Harry leaned back in his chair and sighed, annoyed slightly, happy, mildly so, angry, certainly not, several emotions flitted through Harry's brain, annoyance in excess, but anger absent. He sighed and settled the chair legs back onto all fours, standing and turning from the enraged man before him.

"I will not engage in a conversation where you squall like a spoilt child, Sirius. I'm going to bed because you're screeching is giving me a headache and I feel nauseous." With that Harry disappeared up the steps, ignoring the calls to turn around and come back. Sirius finally seemed to deflate in exhaustion, his anger leaving him in a rush. He leaned heavily against the wall and sighed, glaring moodily at an ugly splatter on the hideous wall décor across from him. He didn't really notice the way the fire began to sputter oddly, or the way that the flames began to change colors, that is, until emerald fire leapt out at him like an angered dragon and he was forced to jump back or be scorched, he was still cursing colorfully when a ruffled-looking man stumbled to his knees on the hearth rug. Sirius stopped his curses when he saw his ramshackle mate. Sirius swept forward and helped the man to his feet, and got an annoyed glare for his troubles.

"So nice to catch me, Padfoot. You know I can't see straight when I floo." Remus ground out, annoyed and not in a good mood and in a bit of pain, annoyed at his predicament too. Sirius rolled his eyes at his moody boyfriend, leave it to Remus to act like a girl and get huffy over a little scratch. Remus promptly slapped Sirius across the head, Sirius cried out in outrage,

"What was that for?!" He demanded with ire, Remus glared,

"You were smirking, and when you smirk it means you are being condescending, and when you are condescending you are a down-right pompous, bigoted, self-centered jerk!" Remus huffed out, glaring fiercely. Sirius lifted a brow,

"You all right Moony? You're tetchier than ever, and it's nowhere near the full moon yet." Remus sighed, the fight going out of him, like water leaking from a pierced water balloon.

"Why were you two screeching like banshees? You managed to shatter my silencing charms and my eardrums." Came a cross call above them, they looked up as Harry descended the stairs, glaring at the both of them. "Please do care to inform me because I might very well have a good reason to lock the both of you in the cellar with Kreacher and let him punish you how he pleases." Sirius looked horrified at the very idea of being in the same room with the demented elf, and Remus looked rather thoughtful.

"Rather interesting punishment, for Sirius at least, not at all intimidating in my case."

"No, I have something worse for you, since you still blush at the slightest mention of sex……" Harry paused and took in Remus' blushing reaction, "I will lock you in a bedroom and force you to listen to Molly Weasley giving you 'the talk' with diagrams, posters, and such. Do you want mortification? Or can you handle keeping your mouth shut?" Remus was horrified at Harry's implications, mouth gaping open, then he shook himself and glared at the boy,

"Don't forget I am twenty years older than you."

"Yeah, and about as sexually active as a twelve-year-old virgin." He received a piercing glare, but shrugged it off. "You are only mad because it is true. Now, tell me what you were screaming about."

"Well, Harry, I need to talk to you and Sirius." Remus admitted after a moments hesitation, Harry sighed, and contented himself to sitting down in a chair furthest from Sirius, which only served to irk the black-haired vela further, inexplicably of course, and since Sirius couldn't defend his jealousy even to himself, Harry felt no obligation to even acknowledge it. Remus stood, taking to pacing rather than sitting, twisting his hands, running trembling fingers through his hair, mussing it and making it stand on end. He looked at the two men, eyes fierce,

"How much do you know about lycanthropy?" He demanded, Sirius shrugged jerkily,

"Not much." He admitted ashamedly, Harry however looked thoughtful,

"Rather a great deal, I do like to think, however my knowledge is rather tainted with the prejudices of others. Is there a certain aspect of your lycanthropy you need us to understand?" The blue-eyed werewolf nodded his head, sighing in a long-suffering sort of way. He paced a little bit more before stopping and turning to them once more,

"Harry, Sirius, did you know that if a werewolf is a submissive male, he can get pregnant?" Harry and Sirius froze, staring at Remus' pained face with wide eyes. Harry thawed first, his demeanor softening as he stood to embrace the petrified werewolf, no, man. Harry smiled softly,

"You little moron." He whispered affectionately, though the way he gently caressed Remus took away all harshness in his words. "Did you think we would leave you?" Remus whimpered in reply, burying his head in Harry's neck, inhaling that sweet smell, a little bit of sweat, a little bit of musk, a little bit of clothes soap, and a lot like everything that made Harry. Remus pulled back to look at Sirius worriedly,

"Siri, are you mad with me?" Remus asked pitifully, Sirius sighed, then shrugged, shaking his head in reply,

"I'd never be mad at you, darling, but I am rather disappointed that you didn't protect yourself. I could smell it on you when you came through the floo, thanks for telling me though." Sirius gave Remus a secret smile, and the two men embraced, Remus fighting back the tears of relief. "Siri, what if…. What if I said that you were the dad?" Remus whispered suddenly, and Sirius cried out as if punched, he looked in disbelief at Remus, who had drained of all color. Sirius shook his head,

"We always used spells." He pointed out; Remus shook his head sadly,

"Except last time, you were drunk, remember?" Sirius shook his head, frowning, and Remus promptly began to cry. Which immediately startled both men, and Harry hurried forward, kneeling in front of the weeping werewolf. Harry petted the man's hair and gently crooned to him, telling him small little niceties, and soon the man gave a watery chuckle, rubbing his reddened eyes.

"Now, Remmy, what's wrong?" Harry asked softly, Remus sniffled,

"He doesn't even remember." Remus said sadly, caressing his still flat stomach. Harry sighed and leaned forwards, pressing a kiss to Remus' stomach, making the wolf gasp, and a slight shiver running up his spine. Harry pulled back and held Remus' hand, kissing the knuckles briefly, careful to not allow his teeth to graze or penetrate the tender flesh. Harry blinked blood-red eyes and pulled back with a sigh, looking slightly dazedly from one creature to the other. His eyes slipped closed slightly then snapped back open and he scowled at both men, they looked at him blankly,

"I'm going to pass out." Harry informed them dryly, and proceeded to do so, his eyes rolling back, his body slumping forwards limply. Remus gasped in shock and concern, kneeling by the unconscious vampire, Sirius sighed in annoyance and lifted the boy easily,

"He's been stressing himself too hard, damn Moody and damn Dumbledore and damn Voldemort for attacking him now." Sirius hissed with hatred, then sighed, and whispered, "And damn myself too, for letting it get this bad." With gentle ease, he carried Harry up to his bedroom, laying him gently on the bed.

"He'll be fine, he just needs to recharge for a bit, even as a vampire with enhanced magical abilities, he's still able to push himself too far, which he's done. Just let him sleep." Remus said softly, taking his mate's hand and guiding him silently from the room.

Harry turned onto his side, groaning, and everywhere hurt, he was trying to recall why. Then he remembered, oh yeah, dueling for five hours straight with Dumbledore and Mad-eye Moody and then battling Voldemort all through the night and trying not to drop his protective shields really can take a toll on his magic. He sat up slowly, his teeth were aching, his throat was burning, he sighed, running a trembling hand across his eyes as he forced himself to his feet, forced himself to go down the stairs, and out the door, blocking all of his senses from the tantalizing creatures not even five feet from him. He hissed in anger and dashed away, not looking back, not stopping, he could practically feel his control slipping as his darker side became even more vicious with bloodlust. He could feel his consciousness being slowly devoured by his inner evil, and knowing that he was so close to losing control only spurred him more, as he pushed himself to run as fast as he could, forced his already aching body into the dark forest. He slowed to a halt at the heart of the large forest and waited, silently, his eyes closed, his ears open, breathing deeply, taking in all of the scents. Finally he caught it, the scent of something appetizing yet slightly nauseating at the same time. He approached the panther, silent as he moved, and tackled it, easily taking the large black creature down. He drank the cooling liquid, the animal's struggles growing weaker and weaker. Finally he pulled away, licking his lips. He sighed and sat back, examining his surroundings critically. He let his senses open further, listening, looking, holding extremely still and feeling, when he sensed his solitude he sighed deeply, wearily, and began to contemplate. Many things, all of them important, none of them receiving any answers from his distracted mind. Vampires were creatures of principal, they were actually rather kind creatures, the only reason they were seen as dark was the need to feed with blood. Vampires would protect their mates and families with every bit of strength they possessed. Vampires were very secretive creatures, and preferred solitude to company. Light didn't truly bother them; it was just a persistent nuisance. Harry scowled and stood, brushing dirt from his black slacks and walked back home, deciding a shower and change of clothes was in store. As he walked, he continued to contemplate; over things such as if he would ever find his mate. When he asked, nobody had been able to answer. Because Vampires, very much like Veelas, would find out who their mates were on their seventeenth birthday, however, should the mate not be of age, then the creature would only have teasing dreams that they would be unable to remember in the morning. Nobody knew if Harry would dream of his mate, since he was bitten at sixteen, and would be unable to age any further, but Dumbledore supposed that the general concept of a birthday still applied, and therefore Harry would indeed see his mate, however, the boy decided not to set his hopes on Albus' twinkle-eyed ideals. When he got to Grimmauld place, he slipped silently into the room, not really wanting to think that he had almost killed his remaining family. As he was about to slip upstairs, a pair of strong arms caught him around the waist, he looked back with a raised brow, gazing into Sirius' stern gaze.

"Are you all right?" The veela demanded sternly, Harry sighed,

"Yes, I am fine, I had to go out and feed." Sirius sighed and nodded, stepping back slightly, Harry looked at Remus who continued to look worried. "What's the matter Remmy?" Harry asked softly, going over to embrace the wolf but pausing when he shied away, flinching.

"You smell like blood." Remus whispered, eyes wide, face pale, Harry sighed sadly,

"It's what I eat, Remus." With that Harry turned silently and went upstairs in search of a bath. Remus watched him go; regret pooling like melancholy memories in his mind. Sirius sighed and grabbed his mate's hand, guiding him over to the couch where the sat together, black wings wrapping themselves around Remus, covering him in blankets of comfort and protection, he sighed and curled into the strong arms surrounding him. Meanwhile, upstairs, Harry stood beneath the warm flow of water. He titled back his head and sighed, his green eyes staring up at the white tiled ceiling, one upper fang peeking out between his lips.

Remus looked up when he heard approaching footsteps, Harry drew nearer, in an outfit that somehow made him even hotter. Black slacks hugged his legs tightly; his shirt was green and rather oddly shaped. The arm holes were cut back, dipping inwards to show the thick muscles of his upper arms, the neck however was full, covering almost Harry's entire neck. Hanging freely on his hips was a white studded belt, on his feet a pair of black boots. Harry smiled softly and stepped forwards, and knelt before the two men, reaching out to grasp both of their hands. He was grinning cheekily,

"It's odd company we're keeping, don't you agree? A vampire, a pregnant werewolf, and an insanely possessive veela." He chuckled, while Sirius began to grumble about not being possessive and stupid know-it-all godsons. Harry chuckled and leaned forwards, resting his head on Remus' knee, while gently stroking one Sirius' wings. The two men examined the small vampire and then exchanged a look, it was the day before his birthday, and they both had noticed how strange he had been acting.

Author's Notes~

All right there. Some notes to clear things up, Harry is a vampire, Remus a wolfie, and Sirius a veela. Sirius and Remus are mates, and Harry is going to find out who his mate is, in the next chapter. Aren't I cruel? However, I've dropped plenty of hints, you should be able to guess by now.