"Harry James Potter-Black -Lupin was born on," Luna was interrupted by a soft popping noise upstairs. I heard soft footsteps and they stopped at the top of the stairs. I looked up and saw my little Harry standing there, his lips puckered in pout and his eyes watery.

"I'm sorry Harry." Was all that came out of Drake's mouth before he tackled backwards onto the couch.

"It's okay I was just being a crybaby." Harry murmured into Drake's chest.

"Aren't you always like that Potter?" Drake said Harry's first last name with distaste while pushing him off so that he fell onto the floor. "Also please don't hug me. Your hands are probably filthy." Drake turned his nose to the air like the rich bitch he was. I turned to see Harry's reaction.

Instead of being mad and calling him jackass like I would have he just giggle and replied,

"Love you too, Darling Draco." And hopped off the floor, bounced over to me and flopped into the space between me and Sam. He snuggled into my arm a little, causing Luna and Leah to coo.

I reached over a placed my hand onto his soft back. I heard a soft purr come from him and I blushed and grinned a little. Proud that I had gotten that sexy purr from him. That's when Jake decided to open his big mouth and start talking.

"So your name is Draco?" the question was directed towards Drake.

"Yes." Draco said crossing his legs like gentleman. "Fully it is Lord Draco Lucius Malfoy." Jacob giggled like a schoolgirl when he said Lucius. Hmmm, schoolgirl Harry. Harry dressed in short miniskirt with red bow in his hair. No no Paul back to Jake. I gave him a look that said, 'Are fucking high man.'

"Lord!" Seth squeaked his eyes wide. Draco was about to answer him but I cut him off.

"Aren't we supposed to be talking about Harry." I asked looking at them with irritation.

"Oh yes!" Luna clapped happily and turned her eyes towards Harry. "We were talking about you Harry. We were going to tell them all about you and ourselves." Draco sneered at her and rolled his stormy eyes.

"I never said anything about telling them about myself." Draco bit out angrily. Jacob drooled. Anger is quite the turn-on for him.

"Well I did so let's go Harry!" Luna in her upbeat voice. She was so happy it's sorta disgusting.

I felt Harry let go of me and shifted between me and Sam.

"Well when I was one years old," Harry started with a deep and told all that had happened in his exciting life.

He told us that there had been a prophecy made about him, even before he was born. That his parents had taken him and gone into hiding, they put the house under the Fidelius Charm ("A Fidel-us Charm?" Seth asked) but that instead of making Sirius Black (his godfather) the secret keeper like everyone thought they had made Peter Pettigrew the secret keeper.

But he was not as good a friend as they had thought. He betrayed Harry and his parents to the Dark Lord, whose servant he was. On Halloween when Harry was 15 months old, Voldermort came to kill them.

Both of his parents died trying to save him, and when Voldermort tried to kill him with the Killing Curse it bounced back on him killing his body and leaving him only a phantom the fled the house.

Hagrid found him in the rubble of the house and took him to Professor Dumbledore, who left Harry with his mother's sister.

He thought it would be better that Harry grow up outside of the wizarding world for you see every child in that would know his name, he was famous the only one ever to survive the Killing Curse, he was The-Boy-Who-Lived.

In describing life with his Aunt, Uncle and Cousin, Harry said that they were the vilest creatures he had ever endured. That the Dursley's had ignored him then neglected him and even starved him. He would now forever be short because during his formative years he had been malnourished.

I tried not to growl because I didn't want to frighten Harry. But it came out anyway. Deep and humming too. Harry stopped talking and looked at me. He grabbed my face in his hands and murmured,

"I'm fine now Paul."

His cousin had pushed him around and nothing happened, then he slapped Harry and was not reprimanded, Dudley had hit him and been praised for how strong he was, and that opened the floodgates. If finally escalated to "Harry Hunting" Dudley and his gang would chase Harry and if they caught him, they would beat him to a pulp, and because of that Harry could run fast.

Aunt Petunia made him work cooking and cleaning from the age of two and would work him to the point of exposition. He grew up with a clear understanding that he was worthless, unlovable and a Freak. As a matter of fact he thought "Boy" and "Freak" were his name till he started primary school.

His Uncle Vernon had slapped him and spanked him but that grew into beatings. He would often times have cuts, bruises and burns from his relatives. Then on his eleventh birthday he found out that he was a wizard when he got his Hogwarts letter. Laughing bitterly he told the it was addressed to Mr. Harry Potter, The Cupboard Under the Stairs, #4 Pivet Drive, Little Wilmington, Surrey.

He talked going to school in a castle, how he and Ron (one of his best friends) had saved Hermione (another one of his best friends) from a mountain troll in 1st year and facing Voldermort for the Sorcerer's Stone.

In 2nd year that he had gone into the Chamber of Secrets and killed Voldermort for the second time, meeting Sirius in 3rd year and finding out that he was innocent. That the Tri-wizard Tournament in his 4th year had been a trap and resulted in Cedric's death and the resurrection of Voldermort.

He talked about the battle at the Ministry in 5th year, touching briefly on the remainder of school, the war, and Professor Snape's ("Snape." Jacob giggled. Draco rolled his eyes this time.) help and moving to Forks. I hugged him as he got a little teary-eyed.

"Okay it's my turn now!" Luna said dreamily smiling. "Well I was 9 when my mother…"

Diving in Luna told of her mother who was killed in a potions accident when she was 9, of her father and his paper, and how the Deatheaters tied him to his printing press and burned the building down for daring to print the Dark Lord had returned a year before the Ministry or any other paper would recognize it.

Of their friendship forming and growing all throughout her 5th and 6th year. How that she hid her talent with a cloak of odd behavior, that being more accepted in the wizarding world. She became Harry's personal clairvoyant, and later the family's seer, which was really the same thing. She touched on the war and the final battle a little.

All of this seemed so fantastic that it didn't even seem real.

"My turn." Draco said. Jacob's whole posture changed and he was listening intently. That when Draco turned to him and asked,

"Did you imprint on me, asshole?" Jacob nodded dumbly. I snorted softly into Harry's hair.

And so Draco commenced his story, he told of being born into an old and prestigious if not dark pureblood wizarding family. Being the inheritor and a spoiled child, of his father, whom he wanted to please, but was never good enough.

How his father was demanding and later after the Dark Lord's return was cruel. He talked about being slapped and beaten, of being later punished with magic up to and including the Cruciatus Curse. And when his mother, Narcissa Malfoy, tried to stand up for him his father she was tortured until her poor heart gave. All the while he was forced to watch immobilized by a spell.

And of getting away and making friends with Harry and later the others, touching lightly on the war and the final battle, and finally to moving here.

"I'm sorry. About your mom." Jacob said shuffling his feet. The pack and I expressed our sympathy but he wouldn't have it.

"I don't need your sympathy. I'm not weak. I've gotten over it." Draco said and pulled his legs up to his chest, looking out the large window. That's when I noticed it was dark.

"Hey what time is it?" I asked Harry petting his hair slightly. We still barely knew each other but we were going to be close to each other for the next few days. The honeymoon phase, as Sam calls it.

"7:45. Why?" Harry said checking his watch on his wrist then looking up at me with his big green irises. "Are you going to leave?"

"Um, yeah I have to. I have to meet up with my mom. For dinner." I blushed and stumbled as I talked. I didn't want him to know that I was having dinner with my mom. He giggled and said,

"Okay come with me." And jumped up and sprung out of the room. I followed. And I was astounded by what I saw. Seven expensive luxury cars and three modern looking motorcycles. The only motorcycles I had ever seen like this is on my computer. Jesus it was like angels singing.

"Come on Paul." Harry chirped while sitting on a motorcycle that was inky black with green accented racing stripes on the side. "Ride it." How about you ride my dic- No PAUL. Bad Paul.

"Sure." I murmured. I climbed onto the front and felt Harry wrap his thin arms around my waist. I revved the motorcycle and took off out of the garage. Harry pressed his soft face against my back as we rode at a medium speed.

I finally reached my house and skid to a soft stop. Harry and I walked to the door.

"So, am I going to see you tomorrow?" Harry asked cutely. I chuckled and nodded.

He leaned up and kissed my cheek. He blushed as he fell back onto his heels. I leant down and kissed him on the lips. Fully. I ran my tongue over his soft lips. He whimpered but opened them a little. I coaxed his lips open and my tongue explored his mouth. He whimpered once again and tried to pull away but I did and said,

"Shhh, it's okay just follow what I'm doing." And smashed my lips onto his once again. He followed my movements and I realized that he was a fucking natural.

I groaned and wrapped his legs around my waist grinding into him softly. He pulled away quickly and jumped down so he was standing.

"We have sex on your porch Paul." Harry told me with his hands on his hips. Adorable. He looks like the kitten trying to be the lion. "Bye." He whispered softly, placing a soft hand on my face.

"Bye." I said licking my lips.

I wrapped my hand around the knob and opened it when I heard the rev of the motorcycle leaving my drive way. I stepped into my house, waiting to hear my mother call me for dinner but I didn't. That's when I heard it. Soft gasping moans and grunts coming from the living room. I walked into the kitchen. Hearing them get louder and louder. And what I saw scarred me.

My under some dude with a mustache. Fucking. Hard.

"Oh God! Eww!" I groaned covering my eyes and walking as fast as I could from the room. I jogged up the stairs, went into my room, and sat on my bed. I heard my mother gasp and say,

"Paul wait come back!" and the shuffling of clothes being put on and the husky voice of the dude with the mustache.

I had always known the guns don't kill people, people with mustaches do. I totally believed that. I heard my door being slammed opened and I looked up to see my mother half hazardly dressed and looking sorry.

"Oh sweetie, I'm sorry you had to see that but you have to let people know your home." My Mom cooed at me. I rolled my eyes for the 30th time that day and snarled at her. She squeaked and jumped back. "Don't snap at me Paul." She said placing her hands on her hips. I grunted and got up pushing her out of the way. I was about to walk out but I bumped into someone. I looked down at him growling. Charlie Swan. Related to that bitch who broke my brother's heart over a million times.

I grabbed him by the collar and shouted at my mother who had came out into the hallway,

" What the FUCK Mom! Your fucking this douche." I was so angry at my mom that I saw red.

"Paul honey it's not like that." My mom said holding her hands up. I growled and threw him backwards. I stepped over him and stomped towards the door.

"Where are you going Paul?" my mother shrieked at me. Charlie looked scared. Good.

"Out, Bitch." I told her and I heard her gasp and a sob escaped her.

I walked out and the cold Washington air slapped me in the face. I phased and took off into the night. Not knowing where I was gonna go.

HEY YALL! I know haven't included what happened on Harry's 18th birthday but its gonna be included later.