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***HP

Harry couldn't believe how happy he was to see Jasper when he came walking in through the front door. Of course he was only happy to see him because he was carrying his precious little boy. "Cephie!" He cried, his eyes drinking in his son, looking for any possible injuries.

"He's alright!" Jasper quickly reassured as he made his way over to his anxious mate. He could feel fear, relief, anxiety and love pouring off of Harry.

"Ma! Ma! Ma!" Cephie cried as he held his arms out for Harry to take him.

Harry's body still ached from his magical meltdown, but he wasn't going to let pain stop him from holding his baby and kissing every inch of him. "Hey, baby, did you go for an adventure with Jasper? Look at you, you look like you were rolling in the dirt." Cephie was filthy, his face and shirt were caked in dirt and blood, his hair had pieces of leaves and twigs in it, and his bare little feet were filthy.

"More like got stuffed into a tree," Edward teased. "I'll get a wash cloth and some soapy water so you can clean him up."

"A tree?" Harry asked, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Jasper.

Healer Ryfon noticed Cephie squirming uncomfortably in the submissive's arms. It was obvious the young empath was picking up on his mother's emotions and it was making him uncomfortable. "I think it would be wise if I block the little one from feeling everyones emotions for the rest of the evening. After what happened earlier, I think he's feeling raw and extra sensitive."

"Oh shoot, I'm sorry, baby." Harry said, looking down at his son. "Mommy was just so worried about you."

"Ma, toe ouchie," Cephie said, wiggling the toes on his left foot.

Healer Ryfon was at the submissive's side checking Cephie's foot before Harry had the chance to even process what his son had said. "His toe is fine, just a little scratch. We'll get it cleaned up and some antibacterial ointment on it and he'll be good to go." Healer Ryfon proclaimed.

Harry smiled gratefully at the elf, thankful that the healer had come into his live. "He's got you wrapped around his little finger."

"And I'm not ashamed to admit it," Healer Ryfon chuckled.

"Ma!" Cephie cried, patting Harry on the cheek to get his attention. "Ma, kiss ouchie!"

Chuckling, Harry grabbed his son's foot and gave it multiple kisses. "All better?"

"Love Ma!" Cephie proclaimed as he wrapped his arms around Harry's neck.

Harry had to grit his teeth against the pain, his skin still felt as though it was covered in third degree burns. Seeing the concern on Healer Ryfon's face, he shook his head no. "I'm fine. I love you too, my little man."

Harry looked to Jasper to question him about the tree, but his mouth dropped open in shock when he got a good look at him. When Jasper first returned, he had only had eyes for his son. "What the hell happened to you? Are you alright?"

Grimacing, Jasper looked down at himself. He was a filthy mess, covered in dirt and leaves and his shirt was so shredded that it was just barely clinging to him. His skin also still had some cracks in it from where Paul had attacked him. They were healing, but it was slow going. "I got into it with one of the shifters."

Harry didn't know how he felt about seeing Jasper in such a condition. A part of him didn't want to care, he hated Jasper, but there was also a part of him that was furious that someone dared to attack his mate. "What happened?"

"Ma, puppy bitey Asper," Cephie spoke up, pointing to Jasper. "Ma said no bitey."

"You were attacked?" Harry asked darkly, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on a shifter he didn't recognize from earlier. This shifter was big, even bigger than the alpha. He was tall and muscular and like the alpha, he was only wearing a pair of cutoff jean shorts so he could easily how insanely muscular the man was. Harry noticed that the shifter was covered in scratches and bruises that were slowly healing, and he was holding his right hand close to his chest as if it was hurting him. "Are you the bastard that chased after my son and Jasper?"

Paul reluctantly nodded his head, his eyes flicking between his imprint and the boy who must be his imprint's mother. He had so many questions? Like, how could this boy be his imprint's mother? He could scent that he was, but he could also scent that he was a male...and males couldn't have babies.

"So let me get this straight, you attacked someone who was holding a toddler, and not just any toddler, but my toddler?"

Demetri happily rubbed his hands together, his red eyes shining with anticipation. "Oh, this is going to be good?"

"Harry!" Healer Ryfon warned, feeling Harry's depleted magic trying to respond to his anger. "Don't make me put you to sleep."

"What, do you feel big and tough attacking someone who can't fight back because they have an innocent child in their arms?"

"The empath fought back!" Paul defended, his temper rising. "The leech stuffed the boy in the tree so he could fight me."

"I didn't have a choice," Jasper argued. "I tried to get you to see reason, but you had completely lost yourself to your wolf. If I hadn't hid my son in that tree so I could fight you, you would have killed him."

Paling, Paul looked to his imprint, to the innocent child in his mother's arms. "You're right. I-I could have killed my imprint."

Harry felt as if all oxygen had been punched out of his lungs. "What did you just say?" He asked breathlessly as his limbs started to grow cold.

"Oh shit!" Healer Ryfon cursed.

"The boy, your son, he's my imprint."

Harry's heart started pounding in his chest, a loud ringing in his ears making it impossible to hear anyone else in the room. This couldn't be happening! Cephie couldn't be the wolf's imprint. Cephie was just a baby, this couldn't be happening... not again. He thought with Fudge and Lucius Malfoy dead that Cephie would be safe now, but even here in America there were sick bastards that wanted to hurt his baby. No! No, he wasn't going to let this happen. Eyes blazing, he looked to the shifter.

Healer Ryfon quickly reached out with two finger, placing them on Harry's temple. "A little heads up would have been nice," he growled as he gently laid the now sleeping submissive back against the pillows.

"Ma night night?" Cephie asked sadly.

"Yes, sweetie, your ma went night night." Healer Ryfon said, picking up the toddler then handing him off to Remus.

"Come on, pup, let's go get a bath. It looks like your brought the forest back with you." Remus said as he looked worriedly at his oldest pup. Harry had been through so much, he didn't need this.

"Tubby!" Cephie cried excitedly.

Healer Ryfon waited until Cephie was out of the room before spinning around, glaring at Jasper. "Draco and Demetri, please take the girls and Angel to another room, they don't need to hear what is about to come out of my mouth."

"I'd like to hear it," Demetri pouted.

"You're a vampire, you'll be able to hear him from miles away." Draco smirked..

With a loud, over exaggerate sigh, Demetri scooped up Oriana, making a funny face at her as he did. "It's just not the same, but I'm sure you can find a way to make it up to me."

"You wish," Draco said, his face turning red.

"Oh, Draco, you have no idea how much I do wish. Not only do I wish, but I fantasize about you all the time."

"Now is not the time for your mating games," Healer Ryfon snapped angrily.

Jasper shifted on his feet, not liking the anger he could feel pouring off of the healer. Healer Ryfon wasn't just angry, he was furious...and it was him he was furious with. He understood why, he should have warned the shifters not to say anything about Cephie being Paul's imprint.

As soon as Draco and Demetri were out of the room with the girls and Angel, Healer Ryfon blew up on Jasper. "Did you think I was talking out my ass when I said that Harry could not be stressed out? Your mate almost died a few weeks ago protecting his submissive son from a man who wanted to train him to be a sex toy, how did you think Harry was going to react finding out that his almost three year old son is the imprint to an adult man? After everything Harry has been through, you didn't think that maybe a little warning would have been good before the imprint bomb was dropped on Harry's lap? Harry didn't hear that his son is a shifter's imprint, which doesn't necessarily mean mate, he heard that this beast of a man was going to take his son from him and rape him, just as he was raped multiple times and just as Malfoy threatened to do to Cephie. You should have warned the fucking shifter to keep his mouth shut until after you had a chance to discuss this with me. Harry is in critical condition, any use of his magic can kill him. When he heard that Cephie was the shifter's imprint, he started having a panic attack and his magic reacted to his distress. Had I not put him to sleep, his magic would have lashed out in defense of his son killing him and god knows who else in this room."

"I'm sorry, you're right, I should have told you first." Jasper said shamefully. "I-I wasn't thinking. I never meant to hurt Harry, I just wanted to get Cephie back to him as quickly as possible."

Sirius reached down and brushed the hair from his godson's face. "Is Harry going to be alright?"

"No!" Healer Ryfon snapped. "Because of his mate's careless actions, Harry once again believes that his son is in danger."

"I would never hurt the boy," Paul said, not really sure what was going on. "I'm not a pedophile, I would never look at the little one like. That's disgusting!"

"Imprint doesn't mean mate," Sam said coming to his beta's defense. "Paul may have anger issues, but he's not a child rapist."

"I'm not a rapist at all," Paul defended hotly. "I'd never force myself on someone."

Healer Ryfon took a couple deep breaths trying to calm himself. "I know about imprints, I know that it doesn't necessarily mean mates, even though most of the times it ends up that way, but Harry is not in the right frame of my mind to think clearly right now. He has spent the past three years being used and abused, raped and forced to birth children for his rapists. He almost had Cephie taken away from him and given to the man that raped him so brutally that he had to have surgery to repair the damage. Harry needed to be eased into this. Now, I have to figure out how to get him to understand that the shifter isn't going to hurt Cephie without him losing control of his magic and killing himself."

Billy shook his head, his top lip curling back in disgust. "Sirius, you always said the Wizarding World was crazy and stuck in the dark ages, but from what I'm hearing I'm glad that I was born from a squib line."

"Not all of the wizarding world," Minister Grey corrected. "I would never allow someone to be treated so horrifically here, but the British wizards have always been backwards and set in their ways. It didn't help that the Minister of Magic, or the late Minister of Magic seeing as Minister Fudge met a most unfortunate and delightful end a few weeks ago, only saw dollar signs when he looked at Harry, not a person with feelings. He was a greedy bastard who had no care for anyone, just himself and his bank account. The Minister didn't even care that he was selling a toddler, that as far as he knew was not a submissive, to a bastard who was one of the Dark Lord's most faithful followers. Malfoy would have started Cephie's sexual training immediately upon taking possession of him."

Jasper's red eyes started bleeding black. "Can we please stop talking about what almost happened to my son? I killed the bastard, he'll never be able to get his sick hands on Cephie."

"What's done is done," Minister Grey agreed in frustration, wishing that Malfoy and Fudge would have suffered more before their deaths. "What we need to do now is get the shifters caught up with everything seeing as they are now part of this because Cephie is one of their imprints. I also then need to have a serious talk with the alpha and the chief about getting the pack properly trained and anger management classes for the ones that need it, especially you," he said pointing to Paul. "We consider Harry and his children family, and seeing as Cephie is your imprint, you need to not only be able to control yourself and your wolf, but also protect Cephie. Cephie is a rare submissive wizard, and as such he'll always be in danger."

Paul opened his mouth to say something, but Billy shook his head no. "The Minister is right, and with the pack growing we're going to need help. Paul, you're a strong wolf, probably even stronger than Sam, but you're volatile, unpredictable and dangerous. You have been in trouble multiple times now, both within the tribe and with Chief Swan for fighting, and this can't go on. You now have an imprint, and imprint who is just a toddler, how would you feel if you accidentally hurt him?"

Paul dropped his head and looked at his feet. "It would kill me if I hurt him."

"You'd never be able to forgive yourself," Sam said, speaking from experience. "Every time I look at the scars on Emily's face, a piece of me dies. A split second, Paul, I lost it for a split second and look what happened. You don't want to live with the guilt and self hatred that I live with everyday. If you don't want to seek help for yourself, then do it for your imprint."

Swallowing thickly, Paul nodded his head. He could admit that he had anger issues, it didn't take much for him to snap at lash out. He didn't know why he angered so easily, he has always had a problem with anger, but since becoming a shifter it has been a hundred times worse. He was just always so damn angry all the time.

Healer Ryfon looked to the submissive's mate, the vampire was looking like a whipped ass. He hadn't meant to be so hard on him, but he needed everyone to realize how sick Harry is. Harry technically shouldn't be alive right now, not with how drained his core is. "Jasper, go get cleaned up then sit with Harry, he needs some skin on skin contact. He will be out for at least eight hours so you don't have to worry about upsetting him."

"I'm sorry," Jasper apologized. "I promise to do better."

"I know," Healer Ryfon said gently. "We just can't afford anymore mistakes. Harry is in critical condition, every time he uses his magic he risks losing the baby or dying. I don't even know where he's finding the magic in himself, his core is pretty well drained."

"What about our wolves?" Jacob asked from where he was still sitting on the floor with Jared and Leah.

Healer Ryfon looked to his mate, at seeing the Minister incline his head, he woke the shifters wolves back up. "Remember, I can rip your wolves from you permanently just as easily as I put them to sleep."

"It won't come to that," Sam said seriously. "We were wrong and deserved it this time, but we're going to do better."

Healer Ryfon watched as the shifters got ready to leave, noticing that the one with anger issues was still clutching his hand. "What did you do to your hand?"

Paul tensed. "It will heal. We have accelerated healing abilities."

"I didn't ask about your healing abilities, I asked what you did to it."

Paul grit his teeth. "The leech broke it when we're we're fighting, but it will heal."

"That leech is your imprint's father," Healer Ryfon snapped. "And if it was a simple break it would have healed by now." Walking up to the insanely muscled shifter, he held out his hand. "Let me see it."

"Paul!" Sam growled, sensing that his beta was going to be stubborn. He just wanted to go home and think about everything that just happened, he didn't want to have to deal with Paul being a stubborn ass.

With a huff, Paul stuck his hand out. He was concerned, it should have healed by now. It had been at least two hours since the empath broke it and it still was hurting like a bitch.

Healer Ryfon made tsk'ing sound. "The bones in this hand are shattered. Your body is trying to heal itself, but there's just too much damage. I'm going to have to vanish the bones then regrow them. It's not going to be pleasant."

Paul snatched his hand back. "Like hell are you going to vanish my bones. What the hell man?"

"Don't be a baby!" Jacob laughed. "Let the voodoo doctor fix your poor paw."

"A voodoo doctor wishes he could be as bad ass as I am," Healer Ryfon snorted. "Look wolf, you can either go to the hospital to get surgery to repair your hand then spend weeks recovering, or I can vanish your shattered bones then give you a potion that will regrow them. It will take a few hours and will be a bit painful, but I'm sure a big strong wolf like yourself can handle it.

"I don't know you," Paul said warily. "I don't even know what the hell you are."

"I trust him," Sam said, giving his beta a hard look. "I don't know why, but my instincts are telling me we can trust him. Let him do what needs to be done so we can go, we have a lot to discuss."

Paul reluctantly followed the strange man, taking a seat at the dining room table where the man directed him. He was getting ready to hold his hand out, when loud, happy squealing distracted him. Feeling a pleasant tightness in his chest, he watched as his imprint ran into the room wearing a one piece, footed, dark blue sleeper, his skin pink from his warm bath and his red curls still damp and smelling like apple shampoo. Giggling, Cephie ran up to the table, clambering up on the chair next to him then looking at him, his beautiful green eyes sparking.

"You ouchies?" Cephie asked, pointing to Paul's hand.

"Uhm," Paul stammered, not really sure what to say or how to act around his imprint. He always pictured his imprint a woman about his age, not a curious toddler. "Yes!" He answered unsurely.

Cephie's pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Ma kiss ouchie?"

Healer Ryfon started chuckling. "I think, little man, that I can fix his ouchie. Your ma is sleeping, remember?"

Cephie nodded his head seriously. "Ma night night."

Paul was mesmerized by his imprint. "How...how did you know that I had an ouchie?"

Cephie rubbed his chest. "My feel ouchie."

Healer Ryfon's eyebrows drew together in confusion. "He shouldn't be feeling your pain, I blocked him from feeling."

"Could it be an imprint thing?" Sirius asked in concern.

"Possibly, I'll have to look more into it."

"He's an empath like the leec...his father?" Paul quickly corrected.

"He is," Healer Ryfon confirmed. "And I know it's going to be hard for you to overcome your natural instincts to hate vampires, but your imprint is part vampire and I'm sure you don't want to hurt him by insulting vampires in front of him. Harry, Cephie and one of the twin girls drinks blood, you're going to have to learn to accept it."

"Hmmmm, bwood," Cephie cried excitedly. "My have bwood pwease?"

"Damn," Remus cursed. "With everything going on I forgot about dinner."

"I'll run out and pick up some pizza," Edward offered.

Cephie started happily clapping his hands while bouncing on his bottom. "Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!"

"Whoa!" Paul cried as he quickly reached out and caught his imprint as he tumbled off his chair. The pain in his hand was excruciating, but all that mattered to him was catching his imprint so he didn't hurt himself.

"My fall!" Cephie gasped as Paul gently placed him on the floor.

Sirius shook his head fondly. "Accident prone, just like your mother."

"Are you alright?" Paul asked softly as he waited for Cephie to get his balance before letting him go.

Cephie's smile was blinding. "No ouchies. Dank you for catching my."

Sirius knelt down at his grandson's level. "Cephie, this is Paul. Paul would like to be your new friend."

"Otay," Cephie said before taking off for the toy pile.

Sirius shook his head fondly. "That means you're in."

Paul didn't want to take his eyes off of his adorable imprint, but the healer waving his hand in his face caught his attention. "Can be a bit overwhelming, can't it? Finding the one that's destined to be yours."

Paul numbly nodded his head. To be honest, he felt like he was going to pass out. It was crazy how in just a few hours your world could be turned upside down and inside out. When he woke up that morning his biggest concern was not ripping someone's head off at work, and now here was this little boy, not even three years old yet, and he was now his entire world. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for his imprint...including making nice with the leeches.

"Let's get that hand of yours fixed up, big guy. I'm sure catching the little one didn't help it any. Good catch by the way."

"It was strange, it was like I knew he was going to fall a split second before he did."

Healer a Ryfon smiled. "I have a feeling that that little boy is going to keep you on your toes."

Paul looked back at his imprint, Cephie was doing a puzzle with Jacob's relative, his pink little tongue sticking out. "I guess it's a good thing that I'm a wolf shifter then. I shouldn't have any trouble keeping up with him."

"You realize that you're going to stop aging now, and more than likely be immortal."

"Is he immortal?"

Healer Ryfon shrugged. "Harry and his hybrid children are one of a kind so I can only guess. I think they will grow like normal children until they come into their full magical inheritance at the age of seventeen. I believe at that point they will stop aging, but they won't be indestructible like a true vampire. I wouldn't say they're truly immortal, Harry has been injured to where he needed surgery and he's almost died because of his magic, but if they don't get fatally injured, I believe that they could live forever."

"According to our legends, as long as we keep shifting we won't age," Paul explained. "The main reason we stop shifting is because it's too painful for us to watch our imprints grow old and die so we stop shifting so we can age with them."

"This won't be easy for you," Healer Ryfon said gravely. "You are going to have to watch your pack grow old and die while you stay frozen as you are now."

Paul blew out a heavy breath. "Shit, I didn't think about that. This is a lot to take in." He couldn't imagine watching as his pack, his brothers, grow old and die, just the thought made him want to cry. Hell, even the thought of Leah dying hurt and the two of them pretty much despised each other.

"I agree with you, it is a lot. I suggest you learn to get along with the Cullens, they are Cephie's family and will always be in his life. You are going to have many, many, many years with them, it will make your life, as well as your imprint's, much easier if you all weren't at each other's throats all the time."

Paul grimaced. "That's not going to be easy, there's a lot of bad blood between us, but I guess I can try."

"It's a start," Healer Ryfon grinned. "Now let's get this damn shattered paw fixed."