Harry probably shouldn't be laughing.

It wasn't funny.

Really.

But this was the third time Jake had managed to get trapped in a chain trap whilst trying to lure Jasper into one. Really at this point Jake should have realised that Jasper had an early warning system. This time even Harry had felt the mischief radiating off the wolf before he took a single step toward Jasper.

"Ah, are you testing the traps again Jacob?" Jake glared up at Jasper when the revenant knelt down to press the release. "Thought you finished doing that last night."

Harry snorted, laughter finally unrestrained in the face of Jasper's best innocent face.

Jake turned his glare on to Harry but Harry couldn't stop now, his cousin's affronted face just set off another round of giggles. He hadn't laughed in days, too busy panicking about, well, everything. He was willing to admit he might be a little hysterical.

He was in what Bill called his Mrs Weasley stage. Trying to feed everyone, complaining that no-one was dressed properly and fretting that everyone was way too young to get involved in all this bother.

Because they were too young.

Seth was 15.

Colin and Brady were 13.

At least everyone agreed with him about the newest pack members, they would have no part in this battle. They had agreed to use Harry's cabin as a fall back position and the 'puppies', as Jake kept calling them, would stay there.

They'd complained initially but when Bella said she'd be joining them as soon as the fighting started they looked suspiciously pleased. And now it was Edward who was complaining.

Edward had been suspiciously compliant this week so Harry was almost relieved when the revenant started complaining again.

The puppies would be safe. Breakable Bella would be safe.

That still left Seth and Seth was being stubborn.

Harry understood it, it must feel like an arbitrary line when Jake was 16 and allowed to participate.

But Harry knew Jake was a lost cause. He had enough of the Black madness to recognise it in other people and Jake would gnaw his way out of a prison with just his teeth if they tried to keep him away.

Seth had no excuse, according to Jake the notorious Clearwater common sense was meant to make Seth the reasonable one.

Nothing Harry said could convince him to stay at the cabin.

It didn't help that Bill kept raising his eyebrows at him every time he tried.

He would really appreciate the bastard buggering off back to the UK if he was just going to stay here and make Harry feel like a hypocrite for trying to prevent child soldiers from happening.

They were all too young.

Even some of the Cullens felt too young. Alice may be more than double his age but Harry was loathe to put her on a battlefield. No matter what her gifts were she didn't have a single vicious bone in her body.

And Edward was clearly going to get himself killed.

But he'd been overruled so he was left sulking at the back of training sessions. Sulking and frantically making port keys.

He'd made everyone taking part in the battle practice port key extraction every evening so far and they had started visibly cringing every time Harry turned up with a new set of awkwardly made friendship bracelets. He made them as cheerful as possible, each was brightly coloured with words like "Intransigent", "Vindaloo" and "Cardiovascular" spelled out on them.

He hadn't gotten any better at picking trigger words but he had stopped reusing words when one yelled Kerfuffle managed to send half the pack back to his cabin.

All of them were supposed to carry one to give themselves an option to retreat and one to emergency portkey out someone else.

At this point they were all getting slightly better at not immediately vomiting when they were transported but Harry had still filled his cabin with easy to access buckets and wet wipes.

Jasper maintained that he still preferred portkey to apparition which made no sense to Harry.

When Jasper lightly poked him Harry realised that he had spaced out again. "Hmm?" He looked up at his boyfriend who was smiling gently down at him.

"Harry?" Jasper asked, his tone light but but was clear that this was not the first repetition. "Do you have any plans for after tonight's session?"

Harry mood immediately improved and for a moment he questioned when this particular Pavlovian response had started. He immediately felt less stressed, something to look forward to that wasn't all his new friends and family dying on Saturday.

He coughed to clear the last of the panic and smiled up at Jasper. "None, do you want to come over and watch a film?"

"I'd love to."

They beamed at each other and Harry could feel happiness bubbling in his chest.

Fake wretching sounds came from behind him and Harry reminded himself, for the 10th time today, how many different ways Mrs Weasley would be disappointed in him if he murdered her eldest son.

He was running out of marmalade, he couldn't afford that loss.

Luckily Jasper was less violently inclined than Harry was so he just smiled politely at Bill for both of them and made his way back to the training session. They were using a foul tasting mint mixture to practice dosing their opponents with the Draught of Living Death and apparently were having some success with water pistols.

It risked an overdose if a revenant swallowed too much but as revenants didn't need to breathe the risk of them swallowing more than the first mouthful was minimal.

And if nothing else the sight of Emmett wielding a brightly coloured super soaker might confuse them.

Bill was still smirking at him.

"Remind me why you're here again?"

"I am honour bound to save my youngest brother from stupid decisions." Bill nodded sagely.

"And the thing in Mexico wrapped up early, Fleur is on a visit to her mother and doesn't need you home yet."

"That too."

They looked like they were close to wrapping up for the night, the wolves were starting to yawn and a couple of the revenant's eyes were darker than they had been.

Two days. They had two days left and Harry wasn't sure he'd done enough. He had warded the clearing to the teeth and prepared as many traps as could reasonably be fitted into a space that they were also meant to be fighting in.

It still didn't feel like enough in the face of 20 incredibly strong revenants.

20 newborns vs 7 revenants, 8 wolves and 2 wizards.

Beside him Bill sighed heavily. "This is why I'm here. You've done enough Harry, stop panicking."

Harry glared at the floor but was saved from answering by Jasper closing out training.

"Right everyone, we're taking tomorrow as a rest day. We've been training constantly for almost 2 weeks and we don't want to leave you exhausted before Saturday." Jasper glared at Quil and Embry who looked ready to protest the forced rest. A week under Jasper's quiet drill sergeant presence had taught them to respect (or maybe fear) his glares. "We will be getting together at Harry's tomorrow afternoon to go over any last bits of planning and to make sure everyone knows their part."

Most of the group split up to talk, getting ready to walk back to Cullens for dinner. At the beginning the wolves and revenants had mostly stuck to themselves but over the course of 12 days of nightly, and sometimes daily, training sessions those lines had started to blur.

The friendship that Emmett, Quil and Embry had struck become a source of increasing dread and Harry had a feeling he would be inducting his first revenant to the marauders soon.

Well, that was one way to make his dad's club live forever. He was going to have write a reference book if they were going to become a proper cult.

Maybe make up some special sounding gibberish chants and a uniform with lots of pockets for prank supplies.

Rosalie and Leah were one of the more confusing friendships. They had started out at each other's throats, throwing sarcasm and glares at each other consistently for the first week.

It had escalated to the point that Esme banned them from being in the same room. They broke one her favourite side tables in a tussle and Esme looked like she was close to murdering both of them under the weight of disappointed stares.

Then Rosalie found out about Sam and Leah's history and had been ready to remove the Alpha wolf's head from his shoulders. Leah had stopped the blonde vampire from violently attacking her leader but after that they had apparently had some actual conversations.

Mutual bonding over how terrible men are.

Harry couldn't knock it.

And now they were teaming up to be terrifying to other people and Harry was caught between feeling proud and horrified.

The weirdest one though was Edward and Seth.

They did everything together. Edward had even been caught helping Seth with his homework. When they weren't hiding in corners and talking about the coming fight they were talking about history, or music, or literature.

Edward, Bella, Esme and Seth had started a weird multi-generational book club that Harry wanted to avoid looking at too closely.

Edward had become almost pleasant and Harry was embarrassed to admit he found it unsettling. The night before Edward had complimented Harry on his friendship bracelets. Apparently their colour composition had improved and Harry didn't really know what to think about that.

He had been secretly pleased that someone noticed that he was trying after Quil had described the initial set as looking like colourful vomit.

But very disappointed that that person was Edward.

They were almost finished gathering up their stuff when Edward cleared his throat. Harry tried to restrain his instinctive eye roll. The guy was trying at least. He didn't deserve an eye roll yet.

Edward shifted awkwardly when everyone looked at him. "Erm, I was wondering if we would be able to see…" He trailed off and glanced back towards Seth who nodded at him encouragingly. A 120-year-old revenant should not be that encouraged by a thumbs up from a 15-year-old but Harry had long been of the opinion that Edward was an emotionally stunted toddler. So not that surprising. "Erm, that is, what are the wizards going to do?"

Oh, actually that one made sense.

Shit. He knew he had eye rolled preemptively.

Bill and Harry had worked together enough over the last 20 years that they didn't feel the need to do drills to make sure they could work with each other. It wasn't like they were about to fight wizards so they hadn't been needed to help train the wolves how to kill revenants.

They had been so focused on preparing the clearing. Wards took time and between the two of them they had turned the clearing into a very effective trap. No newborns would be leaving without Harry or Bill removing them.

But they hadn't exactly run through their plans for involvement in the actual fight, too focused on thinning numbers with preparation. They knew what they were going to do, they'd spent enough time this week using Jasper and Emmett as guinea pigs to see which spells actually worked on revenants. But it might be helpful for everyone else not to be surprised by that.

"Right." He looked at Bill blankly. "Yeah we should do that."

"I'll help!" Emmett crowed as he stepped forward, bouncing on his heels Emmett looked like an over-excited puppy. The revenant had clearly been looking for an excuse to try to attack Harry since he found out he was a wizard.

It was almost flattering.

Harry stared at the revenant before glancing a Bill who made it clear, with raised hands, that he wasn't going to get involved.

Harry sighed.

He trudged over to a safe distance and looked up to see everyone looking at him.

Bloody Edward. He was even worse when he was being reasonable.

He cleared his throat and drew his wand. A quick sonorous meant he didn't have to yell and had the added bonus of freaking out the wolves. "Bill and I have both fought vampires before but, er, the real ones." That got a glare from Edward, so maybe he hadn't been replaced by a pod person just yet. "And they are very different but have enough similarities that some of the same tactics will work. There's no relying on garlic and silver crosses when it comes to revenants so our focus is the same as yours, don't get caught."

He apparated to spot just behind Emmett before he span back to his original spot. "We'll be using apparition to avoid any close encounters and then, well, the main difficulty we'll have is hitting them. Spell fire is only as effective as your aim and you guys are incredibly quick. We will be using non-lethal force but we also still want to avoid hitting the rest of you guys so our challenge is going to be focused on picking the right blur to aim for." Harry glanced at Jasper who seemed far too calm for this situation to be a surprise. He had expected this, the bastard. "I'll show the rest of you some of the tricks we'll be using so you aren't all surprised."

"I thought only magicians used tricks." Jake crowed. Harry just flicked him.

Harry moved further into the field and squared up against Emmett who was grinning at him almost manically. "Right then. Charge away-"

Before Harry could even finish the instruction Emmett was running at him.

Merlin, they really were quick.

When Harry wasn't around to annoy with his grandiose announcements of Harry's fame Bill had been surprisingly tight lipped on Harry. But what he had said painted a picture of something extraordinary.

When Jake asked Bill why he didn't pop back and forth home to see the wife he clearly adored Bill had explained that apparition was difficult. Most wizards would struggle to travel any distance more than once a day and the process was tiring and risky when you were going somewhere you couldn't already see.

"My brother Ron almost left behind a shoulder once but most wizards wouldn't push it far enough to splinch more than a little bit of thigh or a finger." Bill had announced this like it wasn't a big deal that Harry could lose a finger. A finger. Bill blithely carried on like it was nothing. "I can do just about 800 miles on a good day, it was about my limit to get here from Mexico and that was with a lot of help from Kreacher. It's why I turned up alone rather than with the whole Weasley clan."

Jasper had frozen. 800 miles.

Harry had 'popped back to France to pick up some new ward stones because he hated the ones they used in the US and really he might as well swing by his favourite apothecary in Germany on the way back and pick up that supply of salamander blood he ordered.'

This morning. He'd done that this morning and the croissants to prove it were currently sat on the snack table.

And then there had been the whole blocking the revenants out of Bella's house thing. Apparently wards weren't meant to do that.

"You don't get it. It's not meant to be able to pick and choose people like that. The most wards are meant to be able to manage is telling is someone had magic or not." Bill poked at the exposed ward stone. "These arrays shouldn't work like this."

Harry's cabin was also frustrating to Bill. Apparently he had used runes in another way that wasn't meant to work.

The Cornish pixies had completely stumped him.

Harry was a wizard and apparently an exceptional one.

He was going to be fine.

Jasper watched as his brother squared up against his mate and pushed down his instinctive need to put himself between Harry and any threat.

Before Emmett got within arm's reach Harry disapparated to the far side of the clearing and sent a stream of brightly coloured lights over the rapidly closing distance between him and the large revenant. Most of them missed, but when they hit it was spectacular.

One sent Emmett cartwheeling into the sky.

Another one changed the ground around Emmett into quicksand before quickly changing back to solid ground as soon as he sank.

A burning orange spell made Emmett's tongue spill out from between his lips rapidly growing into several foot long. Harry used the distraction well, he plucked a water gun from Jake's loose grip and deliberately squirted Emmett in the face.

Then Emmett legs were sent into an uncontrollable jig, his bewildered face was worth the smack Emmett gave him when they reset from that attack.

Emmett moved so quickly and with each pass it was clear that Harry was struggling to track him, his eyes trailing milliseconds behind Emmett's position but Harry continued to send out a quick succession of spells.

Pushing spells directly in front of him as Emmett closed in meant Harry was more likely to hit but it risked an unexpected dodge leaving Harry completely open to attack.

Emmett skipped out of the way of a bright red light and directly into the path of something dark green.

Emmett's face rapidly hit the ground as his feet come to an absolute stop. Jasper raised his eyebrows, he could see the cracks forming along Emmett's ankles from here. Before the revenant could recover Harry sent another series of lights towards him, immediately Emmett's arms and legs locked together, ramrod straight. Thin chains wrapped around him and his mouth was forced open.

Beginning to end that run fight had taken maybe 10 seconds.

Bill muttered. "Show off."

Harry winked but he quickly sobered, it had been almost an hour and he looked winded. He gestured towards Emmett who had given up struggling on the ground in front of him. "Me against a single revenant with enough distance to prepare is easy enough." He sighed, "But spells are exhausting and all it takes is adding one more to the mix.

Harry waved his wand and Emmett was back up and this time he was joined by Rosalie.

They charged, neither of them deviated from the typical front on charge of a newborn but with two fronts Harry was completely unable to hold them off with the covering spell fire he had been using so far.

The first time Rosalie slipped through Harry repelled her with a solid looking shield that sent her spinning back over her husband's shoulder and bought Harry enough time to disapparate to the other side of the clearing.

The next time it was closer, Rosalie got within an arm's reach and the shield only just stopped her from getting to him. The impact drove Harry back this time, and the momentary distraction of losing his feet was all it took. Before he could react Emmett was on him.

Before any human could react.

Jasper couldn't help the guttural sound that escaped him at the sight of Emmett's hand around Harry's neck. He looked so delicate in Emmett's huge hands.

Emmett glanced towards him apologetically and released Harry immediately.

Jasper was immediately at Harry's side without any real memory of moving, hands cradled lightly around his face.

Jasper ignored Harry's blushing in order press a quick kiss against his forehead. He closed his eyes briefly before he turned to look at the rest of the group who were looking at them grimly.

Any of the wolves could have moved out of the way of that attack in time.

Any of the revenants could have made it across the short distance to Emmett before he'd even had a chance to move.

It had never been more clear that wizard or not Harry was still human.

Bill coughed. "And Harry a far better duellist than I am with far bigger reserves of power. I'd have been out of the picture in minutes."

Jasper, Bill and Harry had discussed this extensively. Things had been thrown. There had been threats. It had finally been Bill's threat of letting someone called McGonagall know about him pulling a 'Hagrid' whatever that meant that had made Harry back down.

"Which is why once the newborns are within the wards Harry and Bill will be attacking from outside them." Jasper was relieved when everyone seemed to nod at this idea.

The things that Harry could do were impressive.

Jasper was less impressed with his willingness to risk himself unnecessarily.

He could be just as effective from the edges of combat.

That didn't stop Harry from glaring at him.

Jake was looking frustratingly amused.

"I'm on emergency first aid so I'll head back to the cabin if any of you have to transport out for any reason." Bill continued from behind the group which thankfully stopped them all staring at Harry and Jasper for a moment. Jasper pressed another kiss to Harry's temple and tried to ignore how prickly his mate had become in the last few seconds.

Esme caught his glance and nodded before she turned to the rest of the group clapping her hands together loudly before they could descend back into conversation. "Back to ours for Bucatini all'Amatriciana! I picked up the recipe in Rome in the 70's and I've been dying to try it out!"

The wolves ignored everything else in their single-minded journey back to pasta, they had learned over the last 2 weeks that Esme's cooking was well worth hanging out with revenants for. If Harry was making cookies it would at least split the crowd slightly but the call of the carbs was strong.

The last two weeks had made Jasper very sad that he couldn't really taste food anymore. It still smelt fantastic.

Especially now the smell of cooking wasn't clouded by all the blood.

The revenants trailed after the wolves, Emmett already calling out a challenge to the terror twins of the Quileute pack. Rosalie rolling her eyes but skipping ahead to plot with Leah anyway.

Soon the clearing was empty.

Jasper was going to need to stop ignoring the very tense Harry he was still holding very soon.

He had a feeling that patting him on the head would not be the best way to go.

Harry knew his current breakdown wasn't exactly the most subtle thing in the world.

Now all the wolf-shaped distractions were gone he was struggling to organise his thoughts enough to even work out what he was freaking out about this time.

This week had mostly been a sustained mental breakdown but he had managed to keep most of it inside. Most of it.

Kreacher had promised he wouldn't tell anyone about all the broken crockery in the library yesterday and Harry had been really specific about the wording this time.

He had been ignoring the fact that after all of this preparation. After the traps and wards and carefully laid plans. Fucking friendship bracelets and fall backs. He was still going to be stuck the other side of an invisible line from his new family.

He desperately focused on his breathing, the thin rattle in and out was the only sound he could hear and even Jasper's arms around him weren't grounding him.

Another breath.

Another burning image behind his eyelids.

Everything that could go wrong.

Another breath.

Everything he could lose.

Everyone he could lose.

Another breath.

Harry gasped as Jasper's fingers ghosted over his cheeks, and he opened his eyes to gold eyes swimming with concern.

Jasper nudged him lightly with his nose before he pressed another one of those cold, burning kisses to Harry's forehead. "Home?" Jasper questioned, his voice rumbling against Harry's face where his lips were still pressed.

Harry nodded. "Home."

Jasper glanced down at him and his lips quirked into one of those breathless smiles. A hint of mischief was the only warning Harry got before Jasper murmured "Diffibulate."

The portkey grabbed behind Harry's navel and they were both jerked into the blurry, tumbling space that portkeys pulled people through. Seconds later they were spinning back into their existence in Harry's living room, to Jasper's credit the revenant only lightly staggered.

Harry pressed closer for a moment, pulling as much of Jasper's calm as he could into his own body before he sighed and detangled himself.

"Food." He murmured as he moved towards the kitchen, blinking down blearily at the full bowl of stew that was immediately thrust under his nose by an eye-rolling Kreacher.

"Master must eat." The house elf, pushed Harry into a chair and deposited the stew and a plate of bread rolls in front of him. "Must keep up strength if master is going to be making bad choices."

Kreacher had decided about a week ago that all these vampires were bad for Harry's health.

Since then he had attempted to evict Jasper twice and when that didn't work had tried throwing garlic, silver and, somehow the little monster had even gotten a hold of what he claimed was, holy water at Jasper.

No amount of explanation seemed to convince Kreacher that Jasper wasn't about to eat Harry and Jasper had taken to being permanently ready to dodge whenever Kreacher was around.

The stew was delicious.

"Hey Kreacher."

"Yes fake Master who is trying to let the noble house of Black die in disgrace and filth?"

Harry sighed and rested his face in his hands. Time to pull out the big guns. "Could you make sure Andromeda's place is clean as a thank you for looking after Teddy?"

The little house elf's eyes widened hopefully. "How clean does the master want it to be?"

"As clean as you can make it please Kreacher." Kreacher crowed happily and then disappeared with a snap of his fingers.

His unnerving cackle lingered in the air in a way that had to be a deliberate choice.

Jasper at the spot where the elf disappeared placidly. "Is that a… treat?"

"A distraction." Harry finished up his stew. "He loves Andromeda and will clean every inch of her house if she lets him, he remembers her from when she was a baby and would visit her cousins at Grimmauld place."

"So she doesn't mind having him around?" Jasper seemed unsure. "That seems-"

"Unlikely? Yup." Harry mopped up the last of the dregs. Merlin, Kreacher knew how to do incredible things with bread. "She has some fond memories but Morgana, I'm going to owe her a massive Christmas present."

Jasper laughed and settled at the kitchen table next to Harry, now Kreacher wasn't there to pelt him with whatever his latest garlic based concoction was, the revenant seemed more willing to relax.

The fell into a comfortable silence whilst Harry cleared up his plate and before long they were curled up on the sofa, some kind of film in the background that Harry hadn't caught the name of.

But appeared to involved a plane full of criminals? Harry shrugged, muggles were incredibly creative.

Harry rested his head back on Jasper's shoulder and sighed.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Okay."

Harry closed his eyes and curled to press his face into Jasper's neck. "But I probably should."

Jasper settled his hand against the back of Harry's neck and he felt like he was going to melt into him.

This was easier if he didn't have to look.

"I've watched so many people die." Harry swallowed against the tightening of his throat. "People I loved, people I hated, people I didn't even know."

He breathed steadily, focusing on the easy in and out. "I just don't know how many more people dying I can take, and it's never going to stop. I am never going to be able to stop it all. People are never going to stop dying."

Jasper was breathing with him and Harry found that endlessly comforting. His eyes teared up and he pressed his face harder into Jasper's neck.

"I'm happy here and on Saturday I am going to have to watch from the other side of a ward line when it all falls apart again-" Harry choked back a sob and noted distantly that Jasper's neck was starting to feel damp and he should probably be embarrassed by that. "Jasper, what do I do when Jake dies? Or Billy?" Harry could feel the hysteria rising in him like boiling oil running through his veins.

Jasper hummed and shushed him, stroking gently. "They aren't going to die Harry. We've prepared well. You don't have to-"

"But they will die Jasper!" Harry recoiled from the revenant flinging himself back to the corner of the couch as the abrupt need for no more touch rose in him. "They will all die, Jake, Embry, Quil, Seth." Harry sobbed, tears now streaming down his face unchecked. "Teddy."

Jasper didn't try to touch him again to Harry's relief. He just tucked a blanket over Harry's shoulders and passed him a pillow that Harry hugged gratefully to his chest.

Harry sat in despair for a long moment, the familiar feeling washing over him in waves as his imagination played through all the ways he would-could lose his family all over again.

Jasper just sat there in silence with him, his even in and out of unnecessary breath giving Harry something to concentrate on that wasn't his terrible thoughts.

Harry had no idea how much time passed with him just shakily trying to breathe alongside Jasper but when Harry finally felt the overwhelming despair recede it was dark outside and Crookshanks had curled up in his lap.

He smiled shakily down at the cat, a familiar bit of companionship when Harry felt this overwhelmed. Gently he ran his hand down Crookshanks back and let his fingers sink in to her warm fur.

Jasper came back from the kitchen and handed Harry a cup of tea before settling back against the other arm of the sofa.

Harry knew if he focused too hard on Jasper's kindness it was just going to send him off the deep end again so Harry just took a sip and focused on the cat in his lap.

"You know, I went back, after my time with Maria. I wanted to see if anything was left of the house I grew up with, see what happened to my family after I went missing." Jasper's voice was quiet but strong. "I went back to where I grew up and nothing was the same. The neighbourhood I remembered had been paved over. It was after WWII and Houston was one of the fastest growing cities in the US and the little house I remembered had been swallowed by clapboard houses for workers in a new oil refinery."

Jasper glanced over at Harry who managed a small smile.

"At first I was angry. Everything that I had held on to for the last 100 years was gone, the little piece of hope I had that something had survived was gone. I dug into records, sneaking into to libraries and government buildings after dark to see if I could find anything about what happened to my family. Both my brother's died fighting near Galveston, names still up on some saccharine memorial to a lost war." Jasper snorted. "They didn't make it that much longer than me, only a year. Spent 4 years and their lives fighting in a war they knew nothing about."

The cushion Jasper was fiddling with ripped, and he stared down at the feathers that escaped in frustration.

"I was listed as missing, presumed dead. My mother died 6 years after the war ended and my dad followed not that long after." Jasper paused and Harry reached out, shifting until he was leaning back up against Jasper's shoulder. Crookshanks meowing grumpily but letting Harry rearrange them until the cat was snuggled between them, their hands clasped together. "But my sister lived, she was 21 when my dad went and she sold up and moved into town. Ended up married to a businessman, something to do with raw metals and had 5 children. She was long gone in the 1940's but her kids were still around and so were their kids. And their grandkids."

Jasper smiled up at Harry. "My sister's youngest great grandchild looked just like her when she was a baby and one of her grandkids had her laugh." He smiled, less bitter this time. "I missed seeing her grow up, seeing her grow old and I will never be part of those kid's lives but it makes me so happy that a little piece of them lives on."

Harry was crying again but he didn't find that he minded so much this time.

"Hey, Jasper. I love you."

"I love you too, Harry."

"Want to watch me sleep?"

Jasper laughed. "I'm not my brother, I'll sit with you until you do though."

"Okay."

"Okay."