In This Life

Chapter 56

Laying the Past To Rest And Living Life As Ones Meant To

Three years in England, and Harry finally got his first dance with his very beloved husband. Instead of a reception in a hall, they were having it at their estate. Expanses of land surrounded them, acres and acres of land surrounded each side, filled with lush forest and plenty of wildlife for them to choose from. Not just that but for the Shape-shifters to let off some steam and roam around freely without people seeing 'Huge wolf's' prancing about. There was the main house, further down there was other homes for the families that wanted privacy. So much had changed over the past three years; the people in their lives had expanded. The disco in the Great Hall played loudly, almost too loudly for the vampires but they didn't care - just too happy to see this day happen as it should have five years ago.

"Ladies and Gentlemen please clear the dance floor for the couple's first dance," said the DJ over the surround system that had been fitted by Emmet and Jasper earlier that day. The DJ had hooked it up to his laptop and microphone, so he could make announcements and of course play music.

When the music started up Harry had to laugh - of all the songs Edward had chosen it had to have been that one.

Those fingers in my hair
That sly come hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
Its witchcraft

And I've got no defence for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do

Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although, I know, it's strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in me
My heart says yes indeed in me
Proceed with what your leading me to

Its such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldn't switch
Cause there's no nicer witch than you

"Are you forgetting I'm a wizard? Not a witch," teased Harry as they danced completely immersed in one another. He didn't realize that he wasn't the only that found the song choice rather amusing. His husband had a very odd sense of humour and he loved him for it.

"I knew." said Edward simply, he realized dancing with him at that very moment, why Harry had been angry at missing this. It was much more intimate sharing a first dance together. With everyone around them watching, smiling, happy for them. He finally understood. Nuzzling Harry's neck he didn't let go of his husband of two times, as they slowly danced - even if the music was wrong for a slow dance. A serene happy sexy smile played across Edward's lips, this was the happiest day of his life. This was how it should have been five years ago he thought. Tightening his grip, he found himself unable to care - at least his Harry had come back to him.

I put a spell on you
Because you're mine.
I can't stand the things that you do.
No, no, no, I ain't lyin'. No.
I don't care if you don't want me
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.
Yeah, I'm yours, yours, yours.
I love you. I love you.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
I put a spell on you.
Lord! Lord! Lord!
...'Cause you're mine, yeah.
I can't stand the things that you do
When you're foolin' around.
I don't care if you don't want me.
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.
Yeah, yours, yours, yours!
I can't stand your foolin' around.
If I can't have you,
No one will!
I love you, you, you!
I love you. I love you. I love you!
I love you, you, you!
I don't care if you don't want me.
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.

"You? Put a spell on ME?" taunted Harry grinning wickedly; everyone else was on the dance floor again enjoying the night. Neither Edward nor Harry seemed to care or realize this. Both of them gazing deeply into their identical amber molten eyes. Yes Edward had put a spell on him, a love spell that had enticed him completely. It wasn't just Edward's looks that had drawn him in, but the old weary look in his eyes. The longer he had spent in his vampires' company, the more the pain filled eyes vanished replaced with happiness and contentment.

Edward returned his wicked smirk - he couldn't wait until the night was over. He wanted Harry all to himself; they were finally going to get to go on their honeymoon. Keeping it where they were going to go the first time - Esme's Island. Harry had seen pictures of it, and couldn't believe Carlisle had bought an entire island for Esme. He constantly forgot just how rich they were. He had his own money; he doubted it was anywhere near as much as the amount his family had accumulated over the years.

All I know
Is everything is not as it's sold
But the more I grow the less I know
And I have lived so many lives
Though I'm not old
And the more I see, the less I grow
The fewer the seeds the more I sow

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness
And all the real people are really not real at all
The more I learn The more I learn
The more I cry the more I cry
As I say goodbye to the way of life
I thought I had designed for me

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
I'm all I'll ever be
But all I can do is try
Try

All of the moments that already passed
We'll try to go back and make them last
All of the things we want each other to be
We never will be
And that's wonderful, and that's life
And that's you, baby
This is me, baby
And we are, we are, we are, we are
Free
In our love
We are free in our love

Edward and Harry seemed to remember they were around humans, nobody could continue dancing for long, not as still as they were. They decided to sit down for a while, taking their place up at the middle of the huge table spread out for them. The Wizards and Witches that knew they were Vampires, nitpicked off their plates making it seem as though they were eating.

My eyes are open wide
And by the way, I made it
Through the day
I watched the world outside
By the way, I'm leaving out
Today

I just saw Hayley's comet
She waved
Said, "Why you always running in place?"
Even the man in the
Moon disappeared
Somewhere in the
Stratosphere

Tell my mother,
Tell my father
I've done the best I can
To make them realize
This is my life
I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying...
Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance

Please don't cry
One tear for me
I'm not afraid of
What I have to say
This is my one and
Only voice
So listen close, it's
Only for today

I just saw Hayley's comet
She waved
Said, "Why you always running in place?"
Even the man in the
Moon disappeared
Somewhere in the
Stratosphere

Tell my mother,
Tell my father
I've done the best I can
To make them realize
This is my life
I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying...
Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance

Here's my chance
This is my chance

Tell my mother,
Tell my father
I've done the best I can
To make them realize
This is my life
I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying...
Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance

Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance

Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance

The song made Harry look to the man four seats down from him; he found brown eyes staring straight back at him, a small ironic smile on his face. It seemed as though James was feeling the same as him regarding the song. James had a peaceful serene smile on his face, and he remembered that day three years ago, where he had received the surprise of a lifetime.

-0 Flash Back Three Years Ago 0-

James signed as he sat down with a glass of Firewhisky, Ogden's finest at that - he only drank the good stuff. He drank a lot more these days than he used to, he'd just had Eric listening in on session with Doctor Flynn and Parvati Patil. He'd paid a small fortune for it as well. It wasn't right invading someone's privacy the way they were, but his son needed to hear what his actions had done and harm they had caused. He rightfully blamed himself for not being around, for not stopping it, more so he blamed Lily for not being a better mother, and he most of all blamed Dumbledore. He'd never once gotten a letter home stating his son was misbehaving. He didn't care to share how many his parents had received about his actions over the years. Yet none had seen sent here about his son over the past seven years.

His son's face had been so shocked and confused when they were listening, he's sat slumped in the corner rocking back and forth, forced to listen to what his actions had led to. Parvati Patil had almost decided to take her own life, anything just to get away from the bullying and terrorizing Eric Potter had doled out on her. James had been tempted to end the spell, but didn't, his son would learn nothing by doing that. Eric was nineteen years old and changing more and more every day. He had a job working in the Creature Department in the Ministry of Magic as an apprentice. James had told them not to hold back because of who his father was. It was the hardest thing he had, had to do but it paid off. Having someone speaking to him, bossing him around then praising him for something he had actually done, and put a lot of thought into had been a freedom Eric had never known.

He was proud of his son; it took some of the pain away from Harry's untimely death. Not even going to see the Death Eaters executed had taken the pain away when he thought it would. There wasn't a day that went by where he didn't think of Harry. He'd shared memories of them as children, and probably for the first time, it sunk into Eric that he'd had a brother at one point. A twin brother, who could have shared everything with him, it had made him angry at everyone for a short time including himself and his father. Lily had not seen her son in two years. James had gotten sole custody of him, claiming Lily's influence would stop him being able to straighten his son out. Fudge had been all too happy to help him. He'd been extremely different since the war had ended, a lot had happened since then not just Harry's death.

Dumbledore had been dismissed as the Head of the Wizengamot, his comment about giving the Death Eaters a 'second chance' had spread like wildfire. Helped by James Potter's word about what he had been willing to do to end the war. He had shocked his nation that had once wanted to bow before him, in reverence that nearly rivalled Merlin's. Once that comment out, the parents had pushed for his removal from Hogwarts. Stating that they'd remove their children immediately, not wanting them there when Dumbledore was Headmaster. The Ministry couldn't risk them going through with it, not that they argued about it. Dumbledore was promptly dismissed as Headmaster of Hogwarts. No one in the Order would look at him, or even speak to him. James had been there to see their reactions, and they had been a brief shining happiness against the grief of loosing his son. James hadn't seen Dumbledore in two years, but he knew where the old man was. He was on his death bed in St. Mungo's; he'd heard one of the Nurses commenting on the fact nobody visited him. James realized she probably felt sorry for the old fool, but he didn't care. He'd brought it all on himself; his comments had bit him in the arse. He was no longer being distributed on the Chocolate Frog cards, parents had burnt the ones their children had and the older children, who'd admired him, had ripped them up or banished them.

Twirling the ice around in his glass, he thought on his ex-wife, he had filed for divorce seconds after packing her things and escorting her from his premises. She'd had the gall to try and take his son from him, but she'd been laughed out of the court. She didn't have a Knut to her name; she was living with her sister, Brother in law and her Nephew. In their smallest bedroom, struggling to work. She had no education past her Primary school grades. She could hardly tell them she went to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This had been a year and nine months ago, he hadn't kept in touch and he'd stopped all letters she sent to their son. Her poison had almost turned him into a law breaking adult - plus he wanted to chance of his son leaving. He knew his son hated him for the first year, but when he had grown up, understood why James was doing it they had grown incredibly close. He had taken a sabbatical from his work, wanting to spend every moment he could with his son. He had worked hard for years, they had realized this, and accepted his proposal for three years off his job. Now that the war was over with, the Auror's had it incredibly easy.

James sat up promptly, cocking his head to the side; four people had crossed the wards of his home. Curiously enough they were accepted into them, as he could feel them continuing to walk. Despite knowing they were coming, he jumped in shock when the door was banged three times resounding around the entire bottom half of the house. Gathering his scattered wits, rolling his eyes at himself, he walked towards the door. He'd had a bit to drink and didn't want to risk Apparating - he didn't want to leave a part of himself behind thank you very much.

"What are you doing here?" asked James very taken aback. He hadn't seen Sirius Black for two years, and they had parted on very bad terms. He hadn't even seen him when he visited Harry's grave. He visited at night, when no one was around to bother him. Or so he thought, he had no idea Alice saw him visiting or that Edward had heard him thoughts and speech.

"Remus is that you?" gaped James shocked, he had either had a lot to drink or his best friend looked ten years younger. How the hell would that come to be? Come to think of it - Sirius looked the same as well; surely they should have changed in two years? Then again Wizards were different.

"Yes James it's me," drawled Remus even sounding different.

"Edward," said James stiffly, "I'm sorry for your loss." he said it was two years too late but there he'd said it. He just wanted to go back into his house and cry some more. They were throwing him back to times he'd rather forget.

When the fourth figure moved into sight, the breath left him completely, his chest ceasing in shocked disbelief. Closing his eyes he opened them once more, but he was still there. Harry had been turned? But why did everyone think he was dead? He didn't understand it. Amidst his shock he found himself wanting to hug Harry, but he wasn't sure if he could. Not just because of how bad a father he was, but he didn't want to hurt his son. He was still in the New Born phrase he thought, his eyes though made him realize his son truly was the most selfless person he knew.

"Can I hug you?" choked James his brown eyes filled with such longing and pain that even Harry who had hated this man all his life couldn't help but nod his head. Even if he did look completely bewildered at James' question. How he managed to move he didn't know, his legs felt like Jell-o, shock was the most prominent emotion he felt right now.

Harry let James hug him, not returning it properly, just giving him a pat on the back as if he was feeling awkward. Which of course wasn't the case, he was strong, one wrong move he could crush James' skull. Or if he did attempt to hug him, he'd crush him to death. He was still getting used to his strength even after two years. He was still getting used to a lot of things. Not automatically wanting to eat food in the morning, or brushing his teeth. Hell he didn't even need to use deodorant anymore - he couldn't sweat or smell. Things people took for granted he could do anymore; he'd always wanted another familiar preferable a dog or owl, but obviously that was something he wouldn't be able to do now.

"Enough," said Harry backing away, the burning in his throat was becoming too much for him to bear. He hated that part; he couldn't spend too much time with his family at the beginning. He'd gotten used to them, so their smell didn't bother him anymore. It was just new people now, especially when they made direct contact with him.

"Sorry," said James his eyes still wide, he couldn't believe it, this was a miracle. "Come in." he said his ingrained manners finally making an appearance. He wanted to know everything, either he needed stronger glasses or something had happened to them all.

"Thank you," murmured the four visitors gratefully on Remus and Sirius' part sinking down onto the sofa. Edward and Harry sat down because it was expected of humans to do such a thing. Harry sat on Edward's lap wanting comfort; it was harder than he thought to come here.

"How?" he asked still speechless.

"Harry was killed," said Sirius his face ashen just thinking about that horrific day two years ago. "Voldemort hit him with the Killing curse, but he had just, thank Merlin, married Edward. Soul bonded, Harry wasn't able to properly move on. The only way for him to survive was turn him - and so Edward did." explained Sirius simply.

"The grave?" asked James confused and flushing slightly, all that time he'd begged his sons forgiveness he'd be taking to an empty casket, an empty headstone. He was just too bloody relieved his son was alive, and he maybe could make amends, to be angry. Although to be honest, he had no right being angry at the end of the day - not when he'd been such a horrific father. Not just to one son but them both by his actions or rather inactions with Eric.

"It took us a day to get Harry back, to realize he hadn't moved on, we had already told people he was dead. Harry didn't want to deal with the fame that would have come his way if he it was to become known he'd survived. He didn't want British Wizard and Witches following him around. He certainly didn't want the fame." said Remus.

James got up from his seat, walked over to the fireplace and picked up a box, stroking it gently as he had done many times before. He then handed it to Harry, a small bittersweet smile on his face. Harry curiously opened the box, and found inside a medal, that had across it Harry Cullen, Order of Merlin first class. Obviously posthumously awarded medal the highest you could get. "I often thought about sending it to Sirius, I know I didn't deserve it. I couldn't, I couldn't even leave it at your grave - nobody would have understood what it meant."

"Thank you," said Harry quietly, closing the box very carefully and put it in his pocket for safe keeping - he couldn't wait to show Severus.

"You're welcome," said James trying to stop the hope from rising, telling himself grimly that his son might not be here to make amends. He couldn't come to one other conclusion and the hope blossomed some more. "What about you Remus…you look different it's like you've drank a de-Aging Potion. Although I'm not sure you looked this good even then."

"Severus created a Potion," said Remus smugly, his entire body radiating happiness and contentment.

James had never seen Remus like that before, just what miracle had Snape performed on Remus? "What kind of Potion?" he didn't read upon them, in fact he barely acknowledged them - it just wasn't his thing.

"He turned my lycanthrope into an Animagus, as soon as the moon goes full I turn into a Shape-shifter but I can instantly turn back into human form. It's a pull I'll never get away from but the first time…" said Remus breathlessly, "Seeing the moon from my own eyes, since I was a little boy was breathtaking, it's so beautiful." which meant as long as he continued shifting, he'd in essence keep himself and Sirius immortal like Severus and Leah.

Harry and Edward smiled; there was nobody in the world Remus admired more than Severus Snape. Severus was still rather uncomfortable when Remus praised him; they suspected he always would be. He had used some of Seth's blood in the potion, with his permission of course. It was strictly borderline a dark potion, but they had accepted it and people that could afford it were buying it.

"Wow," said James his eyes going huge at his best friends words, "And you Sirius?"

"I bonded with Remus," said Sirius, it was thanks to Severus that they knew all about it. When he had found out he'd been quite happy to tell the others about it. It was nothing to be embarrassed about, after all. Bonded though not married and they didn't think they'd get married - not yet anyway.

"Congratulations," said James his voice filled with melancholy.

"What's wrong?" frowned Remus. He already had an idea what was wrong with James but he was doing the polite thing and asking.

"I divorced Lily two years ago," said James.

"I'm sorry James," said Sirius quietly, he had been at their wedding, been there to see the twins brought into the world. They had loved each other a great deal, but sometimes love didn't last. Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.

"She wasn't the woman I married anymore," said James shrugging his shoulders as if it made it all understood. Seeing his son's curious amber eyes, he explained further. "We lost ourselves in what we thought was Eric's fame. I hadn't realized how far I'd gone until that day when Dumbledore said what he did." he said his face pale and ashen.

"Is he still Headmaster?" asked Sirius his voice cold, hard and unforgiving.

"No," smirked James wickedly, chucking down the whisky and summoning a few glasses.

Harry stared at the bottle and realized the last time he'd seen that kind of bottle he'd been human. The night before he'd died, two days before he turned into a vampire. Instead of focusing on the bad, he remembered the fun, especially his revenge on Sirius the next morning.

He passed one to Remus and Sirius, not bothering with Edward and Harry - knowing they couldn't drink it. He was rather curious to know if it would taste like dirt to them like food did - probably. Filling them he re-filled his own and sat back. Then he got into the story of what happened to Dumbledore. "I'm not sure who started telling them what Dumbledore said about giving the Death Eaters a second's chance…."

"WHAT?" shrieked Sirius at the top of his lungs causing Edward and Harry to wince as ringing began in their ears from the loudness of the shout. "Sorry." he stated to Harry contritely.

"Yes, worse still Lily agreed with him, that's when I told her I wanted a divorce, she didn't seem to care that she'd just been told her son was dead," said James his voice choking on the last word. "He was all but immediately booted from the Wizengamot - they all agreed no one abstained from the vote." said James grinning in feral satisfaction.

"Good," said Remus in satisfaction.

"I told the newspaper what he'd wanted to do to my son; there were riots at the Ministry. The parents were demanding Dumbledore's removal as Headmaster - they weren't going to allow their children to remain in a school with the old fool." said James supreme gloating covered his face and voice. "The board immediately acquiesced to their demands; they couldn't risk them actually doing it. With Voldemort the Wizarding world was smaller than ever." he further explained mostly for Harry and Edward knowing Remus and Sirius probably realized this.

"So where is he then?" asked Harry impatiently. He certainly acted like a New Born vampire anyway.

"There was a very public er…confrontation. Dumbledore tried to go to his brother Aberfoth, for help - let's just say he didn't get it. Instead the public learned even more about him. Aberfoth blamed his brother for the death of their sister, and that made the journalists dig up information. Kendra Dumbledore and Percival Dumbledore were their parents. Percival Dumbledore was arrested for killing three Muggles that had attacked his daughter. He kept it a secret though; he didn't tell them why he had attacked them. Only because he was scared that their daughter would have ended up confided to St. Mungo's because the attack had left her mentally disturbed."

"What did they do?" asked Harry alarmed what the hell could they have done to her to leave her mentally disturbed? He didn't blame Percival Dumbledore; he'd have done the same bloody thing.

James just shook his head not knowing the answer "He died in Azkaban never revealing the truth. Kendra Dumbledore was left to look after her daughter, as she slowly killed herself, by refusing to use her magic. In the end she killed her own mother though her wild untrained magic." sighed James sadly, they'd learned that from Aberfoth they had to have - there was no way they could know what had happened otherwise.

"Jesus," said Edward, causing the three wizards to stare at him curious confusion, what was Jesus.

"Merlin," said Harry rolling his eyes, Remus and Sirius should know better.

The three wizards nodded their heads in sudden understanding.

"Then it fell to Aberfoth and Dumbledore to take care of her, Aberfoth was the only one able to really keep her calm and happy - to get her to eat. Dumbledore didn't care about his sister, he was happier to play treasure hunter with his…boyfriend." said James.

"He was gay?" gaped Harry, looking sick at the thought…maybe he had other motives for wanting himself bound to him. Thank Merlin he was a vampire, otherwise his stomach contents would have been on the floor. Edward seemed to mirror his thoughts as he was held in a tighter grip.

"Yes, he and Gellert…"

"No," gasped Remus his amber eyes wide with shock.

"Yes, Gellert Grindelwald. They believed in the story of the three Deathly Hallows." said James.

Sirius and Remus snorted in bitter amusement - the Deathly Hallows really? He truly was insane even as a teenager it seemed.

"Confused over here," frowned Harry staring at the three men demanding an explanation.

"The Deathly Hallows is a children's book, about three brothers, magical brother's who supposedly beat death by creating a bridge with their magic. Death felt cheated and decided to trick the brothers, asking them what their hearts desired." explained Sirius.

"One brother asked for a stone that will bring people back to life, or rather resurrect them…it became known as the Resurrection stone." said Remus.

"The second one asked for the most powerful wand in existence, so Death took a tree branch and gave to the second brother the Elder wand." explained Sirius

"The third one, the most humble one asked only for a cloak of Invisibility, so he could wander from town to town without being detected." chimed in James.

"The first brother that had asked for the stone killed himself so he could be with the one he loved who'd died before her time." said Remus.

"The second, died the same night he received the wand. Confessing to have the most powerful wand when he was drunk. Someone entered his room, sliced his neck open and walked away with the wand." said Sirius.

"The third one, it's said grew old, then passed the invisibility cloak onto his son and embraced Death with open arms…greeting him like an old friend." finished James.

"What's that got to do with the…"

"That's the Deathly hallows, the wand, the stone and the cloak, it's said he who possesses all three would actually be - the Master of Death." explained Sirius.

"So he was insane even then," said Harry rolling his eyes in exasperation.

"Pretty much," agreed James.

"You don't find it odd that you own an invisibility cloak?" asked Edward.

"It was made…with magic been in my family for generations." said James dismissively.

Edward just shrugged his shoulders deciding not to think on it anymore.

"So what happened to Ariana?" asked Harry changing the subject.

"Well that's were things get sketchy, she was caught in the crossfire between Gellert and Albus fighting. No ones actually sure which one of their spells hit Ariana. Aberfoth blames Albus regardless, whether he cast the spell or not." said James.

"So he'd lost his entire family in the space of a few years? That's so sad." said Harry feeling sorry for Aberfoth Dumbledore.

"Back to the original question - where's Dumbledore?" asked Sirius. Well it wasn't original he had asked if he was still Headmaster not where he was.

"He's on his death bed in St. Mungo's his hearts giving out," said James "Apparently the stress is getting too much." there wasn't an ounce of sympathy to be had in James Potter's face.

"Good," said Harry with his own satisfaction.

"Not that I'm not glad you are all here…" said James faltering slightly "But why?"

"I want to get to know you, we've moved to England and we are staying here…but I don't want anyone knowing I'm alive. I'll just be a normal Muggle, er vampire and since they don't have any pictures of me it wont be hard to do." stated Harry.

"You're going to forgive me?" asked James hope blossoming even more.

"Forgiving yes, but I don't think I'll ever forget." said Harry honestly.

That didn't dampen James mood at all, he was positively beaming at them all.

-0 End of Flash Back 0-

James came back to himself, he had stopped drinking every night, and Eric to his surprise had been very accepting of sharing his father. Eric had grown up so much, and he and Harry got on rather well. In fact he knew Eric was planning on asking Harry to be his best man at his wedding in five months time. Once he was back from his honeymoon. He found it hard to believe he'd been back in his son's life for three years. And so the music continued to play, somehow each song reminding someone of something.

A second chance to die

A second chance to try to fall in love
A second chance to change the choice you made
A second chance to serenade

Livin' in a body shell you desecrated
Second chances don't come along often
I recommend you take the time to think how things could've went
Under different circumstances in a compass of perspective
I'm the choices that brought you to be at this moment
Could've been that fork in the road
Might've been that omen

The woman who had your fortune told
Maybe you should've believed her
Slow it down, they got you going now
Fast times '98, wait 'til we hit that triple-O

Speedin' up to double the pace
Fast forward, second chances pass you quicker

That last glass of liquor, you should've left it
Remember what happened last time? How you regretted it?
Since without a time machine, we're stuck in present livin'
Make the right choice, think it out before you give in
Second chances rarely appear

In eyes of fear
Be brave enough to endure it
Be pure and wisely clear
You never know when danger can surprise you from the rear
Hire best instinctive eyes
Be wise and persevere

A second chance to live
A second chance to die
A second chance to try to fall in love
A second chance to change the choice you made
A second chance to live life to the fullest
Wisest of choices, listen to the voices

Takin' heed to the signs
Never too big headed to be reminded
If I'm being blinded
By the many complicated kinds of choices lined in
Sticky situations, keep clear of domination

Make amends and resolution
Gas pollution, takes the heads of many students
Learning how to be prudent
Precise with decisiveness
Take control of the mic that amplifies your instinct
Listen to the voices inside
Your voices are your guide

They live inside your heart and communicate through feeling
Listen in, nothing too hurt is too far from being healed
Take initiative to deal with it
Life this is the real thing, the real thing (echoed)
Why make annoyances
Toying with your emotions
You know there's no potion to live for yesterday (Severus Snape snorted rather loudly upon hearing that. No Potion really?)

It's over, be open to scope life a day at a time

This day you're concentrating on
There's nothing wrong with future planning
But don't forget where shit happens, it's here and now
Happen is rappin the day of calculating
The next step evaluating
All the steps you took to get where you stand

When you got the upper hand
And no one can take that, not even you
Not even people who get a rise outta knockin' fools down
Stiffen your upper lip

Be conscious of the choices that you pick
Avoid robbin' and old man
Lonely and regretful
Be careful, tedious
Helpful to the neediest individual
Unless their draining
I have no entertaining for the evil

"Come here sweetie," said Harry holding his hands out for the two year old little girl. Serena Snape, Leah and Severus' little girl she was the apple of everyone's eye and completely spoiled. She had black hair and dark eyes like both her parents. She was a dark angel.

Harry crouched down, holding onto the little girl and began dancing with her. If there was ever a time he wished he hadn't been drawn to males, for a brief moment, it would be the very first time he had held her. She had been so small and delicate and he'd been terrified of hurting her. Hearing her giggling away, made him heart clench in love for her. Severus was trying to invent a potion to help males give birth; so far all his experiments were met with failure. The male cats he was using for experimental purposes weren't having litters just put it that way. If it did work one day, he'd be forever in Severus' debt. He had complete faith in Severus' ability as a Potions Master. Leah thankfully understood Severus' obsession and didn't get on at him. Before Leah had come into his life, he'd never had the chance to indulge in his passion to busy spying. It was as though Severus had reverted to an eighteen year old especially when it came to making things.

"Want mama 'arry," said Serena in her normal garbled speech.

"Come on then little one," said Harry, mindful of his strength as he picked her up. He passed her back over to her mother, who was incidentally eight months pregnant, when he next saw her she'd probably have given birth to her little boy. They'd decided on calling him Liam, Liam Snape.

"Hey you," said Edward from behind him, the knowing look on his face made Harry smile softly. Draco was a daddy, Angela had given birth twice two little boys, Drake and Adam Malfoy. They had Draco's hair only darker and Angela's eyes, much to Draco's happiness, he had thought they'd look like all other Malfoy's. White hair and blue icy like eyes. They were running amok while the mother tried to keep up with them looking exasperated. Harry didn't have the close relationship with the boys as he did with Serena, with good cause he saw the little girl everyday. He only saw the boys a few times a year, birthday's Christmas and the like.

"Hey," said Harry, wrapping his arms around Edward once more, the night was drawing to a close and thank Merlin. He just wanted to be alone with Edward, physically show him how happy he was.

We'll do it all ...Everything ...On our own
We don't need ...Anything... Or anyone
If I lay here ...If I just lay here... Would you lie with me... And just forget the world?
I don't quite know... How to say How I feel
Those three words ...Are said too much... They're not enough
If I lay here ...If I just lay here... Would you lie with me... And just forget the world?
Forget what we're told ...Before we get too old ...Show me a garden ...That's bursting into life
Let's waste time ...Chasing cars... Around our heads
I need your grace... To remind me ...To find my own
If I lay here ...If I just lay here... Would you lie with me ...And just forget the world?
Forget what we're told... Before we get too old... Show me a garden... That's bursting into life
All that I am... All that I ever was... Is here in your perfect eyes ...They're all I can see
I don't know where ...Confused about how as well... Just know that these things... Will never change for us at all
If I lay here... If I just lay here ...Would you lie with me ...And just forget the world?

"You'll get your wish, even if we have to adopt, I promise," whispered Edward into Harry's ear. Harry nodded back and continued to sway back and forth with his husband content with what he had at the moment.

It was three years before Harry got his wish, and a further nine months before the baby was born. It would be pure human/wizard/witch until their eighteenth birthday, then they'd overnight turn into a vampire. Edward and Harry were blessed with a little boy, they named Masen Cullen. They only had one, because the Potion only worked once.

Rosalie had a little girl that was her double much to her and Emmett's delight.

Carlisle and Esme had a little boy; they named him Ethan after the first born Esme lost all those years ago.

Alice and Jasper and two mischievous little twins, who had both their gifts and drove everyone mad. A boy and a girl, Eve and Peter, Jasper had wanted to name him after his friend. It had taken a lot for Sirius to get used to that one.

Seth and his imprint Samantha had a little boy they named him Sheldon Clearwater.

Jacob took the longest to find his imprint, and when he did the wait was suddenly fine with him. She was a beauty, and she gave birth to a boy also, it seemed as though the Shape-shifters always had boys. Probably to continue on their lines, Leah had been the only one to have a girl, and she was an odd one herself, with the ability to transform, the first female at that. James Black was his name.

Remus and Sirius had a boy; they named him Theodore Regulus Black.

Every child born to them, ended up magical and they attended Hogwarts without a manipulative old man watching them. They stayed in England until their children graduated and transformed into either their Shape-shifting form or their vampire one before starting again somewhere else.

The End.

Extra's - Lily died a wreched old spinster of alcohol posioning at the age of fify three, she was cremated none of her sons or ex husband attended the funeral. James died at the age of one hundred and ten with both his boys at his side. Eric died when he was nine nine in an accident, he didnt have family which in end end made Harry recieve the entire Potter fortune. after the way his mother had been Eric hadn't wanted anything to do with the opposite sex and was quite happy playing uncle Eric to Harry's family. The End. What did you think? I hope you all liked it and i hope thats what everyone wanted to see...and i alos hope i didnt leave anything out! :) bye for now.