Chapter 19
*Warning: Probably contains typos and an unhealthy amount of...s*
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Someone reviewed saying that I misnamed the Unforgivable Curses as Forbidden Curses! That was truly an accident! Draco's wand was on purpose though! :) They reviewed an earlier-on chapter but I'm hoping they are going to read this one and will see my response! (Blame the anonymous review capability LOL)
Draco was thoroughly impressed with the Cullen house. It was simply beautiful. He never would have expected a coven of vampires to be living in such a lovely place. Of course, he wasn't an idiot and knew that vampires didn't sleep in coffins or live in old, decrepid castles, but this was not something he expected them to live in.
It was large, open, bright... He couldn't say enough that it was beautiful. And even though it should have seemed out of place in the middle of a forrest, it didn't. It fit... beautifully.
He was seated on a couch in the living room with Potter and Edward. He turned his silver eyes to the vampire. "You have a lovely home," he said politely. Just because the vampires were friends with Potter did not mean that he would be rude. Father would kill me.
Edward smiled. "Thank you." He looked at the wizard curiously. "Please do not think that I have been trying to do so, but I can't read your mind. I thought it could be because you're a wizard, but I can hear Harry's thoughts a little too well sometimes." Harry blushed.
Draco laughed. "Potter told me you could read minds. And don't worry, I've known a few mind readers so I understand that you can't just turn it off. Actually, it more or less is because I'm a wizard that you can't hear my thoughts. I have studied Occlumency, a branch of magic to defend the mind against external penetration."
"Interesting," Edward replied. "How does it work? Can only wizards learn it?" He would certainly love for his family to study a bit of Occlumency. It was bad enough hearing them have sex when they were actually having sex, but hearing it in their minds was just icing on the cake.
"Can you teach me?" Harry questioned. He liked it much better when his thoughts were private.
"Sorry," Edward chuckled.
Draco laughed. "I'll have to introduce you to my godfather, Severus Snape, Edward. He can answer all of your questions. As for you, Potter," he continued, "I can't teach you. Severus was my teacher; you'll have to talk to him as well." He smirked when Potter groaned.
Edward saw Harry's thoughts of Snape. "I'm sure he's not that bad, Harry."
"You never had to take his Potions class," the wizard grumbled.
Draco rolled his eyes. "As fun as it is hearing you badmouth my godfather, there are more pressing issues to deal with."
"Oh yes," Harry replied, "The war. What about it?"
Draco raised a perfect blonde eyebrow. "I'm sorry? What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
"He thought the secret stuff you wanted to talk with him about was the war," Edward offered.
The blonde scoffed. "Come on, Potter. Is the war all you think about? Be a little selfish every now and then; think about yourself for a change. You are allowed to do that you know. We came here to get away from the war anyways; I wasn't even going to mention it."
It was with that little tirade that Harry decided he actually liked Draco. The blonde was the first person who had ever told him that he could be selfish. His family had only ever encouraged him to be at their beck and call. Boy, do this. Boy, do that. He didn't even have a name with the Dursely's. When he entered the wizarding world he became Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived. He was the boy that had defeated You-Know-Who. He was the boy that needed to keep defeating You-Know-Who. He was the boy that needed to think about protecting the entire wizarding existence. He loved his friends, he really did, but even they never really let him forget what he was supposed to do. No one had ever told him to just think about himself, had never told him it was okay to just be Harry.
'Or just Potter,' he thought with a smile. "Well, what do you need to tell me then?"
The blonde cast a glance towards Edward. "I'm not sure if it's something you'll want other people to hear..."
Harry chuckled. "Even if we cast a silencing charm, as soon as we released it Edward would hear my thoughts. The Cullens know now or they find out later. It really doesn't matter."
Draco sighed. "I guess you're right." How should I tell him? He hadn't really thought about it. "I'm not sure how to tell you this..." Should I just say it? "I should probably try to explain it..." Okay. Here it goes. "Wolves can only imprint on people who can continue their line." He stopped.
"Okay... go on..." Harry encouraged.
Clearly, he doesn't get. "Did you hear me?"
"Yes I heard you, and?"
"Interesting," Edward said softly.
At least the vampire is smart. Apparently I should just say it. "You can get pregnant, Potter."
The black-haired wizard's mouth formed an 'o' and his green eyes grew three times larger. Then, he laughed.
"I'm serious, Harry."
Maybe it was the tone of Malfoy's voice, or maybe it was the fact that he used his first name, but Harry stopped laughing. "You're serious...?"
"I wouldn't joke about this," the blonde replied. "I'm not sure how, but you can bear children. That's why Paul was able to imprint on you, because you can help him carry on his line."
"So... you too... Malfoy?" Harry questioned, trying to wrap his head around the idea that he could get pregant.
"I found out shortly after arriving in Forks," the blonde replied. "My father and Severus told me."
"How?"
Draco grimaced. "The Dark Lord had Severus create a potion..."
Harry's eyes widened. "So Voldemort could...?"
"Don't talk about it," Draco snapped. "We're talking about you. I already know everything that I need to know."
Edward just listened intently, knowing his family around the house was just as curious about this strange conversation.
"Well what else should I know?" Wasn't the fact that he could bear children enough? Of course not because he was Harry freaking Potter. (SNTLA: heeheehee 50 house points to whoever recognizes what I just said.)
"Imprints are soulmates. As you should know, soulmates have bonds. Now, listen carefully. I can't explain to you why because I don't know, but strong bonds have certain... gifts. Strongly bonded soulmates can share dreams, for example. If you paid any attention in school then you should know what I'm getting at. Aye, Potter?"
Harry rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I tend to zone out a bit during boring classes."
"Of course," the blonde replied, shaking his head.
Edward chuckled.
"When soulmates share dreams it's kind of like they actually experience the dream. I'll use Jacob and I as examples. Our bond is strong. If we share a dream and I end up punching him in the jaw, when he wakes up he will be rubbing his jaw. Make sense?"
"Whatever happens in a shared dream, for all intent and purposes, happens in real life," Edward concluded.
"Precisely!" Draco exclaimed. "Do you understand Potter? You need to be careful in your little Paul fantasies. You have sex while you're sharing a dream and it's like you had sex in real life."
Harry ran a hand over his face. "In all honesty, I feel like I'm dreaming right now." Why did it always happen to him? He sighed. "And how will I know if we're sharing a dream?"
"I can tell when Jacob and I are sharing a dream because we'll be in the middle of something and Jacob will suddenly wake up. He won't remember what we've been doing. Then I know that real Jacob has fallen asleep and woken up into my dream. That should work for you as well unless both of you fall asleep and begin to dream at the same time. Or if he goes to sleep before you. I'll have to ask Severus if there are any more defining characteristics to a shared dream," Draco explained. Harry had gotten a few shades paler. "Potter? What is it?"
"Last night," he said, "At some point, Paul seemed confused, like he wasn't sure how he'd ended up with me. I just shrugged it off because he caught on so quickly... Were we sharing a dream?"
"If you were having a sex dream then I'd say it was highly probable because he confessed to having a sex dream about you last night," the blonde answered.
"It was a sex dream," Edward pointed out. He had heard enough this morning to know that for a fact.
"I still don't understand how a boy could get pregnant," a new voice said.
Draco whipped his head around to see more vampires appearing. It seemed like the one who spoke was a beautiful blonde next to a giant of man. She was so pretty, it almost hurt to look at her. She also had an air around her that screamed, 'don't mess with me, peasants'.
"Draco," Edward began, "This is the rest of my family. Carlisle and his wife Esme, Alice and her mate Jasper, and Emmett and his wife Rosalie," he pointed to them in turn.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Draco replied with a smile. He looked pointedly at the blonde girl as he continued. "Do vampires make it a habit to eavesdrop?"
Carlisle stepped forward with a smile and offered his hand. "Not on purpose," he laughed.
I like this guy.
Draco smiled at the man and shook his hand. It was like ice. Something must have shown on his face because the man offered an apologetic smile and pulled his hand away.
"Sorry about that."
"Oh no," Draco rushed, "I was just surprised."
The man smiled brightly again. "I'm actually quite curious as to Harry's predicament as well," he said. "You see, I'm a doctor and as Rosalie pointed out, how can a male become pregnant?"
"You're a doctor?" Draco asked. "How can you...?"
"Years of practice," Carlisle replied knowingly.
"Are you ever going to answer our question?" the blonde female questioned icily.
"Are you ever going to stop interrupting?" Draco replied with a smile.
The big guy, Emmett, started laughing until the blonde glared at him. "Sorry, babe," he said with a smile. "I like you Draco," he added.
Draco smirked haughtily at the blonde girl and then looked at Carlisle. "I don't know how Harry can get pregnant. I know, for me, it was a potion that my godfather made. I can't tell you what it does or how it works. As I said, I've only known about it since I've been here in Forks."
"Are we not supposed to tell Paul and Jacob?" Harry questioned.
Draco sighed. "We should tell them; they deserve to know."
"Why haven't you said anything then?" the blonde female piped in.
"Why do you keep talking to me?" the blonde wizard shot back. They glared at each other.
'Oh hell,' Harry thought. 'She's like a female Draco. No wonder I've never liked her.'
Esme stepped in. "Now, now," she said in a motherly tone. "Mind your manners, Rose. Harry, Draco, dears, are you hungry? Should I fix something?"
The vampires (except Rosalie) all chuckled when they heard two stomachs rumble.
"I see your pets aren't taking proper care of you," Emmett said with a laugh.
Harry laughed a bit too while Draco bristled at the comment. He would let it slide for now to be polite, but he wouldn't allow them such a comment again.
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"How did you put up with a month of this?" Jacob exclaimed, flopping down on Paul's couch. He covered most of it.
"I almost didn't," the grey wolf replied, tossing a shirt to the other shifter. "Put that on before my mom gets back. She knows that we shift but she'll shit a brick if she can tell we were shifted. I don't think she wants to fully believe it."
Jacob pulled the offered shirt on. "I'm sorry man," he said. I don't know what I'd do if Dad didn't accept my shifting. Then again, it's part of the family so I doubt he wouldn't have accepted me. Paul's mom let her son know that she didn't think much of the wolf inside of him.
Paul shrugged his massive shoulders. "She's gotten better, doesn't drink as much." He pushed Jacob's feet off of the half of the couch he intended to sit on and sat down. He grabbed the TV remote and turned the TV on. He kept the sound down low. They could hear it just fine.
A comfortable if not bored silence fell between them. Neither of them said anything; they just watched the television.
"Bloody hell!" Jacob finally exclaimed. He wasn't a fan of silence, and he hadn't actually talked with Paul for a while because the grey wolf had exhiled himself over the last month.
"Bloody hell?" Paul questioned. "Really, Jake?"
Draco must be rubbing off on me. He shrugged. "It's a British curse." He turned to his friend. "What do you think the big secret is?"
It was Paul's turn to shrug. He turned the TV off; nothing good was on anyways. "I have no idea. Do you think something has happened? Maybe in the war? Do you think they get called to serve like Americans do?"
"You mean the British or the wizards?"
"The wizards. You think they get summoned or something and have to fight?" Like hell I'd let Draco go fight in a war. "And since there's a war going on, how have we not heard? Why haven't we seen?"
Jacob pursed his lips. "Draco said that the wizarding community was it's only little world. With magic they can hide just about anything I think."
It was quiet again, this time heavily so. There was no television to break the silence now. It was far from comfortable. Both of the shifters were thinking about their mates and a war that they had only recently been informed about. A few brooding thoughts later and Paul broke the silence.
"I don't like the idea of Harry fighting," he said.
"And I feel the same way about Draco," Jacob answered. I always knew Paul and I had some sort of connection.
"What are we supposed to do? I have a bad feeling that they won't be staying here forever."
"What can we do? I would, naturally, follow Draco anywhere. I would fight to the death, but I don't know how to fight wizards. I would probably get turned into a frog or something and end up failing him. We aren't immune to magic, the entire pack saw what he did to you on the beach that day."
Paul winced; he had tried to forget that, not that he ever could forget such pain. It had almost been as excruciating as the thought that he would never see Harry again. But only almost...
Jacob continued. "And we both saw the results of a wizard fight when Harry just showed up and nearly got himself killed."
Paul growled a bit.
"Oh calm down," Jacob snapped. "I didn't hurt him then and I won't hurt now. You're my friend and I couldn't do that to you. Even though I had every right to," he finished with a mumble.
Paul fought off the urge to retaliate angrily. It had to do with imprints and the fact that he would feel the same way in Jacob's shoes, but it also had a lot to do with the fact that it was Jacob. He could have allowed his anger to have the best of him, but the russett wolf was the only one in the pack that believed he wasn't just a short fuse away from hurting someone. He was a great friend. "Why is imprinting so hard all of the damn time?" he questioned, irritated. It was really like some higher power was out to punish them. What had they done?
Jacob chuckled. "I doubt it will be too bad for the rest of the guys. I mean, Fate was already a bitch when she turned Sam towards Emily when he was in love with Leah. Then, she made me imprint on Draco, a boy. It probably shouldn't have surprised any of us when you imprinted on a guy too, who just so happened to be my mate's enemy. How much more complicated could imprinting possibly get?"
Paul laughed in return. "I think you have a point." What else could possibly happen?
Doesn't he know he's not supposed to say that? ^.^
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Lucius tried not to mess up his hair as he lounged on the couch. It was almost more worrisome to live in their escape than it was living in the Manor where Death Eaters were constantly in and out.
Draco had left last night and still hadn't returned. Sure, Lucius knew he had to be safe because the shifter would be over in a flash if anything had gone amiss, but his worrying father's heart couldn't help but to... well, worry. Now that he wasn't under the watchful eye of the Dark Lord, and he could spend more time with his son, if Draco wasn't within reach he couldn't help but to assume the worst.
He was positive that he had always been like this, but having free time now only recently made him notice just how worried he always was. The Dark Lord had snatched Narcissa away, he couldn't have the evil man doing the same thing to his son.
Severus had informed him of a spell the Dark Lord was working on... He shuddered at the thought every time it crossed his mind. If that spell was perfected...
He sat up hurriedly when he heard the tell-tale signs of someone apparating.
"Draco?" he called.
"It's only me, Lucius," a slightly tired-sounding Potions professor said, walking into the room.
Lucius sat up and made room on the couch for his friend. The man sat down next to him appreciatively. "Are you okay?" the blonde questioned, scooting closer.
Severus smirked. "Gentlemen don't scoot, isn't that what you taught Draco?" He chuckled at the silver glare he received. "I just left Dumbledore's office. It seems that he took that sample of the potion I gave him, because he requires a sample of every potion I brew for the Dark Lord, and took it upon himself to give it to Harry. Of course, the boy didn't even know he took a potion, nonetheless what the potion was meant for. I don't know what inspired the old fool to give it to him. He had no right."
"You know," Lucius pointed out with a smile, "I'm sure if Potter knew how much you cared then he wouldn't be such a poor student and all-around rude boy to you."
Severus shrugged and offered his own smile. "The past is the past. There's no point in delving in to it. Besides, it's fun having an excuse to dock points from Gryffindor."
"I didn't think a student was a reasonable excuse."
"Only Potter." They both laughed. Severus wished his friend would laugh more. "When is Draco coming back?"
Lucius sighed and leaned heavily against his oldest friend. "I'm not sure. I just wish this was all over."
Severus put an arm around the blonde. "I know," he replied. He did know. He was leading a double life. He was now keeping two large secrets from the Dark Lord. Every time he appeared before the man, or creature, he would feel like he knew. He felt like his thoughts would be heard and the Dark Lord would know that he was being betrayed and would know that he had helped the Malfoys escape. He wasn't scared of the Dark Lord discovering that he was a spy because he didn't care what happened to himself, but he was deathly afraid that the evil man would find Lucius and Draco.
He couldn't let that happen.
Crucio him until he could barely breathe, fill him with unimaginable poisons of pain, Avada Kedavra his life away, he wouldn't care as long as Draco and Lucius were safe. Do absolutely anything to him as long as the Malfoy pair was kept from harm.
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Draco swallowed his last bite of some of the most delicious pasta he had ever had. Hogwarts' feasts had nothing on Esme's food. For someone with a household full of vampires who didn't eat, her cooking skills were incredibly amazing. He had taken that first bite and had had to bite off a moan of pleasure; it was that good.
"Is it good boys?" Esme questioned. All of the Cullens were just seated around the large table while Harry and Draco ate.
Potter replied enthusiastically with a mouth full of food. The blonde Slytherin had nearly lost the delicious meal he had just eaten. He politely swallowed the last bite, wiped his mouth with a neatly folded napkin, placed his fork neatly next to his empty plate, and smiled. "It was delicious. Thank you very much."
Esme looked very pleased and were she not a vampire, she would have been blushing with happiness. "Oh Draco, you're so sweet and polite. Such manners!"
Harry shot a pouty glare at the blonde. "Bloody Slytherin..." he mumbled faintly but everyone heard it, even Draco- who just smirked.
"I have a question," Jasper spoke up. The Cullens had been throwing out random questions as the wizards ate. Draco, of course, answered most of them because Harry just didn't know.
The blonde hadn't heard a question out of this Cullen yet though. "Yes?" he questioned, curious. He noticed that Edward suddenly looked a little weird.
The handsome vampire continued. "Your blood smells like normal human blood... but why isn't appealing to us?"
"Jasper!" Esme exclaimed, even though she knew they were all wondering the same thing.
Draco chuckled. "I don't know exactly, but I can tell you what I think. Potter and I have been chosen as soulmates to wolfshifters, a vampire's natural enemy. I believe it makes sense to assume that our bonds mask the appeal of our blood to you."
"That does make sense," Carlisle said. "This is all very intriguing. It's also very exciting to experience all of this new information after so many years of thinking there isn't much more to learn for now."
"I have a question too!" Alice exclaimed randomly. Everyone laughed. "Why can't I see your futures?" The Cullens seemed to deflate.
"What's wrong?" Harry questioned, confused.
"They're worried about us," Draco replied.
"Why?"
"If a Seer can't see our futures then the most likely cause is because we don't have futures to see," the blonde wizard replied solemnly.
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Lord Voldemort grinned as a young man was dropped before his feet. The smaller male looked up with large, scared violet eyes.
"D-D-D-Don't k-ki-kill me, p-p-pl-please..."
The Dark Lord just stared down at him, almost curiously.
"A-An-Anything... I'll d-do anything... P-P-Please..."
"Shh..." the Dark Lord finally replied. He bent down slightly to put his rough hand under the young male's chin and pulled him up to a standing position. "I'm not going to kill you, boy."
Those words scared the brown-haired teen even more, and he suddenly wished he had asked for death.
Lord Voldemort turned from the boy and pointed at one of his Death Eaters. "Sheppley. You like brunettes." He roughly shoved the teen towards the man. "Let's see if Severus' potion works." His spell was coming along nicely and soon the Malfoys would be punished.
He watched as Sheppley dragged the struggling brunette out of the room. It was a slight pity because the Darling family was a beautiful group, and pure, but the Malfoy family was the strongest and purest of all the wizarding lines. Let the lower families be test subjects. When the boy's struggles were no longer heard (or seen), he turned his red eyes towards an old friend. "I suggest you call Severus to check up on your boy tomorrow, Abberthy. I suppose he'll need it." He walked out of the room, to his chambers.
Abberthy Darling was still trying to get the image of his son being dragged away out of his mind. He wanted to run after the man who had taken his son. He wanted to hurt him. He wanted to run after the Dark Lord. He wanted to kill him. He wanted to save his son...
But he knew it would only cause more harm than good.
They were going to use his precious son as a test subject for that potion? That awful potion that Severus had created to help the Dark Lord spread his disgusting seed?
His son was going to be violated and he couldn't do anything...
Nothing...
It took everything within him not to collapse on the ground, but he stood tall and left the room to call on Severus. He was only able to comfort himself with the thought that the Dark Lord was at least not the one defiling is precious heir. Although, Arcus Sheppley was a vile man who had served multiple sentences in the wizarding world for the sexual abuse of young wizards. The Dark Lord had recruited him for his strong loathing of the Ministry and his distaste for Muggles and their associates.
Abberthy hurriedly wrote a note on a piece of parchment and folded it up. He pulled out his wand and placed the tip against the folded up note. "Dare Urgentibus to Severus Snape." Within a golden flash, the paper was gone. It was a spell he had created to send urgent news to his family and friends when need be. He didn't need to know where they were, just what their name was.
His letter would fall right in to Severus Snape's lap.
SasuNaruTLA: So I'm totally going to end it here! I would keep going but I don't want this chapter to just drag on and on and on!
And I don't know where the Darlings came from, but I like them! So why am I doing this to them? lol I don't know!
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