do the same thing, considering the mere fact that Harry knew about their true heritage was a threat to their family. That still wasn't excuse enough for the vampire to try and worm his way into the young Gryffindor's mind. No, Harry wasn't going to have any of that. If Edward wanted to bloody talk to him, he could do it out loud and face to face.

When he walked into the Biology room he wished he hadn't thought that particular thought, as he was met with a rather fierce looking face. A face that immediately zoned in on Harry's shocked and helpless figure. The young teen set his jaw determinedly, marching to the teacher's desk. He wasn't going to let some silly vampire scare him. He'd seen worse, much, much worse.

The teacher , looked like a complete and total stoner, Harry noted. The man's eyes were so spaced out as he signed Harry's slip he wondered how he even taught, let alone formed a coherent enough thought in his brain to register that he was supposed to write his name. The Boy-Who-Lived smirked as the man asked him if he was the "Bloody Brit that every single girl in the school was swooning over." He was obviously annoyed that his students hadn't been paying attention to his probably boring, ridiculously disjointed lessons, most likely opting to gossip about the new student instead.

"Yes, I am the 'Bloody Brit that every single girl in the school is swooning over.'" Harry ground out, feeling eyes burning holes in his shoulders.

"Well good, glad to have finally met you. You can sit your pretty face down next to ." The teacher stated, pointing to the very angry looking boy.

"Sheesh, be careful, he might bite you with that look on his face." The older man remarked, before turning to his laptop to check his e-mail.

"I seriously hope he doesn't." Harry muttered, noticing the way Edward flinched at the remark. He plopped down in the seat next to the undead boy and threw his book bag on the floor. Edward didn't even look in his direction when he began speaking.

"I heard what you said-"

"I know you did. If I hadn't known you were listening, I wouldn't have said it." Harry cut in, giving the other a pointed look. Edward still wasn't looking at him.

"Are you going to indulge me with your theory?" He smirked, sarcasm and contempt dripping from his voice.

'Well if he's going to be a dick, two can play at this game.'

Harry leaned over in his seat, stretching his long torso out to full length, his face right next to Edwards's ear. He tilted his head so his neck was closer to his nose.

"You're a vampire, Edward." He whispered, the words feeling hot against the teens ear. Harry lingered there for a moment before sitting back down in his seat fully.

As the teacher began the lesson, Harry lowered his mental barriers slowly, while simultaneously taking notes and trying to retain bits and pieces of the lesson.

"How did you know?" Edward whispered, his voice reaching such a low octave that Harry almost missed it. He immediately wordlessly cast an augmented hearing charm.

He showed Edward the memory of the plane ride with Albus, and another when they had still been in Britain.

"Carlisle spoke about him," Edward drawled, shifting his leg slightly. "Said he was an old friend of his."

'I know, Albus told me all about Carlisle.' Harry retorted, not bothering to ask if the adoptive father had mentioned that Harry was a wizard.

"Alice had a vision about you and. . .Albus, coming here." Harry noted that not only did Edward have difficulty swallowing Dumbledore's first name, but that he felt comfortable enough to reveal personal information about his family.

'Are you sure you want to be telling me that?' He questioned.

"You're not a threat." Edward muttered, his eyes wandering over to look at Harry.

'And how do you know that? Did Alice have a vision about it?' He was feeling his curiosity grow as the conversation progressed. This coven was truly unique, having a mind reader and a Seer in their store. Harry thought that Alice probably had a lot of untapped potential with her power, and wondered if he'd be able to refer her to some Seers back home that could help her grow, depending on how powerful the trait was.

Same for Edward. If Harry could teach him Occlumency and Legilimency, not that Harry was all too great at it himself; it might heighten Edwards's ability. Hundreds of scenarios were racing through his mind at once, all of them with various outcomes. He was calculating the probability of genetic rejection when Edward cut through his musings.

"Harry, you're thinking a thousand different things at once, it's hard to keep up." Edward commented, his voice sounding like music floating across the soft air of the classroom.

He apologized before continuing with his inquisition. 'So you're a mind reader and Alice is a Seer, any other gifts I should be aware of?' He only wanted to be prepared for when he met the family, which he knew was going to happen if Albus had a say in it.

"Jasper is an empath." The bronze haired vampire stated his eyes trained to the blackboard.

'Ahhh, lovely.' Harry commented, sounding the least bit enthused.

Edward shot him a questioning look before turning back to the front of the room.

'I just don't want anybody knowing when I'm feeling randy, it's rather embarrassing.' He elaborated.

The sound of soft chuckles flittered through Harry's magically enhanced hearing, and he felt a smile creeping across his face. Harry was so caught up in the emotion of happiness and mirth he was feeling that he didn't notice that the lesson had ended and Edward had fully turned towards him. Harry turned to face him and felt his breath catch in his throat.

The boy was even more beautiful up close, and Harry had to quickly close off his mind before he thought something really embarrassing.

"How do you do that?" Edward hissed, becoming annoying at the sudden lack of mental connection.

"It's called Occlumency," Harry explained, finally regaining his composure. "Does it bother you?" He wondered.

"Yes," Edward ground out, his jaw tense with discomfort. Harry wondered if it was the smell of the blood. "Your thoughts comfort me." He confessed, not looking the least bit ashamed or embarrassed at revealing something personal. How could the vampire trust him so unconditionally, for only having known him for forty-five minutes?

"Hmm, well I suppose I can keep my barriers down while I'm around you for the most part." He muttered, his face flushing slightly. He felt a sudden question rise in his throat.

"Doesn't the smell of my blood bother you?" He asked, cocking his head to the side delicately. He noticed the change of emotions on Edwards face. Contemplation, curiosity, anger, sadness, happiness, affection, they were all dancing across the young vampires features like an alluring tango. He'd never seen someone so expressive in all of his life. It was fascinating.

"No, it doesn't bother me." He answered, his eyes locking with Harrys. "Like your thoughts, it comforts me." He continued, his eyes now wandering around, memorizing Harry's face and body, engraining the image of the younger boy into his memory. Harry shifted in the seat, gripping his knee in the process. He glanced at the clock, noting that there was only ten minutes of class left. He felt remorse at the thought that he'd be leaving the company of the Cullen boy so soon. He had so many questions he wanted to ask; so much he wanted to know. He'd never felt such a craving for information or knowledge in his life.

"So, what brings you and Albus to Forks?" Harry felt shivers creep up and down his spine like a lurking predator at the sound of his voice. It was like honey, dripping painstakingly slow off of a spoon, before pooling on the lips of god. He'd never heard a more musical, pleasing, beautiful noise in all his life.

"Official business." Harry stated, being vague.

"What does this business entail?" The other pushed, obviously longing for answers as much as Harry. The Gryffindor didn't indulge in handing out replies like lollipops though. He wasn't the type that enjoyed sharing vital information with strangers, no matter how comfortable he felt around Edward.

"Dangerous encounters with deranged magical creatures that are set on a complete and total rage to kill you, dealing with an insane lunatic with a beard down to his arse and not being able to complain about it. Stuff like that." Harry rambled, trying to sound like an idiot, but being cryptic in the process.

"You're a bastard." Edward scoffed, successfully catching Harry completely off guard. The Boy-Who-Lived sputtered, looking astonished at the teen sitting across from him. One minute he was revealing his personal feelings and talking openly about being a bloody vampire, and now he was calling him a bastard?

"Excuse me?" Harry breathed, his temper simpering in a sizzling rage. His veins felt like they were boiling over with the molten lava of the sun. What gave this impudent vampire the nerve to say such a thing to him? It was ridiculous.

"You're the most infuriating bastard I've ever met," he stated, his face blank. "First, you smother me in these vivid memories of your life before coming here, making me utterly addicted to the complete and wholly emotion of happiness, and then you shut up your mind abruptly making it impossible to get through for even the slightest second." He ranted, his eyes flashing emotions like a stripper on a Friday night. "Then you have a conversation with that positively annoying Jessica creature, as if you're just pushing me, tempting me to give some sort of indication, reaction." He was leaning forward, his hands pressed on the seat of his char, right between his legs. His face was inches from Harry's, his chilly breath brushing against the others flushed cheeks in sweet wisps of fluff, like fresh cotton candy.

"And then you open your mind back up for the briefest moment, but the overwhelming potency of all the emotions and thoughts and ideas flowing through your mind is enough to shock me into the next century." He rasped, topaz eyes growing slightly darker from the proximity of their faces. Harry could feel the tenseness radiating off of the person so far into his personal space, could literally smell the primal instinct that was threatening to take over. "And to top it all of, you cheekily tell me that you know what I am." He hissed, momentarily flashing his unnaturally large and pointed canines. Harry shuttered involuntarily at the sight of the gleaming incisor. Fear was slowly welling up in his gut as images of Edward sinking his fangs into the supple, pulsing flesh of his jugular plagued his mind.

The other withdrew slightly, obviously having seen the thoughts through their connection. "I'm sorry," he muttered, a hand running through his hair nervously. The Gryffindor gulped as he felt the intense emotions that had been rolling off the vampire ebb away slowly. "I- I didn't mean to frighten you." He muttered, his eyes loosing the bright ferocity that they had held a moment ago.

"It's alright." Harry's voice cracked, and he smacked himself for not controlling the tone more efficiently. He didn't want to seem like such a weak, defenseless, pansy.

"No it isn't." Edward snapped back, his mood pensive and clearly distraught. "I shouldn't have let my emotions best me like that." He reprimanded himself more than reassure Harry.

The Cullen boy cast Harry a hopeful glance and the Gryffindor had to laugh at the sight and thought of it all. Did he really think that he was going to hate him over something as little as a small fright? For the love of Merlin, he'd battled deatheaters! (Not that Edward would know that, but still.) He'd seen death and looked it square in the eye before telling it to shove off. He wasn't going to piss his pants over the fact that a bloody vampire had gotten emotional around him. Edward looked utterly stricken at the sight of Harry laughing in his face.

"Edward, don't beat yourself up about losing your temper." The younger smiled, ruffling the bronze hair atop the others head before catching himself. Edward looked mortified. "Oops, sorry, guess you're not used to being touched by humans." Harry scratched the back of his neck abashedly.

"Not particularly." Edward muttered. Just as he did so the bell rang. They locked eyes for a moment, and somewhere in that gaze it was decided that this wouldn't be the last time they spoke to each other that day.

Harry had gathered his book bag and had successfully shoved his notebook into it and slung it over his shoulder when a hand grabbed his wrist. He looked up at the stunning vampire through his eyelashes.

"Just because I'm not used to it, doesn't mean I don't like it." He whispered before disappearing out of sight. Harry huffed indignantly at the fact that Edward had left so suddenly, not allowing the smaller boy to get the last word in.

"Stupid vampire, dazzling people like that, should be damn illegal." He muttered darkly, stalking out of the classroom.

"It isn't fair that he has to go to school for so long," Albus whined, sounding very much unlike his usual self. "Seven hours is much too long for a young boy to be sitting in a desk learning about nonsense!" He added to the argument, as if the statement was going to suddenly change the situation to his liking.

"Perhaps I can go pick him up early!" The man exclaimed, leaping out of the plush crimson seat he was currently residing in inside the upstairs study.

"No, Albus, you can't pick him up early. Not without a valid reason." Sirius mumbled, flipping through the paperwork that was scattered about the entire surface of his desk. "Besides, you can't pick him up since he's using the only vehicle we have at the moment." The black haired man finished, before signing a paper in one fluid motion and setting it on a growing stack.

"Well, then I can just simply apparate to a nearby area-" the man began, but Sirius cut him short.

"Out of the question!" He yelled, his tone escalating for just a second. "Albus, you're acting very strange. You're usually so rash and well collected. But right now, you're acting, to put it bluntly, like an old coot." Sirius chided, his gruff face taking on a look of annoyance as the elderly man didn't seem phased by the back handed comment.

"I'm just feeling out of sorts since Harry is farther away from me than he usually is and without a watchful eye to tell me what is happening, also." The man explained, feeling a small pang in his chest as the notion crossed his mind again that something terrible could be occurring right now and he could do nothing about it.

Sirius sighed, leaning back in the chair, causing his back to pop and crack like Rice Krispies. "Don't worry so much, I'm sure the pup will be fine." The Black reassured, trying his best to placate the rare nerves that were surfacing in Dumbledore at the moment. It was a rare occasion that the weathered wizard showed any sort of discomfort or dislike towards a situation. Usually, he just kept to himself, and only expressed his feelings to Harry.

"I wonder how Remus is doing up in La Push." Sirius mused, his eyes flitting towards the cherry wood door, as if the words were going to prompt the amber eyed man to come barreling through the door and into his arms at that precise moment. He missed his mate, missed his heat, missed the burning he felt in the pits of his stomach at the sight of the werewolf. Everything about the other man made him wriggle in comfortable delight. He glanced over to see Albus smiling at him, the twinkle back in his eyes. Crows feet were evident at the edges of his crystalline blue eyes.

"I'm sure Remus is doing just fine, he is a strong young man." Dumbledore offered, knowing full well that Sirius's doubts and intricate fears wouldn't be disintegrated until his mate was home, safe and sound. He heard a rough grunt come from the area of the room that the other was occupying at the moment and he smirked to himself.

"What if they've ripped him apart and strewn his limbs across some abandon beach cliff or something?" Sirius worried, his eyes never leaving the parchment in front of him. Albus felt something turn in his stomach for the man before him. He wished that he could wipe away all the worry in those grey eyes. He shook his head, reaching for a book on one of the vast cherry wood bookcases that adorned the walls of the study.

"Sirius, I never knew you to be a morbid man," Albus chuckled, opening the worn and creased pages of the rather colossal volume of 'Magical Creatures of the Dark' to the chapter on Werewolves. "Obviously my previous deductions about your character were wrong." He continued, flitting through various sub-categories of the book. He finally came across what he was looking for, a rather complete section on the interaction of shape-shifters with other species. He immersed himself in the text for fifteen minutes before closing the book abruptly, a smile on his face.

"I'm not generally a violent person, but when someone I love could very well be in mortal danger it sort of sets me on edge." The dark haired man remarked, becoming aggravated with the vast amounts of paperwork in front of him, he pushed it all off to the side and steepled his fingers on the top of the desk, deciding he'd finish it later.

"Ah, yes, I suppose that could attribute to your current behavior." Albus decided, placing the book back on the shelf in exchange for a smaller one. He opened the more petite tome up; scanning through the pages before coming across the information he had been looking for. The cover of this book didn't have any sort of title; instead it had a golden emblem engraved on the front in the dark leather surface. It was an intricate letter 'D' that had a snake slithering in an out of the letter, it's fangs dripping with some sort of liquid, perhaps venom or blood. What he read in this particular item made him smile even more than the previous one had. He closed the book before tying the string that held it together and placing it back on the shelf.

"My behavior is no more different than yours is." Sirius snapped, not enjoying the way Dumbledore so readily assumed that something so small could offset his entire character – even if he had been the one to say that it was.

"But my behavior is for entirely different purposes." Albus stated, his eyes looking at Sirius gravely. The Azkaban escapee swallowed hard at the look he was being given.

"Care to enlighten me?" He bit out, his demeanor shifting completely due to the tone of voice that Dumbledore had used.

"I received a rather interesting letter from the Ministry today." Albus continued, as if Sirius hadn't even spoken. "It was from Lucius Malfoy."

Sirius's anger flared at the mention of the name, and he didn't bother biting his tongue when he growled out, "What does that dirty git want now?" His eyes gleamed in the soft light that filtered through the windows, giving the godfather of Harry an unnaturally animalistic aura to him. Albus didn't seem taken aback by the sudden outburst and spoke again, this time a little more quietly.

"He's requested a meeting with Harry." Dumbledore held up a hand, telling Sirius to swallow whatever he had to say and let him finish. "I understand the objections you might have to this interaction, but Lucius digressed that it was of a very urgent nature." Albus explained, watching the younger man become plagued with emotions of turmoil and decision.

"I can't just let my godson speak to a former Deatheater so freely." Sirius looked hopefully at the other, emotions brimming in his eyes. "He can't handle something like that!" He argued.

"I know this, which is why I've made an arrangement that should quell your apprehension." Albus's eyes twinkled like they usually did when he was going to reveal something. "Harry will be accompanied by one of the Quileute's, if everything with Remus goes smoothly today." Sirius flinched at the mention of his mate, the fear and nervousness from before rumbling inside him. "Which I'm sure it will." Albus added.

"I still don't like the idea of Harry having any sort of contact with him." Sirius hissed, contempt for the Malfoys crawling in his words. He kept thinking of Narcissa and Bellatrix, and how Cissa had been so sweet until Bellatrix had corrupted her. He clenched his fists, the nails of his fingers leaving imprints in his palms.

"Sirius, your hatred for the members of the Malfoy family is deep seeded, and I don't except that to ever change. But, I implore you to put aside your feelings and allow Harry this interaction." Albus pleaded his soft grandfatherly tone and calm wrinkled face placating Sirius's arguments and anger partially.

"What if it's just a set up to get to Harry?" Sirius fought back with. "He's a man with a family full of deatheaters who would be more than happy to have Harry's head on a silver platter!" He condemned, obviously not willing to give in so easily.

"Sirius, I believe I said earlier that Harry will not be alone in this excursion." Albus came back with. "And from my extensive research I am confident in saying that I put my complete faith in the person that I have requested for this mission."

"Missions!" Sirius spat. "Missions are for wars, Albus! We ended the fight, why should we keep associating with the enemy?" Sirius raged, his fingers curling around the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

"Because it could be beneficial to both parties involved." Albus rumbled his voice authorative but still remaining calm and holding its soft edge to it. "Lucius could have information about the renegades that we haven't captured yet, or news about uprisings that could happen." Albus had to hold back from saying 'it's for the greater good.' He chided himself for allowing that phrase to crawl up from the dark depths of his memory.

He heard a resigned sigh come tumbling over the man's lips. Dumbledore was happy Sirius had been persuaded, but upset that he was still angry and apprehensive about the entire situation.

"Fine," he mumbled, his resolve crumbling. "But if there is so much as one mark on my pup when he comes back, I'll have the stupid Quileute boy's head along with that disgusting snobbish blonde Malfoy's too!" Sirius yelled, knowing that the threat would never be able to come true.

Albus hummed in response, before standing and tittering out of the study and downstairs to the kitchen, the happiness of winning the argument warming the air around him. He ruffled through the refrigerator, trying to decide what to make Harry for dinner when he arrived home.

Harry really didn't know why exactly Edward had rushed out of the room, because when Harry had left he found the teenager leaning against the wall outside the door waiting for him.

"What class do you have next?" He drawled, walking next to Harry and matching the smaller boy's pace.

"Gym." Was the short reply. He noticed the vampire brighten at the words.

"I have Gym too, I'll walk you there." Edward stated, guiding Harry in the correct direction to the gym. Harry scowled, he hated being babied.

"So, exactly how old are you Edward?" Harry asked his voice playful. He glanced at the taller teen and saw his jaw stiffen slightly.

"Seventeen." Edward replied, his stone features cold and blank.

"Hmmm, really?" Harry's voice was purposely skeptical. He knew Edward was older than that. "And how long have you been seventeen for?" He posed.

"Too long." Was the reply. Harry huffed at not getting a solid answer, he wanted to poke fun and call Edward old and wrinkly. Edward chuckled at the boys thoughts.

"I may be old, but I'm not wrinkly." Edward commented.

"You don't smell like mothballs either." Edward bit back his laughter as they approached the gym doors. They walked inside the locker room, going over to a secluded corner that wasn't occupied. Edward tossed his bag in a locker and began to change. Harry leaned against the wall, since it was his first day he didn't have any clothes.

Edward peeled his shirt off over his head and Harry looked away from the chalky white skin of the vampires exposed torso. He had used all his willpower to not look over as the teen proceeded to slide his jeans off.

"So I assume all the myths about you lot shriveling up into prunes when you go into the sun is false?" Harry continued his questioning, but in a hushed whisper. They didn't want any unwelcome ears overhearing the conversation.

"Mhhhm." The other replied, pulling on his gym clothes in one fluid motion. Harry smirked at the speed he had done the action with.

"So, how do you kill a vampire then if the sun doesn't affect him? Stake him through the heart?" When Edward showed no reaction to the theory except smirking Harry continued. "Chop him up into little pieces? Throw him into a fire?" The undead teen froze from his spot and looked at Harry with his eyes wide. Harry chuckled at the reaction.

"I'm not going to kill you, Edward. So stop worrying." Harry guartenteed. He didn't think he'd have the heart to kill such a beautiful creature. It had to be a sin. The two boys made their way out of the locker room and into the significantly sized gym. Harry noticed that Edward was still slightly stiff from his comment on how to kill a vampire as he made his way over to sit on the bleachers. The gym teacher said he could sit out today and see how everything worked, but that he had to bring clothes, change, and participate tomorrow.

He sat two rows back, watching as teams were picked for dodge ball. He wondered if Edward actually worked to his full ability in gym, considering his heightened reflexes and strength. He doubted it; it might cause too much suspicion. He felt Edward's conscious brush against his as the teams were finally picked, and his eyes moved towards the boy that was reading his mind. He saw a petite girl with spiky hair standing next to the taller boy.

'Alice,' he thought, forgetting that Edward could hear what he was saying. 'She reminds me of Tonks for some reason.' An image of the woman flashed in his mind, her pink hair changing color rapidly. He gripped his knee as he felt a pang. He'd never be able to see those wild hair colors ever again, or have her bounce around happily when they saw each other at Order meetings. He'd miss watching her walk clumsily down the hall, knocking over things in her wake, her happiness and naturally joyful disposition muting her embarrassment for having such minimal grace.

He'd never let the regret and remorse he felt for those that died leave him. He needed it, he clung to it, and it was reminder that everything that had happened was real, that the war was truly over and done with. But it wasn't, not while renegades and deatheaters still crawled like worms around the world. He'd never be able to sleep at night knowing that Bellatrix Lestrange and Fenrir Greyback were still alive and breathing. It made every part of him crawl with an unnamed fear, red eyes flashing through his mind at the mere mention of the names. Those eyes. . They haunted him more than the mindless drones that had followed him did.

His eyes glazed over as he remembered all the pain the man had caused him. He had come to terms with his parents' death; he'd done that third year when he'd met Sirius. But just because he accepted it, doesn't mean he forgave the person who had caused it to happen. He'd always feel the scorching anger that was left behind from that deep wound.

But that didn't matter anymore, did it? No, because now he had Sirius, Albus, Remus and the Weasleys. He had a family, that though was not related to him in blood, would give their lives for him in the bat of an eye. He had a man who was more of a father than he could ever ask for, Sirius being the solid foundation of his life. And though Remus would never admit it, he was so much like a mother to him, comforting him and listening to him. The Weasley family was like the stronghold, the fortress. He'd never met a group of people who could be so dedicated to one cause in his entire life, Ron and Hermione especially. His best friends, his two companions, the duo who completed the 'Golden Trio'. They would never, ever, leave his heart.

And Albus, Albus Dumbledore. He was someone who didn't even have a defined or specific relationship to Harry. He wasn't a father figure, or a grandfather, he wasn't a best friend. He had all of those type people in his life. Albus was simply all of them meshed into one person, an all encompassing being that did whatever it took to ensure Harry's happiness and safety. He was constantly there, never wanting to be parted from the boy for long amounts of time, and he imagined that it was killing the elder man to be away from Harry for even the school day. They constantly sought out each other's companionship, the mere presence of the other being enough to get them through.

Harry had this family, this disjointed, bickering, quarrelling, far from perfect family that would do anything and everything for him. He didn't need anymore than that to fill the void his dead parents left.

And now, there was someone else too. Someone not quite familial, but someone he knew he'd trust greatly in the future. Edward Cullen. The name was so sleek and calming when he said it in his mind, and he felt Edward's conscious purr in response. He'd forgotten that the other boy had been listening to him.

He redirected his attention to the dodge ball game being played in front of him. Edward was still playing, as was Alice, but she wasn't putting forth as much effort as her brother. There weren't that many people out yet, and Harry figured that the game hadn't been going for that long. He watched as Edward hurtled the ball he'd been holding in his sister's direction, the foamy sphere slamming into her left shoulder. It barely even moved her, her smirk directed at the satisfied looking boy across the court. She rubbed her shoulder for affect as she made her way towards the bleachers where the other kids who'd been tagged out where sitting. She skipped over the general congregation and made her way to where Harry was sitting in the corner. She was practically bouncing as she made her way over.

Harry sighed. He didn't know if he was prepared to deal with more than one vampire, let alone a Seer who was obviously much too happy for her own good.

Alice sat down next to the Gryffindor gracefully; commanding such attention that one of the boys that was still playing in the game became distracted by her and was hit out. Harry chuckled before turning to address her.

"I assume Edward's filled you in already?" He asked, not bothering to introduce himself since he knew that Alice had been the one that had the vision about him. She smiled warmly at him, tilting her head to the side.

"Yes he did!" She chirped, and Harry immediately thought that she was oddly similar to a hummingbird. Flittering around energetically, tweeting and singing for the world to hear.

"Wonderful." Harry replied, his eyes looking over to see Edward get another person out in the game. He drummed his fingers against the hard blue plastic of the bleachers.

"Edward told me you're a Seer." Harry commented, not knowing how far he could go without causing Alice to become angry with Edward at revealing personal information. Though, Harry was beginning to think that Alice was going to be generally accepting of almost anything the young wizard threw at her at this point.

"Yup! Though they're fuzzy most of the time, and they're constantly changing depending on the person's actions." She elaborated. She trusted him fully too. He looked at her before asking,

"You and Edward both trust me uncannily. It's making me wonder. ." He trailed off, looking into her bright eyes. He was mesmerized by her beauty, just as he was with Edwards. Though it was different with Alice, she was gorgeous in a sort of small endearing way, as if the fact that she was so small and looked as though she needed to be protected made everyone unnaturally drawn to her.

"I've had multiple visions about the outcome of your and Edward's relationship, and all of them show how trustworthy you are." She stated matter-of-factly. Harry sighed, obviously not convinced they should trust him.

"But that doesn't mean you should be telling me such sensitive information. Like you said, people are always changing their minds and walking down different paths."

"We've taken that into consideration." She replied, her voice sounding more and more melodic. Harry felt his head become hazy from the beautiful sound. He wondered if Edward's entire family would have this effect on him.

"Who's 'we'?" He asked, not realizing how stupid the question was. He blamed it on the fact that his judgment was currently impaired from being so out of sorts.

"My family and I. We discussed the matter with Carlisle and Esme, and they both agreed that you were trustworthy enough."

Harry imagined the family of vampires sitting around a long, dark, wooden table in the shadowy depths of their lair. All of them sitting regally in their chairs, sipping on goblets full of fresh blood, as they reviewed the matter of how welcoming Harry would be to the prospect of blabbing the Cullen and Haile's secrets. He chuckled at the childish ridiculousness of the thought.

"Hmm, I see." Harry articulated, feeling as if his sentence was a highly inadequate answer, but since he couldn't come up with anything else to say he figured it would have to do for now.

"So, when are you and your family going to come and visit?" She pressed, her foot tapping incessantly from all the excess amounts of energy she had.

"Knowing Albus, most likely soon." Harry replied, his eyes zoning in and out, glazing over every now and then. He appeared distant and caught up in his thoughts. Alice leaned over and tapped his shoulder.

"Hello, Earth to Harry." She said anxiously, the obvious shift in the young wizard's mood setting her demeanor off slightly. The boy snapped his head in Alice's direction quickly, looking startled. "You were zoning out." She reprimanded, disapproving of the behavior.

"Sorry." He mumbled quickly, before their conversation was interrupted by Edward making his way towards them, looking as if he hadn't just played a very intense game of dodge ball for nearly thirty minutes. His lips turned up into a perfectly crooked smile and he sat down with the pair.

"Glad you could join us." Alice teased, poking Edward harshly in the ribs. Harry imagined that the same simple gestured could probably crack half of his rib cage. He shivered.

"I only got out because things were getting boring." Edward shot back, his eyes never leaving Harry. "Besides, things sounded more interesting over here."

"Well too bad for you the period is almost o-ver!" Alice harassed, singing the last word for emphasis. Harry giggled when Edward looked over at her menacingly. Alice didn't react to the glare in the slightest. "You two should probably make your way to the locker room." She prompted, already prancing down the bleachers. Harry rolled his eyes at the quick pace Alice was moving with before standing and walking down the middle path towards the locker room, Edward following close behind.

They went back over to the same corner they had occupied before, Harry looking away as Edward changed again. His cheeks flushed when he glanced over and saw the boy shirtless again.

Harry wasn't expecting the words that came out of the vampire's mouth just then, "I was listening to your thoughts before Alice came over." He stated, having fully dressed himself. He grabbed his book bag before moving over to stand in front of Harry's leaning form. "You were thinking of all these people, I only recognized one of them and that was Albus. Who were they?" He pursued, looking Harry in the eye. The boy leaning against the wall had to tear his gaze away before he blushed again. He hated his face for reacting so irrationally.

"People I know." He replied, pushing off the wall in the process. He walked across the locker room and out the door into the cool air of the gym. Edward was still trailing behind him like a lost puppy.

"You don't trust me." Edward said lowly, his voice a slight rumble in his creamy white throat. 'Well at least he's blunt.' Harry thought, not caring that the other could hear what he was thinking loud and clear.

"I don't know you well enough to trust you." Harry clarified, spotting Alice standing near the exit of the gym. He smiled as she waved him over.

"What do you need to know in order to trust me?" Edward offered, the hurt plaguing his voice. Harry felt his chest tighten at the sound. He didn't want to upset Edward, but he couldn't trust him after only knowing him for such a short amount of time.

He ignored Edward's question as he approached Alice. She looked confused, obviously having heard Edward and his conversation. He waved it off, obviously not willing or wanting to discuss it at the moment.

The bell rang before the pixie like girl could get a sentence out. Harry smiled before pushing the double doors open and making his way out into the pale yellow hallways. He didn't need to turn around to tell that Edward was still behind him, and he wasn't surprised when the reddish haired boy came up beside him, an obviously pissed look on his face.

"You didn't answer my question." Edward stated his tone low and dark. His face was blank. Edward knew Harry wasn't going to answer him, so he continued on. "You can ask me whatever you want, if that's what it takes."

"You can't gain someone's trust by playing bloody 20 questions!" Harry snapped, loosing his temper even more when the vampire began to laugh. "What the hell is so funny?" He barked.

"You!" Edward hollered, not caring enough to notice the stares the pair were receiving. "You're getting angry over something so silly!"

"So you think trust is silly now?" Harry bellowed, but that only seemed to make Edward even more elated, his laughs getting louder and more daring in volume.

"No, I never said that." He said after finally having calmed himself down. "I just don't want you getting all worked up over this. I just want you to trust me." Edward conceded a small look of hurt still in his eyes. Harry sighed.

"And I will, when I'm ready to." He replied, opening the door to the office, not at all surprised that Edward followed him in.

Harry handed the secretary from earlier his slip after answering her questions about how his first day was. "I hope nobody gave you any trouble?" She asked, making it a point to glance back at Edward. He flashed a bright smile, and this seemed to crush any theories she had previously entertained.

"No, nobody gave me any trouble." Harry responded before politely taking his leave. He pushed the door open and into the cool air of the afternoon. The sky was heavy with clouds, and once again the climate made Harry feel smothered and suffocated. He wished it would rain already so the damn clouds would go away. He was halfway to his car when he felt Edward's hand on his shoulder. The vampire whirled the younger boy around, their gazes locking.

"I'll see you later?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"Oh, and I thought you were going to follow me into my car and go home with me." Harry replied sarcastically, poking fun at the fact that Edward had followed him around so docilely, like a lost puppy almost.

"No, not tonight." Edward replied, grinning. He turned around and made his way over to a silver Volvo that was already surrounded by his siblings. Alice waved and smiled brightly. Harry smiled back half-heartedly, noticing the glare he was receiving from the blonde haired sister, Rosalie. He climbed into his car, deciding to ignore the look for now. He rested his head against the steering wheel, feeling tired and defeated.

"What the hell have I gotten myself into?" He asked himself. At that moment he could have swore he heard someone laugh loudly, the sound slightly musical. He growled as he turned the key in the ignition and tore out of the parking lot, set on getting home and away from any sort of blood-drinking creature.

Albus was in the middle of frying some breaded chicken breast in a pan when he heard a car door slam outside. He nearly threw the cooking instrument in his excitement. He quickly put a lid on what he was cooking and rushed over to the door just as it was opening.

Harry wasn't expecting to hug he was given upon stepping past the threshold. He smelled chicken and the familiar scent of rain and poppies. He smiled as Albus pulled back and began the barrage of questions.

"How was your first day? Did you get lost? What are your teachers like? Did anyone give you any trouble? Did you blend in, was anyone suspicious? Oh my goodness, did you make any friends?!" Al was all but screaming by the time he finished his rant. Sirius had already made his way downstairs to make sure everything was all right.

"Pup, you're home!" He shouted, striding over and enveloping Harry in a bear hug.

"Of course he's home! Why wouldn't he be? All safe and sound in one piece." Albus looked extremely pleased with the fact that his statement was true. Sirius rolled his eyes at the comment. Harry figured the old man had been giving Sirius hell all day about the absence of the teenager.

"Where's Rem?" Harry asked, looking around the foyer to see that the tawny haired werewolf wasn't there. "He's still at La Push?"

"Regrettably." Sirius scoffed, unhappy that his mate was taking an extremely long amount of time at the reservation.

"Oh, I bet he's just having fun talking with the people. He hasn't really been around people that are like him that are actually civilized, you know?" Harry hoped that would make Sirius feel a little bit better. He got a grunt in response.

"Is that chicken I smell?" Harry quickly asked, wanting to change the subject. Albus perked up at the mention of the food, having forgotten that he'd been cooking moments ago.

"Oh yes, that's right!" he said before rushing into the kitchen to tend to the cooking food. Harry followed him inside, Sirius trailing behind. He immediately thought of Edward and his constant presence behind him in the hallway that day. He pinched the bridge of his nose in aggravation as he sat down on one of the oak stools at the island.

"What's the matter, pup?" Sirius was in the fridge getting some soda out.

"I met two of the vampires Albus told us about, today." Dumbledore whirled around at the sentence, an ecstatic expression on his face.

"Really? Which ones?" Albus was practically jumping up and down from his spot in front of the stove, waving the black spatula he was holding around fervently.

"Edward and Alice." Harry mumbled. The squeal that came from Albus caused Harry and Sirius to look at each other abruptly before succumbing to loud fits of laughter. Harry had to steady himself on the counter because the giggles that were wracking his small frame almost caused him to fall off his stool.

"This is exceptionally good news!" Albus continued to tend to his chicken, still slightly jumpy from the flow of anxious and excited emotions that were coursing through his veins. "Which did you speak to first?" He inquired, sliding the cooked chicken onto a platter, then proceeding to stir the vegetables he had cooking on a smaller pot on a back burner. He turned the heat down on the large pot of pasta that was bubbling and frothing in the front of the stove.

"Edward. I spoke to him in Biology." Harry watched foam bubble over the lid of the pot of Farfalle. He decided to omit the disturbance in the cafeteria, not particularly interested in hearing Albus reprimand him for being inconsiderate of other people's feelings.

"I'm assuming you and he discussed the specifics of his family and their splendid talents!" Albus exclaimed, he looked overjoyed from the news of this all.

"Yes, I believe we discussed it briefly." He managed to get out. Sirius wasn't looking as happy over the encounter though.

"Isn't it bit dangerous?" He asked. "I mean, they're vampires-"

"Who feed on animals, not humans." Harry elucidated. He didn't know why he felt the sudden need to defend the Cullens. Perhaps he just didn't want Sirius thinking that they were a threat to his safety, because they weren't. He knew that much was true. Though when Harry looked over at the gruff man he saw there was unease and hesitancy to believe Harry written all over his features.

"They will not hurt Harry, so do not fret." Albus added. "You worry far too much for your own good, Sirius. It's rather unhealthy."

Albus placed a plate in front of Harry, before dishing one up for Sirius and himself. Dinner was filled with conversation about the events that had taken place during Harry's day at school, but the young boy made sure to exclude certain details. He told them about Jessica and her annoying presence, and about how Edward and Alice had been so ready to trust him just because of a few visions the girl had seen. He even found himself explaining the small argument Edward and him had had in the hallway when they were leaving school, which Albus scolded him for, saying it was rude of him to become so defensive and angry over something so simple.

"So, pup, I think it's about time you got to see your new set of wheels." Sirius said, looking positively mischievous.

"Why do I have the feeling I'm going to regret the decision to let you pick out a vehicle for me?" Harry mumbled as he was led out back by his godfather, Albus shuffling along behind them, a smirk plastered across his slightly drooping features.

There was a car parked in front of the backyard tool shed they had, a black sheet covering it. Harry held his breath as Sirius made his way over and grasped the corner of the cloth. If the man even bought him something so completely gaudy and ridiculously expensive that he would be getting stared at for the rest of his life he'd murder the man. He tore the sheet off quickly, the fabric gliding through the air like smoke to reveal a gleaming, red, Pontiac Solstice.

Before he knew what he was doing, he'd tackled Sirius to the ground and was shaking him avidly, a passionate fit of emotion overtaking him.

"Sirius you conniving, arrogant, pompous, bastard! Every single kid is going to stare at me like I'm from another goddamn planet!" Harry howled, his voice reaching an unusually high octave. "You're just like a bloody Malfoy!" He snarled, the insult making Sirius cringe.

"Now Harry, I don't think that last comment was completely necessary."

Three heads snapped around to see ocher eyes staring back at them, jollity glazing them over. The former argument was completely forgotten as the two men leaped on Remus in a flurry of movements. Sirius was placing slobbery kisses all over his face while Harry was latching himself onto the mans chest in a death grip.

"Remmy, I missed you!" Sirius barked his voice full of glee. Sirius's face was ridden with happiness and delight as Remus wrapped his arms around the black haired man.

"I missed you too Siri." The man replied, his eyes looking towards Harry. "Harry! How was your day?" Remus asked.

Harry buried his face into the mans shoulder, "If someone asks me that one more time, I swear!" He bawled, his voice muffled by Remus's body. All three men laughed at Harry's expense, once they'd calmed themselves down Harry recounted the events of the day for him, Remus taking particular interest in Edward, wanting to know if he was cute and charming. Harry blushed at the questions, and Sirius looked jealous and began huffing indignantly.

"Remus, how did you fair at La Push?" Albus asked, tying a blade of grass into several intricate knots. 'The man is so easily entertained.' Harry thought. He wondered if Edward could hear his thoughts from his home, it had to be at least a few miles away. He doubted the boy could though, assuming that the ability wasn't very developed.

"Oh, right!" Remus recalled, obviously having forgot his original purpose for visiting the reservation. "Very well, they were very welcoming to me. They said I could use a secluded forest to run in during my full moons, though the area has to be secured before hand, for obvious reasons." Sirius leaned himself against his mate comfortingly, it was still difficult for Remus to talk about his lycanthropy without feeling depressed. It was a very touchy subject for the man.

"Well, it's wonderful to hear that! Sirius was rather worried that they might have torn you to pieces and then used your remaining body parts as decoration." Albus commented, not looking the least bit perturbed about the words tumbling from his mouth.

Remus sucker punched Sirius in the arm for being so foolish. "Oh, Jacob Black agreed to accompany Harry by the way." Remus directed it at the two men sitting in the grass across from himself and Sirius. Confusion wrapped itself around Harry's face.

"What, who's Jacob Black?" Harry asked. Albus rested a hand on the Boy Who Lived's shoulder. There was a long pause before he spoke.

"Harry, tell me, how do you feel about meeting with Lucius Malfoy?"

CLIFFHANGER. WOAH.

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