The three brothers crashed to the ground as they landed.

"Did you really have to be so harsh?" Howl snarled as Altair stood, rubbing his head.

"It wasn't my fault. How was I to know the house was warded?" Altair snapped as he flexed his hand, causing his hidden blade to jump out.

Harry sat on the lawn, watching his two brothers circle each other. How immature were they? Harry cocked his head slightly and saw a cop car driving slowly up the street.

"Altair, Howl this is not the time or place; The muggle law enforcement if coming this way, so please act like the adults that you are?"

Altair turned and retracted his blade and both brothers straitened as the cop pulled over and got out of his car.

"Are you three alright?"

Harry looked him over and noticed that he was maybe 21, "Yes officer. Everything is good, just a brother's quarrel."

The cop nodded then looked at the house, "You're not from around here, huh?"

"No sir. We hail from Europe." Howl said, causing the cop to fight back a smile.

"Nice, well, this here is the Myers house. It is best if you don't try to stay here too long. Michael is known for killing anyone on his lands."

The three brothers looked at each other before nodding at the officer, "We won't be much longer. Our little brother hasn't been feeling too well. Once he starts feeling like he can walk we will be on our way." Altair said as he shook hands with the cop.

"Should I call for a medic?"

"No, I am a medic from home. I can handle his condition just fine and Altair is quite the fighter so he could by us some time should Michael try to kill us." How said sitting next to Harry and checking his temperature.

"Alright then, have a good night."

The three brothers watched as the cop left and turned down the street before Harry growled and Altair started laughing.

"It is life threatening, Doctor?" Altair said through fits of laughter.

"Oh quite, I fear that his SDL is starting to get into his brain." Howl said has he dodged a smack from Harry.

"Wait, isn't SDL genetic?" Harry asked, smirking.

"Allah! We are all going to die or not die if you're Erik, Jason or Michael." Altair said howling with laughter.

"Why don't you say that to my face, asshole?" Michael yelled from the front porch causing his three baby brothers to jump.

They turned to see Michael wearing tight blue jeans that fit him perfectly, a tight black tank top that pulled across his muscles, his blond hair dropped to just below his shoulders and was blowing slightly in the wind. He was leaning against the wall at the top of the three stairs that led to the porch, barefoot with his navy blue eyes sparkling with humor.

"Now why would we do that, Brother? We all know that you wouldn't be able to catch us with the size of your fatass." Altair stated with a shrug of his shoulders.

"I am not the one who missed out on looks, Altair. It seems that it only skipped you and…" Michael shook his head, "Nevermind, just get your asses in my house before I have to kill you."

Altair and Howl started towards the house, leaving Harry to his thoughts as he looked towards the sky.

'Did one of us leave to join you and Father, Mother? Was it by his hands or the hands of another? Why do I know so little of my family?'

Harry was so far into his own thoughts that he didn't hear Michael walk up behind him. He jumped with he felt Michael's hand on his shoulder.

"Come, little one." He said before turning to go back into the house.

"Michael?"

Michael stopped and faced Harry's back as Harry was still gazing at the stars.

"What is it, little one?"

"How many of us are there?"

"There is one you will only meet in death. His name was John; he was one skilled Assassin and Wizard. John was killed during the first war by the hands of one named Longbottom; I believe his first name was Marcus. Altair took revenge of his twin not a month later. Why do you ask?"

Harry sighed before looking over his shoulder and into the eyes of his Eldest Brother, "I did not know I had brothers. I was one when our parents were killed so I do not know of them ether."

Michael's eyes widened, "You know nothing of the family?"

"I just know the name and everything that Dumbledore has told me. Jason said there are secrets but that I am not ready for any of them. How can I handle what will happen to me when I know a little less than nothing?"

Michael sighed, "If Jason says you are too young, then you must be. There are things that Jason knows that I do not and I am the Eldest. Trust Jason, little one, he will bring you greatness if you just trust him."

Michael watched as Harry made fists and he jumped as the streetlamps nearest them exploded. Michael wasn't sure how to react, he had never seen such power; the little one had more power than Jason.

"HOW IS THIS FUCKING FAIR? I GREW UP NOT KNOWING MY FAMILY AND YOU WANT TO KEEP SECRETS?" Harry yelled, his magic snapping as his anger snapped causing Michael to step back.

"It is not fair but you can't blame me. I will tell you what I know that I know won't affect anything you have to learn on your own." Michael sighed, "You are making this hard for us, little one. The only things we were ordered NOT to do was tell you anything until Dumbledore was taken out of the picture."

Harry looked at his brother and he knew that Michael was telling the truth, "Fine, how long until I am ready?"

"That is Jason's discretion not mine but I can tell you now that it won't be until you can calm that temper of yours. Now come inside before the cops come around and I have to go back to being the Boogeyman." Michael said as he placed a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry nodded and walked inside with Michael at his side, "I am sorry for causing so much damage."

"No need. I killed the family I was living with when I came into my inheritance." Michael looked around and noticed the sound of snoring drifting from the floor above them, "Altair and Howl are already asleep. Why don't you go to bed?"

"I'm not tired. Are we blood brothers?" Harry asked sitting on the top of the Island in the middle of the large kitchen.

"Yeah, Mother and Father were much older than they looked. I can tell you that they were not human. They chose to live as humans but trust me, you are seventeen correct?"

Harry nodded and took the glass of coke that Michael gave him.

"You know I am 26?" another nod, "Which means that I am 8 years your senior, roughly. When I was born, Mother looked 21 and Father looked 22 or 23. I never cared too much about Father since the only person that remembers him in the family is ether Howl or Altair. I left when before Howl was born and that was two months after John's murder. Notice how we are all male and so close together with the exception of you?"

Harry nodded, still nursing his soda. Michael smiled when he noticed how Harry had some of the same habits Jason had as a kid.

"Father planned to raise you with Mother because he believed he had enough sons to run the Brotherhood. When you were one, the plans changed because of their deaths. Our grandfather, who was killed by Altair, took back control of the Brotherhood after Father died. Grandfather looked to be about 80 but he was closer to 600 in age where Mother and Father were roughly 80-90 in age."

"So mom wasn't a Muggleborn?"

"In a sense she was because, Jason is going to kill me so don't tell him you already know, her immortality was because of the born Vampires with no magical core. We are all half-bloods in the magical community but held at a higher regard do to our Vampire inheritance than 95% of the Pureblooded community."

Harry's jaw dropped, "We're Vampires?"

"Half Vampire, half Elf. Depending on how strong the cores are depends on what characteristics we take on."

"So what ones do you have?"

"The Immortality of both races, the speed of the Vampire and the cunning of the Elf; no fangs or pointy ears but when I get pissed, it's like you and the streetlights." Michael said smiling.

Harry blushed and looked down, "I didn't mean to lose control."

"It's fine. People expect that around here. Now about the safe house, I will set the sewers up but not the house. The house attracts too much attention and teens like to try and survive a night plus I like to hunt."

Harry nodded and tried to stifle a yawn, which Michael caught, "Time for bed little one." He said as he picked Harry up and carried him up the stairs.

"I'm not sweepy…" Harry said as he started falling asleep.

"Of course not." Michael said as he laid Harry down on his bed.

Within minutes, Harry was out. Michael sighed and walked back downstairs but not before making sure the house was clear of any unwanted teens. He laid down on the couch knowing that tomorrow was going to be a long day.