A/N: Woot! Go Harrison! Song is Blurry by Puddle of Mudd.

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Everything's so blurry And everyone's so fake

And everybody's empty And everything is so messed up

Pre-occupied without you I cannot live at all

My whole world surrounds you

I Stumble then I crawl

Chapter Five- Blurry

Edward was fighting off the wizards as quickly as he could. His fear was skyrocketing, but not because of the attack. Because Harrison was missing. He couldn't catch sight of his small husband anywhere, nor could he find Arturo. That couldn't bode well at all. He could only imagine what could be happening while he was busy fighting off attackers! He heard Alice gasp at his side and quickly jumped to defend her while she rode out her vision. The attack had come from nowhere, surprising them all. He let his rage take him while he fought. They had interrupted his wedding, damn it! Someone was going to pay!

Just as quick as he fought off the remaining wizards around them, Arturo was at his front, blood lust in his eyes. He felt unfathomable rage fill him at the sight of the grinning vampire. Edward knocked him to the ground in a fit of rage, the blinding madness allowing him to do things he'd never thought possible. This was the bastard who had raped and hurt his mate!! This was the vampire who nearly stole Harrison from him and still would, if given the chance! He had to be destroyed! He had to protect his mate!! He let his fist connect with the other vampire's face, his mind on nothing else but the thought to cause harm to the body beneath him. He wouldn't let him get away, he just wouldn't!

Then, Arturo smirked viciously at him.

Before Edward could get the chance to tear the bastard's throat out, Arturo pulled a wand from his sleeve and a pulse of magic blasted him backwards. He collided with a tree, cracking the wood with the impact. It took him a moment to recall what Severus had told them. Arturo had been a wizard in life. His magic had crossed over into unlife with him. It was how he'd gotten past all of their wards and escaped detection all those times that he…

"You know, fledgling, this could have all been avoided. The child-metamorphagus was supposed to be mine, my reward for the war effort, but no." It took Edward a moment to realize with sickening clarity that he meant Teddy, "Your little Harrison just HAD to go and fall out of that window. No matter, though. As soon as I dispatch you, he will be mine for the taking. A very able substitute, I think."

He watched that smirking vampire walk slowly towards him and it seemed as if Edward was watching his own death approach. What could he do against something that was not only vampire, but had the same magic Harrison possessed as well? Crimson eyes narrowed at him and a curse was on his lips when suddenly, a burning hex was cast from the couln't tell exactly where it came from, or how quickly it had come. He could only watch as it hit Arturo, could only be even further enraged that he wasn't the one landing the fatal blow to the vampire who'd hurt his mate. Flames began devouring the screaming vampire as those thoughts consumed him, and he was only slightly aware of Severus as the man ran up to see if he was alright.

"Edward! Are you well? Where is Harrison?!" The potion's master yelled over the noise of battle.

Edward winced. He still could catch no sight of his beloved in the fray. Severus shot off another burning curse at Arturo just to make sure that the vampire didn't escape his wrath. It was unneeded. Vampires were very flammable. Never touch Harrison if Severus Snape was there to hear about it. The man had the tendency to take it very personally.

"I'm fine! I can't find him! I lost him at the start of the fight!" He cried hoped for all of their sakes that Harrison had managed to get out of Arturo's grasp and found a hiding spot.

He saw a remaining Auror send a jet of water towards the flailing vampire and jumped into action. Severus dispatched the Auror while Edward, with a great amount of satisfaction, began pulling Arturo apart, making sure to let the potion's master burn every bit, again. They were making quick work of him when his companion gasped, spinning around. He caught a single thought from the man's mind that sent that same burning rage coursing through his own mind.

Dumbledore!

He didn't hold back the hiss of fury and dislike that crawled up his throat. The man appeared from out of nowhere bearing twelve more Aurors and Order members. He was an elderly man, though there was no missing the strength of his magic surrounding him or the cold calculation in his eyes. Aro and he would have done well together. His parents were fighting together off to the side, Carlisle's usually calm serene face spattered with blood and twisted into a frown of concentration. Esme was covering his back remarkably well. Alice and Jasper were fighting together, as well as Rosalie and Emmett further out.

Severus and he shared a heavy look and approached the wizened Headmaster. The man chuckled, watching them approach with a shake of his head.

"My my, Severus. You have been hiding things from me. You should have called when Harry began to recover. Instead, you allow him to be claimed by a monster. What's next? Will you let Harry be turned into a monster as well? Lily would be so disappointed." He said lightly, as if Harrison's fate didn't really matter to him in the least.

Edward growled and they both launched into an attack; Edward taking a physical approach with his immediate healing and speed, while Severus was attacking with spells and curses of every kind. It looked as if they were making good progress. The old man's spells weren't fast enough for Edward's almost mercenary strike-and-fall-back attacks and Severus's own curses were brutal. Neither were holding back. This had to end. Dumbledore had to die today or he would just go on to hurt Harrison even more. He could not be allowed to live! They worked as a team, Edward using a series of up-close-and-personal melee attacks and Severus' long distance attacks gave Dumbledore little time to think before he fought. It gave him even less time to defend himself and attack at the sametime.

Edward landed a brutishly nasty blow to the old man's collar bone, watching as the old wizard stumbled back, not even his magic being able to help him as the bone cracked under the force. It continued on, Dumbledore retreating more and more, his defense breaking as he switched between defending against physical and magical blows. Just as they thought they were getting the upper hand however, the old man released a wave of pure magic, knocking them both back. Severus hit the ground with a thud. Even for a wizard it didn't sound good. Edward rushed to the man's side, unwilling to let the caustic, yet somehow agreeable potion's master be hurt. He owed it to him after all. Without Severus, Harrison would still be incoherent and lost to him. The man was dazed and had a cut on his forehead from a tombstone but was otherwise unharmed. He sent the Headmaster a withering glare. The man had just raised his wand to strike them both down when a sight occurred that completely baffled Edward.

So much that all he could do was stare. There was Harrison, standing silently behind the Headmaster with the strangest expression on his face: pain, confusion and a white hot fury that he had never seen on hisface. There was a knife in his hand that Edward never saw until it was sliding along the old man's throat, successfully severing the man's main artery and vein. Dumbledore had a look of horror on his face as he tried to hold his life's blood inside himself. Any spells that he tried to heal himself with came out as sickening gurgles. Harrison seemed to have severed the vocal cords. As Dumbledore fell and he laid eyes on his killer at last, his blue eyes widened comically. It looked as if he made to say something but the light was already fleeing from his eyes. He was dead within moments.

Jasper had allowed Severus to apparate him back to the house so he could avoid the temptation of the still warm blood surrounding them. They all began to gather the remains and Severus made sure to transfigure them into something innocuous: a small pile of sticks. He banished the blood and anything else that would have given rise to suspicion. They burned the sticks quickly and the evidence was gone except for their bloody clothing. Before them all, Harrison sat on his knees, staring at his blood soaked hands with a look of horror so intense that Edward winced at the sight. His mate was muttering to himself, whispers that turned Edward's stomach to hear. His emerald eyes, so full of love previously, were distant.

"Not my fault, not my fault, please, not my fault..."

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