Chapter 4- The Vampire's Son

Harry stood beside Hermione as they waited with the Weasleys at No. 12 Grimmauld Place's entrance hall. Mrs. Weasley had informed them only the day before that they will have extra guests in the house and one was a young lady who also goes to Hogwarts.

"I sure hope it's not Millicent Bulstrode. Who would want to stare at her face all summer," said Ron.

"Ron," scolded Hermione. "I'm pretty sure if it's Millicent that you'll make her feel welcome," she added.

Harry snickered at the though of Ron being nice to Millicent.

"And that goes for you to, Harry," spat Hermione who held his arm to grab his attention.

The main door swung opened and a Chinese lady stepped in holding the hand of a young girl. They were followed by a teenaged girl with jet black hair that went pass her shoulders, who held her head down. She was quickly followed by Shen.

"Hello Shen," greeted Mr. Weasley, shaking Shen's hand

"Arthur, how are you? I'm sure you remember my wife, Jiao and our daughters, Le-ann and Cho."

Le-ann stepped up and started to vigorously shake Mr. Weasley's hand, "nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, young lady," smiled Mr. Weasley.

Cho lifted her head and shook Mr. Weasley's hand. She then caught a glimpse of Harry and Hermione. Hermione quickly released Harry's hand as Cho glanced at them. Harry stood there surprised but not overwhelmed.

"Hello," greeted Mrs. Weasley as she gave Jiao a friendly hug. "You have very lovely daughters," added Mrs. Weasley as she cupped Cho's face and glanced at little Le-ann.

The comment elicited a cough from Ron, who got quickly elbowed by Hermione.

"I'd like you meet our children," said Mrs. Weasley to Jiao Chang. Molly introduced 4 of her 7 children who were present. "And this is Hermione Granger and Harry Potter who are like my babies as well."

"Hello," said Hermione as she shook Mrs. Chang's hand.

Jiao proceeded to Harry and said, "Hello Harry. I'm glad to have finally met you."

"Good evening ma'am," greeted Harry.

Upon hearing Harry's name, Le-ann who was showing Mr. Weasley her favorite book, bounced toward her mother and exclaimed, "You're Harry Potter?"

"Yes," replied Harry.

Le-ann stood there for a minute, surveying Harry's face. Harry was getting quite uncomfortable at the young girl's sudden interest.

"Le-ann it's not polite to stare," Jiao reprimanded her daughter.

"Cho thinks you're good-looking. But I don't see why?" said Le-ann.

Ron and the twins let out loud sniggers, while Hermione and Ginny looked at the little girl with complete surprise on their faces. Harry felt his face turn hot; he knew he was turning red. Cho who was standing next to her father had the same reaction as Harry.

"Le-ann," scolded Mrs. Chang.

"Mama, I'm just saying…"

"Le-ann!" said Mrs. Chang more sternly.

"Well boys, we should help with the luggage," instructed Mr. Weasley.

The group made their way to the entrance steps where the Changs' luggage, were located. As Harry passed Cho, she said softly "Harry," but he merely nodded his head to acknowledge her. The Weasley twins carried Le-ann's trunk in, while Mr. Weasley assisted Shen with 2 heavy suitcases. Harry and Ron lifted Cho's trunk when the latch came undone and all of Cho's things fell on the pavement.

"Sorry," Harry blurted out as he and Ron began piling all the things back into the trunk.

Cho ran over to help. She kneeled beside Harry and began piling her school things back into its proper place. When she made a grab for her Ancient Runes book, Harry accidently touched her hand. Cho let out a small gasp and felt herself turning redder. Her reaction was noticed by her father.

Harry and the Weasleys took the luggage to the spare bedroom that was set up by Mrs. Weasley earlier that day. Molly ushered the Changs into the sitting room. Cho entered the once luxurious room and began examining the Black family tree. As her hand gently traced the lineage of the Black family, Molly Weasley entered with tea and biscuits.

"Just some thing to tide us over till dinner," said Mrs. Weasley with a smile.

"Thank you," replied Jiao.

"Yay! Chocolate biscuits," said Le-ann gleefully.

"Just one. You don't want to spoil your dinner," Jiao instructed as she handed a biscuits to her daughter.

"Cho dear, would you like to have some tea?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"No thank you. I'm kind of full. May I use the toilet?"

"Of course. Go up the stairs and it's the first door on the left," replied Molly Weasley as she handed the small jug of cream to Jiao.

"Thank you," replied Cho.

Cho followed Molly instructions. She came face to face with Harry, Ron and the twins as she reached the landing. All the boys were laughing, except for Harry, who was being jostled by the twins.

"Hey Cho," greeted Fred.

"You're looking lovelier every year," added George.

"Hello," replied Cho.

"Are you going to be on the Ravenclaw quidditch team this year?" asked George.

"Probably," Cho replied. "May you excuse me; I need to use the bathroom."

"Sure. Don't let us stop you…and Cho if you need anything don't hesitate to ask Harry," said Fred pushing Harry closer to Cho.

Cho could feel Harry breathe on her face. Harry would have fallen on top of her if he wasn't able to prop himself on the wall. This was the first time they were this close since they kissed under the mistletoe last term.

"What's your problem?" Harry spat at Fred as he pulled himself away from Cho.

"Nothing mate," replied Fred with hands up in surrender.

"I think your mum needs our help with dinner," said Harry as he made his way to the first floor, quickly followed by the Weasleys.

Cho entered the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She let out a loud sigh and proceeded to wash her face in the sink. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that would be stuck with Harry Potter in the same house for the whole summer.

"Cho, you need to get a grip on yourself," she told her reflection in the mirror.

She heard a soft rap on the door, followed by a familiar voice that made her see red.

"Cho, its Hermione. It's time for dinner."

Cho took one calming breathe and replied, "Coming."

At the dinner, the Chang girls were quiet. Their parents left before dinner, to go on an errand for the Order. Jiao promised to visit them as soon as possible. Cho barely touched her dinner and Mrs. Weasley was doing her best to feed Le-ann.

"Come on, just a little bit more," coaxed Mrs. Weasley.

"Molly, don't force her. These girls had a long day. I'm pretty sure they're tired," said Arthur Weasley.

"I'm not tired, Mr. Weasley. I just miss my mama," replied Le-ann with tears now rolling down her cheeks.

"Aww… come here, dear," said Mrs. Weasley as she hugged the little girl.

"I've got her Mrs. Weasley," said Cho. "Guess it's time for bed."

Harry eyed Cho's retreating form as she led her sister back to their room. Cho was more beautiful than he had remembered. Her dark hair flowed effortlessly with each movement that she made. Her fair skin was smooth and unmarked…

"Tears must run in the family," said Ron as soon as the Changs were out of hearing range. Ron remarks snapped Harry's attention back to the room.

"Ron, stop it!" warned his father.

"We all must make an effort to make then feel welcome," added Molly, now eyeing her son with fire in her eyes.

"Yes," came everybody's reply.

Cho helped her sister into her pajamas and tucked her under the covers.

"Cho, I want to go home."

"Me too munchkin, but we have to stay here for awhile," said Cho as she smooth the creases from the blanket.

"I'm sorry about what I did earlier," said Le-ann, sitting up and putting her arms around her sister's waist.

"That's ok. Just remember to be nice to Harry. It's his house and we're guests here."

"Promise me will never be apart Cho," pleaded Le-ann.

"I promise," Cho replied, kissing her sister on the top of her head. "Now close your eyes." Cho began singing the lullaby that her mother used to sing both of her daughters to sleep.

Harry, Ron and Hermione passed by the room and heard the lullaby. "That's so sad," said Hermione.

"Don't start Hermione. Now me and Harry Have to listen to her all night." said Ron as he opened the door to his and Harry's room, which was directly across Cho's room.

"You are so insensitive Ronald. I think it's their first time away from their parents during the summer holidays."

"I think they're lucky. I wish I could get away from my parents sometimes," answered Ron.

Hermione looked at Harry for support, "My parents are dead," said Harry rather blankly.

"Ughh," was Hermione exasperated reply as she marched up another set stairs that led to room the she shared with Ginny.

Cho was sitting in a large fluffy armchair with was covered in a richly decorated fabric, which has fainted through time. It was a rough night for her. She barely got some sleep. As she was leafing through her Defense Against the Dark Art book, sunlight began to break into the large sitting room, hitting a picture frame. The smiling and laughing people in the photo caught her attention. She got up and decided to take a closer look, it was a photo of Harry standing next to man she did not know, but he looked oddly familiar to her. As she examined the man next Harry, she could see tattoos peering out of the top of his shirt where it was unbuttoned. "Sirius Black," she concluded. She moved back to Harry who was smiling broadly. She smiled at him and wished to see him like this everyday. As she continued to gaze into Harry's smiling face, she was startled when the door opened behind her. She accidently dropped the frame, shattering the glass into pieces. Harry peered around the door and the saw the picture on the floor.

"I'm so sorry," Cho apologized as she reached for her wand in her pocket. "Reparo," as soon as Cho cast the spell the shattered glass pieces fell back into place.

"Don't worry about it," blurted Harry without looking at her.

Harry was in his pajamas as well. His untamed hair wilder than before. He obviously has just gotten out of bed. Cho could see that has grown a little bit since they last saw each other. His body has filled out as well. As she continued to observe him, she felt her face warming up. "Don't blush now," she thought to herself.

Harry moved closer to Cho. She stood there frozen by his sudden advance. Harry's hand began to reach forward. Cho had the urge to meet his hand halfway, but before she could do this, he went around her and said "Excuse me."

Cho saw that she was standing in front of a broom cleaning kit. She took one step to the side to allow Harry through. Once the kit was in his hand, Harry turned and moved toward the door.

"Harry," she began.

Harry stopped, but did turn around.

"Thank you for letting me and my sister stay here."

"Don't mention it," he replied without glancing at her.

Fours days had passed and the Cho mainly kept to herself. She spent most of her time in No. 12 Grimmauld's Place's library catching up on her summer homework. She was in there as much as Hermione, but she would say a word to her, except "Hello." Le-ann was adjusting better, becoming fast friends with Ginny and treating Mrs. Weasley like her long lost favorite aunt. She got along surprisingly well with Fred and George, who would visit after work. The twins delighted in giving her trick toys from Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, as long as she promised to use them on Ron. Little Le-ann was more than happy to obliged. Ron would complain about it, but he too was getting attached to Cho's younger sister. "She's a little monster," he exclaimed after she turned his red hair into a sickly green.

As night drew near, some member of the Order began to flood in. Tonks accompanied by Kingsley Shacklebolt arrived first. They were followed by Mr. Weasley, who was joyously greeted by Le-ann. Any gathering of the members of the Order sparked a great interest in Harry and his friends, who were now milling close to the foot of the grand staircase.

"Who are we waiting for?" asked Mr. Weasley as he undid his cloak and draped it over the back of a nearby chair.

"Moody," replied Shacklebolt.

"Do you think he found him?" asked Tonks.

"We'll found out soon enough."

As if on cue the door opened and Moody hobbled in. His cloak wet from the pouring summer rain. His fake eye swirling in every direction.

"Good evening, Alastor," greeted Mr. Weasley.

"Good evening Arthur."

"Did you find him?" Shacklebolt asked moving closer to Moody.

"Yes."

A figure wearing a dark cloak walked into the entrance hall. Harry could not see his face, but he was tall, probably around 6'2" with broad shoulders. He was wearing black cargo pants and what Harry thought were combat boots.

"Edward, I'd like you to meet Kingsley Shacklebolt," said Moody.

"Please to meet you," replied the stranger in a smooth, almost hypnotic voice as he was shaking Kingsley Shacklebolt's hand.

"I would like to see your face," said Kingsley.

"As you wish," the stranger named Edward replied as he lowered the hood of his cloak, revealing his perfect features.

Hermione and Ginny let out a small gasp as they gazed at Edward.

"I think he's a dhampir," said Hermione.

"A what?" asked Ron.

"I think he's half vampire," added Hermione still at awe at this stranger.

Harry sat silently taking in what Hermione said. He could see why Hermione and Ginny were beside themselves. Edward was good-looking with long dark hair that almost touched his shoulders. He seemed to be in his late teens or early twenties. He moved with such grace that it seems like his feet were not touching the floor. Ginny giggled and said, "He smells good too." Harry could smell the sweet scent of honeysuckle, mixed with cinnamon in the air.

"Mum's probable making cinnamon rolls," Ron concluded.

"I don't think mum making cinnamon rolls for dinner Ron," said Ginny.

As Ron and Ginny debated about cinnamon rolls, Harry continued to observe the scenario downstairs. Moody introduced Edward to Mr. Weasley and Tonks, who tripped and almost fell on the floor, before Edward picked her up and held her until she regained her balance. A second later, Cho crossed the entrance hall, her nose buried in a book. She did not notice the people in the room, but Edward did.

"Good evening miss," Edward greeted.

The smooth voice caught Cho's attention and she looked up from the book she was reading.

"Good evening," she replied, her dark eyes were met by his piercing hazel eyes.

"I'm Edward. May I know your name?"

"Cho," she replied as Edward shook her hand gently.

"Edward, we need to talk with you in private," said Moody.

"I'll see you later," said the dhampir as he gave Cho a small bow.

Cho stood there watching the hand that Edward has touched, before she began to climb the stairs. Cho came face to face with Harry, who had a stern look on his face. She continued to climb up the stairs with glancing at Harry.

Mrs. Weasley brought up a tray of sandwiches for the trio and Ginny, who were in Harry and Ron's room. They all concluded that an Order meeting was probably taking place since they were barred from downstairs. They heard Mrs. Weasley opening the door of Cho and Le-ann's room and saying, "I hope you don't mind eating in your room." "No, thank you so much, Mrs. Weasley," came Cho's reply.

"Why would they need a…" began Harry.

"A dhampir," said Hermione

"Exactly," said Harry pointing to Hermione.

"What are they?" asked Ginny who was nibbling on her sandwich.

"Well, according to our guide into magical creatures. Dhampirs are born out of the union of a male vampire and a mortal female. They are said to possess all of the skills of their immortal father, but none of the weaknesses and they are skillful in locating vampires," replied Hermione.

"How did you know that he was one, Hermione?" asked Ron.

"I'm not sure, but he just fits the textbook description of one. He has physical qualities of a vampire, the looks and the smell. But his skin is not chalky white and Mr. Weasley and the others did not flinch when they shook his hand."

"So the guy knows how to shake hands, so what?" said Harry irritatingly.

"Harry, a vampire's skin is very cold. No amount of mental preparation will stop one from shuddering at their touch," Hermione added.

Harry and his friends heard the door of the dining open and shut and footsteps in the entrance hall. They quickly took their position on the landing and saw Edward put his cloak back on and bidding farewell to the Order member present.

"I'll be back tomorrow to meet with Dumbledore, but you have my word tonight. I will aid you in this battle," Edward said as he shook hands with Shacklebolt.

As Edward headed to the door, he turned and smiled, "Say good night to Cho for me."

None of the Order members answered. This was a clear sign to Edward that it was time to leave.

When the main door closed, Shacklebolt said "I don't like him Moody. A bit cocky if you ask me. Why can't we use somebody else? I'm pretty sure they are more out there like him."

"Yes Kingsley, quite a bit. Some of these vampires could not keep their hands off mortal women, but Edward is the best. He will track a vampire and will not stop until it is dead," said Moody.

"Are you sure he will deliver? He was rather preoccupied with Shen's daughter," asked Mr. Weasley with concern in his voice.

"Edward will keep his word," replied Moody with confidence.

"What's your guarantee?"

"A dhampir is dangerous, but a dhampir with a grudge is absolutely lethal."

"A grudge?" inquired Shacklebolt with one eyebrow arched.

"Edward is Claudius' son and he has been waiting 2 hundred years to avenge his mother's death," answered Moody.

A/N: Please read and review. I named the dhampir after Edward Cullen from Twilight and I borrowed some of Stephenie Meyer's description of a vampire and a vampire's child from the Twilight Saga, but the similarities end there. This story will not end up as a cross between Harry Potter and Twilight.