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Of Lions And Lambs - Part One	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7083 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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(U)Chapter Seven(U)

"Tell me about your old life," Jasper said softly as he and Draco lounged on the platinum haired teens bed, resting on the pillows with their backs against the headboard. It was Saturday and having done all of his homework during the week Draco was free to just sit and chat with the vampire he was starting to truly trust and seriously starting to like.

"What do you want to know?" Draco asked hesitantly, still unwilling to ruin their growing relationship with talk of his past. He didn't think he could bear it if even a vampire were afraid of him when he found out what he had been, even if it had been unwillingly.

"Anything," Jasper smiled at him.

""Ok," Draco said slowly, "You might have already guessed this but my family have never been short of money. In fact we've always had plenty, the combined fortune of both my parents families." Jasper was silent as he listened, his hand reaching up to play with the soft platinum blond hair hanging for once un-styled to Draco's chin. "Back in England I grew up in Malfoy Manor on the Malfoy Estate. I also grew up a completely spoilt little brat."

"No, I can't believe that," Jasper interrupted, shaking his head.

"Oh believe me it's true," Draco chuckled sadly, "When I was eleven I went away to boarding school, a complete shock I tell you. There were people there who wouldn't be my friends when in my mind at least I was obviously the best person there. That angered me but looking back I think it also did me the world of good," Draco continued softly, "I was at Hogwarts, that's the school, for seven years. So much happened, too much to tell you in one go. Some things were good, most things were bad as a war was growing in the Wizarding World between the Dark and the Light. I changed…became a-a darker person but I-I don't want to-to talk about that just now…it's…it's…" Draco trailed off, biting his lip and looking away from Jasper.

"It's ok," Jasper said softly, feeling Draco's pain, fear and self-hatred growing with each stuttered word, "Tell me how you came to move here." Draco took a deep breath before continuing to speak,

"After all that ha happened and the war was over, the Light side winning, my family and I were put in a…dark place," Draco physically shuddered at the memory, "I thought I would never get out of there. But then the boy who had refused to be my friend on the first day of our first year, the same boy who was my enemy for all seven years of my school life and had just saved the world…again. He saved me. Rescued me and my family and took us home." Draco sighed, playing nervously with the hem of his shirt,

"I wasn't very well for a long time after that. I had waking nightmares and…and panic attacks and as I wasn't getting better with all the attention shoved on us by the Wizarding World my parents thought it best that we got out of the limelight for a while." Jasper's expression was one of worry as Draco spoke of being unwell and immediately he remembered the nightmare he'd witnessed but been unable to ease. Noticing the trembling that had taken over Draco's entire body as he spoke Jasper gently pulled the smaller teen into his lap, hugging him close to his chest. Draco let out a deep sigh, his breath tickling against Jasper's neck,

"Harry, that's the boys name, he helped my father arrange for our 'disappearance'. They searched for somewhere without magic, somewhere that there would be no reminders and no wizards pointing fingers. My father chose America and then he chose the state of Washington because of its low magical signature. And then finally he chose the small town of Forks. Partly because it had no magical signature at all, partly because he found the name amusing."

"Amusing?" Jasper asked with a smile.

"Come on, a town named after a piece of cutlery? How can you not find it ever so slightly amusing? Imagine if it was called Spoons," Draco laughed softly, "So anyway we moved here and turned Muggle…"

"Muggle?" Jasper asked with a frown.

"It's a term used by Wizard's and Witches. Basically a Muggle is a person without magic. Like Bella or Jessica," Draco explained and Jasper nodded in understanding, "Anyway we turned Muggle, at least to anyone looking at us. We haven't stopped using magic or anything, just learned to be discreet. I got better. I enrolled at High School despite the fact that I'd finished my education back home and there I found you lot," Draco smiled ruefully at Jasper, leaning away from him a little but not enough to force the vampire to stop hugging him, "Vampires. The dark creatures of the night with no magical signature."

"We're not all dark you know," Jasper pointed out quietly, not thinking of himself, more of Carlisle and Alice, those in his family with the best track records.

"I know. But I'm afraid the Wizarding World classes all creatures like yourselves as dark. Vampires, werewolves, mermaids, elves, pixies, centaurs, giants…the whole lot are considered dark. In fact one of the only magical creatures always considered light is a unicorn," Draco explained apologetically. "And so that was tiny bit of my story. I'll tell you the rest one day."

"And one day I'll tell you mine," Jasper said with a tight smile, his own self-hate joining Draco's as he remembered the hundreds if not thousands of victims in his past, human and vampire alike.

"I take it then that you don't like your past either?" Draco asked softly, realising that in all the times they'd talked, whether it be here or at school, they had never talked about Jaspers past.

"Not some of it," Jasper admitted.

"What a pair we make," Draco chuckled softly. For a few minutes they sat in silence, Draco staying curled up in Jaspers strong arms, his head resting on Jasper's rock solid shoulder. In theory he shouldn't have found this comfortable, it was like being hugged and comforted by a boulder but Draco really was comfy. And what was more as he relaxed more and more he began to feel safe. "This is nice."

"Yes it is," Jasper agreed, "You're so soft…so warm…so fragile…" Draco lent back a bit in the strong arms to smile at Jasper, "And it makes me feel almost warm inside, despite that being impossible, that you trust me enough to hold you like this."

"I trust you to do a whole lot more than just this," Draco found himself saying and absolutely believing what he said, he did trust Jasper. Entirely. And so without a second thought he pressed his lips against Jaspers, kissing him passionately, his hands cupping Jasper's strong jaw gently.

"And it's -" Jasper practically growled against Draco's lips between kisses, "a good thing - that I - that - Draco, stop…" Draco's lips had left Jaspers now and moved to the marble like neck, nipping and sucking at the ice-cold skin, "It's a good thing that I don't trust myself enough!" And with that final growl Jasper literally lifted Draco off of his lap by his arms and deposited him on the other pillow, ending the both agonising and delicious kisses instantly.

"Spoil sport," Draco muttered with a pout.

"Yes, I am a spoil sport," Jasper answered with a smile, "So you really trust me now then? More than you did before?"

"Yes," Draco answered shortly, "I don't really know what's changed if anything at all except of course my feelings. I…really like you."

"I'm glad," Jasper smiled softly at him, "I'm also stronger than I thought. If any other human had gotten that close to me I'd have…well…it would have been bad. But you…I can't even imagine hurting you…it would kill me if I did…"

"I wouldn't want that," Draco said softly.

"I know," Jasper said softly, taking Draco's hand in his and linking their fingers, "So, Edward is brining Bella to meet the family tomorrow and Alice has told me that I should bring you too. Apparently tomorrow would be a good day. So?"

"You want me to meet your family?" Draco asked with a slightly goofy grin.

"Yes."

"You're family of veggie vamps?"

"Yes, although you probably shouldn't call them that to their faces," Jasper chuckled softly, "So will you come?"

"Of course," Draco nodded.

"Great. I'll swing by tomorrow and pick you up."

"A time would be good," Draco prompted.

"Mid-day," Jasper smiled, "Think you can be ready by then?"

"Oh I should think so," Draco said, "Anything I should know?"

"No, just be yourself," Jasper said.

"I'll try."

They talked for a little while longer but then Jasper's extra sensitive hearing heard Narcissa climbing almost silently up the stairs. Moving to the window quickly he suddenly paused, rushed back to Draco and kissed his lips gently. Then he was gone and a good thing to as Draco's door opened then and Narcissa entered, freshly ironed clothes piled in her arms. She was really getting into the whole muggle mum thing, well almost muggle.

"Sorry Draco, I'd have knocked if I had a free hand," she told him apologetically as she went to his dresser, "Dinner will be in a little while. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"Actually yes," Draco said with a smile, calmly picking up his book from his bedside cabinet and opening it to his latest page, "I'm going out with some friends for the day. I hope that's not a problem."

"Of course not darling," Narcissa answered warmly, continuing to put his clothes away before she left his room, still smiling and thinking how wonderful it was to see the change in her son.

(I)"Swan Residence."(I)

"Hi it's Draco. Is Bella there?"

(I)"I'll just get her. Bells! Phone!"(I)

(B)"Who is it?"(B)

(I)"Draco."(I)

(B)"Hi Draco."(B)

"Hi Bells."

(B)"Don't go there or I'll start calling you Coco."(B)

"Ok. Look I was just calling about tomorrow, about meeting the Cullens."

(B)"Has Jasper asked you to go too?"(B)

"Yes, hope that's ok with you."

(B)"Sure! In fact it's quite reassuring not to be going on my own. It's not that I'm worried about the whole family thing but…Draco what if they don't like us…well me? They'll definitely like you, you're more like them than me and…"(B)

"Bella?"

(B)"Sorry."(B)

"They'll like you no matter what because Edward likes you."

(B)"You sure?"(B)

"Yes. I mean, Bella what do you think is there not to like?"

(B)"Just…stuff."(B)

"Stuff."

(B)"Yeah."(B)

"Right. Well as long as you're ok with me going too then I'll see you tomorrow. Night Bella."

(B)"You're strange, you know that Draco? Night."(B)

The next morning Draco got up ridiculously early for a Sunday (he usually liked to sleep in till about mid-day) but on this particular Sunday there was a very good reason. Having a thorough shower he went down to breakfast in only his bathrobe, scoffing down two slices of strawberry jam on toast, before disappearing back upstairs to choose his 'Meet The Family' outfit. Eventually, after trying on and discarding many he had what he considered to be the right outfit.

A green shirt made of the softest silks, the top few buttons left undone to show off a bit of his smooth chest. Tight black jeans that made his bum look amazing. Casual but still reasonably smart black shoes. And to finish it off a black leather jacket, the cut just right to hang about his torso and show off his muscles. He let his hair hang loose about his face instead of spending ages trying to style it. If Jasper had anything to do with it the soft locks would be a mess in no time, Jasper had an odd fascination with playing with his hair. Not that Draco really minded.

Mid-day came and Draco hurried down the stairs to meet Jasper, after all he didn't want his parents seeing just who he was going out with after. All he was breaking some pretty firm rules in his parents eyes anyway. He was stopped at the front door by Lucius however.

"Have you got your ring on?" he asked.

"Dad," Draco protested, "I won't need it today."

"I don't want you to take that chance," Lucius answered shortly, drawing his wand, "Accio ring." The ring flew down the stairs to land in Lucius's outstretched palm. "For me Draco, please?"

"Oh alright," Draco sighed, slipping the ring onto his finger, "Happy now?"

"Yes. You mother wants you back in time for tea," Lucius told his son, actually opening the door for him.

"Ok, I'll try," Draco agreed, looking for any one of the Cullen cars. It was the Jeep today and smiling over his shoulder at his father Draco crossed the road and slid into the passengers seat.

"Ah!" Jasper gasped, pushed up against the other door unwillingly.

"Hold on," Draco said, pulling the ring off his finger and stuffing it in the empty glove compartment, "Don't let me forget to put that on when I go back home." Jasper nodded, started the engine and pulled away. "So where exactly do you live? What part of town?"

"It's just outside of town actually," Jasper answered.

"Oh," Draco nodded.

"You look amazing," Jasper said, looking like he was literally forcing his eyes to stay on the road.

"Thank you," Draco smiled, "Not too much?"

"Never," Jasper shook his head.

"You look amazing too," Draco commented. As ever Jasper was in a long sleeved and deliciously tight blue t-shirt, dark jeans and similar shoes to Draco's own, "Do you have a thing for long-sleeves?"

"Yes," Jasper shrugged.

"Cool. So do I," Draco murmured.

"Not by choice," Jasper muttered.

"Me neither," Draco sighed and the smiled at each other just as Jasper pulled of the main road, "Is this…is this you're drive?" Draco asked as the jeep meandered it's way down the winding road which looked too narrow and rural to be a real road.

"Yes," Jasper chuckled.

"Cool," Draco said, just as they rounded the last corner as Draco saw the house for the first time, "Oh wow…"

"You like it then?" Jasper chuckled once more.

"It's beautiful," Draco breathed, wide eyes taking in the huge glass windows, the wooden panelling, the huge garage door, the way the second layer stuck out at one corner, the fact that there were four floors, "And absolutely nothing like what I was expecting."

"Oh? And just what were you expecting?" Jasper asked as he pulled the car to a stop on the sloped entrance to the garage.

"Something darker, more like a castle," Draco admitted, "The vampires we met before lived in a castle made of black stone. It had gargoyles murdering people around it's roof and windows and the black curtains were forever closed. Stories of the castle used to terrify me as a child and when I actually saw it…"

"You went there?" Jasper asked shocked.

"I didn't have a choice but let's not talk about that," Draco said, opening the door and slipping out of the jeep. Jasper slipped out the other side and the silver Volvo pulled up behind the jeep, "What perfect timing, here's Edward and Bella."

"Hey Draco," Bella said as she slipped out of the car, Edward having rushed around it at abnormal speed to open her door for her, "You look perfect as ever."

"Don't sell yourself short Bella," Draco said, slightly sternly. Edward nodded in agreement as he led Bella up to the front door, letting her in first like the perfect gentleman. Jasper let Draco go in first too.

"I'll take your jacket if you want," Jasper said softly in Draco's ear, standing close behind Draco and causing the young wizard to shiver as he nodded. As he let the vampire take his leather jacket off of him, finding the house to be pleasantly warm he listened to Bella and Edward talking as they too removed their coats or in Bella's case her cardigan.

"Whoa. This is incredible," Bella breathed looking around in wonder. "It's so light and open, you know?"

"What did you expect, coffins and dungeons and moats?" Edward asked with a little smile and Bella laughed nervously,

"No, not the moats."

"Not the moats," Edward repeated softly while Jasper chuckled loudly,

"Draco expected something different too," he said.

"What? All the vampires I've ever heard about live in scary places," Draco shrugged off his slight embarrassment. Edward led the way, Bella following and Jasper and Draco brought up the rear, Jasper taking Draco's hand in his own. A few steps up the stairs Edward stopped suddenly and turned around, eyes only on Bella,

"This is the one place we don't have to hide," he said calmly.

"What's with the cross?" Draco asked, noticing the strange decoration.

"I'll tell you later," Jasper promised as Edward said loudly,

"I told them not to do this," and continued his way up the stairs towards the kitchen if the smells and sounds were anything to go by. And the opera music…that was a little strange. Draco could only assume someone in the family liked opera…

They stepped into the kitchen a little behind Edward and Bella and Draco couldn't help smiling at the unusual scene before him. Vampires cooking. There was an absolutely stunning man with hair very similar to Draco's own smiling at them and a beautiful woman with extremely bouncy brown hair hurrying over to Bella. Waving with a knife in an oh so typical way was Emmett and unsurprisingly Rosalie glared at him as she unwillingly held a bowl of salad.

"Bella, we're making Italiano for you," the beautiful woman with the bouncy hair said in an eager light voice, "And Draco, I hope you'll come again so that we can make something truly English for you."

"Oh," Bella said softly whilst Draco replied with a winning smile,

"I'd love to."

"Bella, Draco, this is Esme. Our mother for all intents and purposes," Edward was the one who introduced the beautiful woman.

"Bonjourno(sp?)," Bella said hesitantly.

"Moto Bene(sp?)," Esme beamed at her, speaking with a beautiful accent.

"You've given us an excuse to use the kitchen for the first time," the platinum blond man said, walking around to stand behind Esme. He looked directly at Draco and smiled broadly, "I'm Carlisle."

"Our father," Jasper said to Draco.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Draco," Carlisle said warmly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too Dr Cullen," Draco replied.

"Please, just Carlisle," the handsome vampire said cheerfully.

"I hope you're hungry," Esme said, still cheerful.

"Starving," Draco replied instantly. Bella took a fraction longer,

"Yeah, absolutely." Edward of course had to ruin everything, saying in a quiet voice but aiming it at his family,

"She already ate."

There was loud smash as the glass bowl shattered in Rosalie's gloved hands, the pieces landing around her absolutely stunning shoes. Calmly she stepped over the debris, up the steps and lent against the pillar in the kitchen.

"Perfect," her voice was cold and hard and Draco frowned.

"Yeah, it's just because I know that you guys don't eat so…" Bella began awkwardly but Esme interrupted with a kind smile,

"Of course. It's very considerate of you." She then sent a glare, either because of her comment or the broken bowl, towards Rosalie and that made Draco like the motherly vampire, she reminded him of his own mother.

"Just ignore Rosalie. I do," Edward advised his girlfriend.

"Yeah," Rosalie snapped, "Let's just keep pretending like this isn't dangers for all of us." Emmett tried to stop his girlfriend talking by tapping her shoulder, none too gently either but Rosalie had just ignored him.

"I would never tell anybody anything," Bella said softly, "Neither would Draco. Would you?"

"Never," Draco said quickly, sending a look Jaspers way and earning a smile in return. Jasper knew exactly what that look meant, 'if you keep my secret, I'll keep yours', just like he had said long ago.

"She knows that," Carlisle said, glancing at the still angry Rosalie.

"Yeah, well," this time it was Emmett who spoke up, albeit a little more unwillingly and gently than Rosalie had, "the problem is, you two have gone public now, so…" Esme interrupted sharply,

"Emmett."

"No, they should know," Rosalie snapped, "The entire family will be implicated if this ends badly."

"Badly, as in…we would become the meal," Bella said slowly. Draco looked at her sharply as the family of vampires snickered softly before outright giggling, yes giggling. It was during this apparently humorous moments that Alice entered…via a tree branch over the balcony. She jumped down almost effortlessly, smiling at the group she found in the kitchen.

"Hi Bella," she looked first to Bella and then to Draco, "Hello Draco. I'm Alice." She rushed across the room and threw her arms around Bella tightly. "Hi."

"Hi," Bella answered awkwardly and at that moment Alice Jumped back, a bit startled, almost dropping the little bunch of flowers in her hand.

"Oh!" she gasped, "You do smell good."

"Alice," Edward looked at his sister, a slightly worried expression on his face, "What are you…"

"It's ok," Alice said with a broad grin, "Bella and I are gonna be great friends. And don't you worry Edward, none of us will hurt her." Draco snorted at Edwards mortified expression.

"All right, I'm gonna take you on a tour of the rest of the house," he breathed out deeply as he took Bella's arm and pulled her back out the kitchen, muttering to himself as if in need of giving himself courage, "Ok."

"Well, I'll see you soon," Alice called eagerly.

"Ok," Bella replied, more than a little stunned before she allowed herself to be gently led out of the kitchen. The giggles started anew once they were gone, mostly from Alice and Esme,

"Cute," Alice practically squealed.

"I know," Esme echoed.

"I think that went well," Carlisle said softly.

"Clean this up," Esme snapped sharply at Rosalie, "Now." Then she turned her back on Rosalie and Emmett who slowly obeyed whilst Esme rushed up to stand right in front of Draco, "You must tell me all about the Wizarding world. Jasper told us your secret, to warn us not to say anything to Bella but I must admit all it did was light a flame under my curiosity."

"Mine too," Alice said, rushing up to stand beside her mother, holding the flowers out, "I picked these for you. You should give them to your mother. She'd like them," she said and he smiled in thanks as he accepted them.

"What do you want to know?" he asked the two female vampires, "About the Wizarding world and magic?" They looked at each other briefly before turning to him and speaking as one,

"Everything!"

Draco had talked for over an hour with the family, telling those that wanted to hear about the wonders of the Wizarding world, glossing over the not so wonderful bits of course. Jasper stood behind him the entire time, his arms eventually winding around Draco's waist. Alice did not hold back the 'awwwww' when she saw this happen.

"I think that's enough talk of magic," Jasper interrupted when Alice asked yet another question. Rosalie and Emmett had disappeared some time ago, still angry at the decision to bring the who humans into their home, "I want to show Draco the house if that's alright with everyone."

"Of course, there'll be plenty of time for more questions later on," Alice said knowingly. Jasper pulled Draco towards the door but Draco pulled out of his arms, going over to Alice and handing her the flowers.

"Can you put these in water for me? I don't want them to wilt before I go home," he requested softly and she nodded in answer, taking the bunch and skipping over to the sink where a little vase was already waiting. She must have known he'd ask her. Then he willingly followed Jasper out of the kitchen, down those stairs and up another set.

Jasper was the perfect tour guide, taking him round the entire house, telling him interesting little stories about things. He even told him about the cross, how it was Carlisles. That meant learning a little bit about Carlisle's past but Draco asked for no more details than was necessary to explain the cross. He didn't want to pry into someone else's past without their permission. Jasper felt an odd sort of respect for Draco in that moment.

The tour ended with Jaspers own room and the vampire watched from the doorway as Draco wandered around. He admired the paintings and sketches that covered the walls of the room, done by Jasper him self. They weren't masterpieces but there was the sort of skill that came with decades of practise. The images they displayed were dark, images of the war he'd fought in as a human, some of the few memories he had of his life. Others were images of the vampire wars he'd suffered through so long ago. The only ones with bright colours in them were the later ones, the ones of his family…and the one of Draco resting on the desk, still half-unfinished.

"Hey that's…" Draco mumbled when he noticed the sketch.

"Er, yeah," Jasper mumbled.

"Did you…?"

"Yeah," Jasper shrugged, "I'm not as good as Esme or Alice but I think I caught your likeness all right…"

"It's lovely," Draco blushed beautifully and carried on exploring the busy room. He went to the bookcase next, tilting his head to the side and reading the titles as he went along, his finger tracing the old covers, "Some of these books must be antiques," he breathed reverently, "I feel like I'm back in the library back home."

"Do you like old books?" Jasper asked.

"I love the smell of old books," Draco nodded, speaking softly, "The feel of the pages and the crinkling sound they make when you turn them." He left the bookshelf and peered into the walk in wardrobe, gasping and giggling at the fashions he found in it, "Do you ever throw anything away?"

"Not really," Jasper said with a small smile.

"You could fill a museum with this, oh wow!" Draco laughed, pulling out an absolutely…disgusting…lime green…thing, "Please explain?"

"Four words, Alice In The Eighties," Jasper sighed sadly and Draco laughed, "She picked it. She forced me to wear it. And now she won't let me throw it out." Draco's laughed increased as he put what he believed to be a shirt back in wardrobe and followed the wall along to a shelf above the large television and sound system. The shelf was filled with photo albums and pulling down the first one Draco opened it up and found himself staring at an old black and white photograph of Jasper.

"How old is this?" Draco asked softly as Jasper came up to stand behind him.

"That was taken in 1910 by my friend Peter who I lived with at the time," Jasper answered, "It's the only one I have of my time before Alice." Draco's fingertips stroked the serious face in the photograph, "I didn't smile much then. It was a few years after that when I left Peter and Charlotte, began to travel on my own. It wasn't until the mid-1950's that I met Alice."

Jasper reached over Draco's shoulder and turned the page, revealing a black and white photo of Jasper with his arm around Alice. She was smiling and he looked a little less serious. And their clothes were the typical fashions of the fifties, a big skirt for Alice and a college jumper for Jasper.

"You look good together," Draco tried not to sound jealous.

"I can feel your jealousy," Jasper whispered in Draco's ear, "The first time Alice met me she had a vision of both of our futures. She saw me with you, she described you at the time as a fallen angel. And she saw herself with a man built like Emmett and with redder hair than Edward. She does not know his name or where he is but she is waiting for him," Jasper explained softly.

"Oh," Draco mumbled, waiting a few moments before closing the photo album. He could look through them later. Turning in Jaspers arms he kissed his lips gently and then bounded over to the huge couch facing the television, giving an excited giggle as he dropped down into the plush cushions. It was so comfortable and easily made up for the room not having a real bed. "I like your room, I think it's my favourite of them all."

"I'm glad," Jasper smiled, dropping down beside Draco.

"Oh wow," Draco gasped as he noticed the long cabinet under the television, running from the door to the wardrobe, "Exactly how many DVD's do you have?"

"A fair few," Jasper answered, "Do you want to watch one?"

"Do you have the second Pirates Of The Caribbean? I watched the first one a little while ago and…" Jasper was up, the cabinet was open and the television was on before Draco could finish speaking. "Cool." Jasper returned to the couch as the menu appeared on the screen, armed with the remotes (one for TV, one for DVD). Draco snuggled into his side as he clicked play.

"Comfy?" Jasper asked.

"Yeah," Draco nodded, his head using Jaspers shoulder as a pillow once more. "This is nice and…remarkably normal."

"Would you rather we did something abnormal?" Jasper asked.

"No, normal is good," Draco mumbled, "So, Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom?"

"Neither," Jasper answered.

"What?" Draco asked surprised.

"I prefer Jack Davenport."

A/N Well, I'm slightly amazed by the response I'm getting for this story. It's…weird, not used to it.

A/N HARRY WILL BE IN THE STORY LATER ON! There, now you can all stop asking me. LOL. Oh and the werewolves aren't going to be ignored. They're coming up too. And the Weasleys. He he. So many plans…
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