Jasper brought Harry back inside; the image of his oldest vampire brother exploding wouldn't leave his mind. They all watched as Harry walked upstairs with his son in his arms. That image alone made his heart contract in pain. Feeling Harry's emotions when he saw his mate explode was breaking his own heart. Never did he want to experience something like this; it was impossible for him to imagine losing his own mate. That thought alone made him tighten the hold he had on Alice. He noticed that the rest of the family was doing the same; Carlisle was hugging Esme close and Emmett was tightening his hold on Rosalie. All were realising they had lost a member of their coven, their family member and that Harry's pain could have been their own. They didn't need to be an empath to know he was in pain.
Everyone was lost in their own thoughts, all mourning the loss of their coven member; their brother or their son. None of them could believe it had been that easy to kill a vampire; all those…Death Eaters, as Harry had called them, had to do was say something in Latin and the next moment the vampire was gone. Although none of them had seen it, they knew that the scattered pieces would go up in a flame once they were separated; that's how the spell worked. All the vampires remembered Harry telling them about it once before. At that time they had found it difficult to believe him but now they knew it was true.
Jasper remembered the first time that he had seen Harry. Esme had been talking about him for weeks now, that there was something about him that she couldn't explain, al she could say was that there was this certain pull towards him that pulled you in and wouldn't let you go. He, as had the rest of their coven, been very curious to find out what she was talking about. The moment that Harry, then Harrison, had walked into the cafeteria Jasper had understood what his vampire mother had been talking about.
There was indeed this pull towards Harry, all Jasper's instincts had screamed ‘coven'. He hadn't understood why he had felt like that until Alice told him of a vision; one where Edward was happy with an unknown male. She had never been able to see Harry's future, for some reason her ability didn't work on him. This was probably why she hadn't seen the attack of Dumbledore on C.J. last July or the attack of the Death Eaters.
When he had found out that Harry and later C.J. were indeed part of the coven he had gone to find out what that meant. He found out that Harry was destined to be with one of their coven members. It was as if fate had brought Harry to Edward, knowing how happy they would make each other. There was no way in hell that fate could be so cruel as to tear these two lovers, who were meant to be together, apart…apparently it was…
Jasper let out a moan of pain when he felt the wizard's emotions overwhelming him; his heart breaking all over again. The empath was grateful his mate was holding him up for he was sure the pain would have him crumbling to the ground.
"Someone should check on him," he said breathlessly and felt his mate gave him a comforting squeeze. "No one should be alone in these times and we should take care of him, for Edward…"
When no one made a move, Jasper stepped forward. "I'll go," he said before he walked up the stairs. It took him a moment, for the emotions were overwhelming him – had he been human he would have definitely passed out – but he walked on and eventually entered the bedroom.
If his heart wasn't broken before, it would have definitely broken now; Harry lay curled up, eyes blood red with tears, his arms around C.J. The emotions that radiated from the wizard were practically killing him; it felt as if his heart was torn out and he was bleeding from the gaping wound that refused to close.
"Harry," Jasper said softly and kneeled down in front of the wizard after walking over to the other side of the bed.
Blood shot eyes locked with topaz coloured ones and for a moment Harry thought Edward had returned to him but then he noticed the blonde locks and knew how stupid that was; Edward was gone, never to return.
"Am I…Is he?" Harry stopped, not sure how to form the words. "Am I hurting him?" He asked after a moment.
It took Jasper a moment to understand what the young wizard was asking him but then he realised he was asking about his son; knowing his emotions were probably overwhelming him. He tuned in on the youngest occupant's emotions before replying. "He seems to have found a way to block your emotions; he's worried and confused. He doesn't understand what you're feeling but he knows it's hurting you. There's also a slight feeling of hope." Jasper didn't need to explain what the hope meant; C.J. knew that whenever his daddy was hurting his papa would come to make him feel better and vice versa.
"Could you?" Harry couldn't get much out; the heart ache was making it difficult for him to talk or focus on his words.
A moment later, Jasper was sending calming waves. Harry closed his eyes and let the calming waves enter him and flow through his entire body. He could feel it settle down, letting the heart ache leave him alone for now, and leaving him only with the need for vengeance.
Jasper winced as he felt the overwhelming need for vengeance coming from the wizard. It was taking over his heart and Jasper couldn't blame him for he wanted the same.
Harry sat up, a plan forming in his mind. "Jasper, didn't you think of battle strategies in your human life?" The wizard vaguely remembered Edward telling him that Jasper had been a soldier before he was turned.
"Yes," Jasper confirmed with a startled expression on his face, silently wondering what the wizard was up to.
"Then you'll be able to come up with a plan to attack the death eaters?" Although the sentence was formed in a question, it sounded more like an order.
"If I have the necessary information I may be able to come up with a strategy," Jasper told him with a gentle tone.
"Let's go gather the information we need, we need to make a plan…" Harry was determined and picked up C.J. and was about to walk out the room when Jasper stopped him.
"Harry, stop. You need to rest," he began but was cut off by the wizard.
"No, I need to do this. I can rest when I'm dead," the words were cold and cut Jasper like a knife; realising that they would lose Harry as well. He should have realised it sooner, no mate could live without the other.
All the empath could do was nod and follow Harry downstairs. The wizard entered the living room where all the Cullens were watching him with a worried look on their faces. "We're going to attack them," he told them, although he was certain they all had heard his conversation with Jasper minutes before. "They are going to pay for what they've done."
All the vampires could hear the venom in his voice and for a moment they didn't recognise the usually sweet and caring boy in front of them but once the words registered they all felt the same; those wizards were going to pay for what they've taken from them.
"So, the first thing we need to do is find out their location and their numbers. Do you know how many people we need?" Harry asked Jasper to clarify things.
Earlier, Harry had contacted the Diggorys and asked them to take care of C.J. Although he hadn't seen them since last summer, he had stayed in contact with them and had kept them updated on what was happening in his and his son's lives, while they kept him posted on their own and the latest news of the British Wizarding World.
It had been difficult to send his son away, the black hole that was his heart ever since his mate died only grew bigger as he watched his son disappearing through the Floo. For a moment he wanted to protest but the knowledge that C.J. would be safe from the Death Eaters won. Had C.J. still been with them he would have been distracted, too worried as he wondered if his son was safe or not.
With a heavy heart he watched his son disappear in green flames but pulled himself together and got right to business with Jasper.
"Yes," Jasper answered his question. "It isn't necessary for all of us to go but this way we'll have the advantage."
"I could call in the Aurors but they won't follow our lead," Harry mussed out loud. At Jasper's confused look he elaborated. "They are the police in the magical world. Like the muggle police they have their own tactics on handling these situations. But I guess we could use them as backup?"
"Six vampires against thirty something wizards, isn't enough. We'll need backup; we were barely able to hold our own…" Jasper stopped not being able to finish his sentence when he felt the wizard's emotions.
Harry closed his eyes as he saw his mate explode once more. The image wouldn't leave him alone. After a moment, he nodded his head. "I shall see if I can get Jack to contact them, they'll be able to find their location."
Suddenly Jasper's head shot up, and he stared at the front door. "What's wrong?" Harry asked, confused, he hadn't heard anything but then again he didn't have vampiric senses.
"Something's wrong," Jasper only replied as he got up and went outside. Immediately he crouched into a defensive position when he took in the scene before him; ready to protect his mate and family.
With his wand out, Harry followed the empath, afraid there was another attack on them. He carefully walked outside, a hex ready on his lips especially when he heard one of the vampires growl. The first thing he noticed were the two wands pointed at his family, then he noticed who was holding them. "Luna? Neville?" He asked and took a step towards them, not believing his eyes.
"Harry!" The witch let out a cry before she rushed over to him and hugged him close.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked bewildered. The last time he had seen his two friends was back in his fifth year, two years ago. Both had been members of the D.A. which Harry had taught. They had been his friends once, maybe even the only two who hadn't shunned him when they'd found out he was gay. They had been loyal to him once, but so had Hermione and Ron. Where they still his friends or did they believe the press?
Although he had sent them a letter, explaining what had happened and how much he missed them, to which they had responded that they understood but missed him as well, he was still a little worried they might turn against him.
"Mrs. Diggory told us what happened. That the Death Eaters have come back and are, once more, looking for you," Luna explained.
"We've come to help," Neville told him, speaking up for the first time since he arrived. "It's good to see you, Harry." He held out his hand which Harry shook.
"And you two as well," Harry replied with a smile. He turned to his family and realised he should be giving introductions. "Neville, Luna, this is my…mother and my father," he added the last a little uncertain for he hadn't known what else to call them. "Esme and Carlisle." All the vampires had relaxed when they realised the witch and wizard were Harry's friends. "These are my sisters; Rosalie and Alice and my brothers, Jasper and Emmett," he introduced his siblings as he pointed them all out.
"It's very nice to meet you all," Luna said, sweetly and shook al of their hands. Neville was a little sceptic but figured if Harry trusted these vampires he could as well.
"Why don't we go inside? It's getting rather chilly and I could make you some tea," Esme smiled as she invited the visitors inside. Now knowing that these were Harry's friends, they were ready to invite them in.The vampires left the wizards and witch alone but made sure they were always close enough to step in if something happened.
"You do realise I'm only letting you help because I know you're both too stubborn, right?" Harry asked after thanking Esme for the tea which she had placed in front of them.
"Of course," Luna smiled brightly. "We figured you could use all the help you could get."
"Yes, I could, thank you," Harry replied with a grateful smile.
"We also bring some news," Neville informed him. "We believe Fred and George Weasley have been captured by the Death Eaters."
"The twins?" Harry asked in disbelief. For all the years he had known the twins, they had always stood by him. They never judged him or did anything against him; they had always been the first ones to believe him. Thinking back to the day he had been taken back to Britain, he didn't remember seeing them there. "When were they taken?"
"About two weeks ago they were taken from their shop," Neville told him, with a sad tone. "We fear the worst…"
Harry nodded at his words. Two weeks being held by Death Eaters wasn't a good outcome. They'd have been tortured every day, they would be lucky to be alive; although after being tortured for two weeks, death would be a welcoming treat… "Have they taken anyone else?"
"We are not sure," Neville began. "They've broken into Hogwarts a few times but no one was taken as far as we can tell. Though they have tried to take Seamus and Dean but they were lucky enough to get away."
"Why do they want me now?" Harry asked after a moment. He'd been gone for two years. "Why didn't they come sooner?"
Both Luna and Neville didn't know how to answer him so they kept quiet.
"Percy," Harry said out loud. "It's because they are now being led by Percy."
"Percy Weasley?" Luna asked in disbelief. Neither she nor Neville would ever suspect a Weasley of doing something so horrible. Though, if they thought back over the last two years, they'd seen what ludicrous things Ron Weasley had said about his once best friend.
"I'm sure you've heard they whole deal with Dumbledore?" At his friends nods he continued. "Dumbledore wanted to bind me to Percy. When Percy gained total control of my magic he would give it to Dumbledore and Percy would get all my money. He's now back for that…"
"That doesn't make sense," Neville observed. "I get that he wants your money but I doubt that's the reason he's here now."
Harry took a moment to think back to his meeting with Percy. "I think you are right," he said after a moment. "He kept telling me what a great man Dumbledore was. To tell you the truth it sounded as if he had a crush," the last statement received sniggers from the two visitors. "I believe he's here for revenge on killing Dumbledore. I just don't understand why the Death Eaters are following him…"
"I wish we could answer that question for you, but we don't know," Luna said softly. "We figured out, they tried to capture anyone you know to get your location."
"But neither Fred nor George know where I live," Harry remarked.
"Yes, we know that but the Death Eaters don't," she replied.
"So, once again, people are being tortured because of me?" Harry asked in an agonised voice. Pain filled his eyes and if it wasn't for Jasper sending him calming waves from somewhere in the house he would have probably burst out into tears.
His two friends both carried sympathetic looks, which he couldn't stand and looked away from them. It didn't take him long to make a decision.
"Jasper and I were making up a plan to attack the Death Eaters. I was going to call in the Aurors before you burst in and hopefully they'll be able to find them. I would appreciate any help you can give me as long as you stay safe," he told them. "I don't want to lose any of you. I've lost enough."
Exhausted, Harry entered his bedroom and fell down on the bed. He had just renewed the wards around the house so the Death Eaters wouldn't be able to find them and it exhausted him. Tiredly he wiped his eyes after he closed them but opened them again when he felt a presence beside him.
"Are you all right?" Jasper asked and sat down on the bed next to him.
"Yes, just tired," Harry answered.
"Using your magic exhausts you," Jasper observed. "Why do you keep using it when you don't have to?"
"The wards I put around the house make it impossible for the Death Eaters to find it again and when someone enters the property, I'll know immediately." Harry explained. "Unfortunately they need to be renewed ever week, give or take."
"Why can't you let your friends do it?" Jasper asked, he had noticed how exhausted Harry had become these past few weeks after putting the wards up.
"They don't know this particular ward, it's not in the Hogwart's textbooks and only someone who actually lives in the house can use it," Harry explained softly.
"Do you suppose those Death Eaters are using a similar spell to keep them hidden from us?"
"Yes, I suppose they are," Harry replied with a sigh. It was taking them longer than he thought to attack the Death Eaters and he was slowly losing hope of being able to play out his revenge before his time was up.
"We'll get them," Jasper promised him after feeling his emotions. He knew how much it meant to Harry to have his revenge. Though he wanted to protect his little brother from ever killing someone he knew he wouldn't be able to stop him. If someone killed Alice he wouldn't stop until they were dead and buried!
"I know," Harry replied with a tiny tired smile.
"I shall leave you now to your rest," Jasper told him before leaving the room. He hope the wizard fell asleep soon for they had dark times ahead of them and they needed everyone rested before the final battle that was soon to come.