Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter. They're owned by Stephanie Meyer and J.K. Rowling, respectively.

AN: HEY GUYS! What… is up in the hizzouse? Okay now that I'm calm, I just wanted to clarify something.

Cedric was definitely a 6th year, you can check those Harry wiki stuff. The reason why he was old enough to enter the Tournament was because he had one of those birthdays that bring you a grade back. So yea… that "if you read the book you'd know" comment kind of hurt from one of the reviewers… I do read the books. I'm actually a great fan of Harry Potter, and not just the movies. So ouch. I'm burned.

Okay so now that my five seconds of caring is over, thanks to many of my reviewers and fans, I'm going to leave my story the way it is. It's more comfortable and recognizable. Besides, like my reviewers said, it's a fanfic right? Lol. It doesn't have to be exact. So really, thanks to all of you!

I know this chapter is really short, but I've been stumped lately and I just wanted to get it out to you as quickly as I could.

Chapter 18: Enough

"Slowly… slowly… I SAID SLOWLY!" Harry gasped and dropped the ladle into the potion. Luckily the hook-like handle hung onto the edge of the cauldron. The raven-haired boy glared at the blond next to him.

"You know, when we decided to be partners, I was hoping you wouldn't be breathing down my neck!" he snapped.

I have to breathe down your neck, or else you'll get it wrong," Draco stated, pushing his shoulder roughly and taking over. "Now why don't you just sit down and look pretty?"

"I was doing it just fine, Draco!" He exclaimed angrily. Most of the class was glancing their way while Severus was trying not to kick them out of his classroom.

"You were stirring it too fast, Harry," he gritted.

"I've done this potion seven times already, Draco. You've done it four times. I think I would know if I was stirring too fast or not."

"You'd like to think that, wouldn't you?!"

"That's enough!" Severus shouted, he waved a wand and the supplies on their desk vanished. The cauldron lay empty and the two boys stared at their potions master with wide eyes. "You juvenile, obnoxious-"

"What'd you do that for, Professor?" Harry asked innocently.

Draco nodded in agreement as he twiddled his thumbs. "We were almost done with it… you could have had it in a few more minutes…"

Everyone tried not to laugh as the usual alabaster skin of their professor slowly began to turn into a violent purple. "Out! Get out of my classroom now!"

"Wait!" Draco said, holding his hand up. "Just give us another chance and we can-"

"Get out!"

~*~

Draco and Harry laughed loudly once they were out of the dungeons. "Slowly, I said, slowly!" Harry imitated, making Draco only laugh harder. They snickered and tried not to fall over. "Okay, now that we finally got kicked out of class, no thanks to you-"

"Hey! It would have looked suspicious if I started berating you in the beginning of class."

"Ron's going to be upset that we didn't take him along."

"He doesn't look so upset with Hermione by his side," Draco said with a smirk.

Halloween was coming up in a week, and Hermione and Ron were closer than ever. Ron was trying his best not to follow her around like a lovesick puppy while Hermione hid starry-eyed expressions whenever he was near. Lavender, who was still trying to catch Ron's attention, was privately insulting Hermione to Parvati and Padma. The twins, who never had a problem with Hermione, were trying to discourage Lavender's advances. "Everyone knew it was going to happen, Lav," Padma had once said with a roll of her eyes. Unfortunately, it only fueled the girl's determination even further. Ron and Hermione were now trying to avoid her every chance they got.

"Well anyway," Harry continued. "What do we do now?"

"We can go out to the grounds."

"McGonagall will see us. She always catches us when we don't attend class."

"Technically, we got kicked out."

"Which will just get Minnie angrier."

"Does Sirius have a class?" Draco asked. Harry's eyes lit up excitedly.

"No, he doesn't. Wonderful, we can go visit him, and he won't tell on us. He loves us too much."

"Debatable," Draco argued as they walked towards Sirius' room.

"Why's that?"

"He nearly suspended us from Quidditch last month!"

Harry grimaced. The two were now the best seekers in the school and Sirius had not taken lightly to the latest prank they did with Ron. For that matter, neither was Hermione. "That was our fault."

"How was that our fault?"

Harry gave him a disbelieving look. "We dyed his hair pink and put a potion in his drink so that Padfoot's fur would be multicolored."

"…It wasn't that bad."

"We made sure that there was an irreversible charm on his hair until we, the casters, decided to undo it and Padfoot still has rainbow spots on his body."

"We reversed it, didn't we?" Draco complained, as they stopped in front of a portrait of a strong, confident-looking stag.

"Padfoot isn't in proper shape. Merlin's sake, he has a patch of rainbow right on his p-"

"Suiris," Draco said quickly before Harry could finish his sentence. Harry rolled his eyes as they walked into the room but decided to change the topic when his godfather looked at them curiously.

"Seriously, Uncle Siri, you're going to get killed one day, or robbed at least."

"Why do you think that, Bambi?"

Draco snorted before waving towards the entrance. "How about the oh so original password. Stupid…" he drifted off.

"Hey!" Sirius defended. "No one will ever think that my password is my name backwards, and what are you two doing out of class?"

"Oh, Sev kicked us out."

"What?! Why?!"

"We were annoying him by making him think we were annoying each other."

"Yes," Harry agreed. "We spoke on the way here about how Ron won't be pleased to know we left him there to skip class."

"But, I also noted that he should be fine in the capable hands of Hermione," Draco said.

Sirius laughed and ruffled his own hair before falling back down on his couch. "Sevie-darling must be so irritated now. I must thank you, for he will be much easier to aggravate at dinner tonight." Draco and Harry grinned at him before sitting down as well. "So you want to play with the big dogs today, do you? We could always call Moony over. The old wolf is being coddled by your mother, Harry. I think it's time to save the poor man."

"Or we could just prank him," the blond answered nonchalantly. Harry and Sirius stared at him for a second before turning back.

"Yea, sure," Harry agreed. "We'll have to wait for Ron though… make sure that Hermione won't find out too."

"We're gonna prank him, Sirius?"

The older man nodded his head thoughtfully. "Yea, we're gonna prank him."

Remus Lupin was not a happy man.

Oh no, he really wasn't.

Rosalie had buried her face into Emmett's shirt, trying to smother her laughter. Jasper's lips were twitching in amusement while Edward's snorts sounded every few seconds. Alice was bouncing in her husband's lap, trying to reach out and pet Remus but he'd pull back and snarl before she could. The worse out of them was Emmett. He was cracking joke after joke and his booming laughter was echoing loudly.

"What in heaven's name is going on in-" Esme, who had just walked into the room, stopped and stared at Remus in shock. "What…."

"I don't know, okay?!" He shouted angrily, crossing his arms.

"What did you five do?!" She demanded.

"What makes you think we did anything?" Rosalie scowled. "It isn't like we're the ones with magic. He just came down here like that."

Emmett began cackling. "Hey, hey Remus? You wanna go play fetch outside? I can go find a bone somewhere and-" Remus growled as he crouched low, ready to attack the large vampire. "Oh look at his tail!"

Remus blushed and quickly straightened, grabbing his tail and tried grasping it tightly in his paw-like hands. The wolf-like ears on top of his head fell flat.

"Aw," Edward cooed. "I'm sorry, Remus, did we scare you?"

"Oh shut up!" The man snapped. He rubbed his face with his paws before looking down at his feet angrily. Instead of seeing smooth flesh, he saw furry paws as well. How could this have-

His eyes lit in recognition and all the laughter in the room stopped.

"SIRIUS!"

~*~

"When do you think he's going to realize it was us?" Ron asked as he brought the chocolate frog up to his mouth. Draco shrugged as he levitated the coffee table. "He's smart. I suspect he'll realize soon." Harry nodded in agreement.

"Hermione will kill us."

"Not if she doesn't find out."

"How do you think we'll accomplish that?" Draco snorted. "She pretty much knows everything we do."

"…fair enough."

A sudden thump was heard in Sirius' bedroom before the man crawled out with fear on his face. "Run!" He shouted. The three boys shot up in surprise before laughing hysterically when Remus pounced on the cowering man. "Moony!"

"Do you think this is funny, you juvenile arse!"

"They helped me!"

"Uncle Sirius," Harry gasped as Ron and Draco looked away, affronted. "How could you blame us for helping you prank Uncle Remy, especially with such a joke!"

"You little bugger!" Sirius growled, trying to escape Remus' grasp. "It was your idea!"

"I can't believe you're accusing Harry of this," Ron said, shaking his head sadly.

Remus' face turned red as he pulled Sirius up by his collar. "It's one thing to prank me, but then to accuse those defenseless boys! If I calculated the time right, they would have all been in class during that time, Sirius Black!"

"That's right!" Draco said indignantly. "I'm horrified that you'd try and use us to, Uncle Sirius, really I am!"

"B-but-" the man gaped. Those cheeky, little-

Harry, Ron and Draco fell into laughter as they supported each other from falling. Draco wiped his cheek, as if brushing a tear off, and Ron's ears were turning beet red. Harry sighed with a smile on his face. "No yea, we helped him," he told Remus.

"Harry James Cullen!" he heard, and in horror, he noticed it had not come from his werewolf godfather. Carlisle stepped out of Sirius' room with an angry look on his face. "You are in serious trouble, young man, and just you two wait until I tell your fathers." Draco and Ron gulped, all amusement gone. "In fact, all of you better hide because I'm telling your mothers first."

"No don't!" they begged. Sirius gripped Carlisle's feet tightly.

"She may just be a portrait, but she's a bloody annoying one!"

"Not you!" Carlisle snapped in irritation. "Boys, apologize."

"Sorry," they all muttered, looking down. Remus rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"I look ridiculous," he said with a pout.

"Harry, I can't believe you were skipping classes!" Carlisle said, ignoring the man.

"But I wasn't! It was during a free period!"

Ron snorted. "If you two had gotten me kicked out of class as well we could have done it earlier then our free period." His eyes widened and he slapped a hand over his mouth when he realized what he said. Draco groaned and glared at him.

"Good going, Weaselby!"

"Excuse me?" the blond vampire hissed angrily.

"Err," Harry started hesitantly. "You're going to tell mom, aren't you?"

"Harold!"

"You two are really being unreasonable about that. It seriously isn't my name. I don't know if you're going to realize that soon or not but-"

"Harry James! Stop stalling!"

Draco cleared his throat. "Well Harry and I were working very hard in potions and Uncle Severus unreasonably threw us out of the classroom."

Before Carlisle could say anything to scold them or accuse them of lying, the portrait swung open and Severus swept in holding a vial in his hand. "Mutt! Send this to the werewolf with my, oh so best regards. Oh and do talk to that brat godson of yours. His disruptive ways in my class are becoming…un… acceptable…." The man trailed off when his eyes turned to look at Remus. The potions master's lips twitched before he fell into peels of laughter. "What in Merlin's name happened to you?!"

Harry nearly squealed in pain as the hooded man tugged on his arm and took the dagger he was holding to make a large cut in the boy's arm. "What-"he breathed as tears streamed down his face. The humility and embarrassment of crying in front of his enemies was enough to kill him right there. "What are you doing? My family will-"

"Your family will do nothing," the voice laughed mockingly. "Do you think they really want you? You were abandoned by your parents and thrown away by your relatives-"

"My parents died fighting the dirty likes of you!"

The covered hand reached out and struck him across the face. Harry's jaw fell open in surprise before his head was pushed up by the hand grasping his chin tight enough to bruise. "What makes this family any different from the people who just don't give a damn about you?" the man hissed into his ear.

Harry glared at him and tried to lunge forward but was held back by the binds that were chaining him to the wall. "They'll find you… and you may kill me today but once they find you, you sick bastard, they'll rip you to shreds."

The man shrugged nonchalantly before picking up the dagger and tapping it against the cauldron in the middle of the room. "They can try, Harry Potter… unfortunately, someone is out taking care of them right now."

Harry let out an enraged roar as he fought as hard as he could against his chains.

"Dad," Harry whispered. He knocked on the door again, tears streaming down his cheeks. His voice was so soft that he wouldn't be shocked if the vampires didn't hear him. Clearing his throat he called out for his father again. He heard a thump and a few giggles which would have caused him to blush if he wasn't so upset. The door opened and he looked up sadly into the eyes of his father. Carlisle's face was suddenly flooded with worry and he began to wipe his son's face.

"Harry, my son, what has happened?"

"Harry?" He heard. Esme appeared next to her husband and gasped at Harry's appearance. "Darling, what's wrong?" she cooed, pulling him into the room and wrapping her arms around him.

"Mom, I had another dream," he told her, trying to level his breathing. "I…I'm sorry, this is really stupid-"

"No, darling, we believe you-"

"That's not what I'm talking about," he nearly stuttered. He looked down at his feet and he suddenly looked like a young boy again, all maturity gone.

"Harry?" Carlisle asked softly, closing the door behind him.

"I d-don't want to sound like a kid but… "

"Darling," Esme said with a mother's intuition. "Would you like to stay with us tonight?" she asked, knowing it was embarrassing for him as a fifteen year old to be asking to stay in his parents' bed for a night.

Harry blushed and looked away, sudden pride reappearing. "Umm…" he answered hesitantly. "Why would I want to do that? S-so stupid." Esme gave him a kind smile before lying down on the bed and opening her arms to him. His blush darkened as he climbed in, under the covers, and let out a deep sigh when she held him close. "Sorry," he apologized in shame.

"Don't be embarrassed, darling," she whispered into his hair. "Go to sleep, Harry. Forget about the bad dreams for now…" Harry's fear to fall asleep was very strong, but her soothing voice and quiet hums were pushing him back to relaxation and calmness. After a few minutes, he was asleep once more.

Carlisle let out a heavy breath as he sat next to them. "We should call Albus, Esme."

Her face grew heartbroken as she stroked Harry's hair. "Why must this always happen to him? And on Christmas too…"

"It'll be alright, dear. We'll see through this, just like we have with all the other obstacles we've overcome so far."

~*~

Rosalie held Harry tightly as Albus paced back and forth. Sirius and Remus were giving the boy supportive smiles while Emmett was cracking his knuckles and Jasper was trying to calm himself. Alice and Edward were whispering to each other quietly while Esme and Carlisle were glancing around to make sure everyone was alright. "Harry," the old headmaster started. His voice was weary and worn-out, not like his usual cheerful tone. "I believe that if your dreams are visions like before that someone is attempting to raise the Dark Lord once more."

"You can't be serious!" Emmett growled.

"I would not jest about such a matter," Albus said gravely. "Taking a person's blood and dripping it into a cauldron? Only the strongest, most potent potions and elixirs are made with the blood of a human, with only a few exceptions."

"B-but polyjuice potion only requires hair!" Harry protested, not wanting to believe that they may be getting close to another attempt to bring Voldemort back.

"Yes hair, Harry," he answered with a nod, "but blood? No my child, blood is so much more important, symbolically and physically. You can live without hair, but without you're blood…"

His face fell into the palms of his hands as he shook his head angrily. "Why can't he just stay gone?!" He nearly shouted, panicked and frightened.

Carlisle got up and kneeled in front of him. He placed a hand on his and looked at his son's eyes. "Harry?" he said softly. Harry looked up with sadness and anguish in his eyes. "We're going to stop this before anything happens to you, do you understand? We're not going to let this happen."

He nodded stiffly and held onto his father's hand tightly.

"You have all of us," Emmett said with a cheery grin. "You think that some stupid group of death eaters can get through seven vampires and a bunch of powerful wizards?"

"Correction," they heard. All looked up at the door to see the Denali coven walk in with determination on their faces. Tanya smirked at Harry and opened her arms to hug him when he ran up to her. "You have us as well."

"I took the liberty of calling them," Albus stated. "So now, we have twelve vampires, a group of powerful wizards and a werewolf on our side."

"It sounds like something from a comic book," Edward joked, trying to lighten the mood for Harry. The boy gave a small smile at his brother as Tanya stroked his hair.

"We're going to fight this," Kate promised, "even if we have to bring the Volturi into this."

"That doesn't sound like a very good idea," Jasper said wearily. "Isn't there strong hatred between vampires and wizards?"

"In truth," Albus started, "we may just be able to get them on our side."

"How?" Rosalie cut in.

"The only vampires aware of the wizarding world are those who side with Voldemort. However, if he returns, they will 'risk' exposing themselves to muggles in the process of killing others."

"You want to bring up that argument with the Volturi?" she said in disbelief. "What if it doesn't work? They'll kill us all for housing a human!"

"No, it won't matter with Harry," Carlisle answered. "He's in the magical world, he was already made aware."

"Won't that still pose a problem?" Edward asked.

"Well we are working on the potion for bloodlust control," Albus said, although they could all hear the hesitation in his voice. "Surely the Volturi speak for civility and co-existence like you said."

"How are we supposed to convince the Volturi to take a potion that will stop their lust for human blood?" Rosalie scoffed.

Alice held her finger up with a grin on her face. "It may just work."

"What? How?!" They all looked at Albus who blushed at his exclamation. "I'm sorry, but everyone could see that I wasn't very sure of what I was saying."

Alice continued, holding Jasper's hand tightly. "Aro was always the open-minded one of the group. He's going to find the potion very interesting, which means Severus will have to work ten times harder to finish it. Besides all of that…"

"What?" Carlisle asked when he saw Edward stiffen.

"Because of such strong, rare power, He's going to take a large interest in Harry," he answered angrily.

Esme looked at her husband, slightly frightened. "What does that mean?"

"He'll want Harry turned and placed within the Volturi guards."

"Let's do it," Harry said, cutting in before any of them could answer.

Carlisle gave him a horrified look. "Harry, I refuse to let you-"

"We can deal with that later, dad," he answered angrily. "It's not like I'll be turned tomorrow, but we need everyone on our side if those arses-"

"Harry!" Esme gasped.

"-try to resurrect a homicidal maniac!"

Carlisle sighed and looked away in shame. "Maybe we should try it."

"You can't honestly expect us to go along with this!" Edward shouted in outrage.

"What choice do we have, son?"

Edward was silenced. He looked at his little brother sadly. "We aren't forcing you to do this, Harry. Remember, Alice's visions aren't set in stone," Jasper said kindly.

Harry shook his head. "I'm not going to let Voldemort back into the wizarding world. I'm going to make sure he's gone. Forever."