Moving On

Chapter 42

Having A Talk

"We need to stock up" murmured Hermione with a sigh, as she looked into the small compartment which was like a Muggle freezer. Keeping whatever was in it at a nice chilled temperature. She took out the packet of blood; there were only a couple of packets left. She never really liked hunting, even though they didn't really harm any of the animals. Harry had said he was surprised she wasn't a vegetarian the way she was going on. Instead of killing the poor animal they were just taking some of its blood and sending it on its way. Any animal that encounters them instead of another vampire is very bloody lucky indeed.

"I'll go" said Harry jumping up immediately he was suffering badly from cabin fever. He wanted to get out, Jasper and Harry had spent the night arguing and trying to decide what to do. Eventually they split their plans and merged it into one Edward thought it was genius in simplicity. Two war heroes' fighting about plans he just hoped they didn't fight anyone else anytime soon…he didn't want to listen to Jasper and Harry all night again. They both felt they knew best, Harry seemed to forget though that Victoria wasn't a Witch and wouldn't think like one. That's when Harry had stood down and admitted defeat, quite gracefully actually not all bitter. In fact Jasper could have sworn Harry felt relieved and maybe happy? They had a feeling why but didn't think too much on it knowing Harry could read their thoughts. They knew Harry tried not to and could stop himself from reading their minds, with a great deal of effort but when he's not trying he hears everything without meaning to.

"I'll come too" said Edward quickly, he didn't want left behind; he was getting restless as well. Nothing a good hunt wouldn't fix he was sure, so it wasn't long before both vampires were out in the dreary day looking for surrounding forest. It took them about half an hour, walking normally unfortunately as people occasionally walked by with dogs in the early hours of the morning. The dogs had whimpered and ran away from Edward, but Harry they stopped and sniffed, Harry threw a smirk at Edward and stroked the dog.

They delved further into the forest, the animals scattering in fear, birds taking off in flight from trees. They sensed evil lurking in their shadows and acted accordingly, but they were no match for Harry. However, they weren't hurt, Harry just tapped his wand on their behind and watched in awe as a bag of blood came from nowhere. Another bag filled before he whispered another spell, letting the animal escape unscratched. Edward was beginning to notice Harry avoiding all the stags and doe's frowning in confusion he voiced his question.

"My father was a stag animagus I just can't harm them" whispered Harry shuddering at the very thought.

Edward realised that Harry was talking about his father having an animal form, strange really as he probably never remembered his dad…or his animagus form. Harry shouted another spell, and a beautiful, gorgeous silvery stag was standing proud and tall in front of him. A gasp left his immortal lips, it was beautiful the most beautiful thing he had seen in his life. He tried to stroke it - it looked that real but it wasn't the mist parted when his fingers tried.

"Expecto Patronum is a spell you use with your happiest memory to protect you from Dementors. It's supposed to take the shape of something that will or did protect you. Which is rather odd because I didn't know my father was an animagus; never mind what he looked like as it. Although Remus used to say it looks exactly like him so we aren't exactly sure. Severus' is a doe which represents my mother they were good friends once upon a time" explained Harry.

"You would think yours would be a doe wouldn't you? As it was your mother who saved you" said Edward thoughtfully.

"Like I said I don't know" sighed Harry already hunting out another animal, Edward just watched as Harry got blood from ten different animals. All producing different amounts of blood, from two bags to six bags. He spelled them cool and put them into a bag that seemed to hold all of them much to his amazement he still couldn't get used to magic being performed so casually. He wondered if there would be a time when he wasn't surprised.

"How are you feeling?" asked Harry as they both took a very human stroll though the forest/wooded area.

"Better than I thought I would be…listening to you guys made me realize my troubles weren't so significant" said Edward softly but honestly.

"It's always significant" said Harry his green eyes glowing brightly. He could remember when he used to think his troubles weren't significant. It had taken him a long time to realize people truly did want to hear him and what he wanted to say. He found it hard to believe that a one hundred year old vampire would have that kind of problem. Perhaps he better have a word with that sire of his, its like he was retaining the age he was changed at. It wasn't good for a vampire at all…he needed to grow up properly being around teenagers was obviously not a good idea for him. Either that or the problems lay deeper with being a vampire and alone.

"Perhaps" said Edward.

"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live" murmured Harry sadly; probably one of the most decent pieces of advice Dumbledore had given him that he carried around in his heart.

"Maybe for someone normal but not us" replied Edward pensively whatever he had expected out of Harry's mouth it hadn't been those words.

"Yes us too you are just existing Edward…you no longer get excited about things…you survive nothing more. Thinking on what has been, could have been or a future you envision that helps you get up and go to school because Carlisle told you to" said Harry pensively.

"Yeah" sighed Edward, weird how Harry could read him like that when his own family didn't, well maybe Jasper but only because of his empath abilities.

"Perhaps its time to move on and up, live Edward it's what your parents would have wanted" murmured Harry. He didn't like using those words because they were too personal and he didn't know Edward's parents so how was he to know?

"I don't think so" scoffed Edward; his father had barely tolerated him nothing more. Don't get him wrong he loved his dad but his dad hadn't really returned the feelings. He had been scared when he took ill, but his heart felt like it was choking when his mother became ill. He didn't have too long to dwell on it though, he too soon became ill. He should have died with his parents but he hadn't, he couldn't bring himself to wish his mother hadn't asked Carlisle to save him. Carlisle had been more of a father than his own biological one. Esme was lovely, a nice mum but she could never take the place of his own.

"Some men do not know how to deal with emotions…" said Harry sadly, his eyes showing sympathy for Edward. "It's the ones that don't show it that truly love you the most…"

"I seriously doubt that" said Edward wryly.

"Severus was a constant in my life, always saving it and hating me he had been under the impression I was spoiled. He also hated my father so that didn't help any, but he was always the one there saving my life and giving me advice although it was biting and sarcastic at the time" smirked Harry in amusement.

He took a few seconds before he continued.

"I believe he began caring during my third year…things I didn't really think about before began making sense. How Severus had wanted Dumbledore to tell me about Sirius or well jumping in front of a werewolf for me…well, err, us, me, Ron and Mione" said Harry his eyes glazed over in thought.

Edward's eyes widened, that man had stood in front of a werewolf? Without a wand? To protect three students? With the risk of being infected himself? Well I'll be damned he was going to have to re-think his opinion of Severus Snape. Oh he knew he was fond of them a little, but damned if he showed emotion.

"You see Edward, Severus was a spy the very best one he managed to keep it up for years. One mistake, would have cost him his life, Voldemort would have killed him without a second thought. From the age we look he was spying on Voldemort…all for my mother to earn forgiveness for some perceived wrong" explained Harry "He got so used to hiding his emotions even to this day he still has trouble showing it. Although he's more open for me because I am his Chide, he gets vague feelings of what I'm feeling. When I've needed him he's been there…although he learned the hard way never to mention my parents in front of me" sighed Harry shuddering as he remembered loosing control of his magic alone with Snape. He had expected Severus to go nuts but he hadn't, if anything Harry was sure he had seen awe and maybe a little fear in his eyes? After that he hadn't said one word against them. He was sure Dumbledore had told Severus he should be lucky…as Harry had blown his Aunt Marge like a balloon with accidental magic. A truce had been created, this time with mutual respect on each side. Harry had been just beginning to realize just what kind of life it must have been like spying on Voldemort. Severus was beginning to realize why Harry was destined to defeat Voldemort. As abruptly as they truce had been made…he had apparently abandoned ship. Not that Severus had believed that for one second…the boy had been too Gryffindor, despite what Dumbledore had told him. The hat wanting the boy in Slytherin, that was a surprise but he was too much like his mother to be a proper Slytherin. It had taken him long enough but hey, better late than never right?

"What happened?" asked Edward curiously.

"If Severus hadn't been a spy I think his bladder and bowls would have released suddenly…raw magic surrounded us. Instead of getting furious and blasting me away he actually gave me a calming draught and told me to be on my way" laughed Harry remembering the fact his jaw had been on the floor all the way up to Gryffindor tower.

"I see" said Edward making a note to never, EVER think or let anyone disrespect Harry Potter's parents. Or he knew there would be hell to pay; they continued walking on glad to be outside.

"Can I give you another piece of advice? What's going to come, is going to come, you just have to face it head on when it does" said Harry, after Edward had nodded to the first half of the question.

"Thanks" said Edward, that piece of advice he had heard, not directed at him but in a book of course.

"I know what you are going though and how hard it is" said Harry softly. "If I hadn't been turned I would have been contracted to marry Ginny Weasley. A girl who constantly followed me around…although I'm not sure how much of it was her or Tom Riddle inside of her…I wish I had answers but we never will she's in Azkaban prison now for her crimes" said Harry, he blamed himself for it. He couldn't help but think if he had gone out with Ginny she may still be on the right side.

"There was nothing you could have done" soothed Edward quietly.

"No I don't suppose there was" said Harry considering he was kidnapped by Dumbledore and not given a choice in the matter.

"We best get back I'm sure the guys are probably hungry" sighed Harry, Edward held onto Harry knowing without hearing that they were apparating. They got as near as the hotel as they dared and quickly went in and up the stairs. He had been right they had been thirsty. Everyone had only really had a cup of blood a day, if that and it was starting to show.

He threw three packets at everyone, now more determined than ever to get Victoria and get back home. So they could get on with their lives and feed properly, it was only four days since they left on their journey - and everyone looked like they had been holed up for years.

There we go! Now the real fun will start...how will victoria die? slowly and painfully or will the show her mecy and kill her quickly...tempted to let Harry cast crucio...for trying to hurt Edward...only spell he could think of but im not sure that was something Harry would do...but he had tried to do it with bella lestrange so perhaps its not too out of character for him. what do you think? some torture before being burnt alive and some well aimed cutting curses removing her limb from limb? R&R plz