Chapter 1: Intrusions

"Oh yes! George! Oh!"

The redhead between his legs accentuated his thrusts, making Harry cry out his pleasure even louder. Orgasm was approaching, it really wasn't far off, but knocks drummed on the door had the effect of a cold shower on them.

"Harry! I know you're there! We need you. Now!"

George tried to resume his movement and ignore Hermione, but she kept calling for her best friend and even began threatening to come in. With an annoyed grumble, the older man put an end to their activity and left for the adjoining bathroom.

Harry huffed and reached for his wand to unlock the door with an unspoken spell. He stood up without making a show of his nakedness as Hermione entered the room.

"Harry, I need you to... Oh by Merlin, but will you please cover up?" she insisted, looking away.

¨Why? This is at least the tenth time you've interrupted us and the fifteenth you've dragged me out of bed. You must know what I look like by now... and Ron knows that nothing will ever happen between us.¨

¨That's no reason to walk around naked in front of me!¨

¨You shouldn't have interrupted us. What's so urgent?¨

¨There's a clan of Muggle vampires in the Burrow.¨

¨What?" came George's worried voice.

¨They're not threatening, but they insist on talking to Harry."

The latter couldn't understand why Muggle vampires were looking for him, let alone why they were now at the Weasleys', but he was certain he wasn't going to risk anything happening to his family of heart.

"I suspect so, you're too quiet for them to be," Harry replied. ¨I'll get dressed and we'll be on our way.¨

¨All right, I'm going back to the Burrow, hurry up."

The Survivor huffed as he headed for the bathroom, which George had just left with a towel around his hips. The latter didn't want his sister-in-law to see him unclothed and had waited for her to leave before returning to the bedroom to get dressed. Harry took a quick shower and changed into the first clothes he could find: jeans with holes from wear and tear, a T-shirt with a faded design and a black sweatshirt. He joined George in front of the fireplace, and they entered one after the other in the fireplace to go to the Burrow. No one was surprised to see them arrive together; Harry had been working for the joke store for a year, since the end of the war, and lived above it. For both their mental rest, no one in the family knew what was going on between them.

Six vampires were gathered in the living room of the Burrow. Molly, Arthur, Percy, Ron, Hermione and Ginny. Ginny glowered at him before turning her attention back to the strangers. She was still angry with him for breaking up with her a few months after the war when he'd realized he was much more attracted to his brother than to her. He'd never told her, but he and George had slept together, one night when they'd decided to drown their dark thoughts in alcohol, before he'd left her. She'd better not find out.

Harry turned his attention back to those who had asked to see him; they were seated in the armchairs and sofas, just like the Weasleys. George sat down on a chair and Harry preferred to stand, the quiet attitude of the vampires putting him at ease, and after half a minute of hesitation, he went to kiss the Weasley parents, Percy and Ron, before shaking hands with the newcomers and introducing vampires smiled at him as they too introduced was Carlisle, doctor and head of the coven, a tall, blond and charming man. His wife Esmée, an interior designer, was a shoulder-length brunette. Next came Rosalie, a blonde bimbo, and Emmett, a huge, muscular brunette. Finally, he met Edward, a lanky chestnut-haired man, and his mate Alice, a bubbly, short-haired brunette. All had coppery eyes, a sign that they didn't consume blood of human origin.

"To what do we owe the honor of your presence?" asked Harry, sitting next to Hermione.

¨We think you can help us find one of our members who disappeared in 1981."

The Survivor's gaze was drawn to his friend, who was writing a note in the notebook on her lap.

"Close your mind, one of them is telepath."

Past the usual question about the young woman's all-knowing faculties, Harry concentrated on his occlumency and turned his gaze to Carlisle.

"It's been a while. What makes you think he's still alive and we can help you?¨

¨Alice is a seer. She has visions of him on a regular basis that have allowed us to narrow our search area, until we arrived at the certainty that he is imprisoned by your government."

Harry tensed at the mention of Alice's gift, visions concerning him had never created anything good in his life, but he took it upon himself not to refuse them his help for that reason, something inside him urged him to agree to listen to them.

"And I suppose it was a vision that brought you here to ask for our help?"

Carlisle nodded with a benevolent smile.

"The Savior returns!" squeaked Ginny.

Harry barely held back a sigh, they hadn't been together for a year, she really needed to put her grudge aside now.

"If you don't want to help, you know where the exit is," Percy replied, not even trying to hide his annoyance.

¨This is my home too!" exploded the younger girl.

¨Ginny, come with me," ordered Molly.

Everyone remained silent until the two women came out.

"Harry, if someone has been held prisoner at the Ministry for eighteen years, I'd like to know about it."

The young man understood Percy, who had worked at the Ministry since leaving Hogwarts; he was an upright, hard-working man for whom the idea of justice was important. He exchanged glances with his two best friends; for once, they agreed with Percy.

"If we're going to help you, we'll have to lay our cards on the table," he announced.

The vampires looked at each other, surprised by this sentence, but Harry continued, deciding to put into practice what he had just announced.

"We know that in addition to having a seer in your family, you have a telepath."

Again, the coven members exchanged glances and Edward raised his hand.

"That's right, I'm a telepath.¨

¨Why didn't you tell us?" asked Arthur.

¨It's never something we talk about out of the blue. How did you know?¨

¨I felt the intrusion in my mind," replied Hermione. ¨Are there any other powers in your clan?"

There was another pause before Carlisle spoke again.

"Jasper, whom we're looking for, is an empath, a very powerful one.¨

¨Tell us in what context he disappeared," asked Hermione.

¨What are you thinking?" asked Harry, who had seen the cogs in his friend's brain kick into gear.

¨Wait a minute.¨

¨We were near Hadrian's Wall when we were attacked by another vampire coven. They captured him. We tracked them down and found their castle, but when we arrived, they were all dead, Jasper was nowhere to be found."

The sorrow in the doctor's voice made Harry shiver, but he realized he wasn't the only one when Arthur intervened.

"He's like a son to you." It wasn't a question, but Esmée answered for her husband.

"Yes, as are Edward, Rosalie, Emmett and Alice.¨

¨We consider ourselves more of a family than a family."

The other vampires nodded and Hermione spoke again.

"Would you mind if we looked at your memories of that night?¨

¨Is it dangerous?" asked Edward before Carlisle could speak.

¨'No, though, we'd need a pensieve¨, replied Arthur.

¨There's one in the square," informed Harry. ¨In fact, you can stay there if you like."

The vampires accepted the offer, and each wizard apparated one of the immortals to Sirius's former home. Rosalie and Alice grinned in disgust as they discovered the abandoned mansion. Harry couldn't bring himself to renovate it; touching Sirius's things was too painful for him, but the memories of his godfather hurt too much to live there. So he had accepted George's offer to occupy the studio above his apartment, itself above the store. So it had been a year since he'd set foot in the former HQ of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Sorry." he merely said before heading for the attic, accompanied by Arthur.

He knew Ron and Hermione would explain the state of the house for him while he searched for the pensieve. It took him and Arthur a good half-hour to find it, as the attic was full of magical objects and odds and ends. By the time they got back downstairs, the kitchen had been cleaned, everyone was seated around the table and Hermione was holding a vial filled with a silvery liquid.