So, I was really hoping to stick with this fic until the end, but my muse is really fighting me on this one. I may have to put it on the back burner again for a bit. It really sucks, I want to get it completed. This isn't a very long chapter, but at least it's something. Sorry.

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Jacob ran his hand through his hair, tugging harshly on the short spikes. "We have to do something, and quickly. Can't you triple the antibiotics and whatever else you're going to give him to bring his fever down? If his fever comes down fast enough, hopefully Jasper won't notice."

"Do you think doing that will fool my son?" Carlisle asked. "Tell me, Jacob, would it fool you?"

With a grimace, Jacob shook his head no. "No, not only will I still be able to smell the sickness on him, but I'll also be able to smell the antibiotics."

Carlisle inclined his head. "And so too will Jasper. He is even more in tune to Harry then you seeing as Harry is his mate. Besides that, antibiotics and fever reducers won't bring Harry's temperature down that fast. I don't think you realize how dangerously high his fever is."

Billy, who was clutching one of Harry's limp and too hot hands, looked up at the vampire leader. "Then what do you suggest? I'm willing to not stop the boys from seeing each other, if that is what Harry wants, but I'm not going to stand back while your son forces mine to become a vampire and mates him against his will. Harry is only sixteen years old."

Sighing, Carlisle looked sadly down at the sick boy. "Other than the antibiotics and fever reducers, there really is nothing more I can do. There is no way that I know of to mask his scent, or the scent of the high doses of meds. All we can do is hope that Jasper can keep control of his vampire after he senses how sick his mate is."

Face set in stone, Sam turned to Jacob. "Call Quill and Embry back, we may need reinforcements."

"Not Paul?" Jake questioned as he dug out his cell phone.

"Paul is too short tempered, I want reinforcements in case there is a problem, not someone who could possibly instigate one." Sam explained. Paul was one of his best fighters and one of his strongest wolves, but his anger could be uncontrollable at times. The last thing this situation needed was Paul with his mouth and explosive temper.

Nodding his head, Jacob quickly started dialing Quill's number hoping that Quill and Embry wouldn't be needed. Harry didn't just hate fighting, he despised it. The last thing his cuz needed was werewolves and vampires fighting over his sick bed. But if it came down to it, if he didn't have a choice, he would fight the empath leech to the death. He wanted to see Harry happy, but he would kill Jasper before he let him turn his cousin against his will or rape him.

Carlisle started digging through his supplies, pulling out new bandages and everything else that he was going to need. He was trying not to show how anxious he was, but this was a very bad and dangerous situation.

Esme came into the room wringing her hands nervously. "Is there anything that I can do to help?"

Carlisle looked up from where he was prepping the IV and smiled warmly at his loving mate. "Can you please get some towels and ice water? We can trying wiping his face, neck, chest and ams down in hopes of lowering his fever. Normally I would place him in a tub of ice, but he can't get that leg wet."

Sam started pacing the foot of his pup's bed, deep in thought. "I just don't get it." He said after a few minutes of pacing. "He's a shifter, why isn't he healing? If it was one of us, an injury like that would have healed in an hour or less."

"Maybe horse shifters are different?" Billy said softly, his eyes still glued on his young charge. "I got the feeling he was holding a lot back from us."

"I searched online for days and found nothing, not even a fairy tail, on horse shifters. I read a lot on wolves, coyotes, and true werewolves, but nothing on equine shifters. I also didn't read anything about stag, or grim shifters." Edward added thoughtfully. "But I don't think we should pressure him for more information."

"Were you able to pick something up from him?" Carlisle asked curiously.

"No, but I know from reading Jasper's thoughts that Harry is terrified. You heard him, he said that there were things he couldn't tell us. I think he wants to tell us, but he can't."

"Well, our main concern is getting him better. He obviously doesn't have accelerated healing, and at this point there's a chance he could lose his leg." Carlisle said with a grimace as he carefully removed the bandage from Harry's leg. Thankfully the wound wasn't bleeding, but it was swollen and very red.

Jacob scrunched his face up in disgust, he could easily smell the infection. "That looks bad."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Thanks for pointing out the obvious."

"I really don't like the looks of this." Carlisle mumbled. "The infection is spreading fast. It's like his body isn't even trying to fight it."

"Should we take him to the hospital?" Billy asked anxiously as he did his best to not look at Harry's mangled leg.

Carlisle pursed his lips knowing that the wolves weren't going to like his answer. "It's safer if he stays here."

"Safer for who?" Sam growled.

"For everyone." Carlisle sighed heavily. "Especially for Harry. Whether you like it or not, Harry is the mate of a vampire. Jasper can't be pushed any farther, if we move Harry to the hospital, there's a good chance he will tear it apart in search of him, injuring and killing innocents and Harry in the process. You saw what a gifted fighter he is, three of us couldn't contain him."

Sam's top lip pulled back in a snarl. He didn't want to admit it, but the vampire doctor was right. He was powerful and a good fighter, yet Jasper easily defeated him. Not only did he defeat him, but he did it while fighting two other vampires, one of which was incredibly strong. Still, it felt like he was sacrificing Harry to protect everyone else.

"Can you give him the level of care here that you could at the hospital?" Billy asked softly. He didn't like it, but he had to agree with Carlisle. He couldn't risk innocent people getting hurt, bitten, or killed by Jasper. He loved Harry dearly, but he also had to think of everyone else.

"Yes, I have everything I need here and I can easily get other supplies if I need them."

Billy nodded his head in acceptance. All his instincts were screaming at him to get Harry to the hospital and far away from Jasper, but he knew that that would only make the situation worse. If the vampire went feral again, there would be no stopping him. He would rather have Harry a vampire, then him dead because Jasper accidentally killed him while feral.


Carlisle frowned at the thermometer in his hand. "I don't get it, his fever is still over hundred and four. It's been an hour and a half since I started him on higher doses of antibiotics and fever reducers, it should have come down at least a little by now."

Sam dipped his washcloth back in the ice water then placed it back on his pup's forehead. For the past hour they had been placing cold washcloths on Harry to help bring down his fever, but it didn't seem to be helping. "Can you give him more of something?"

Carlisle shook his head no. "I have given him everything I can safely give him, but like I said earlier, it's like his body isn't trying to fight the infection at all. The infection in his leg is bad, and getting worse, but I feel that there's something else going on here."

"Like what?" Jacob asked worriedly.

"I don't know." Carlisle answered feeling at a loss. "Maybe it has something to do with what he is. He's not a normal shapeshifter."

"Sam, have Embry run back to the reservation and ask the Elders if they know anything about different species of shifters." Billy ordered. "Maybe they have heard legends or something. I agree with Carlisle, there's something else going on here."

With a pained look on her face, Alice entered the room. "Carlisle, Jasper will be here in twenty minutes."

"Have you seen anything?"

Alice sadly shook her head. "I'm sorry, Carlisle, I tried to see, but the shifters..."

"Are blocking your gift." Carlisle finished with a heavy heart. "It's not your fault, Alice." This was a bad situation, he didn't see how it could end well. Harry was very sick and he didn't know how to help him, and Jasper was more than likely going to go feral again.

"Carlisle, my boys will take out Jasper if it comes down to it." Billy warned. "We know now that Jasper is probably Harry's imprint, but we're not going to stand back and allow him to turn him..not against his will."

Pursing his lips, Carlisle bent over Harry and gently started tapping him on his face. "Harry, son, can you please wake up for me?" Their only hope now was if Harry was conscious enough to tell Jasper that he wasn't ready to be turned. Jasper listened to Harry, even when feral.

"What the hell, man?" Jacob cried in outrage, his eyes glowing. "He's sick!"

"Control yourself, Jake." Sam reprimanded. "I don't like Harry being disturbed either, but he is the only one who will be able to stop Jasper."

Billy didn't like them waking Harry either, not with how sick he was, but Sam was right. Taking Harry's hand, he gave it a gentle squeeze. "Harry, I really need you to wake up and open your eyes, this is very important."

Moaning, Harry scrunched his face up in pain. "M'sorry." He slurred. "Don feel good."

Carlisle took some of the ice water and dribbled it on Harry's face to help wake him further. "I know you don't feel good, son, but Jasper is going to be here soon and it's important that you talk to him. If you're sick and unconscious when he gets here, he's going to go feral and bite you."

Harry weakly shook his head. "Please, don't want a bite."

"Incoming in ten minutes!" Alice yelled from the other room.


Growling in frustration, Sirius slammed the screen door then turned to scout the area. He was at the right place, he could smell his pup, but no one was currently home. "Dammit!" He snapped. "Where the hell is he?"

Remus was scanning the area with his eyes, Moony close to the surface. "This place is crawling with wolves, Sirius, I can smell them. One even lives here."

Sirius really didn't want to deal with Remus, he was still beyond furious with his mate for how he treated Harry. His poor pup had lost his two best friends and him, and instead of comforting his godson and taking care of him, Remus turned his back on him. None of what happened at the ministry had been his pup's fault, and he hated Remus for blaming Harry.

"Sirius, did you hear me?"

"Of course I heard you." Sirius snapped irritably. "You're standing right next to my damn ear."

Remus tried to hide his flinch, but Sirius' harsh attitude was really starting to hurt, and concern him. He was worried that his trip through veil affected him more than what they thought. "Sirius, maybe you shouldn't have left the hospital so early, you have so much anger inside of you."

Sirius eyes darkened. "I have so much anger inside of me because I have been saddled with an ignorant and selfish werewolf as a mate. I overlooked you turning your back on me while I was rotting in Azkaban and for abandoning our pup because I was just so damn happy to be free, but this I can't overlook. My anger has nothing to do with the veil, it has to do with you."

Remus rubbed his chest where a deep ache was starting to form. Sirius was tearing him apart, crushing him, but everything he spoke was true. "Please, Siri..."

"Who the hell are you?"

Sirius turned cold eyes on the young man that rudely interrupted his mate. The young Native American man couldn't have been older than twenty two, but he was built like tank. Wearing only cut off jeans, he stood stall and intimidating as he glared at them. "Is that any way to greet a stranger who has come peacefully looking for his godson?"

"How did you get here?" Paul snapped as he looked around for a vehicle. These two men seemed to just pop up out of nowhere, even their scents just appeared instantly.

"How did you get here?" Sirius snapped back cockily.

"Siri." Remus hissed urgently. "He's one. He's a wolf."

"I know exactly what the hell he is, there's nothing wrong with my senses."

Paul's eyes widened. "What the hell did you call me?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "He called you a wolf, shifter. Now where the hell is my godson, Harry?"

With a roar, Paul phased into his wolf. Eyes glowing and drool dripping from his jowls, he approached the pair with his hackles raised.

"That's a pretty big wolf." Sirius whistled appreciatively before he shifted into Padfoot.

Remus held his wand tightly in his hand as he watched the shifter and his mate circle each other. Padfoot wasn't as big as the wolf or as muscular, but Padfoot was fast and had experience with dealing with a real werewolf, not just a shifter. He was still worried though, Sirius had just come out of a coma.

Paul wildly shook his head when he heard Sam ordering him to stand down through their pack link. He didn't want stand down, he wanted to put this bastard in his place. Who the hell was he to come onto their territory demanding things...demanding their pup!

Remus growled when two more shifters came crashing through the woods. He was prepared to stun them, but then one grabbed the wolf fighting Padfoot by scruff of the neck and started pulling him away.

Jacob came running out of the woods in only his shorts. He had ran all the way from the Cullen's when Sam heard that Paul was ignoring his command to not fight Harry's godfather. "Paul, Sam says to stand down now!"

Snarling, Paul fought Jared who was attempting to pin him to the ground. Not only was he fighting Jared, but he was also fighting his wolf who wanted to obey his alpha. Whimpering when Sam finally used the full weight of his Alpha voice, something that he hated doing, he went limp in Jared's jaws in defeat.

Sirius shifted back. "Well, that was anticlimactic."

"Dude, how did you phase back with your clothes?" Jacob asked in awe. "I tear right through mine."

"Where's my godson?" Sirius demanded. "Where's Harry?"

"Oh hey, you're like my dad's cousin, right?" Jacob asked a bit excitedly, but also warily. This man didn't look very friendly at all. "Harry did say that you can shift into a grim. I -I guess that massive black dog you were was a grim?"

Sirius took a deep breath in an effort to control his anger. It wasn't the kid's fault that he was impatient to find Harry, but he wouldn't be able to rest or calm down until he knew that his pup was safe and sound. "Look, kid, not to sound rude, but I need to see my godson. I need to see that Harry is alright. Once I know he's safe, then we can get to know each other better."

Jacob pursed his lips as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "I, uhm, I can take you to him."

Sirius easily picked up on the boy's anxiety. "What's wrong with my pup?" He demanded.

"Nothing!" Jacob quickly answered. "Well, not nothing, nothing. He hurt his leg a few weeks backs after he phased into his horse form. It was healing, but like an idiot he phased again and did some pretty serious damage. He's currently fighting a pretty bad infection."

"He was able to shift!" Remus cried in shock. His magic was sealed, how had he managed to shift?

"Take me to him now!" Sirius barked urgently.

Jacob jerkily nodded his head. "Yeah, sure." He agreed, knowing that Sam and his dad would want to meet Harry's godfather. He hoped that the man didn't take Harry away, Harry was more like a brother to him now than a cousin. It would hurt if Harry left him.


Groaning, Severus bent over his desk as pain lanced through his chest. "Class dismissed!" He ground out as he waved his wand, vanishing everyone's potions.

"But, Professor, I..."

"Out now!" Severus roared as his body was wracked with even more pain. This wasn't the first time he had felt something through the link he placed on Potter, but this was the first time that it was truly something serious. There had been a few close calls, of course there had been, it was Potter, but they had been minor compared to this. What he was feeling now was life threatening.

Straightening up, he grit his teeth as he forced his trembling legs to carry him to the Headmaster's office. He needed to get a portkey to Harry's location, and unfortunately he had to get one from Dumbledore. He could make one himself, but creating an international portkey took a lot of magic and he had a feeling that he was going to need his magic to heal the bane of his existence.

Dumbledore jumped up from his desk when Severus came stumbling into his office. If he didn't know any better, he would swear that he had just suffered a few rounds of the Cruciatus Curse. Many times during the war Severus stumbled back like this after a Death Eater meeting. "My, boy, are you alright?"

"I need a portkey to Harry." Severus said urgently between clenched teeth.

"Severus, why would you need to go to Harry?" Dumbledore asked with a frown of disapproval. "Harry is better off if we just leave him alone. It's bad enough that Sirius and Remus went to pay him a visit. The poor boy no longer belongs in our world."

"Only thanks to you, Albus." Severus hissed. "But I'm not here about that, Harry is dying. I placed a very powerful monitoring charm on him and its warning me that he is in grave danger. I don't know what happened, but it's a matter of life or death. I need to go to him."

Even though he was concerned, Albus smiled proudly at his potions master. "I knew that you cared for Harry. You're a good man Severus."

"Dammit, Albus, make me a portkey!"

Dumbledore pursed his lips in thought as he retook his seat. "Maybe it would be wiser to wait a bit. I'm sure that Harry is being well looked after, he probably just bumped his head."

"This isn't a simple bump!" Severus cried in outrage. "Since I abandoned the boy in America a good dozen times I have felt my ward on him alert me to something going on, but those had been minor and of little concern. This however, this is bad. Harry needs help, and if you refuse to make me that damn portkey, I'll go to Rita Skeeter and tell her how you illegally sealed Potter's magic. You know that that is a one way ticket to life in Azkaban."

Albus picked up a little trinket that he had sitting on the corner of his desk. "Fine." He conceded. "But you're going to ruin his chance of being a normal boy."

"How can I, you already did that?""

Albus shook his head. "No, I saved his life."

"No, he saved all of our lives and you repaid him by turning on him and sealing his magic. He didn't deserve that and you know it. Potter never would have gotten dark."

"Alas, my dear boy, it was a risk that I wasn't willing to take." With a wave of his wand, Albus turned his little glass owl trinket into a portkey. "I hope, Severus, that you find our Harry well and happy."

Severus snatched the portkey then stormed out of the Headmaster's office. He needed to return to his lab to grab a few potions then he would portkey immediately to Harry. He prayed that it was nothing major, just a fault in his wards, but sadly he knew better. Potter attracted trouble, it was just who he was.


Harry was doing his best to remain conscious so Jasper wouldn't freak out, but his vision was already growing darker. He didn't know what was the matter with him, but he could feel his magic churning and crackling under his skin like a flame. Something was desperately wrong with him...with his magic.

Jacob lingered at the door with his hand on the handle. He didn't want to leave, but Sam was ordering him to return to the reservation. "You need me, Jasper will be back any second."

"Dammit, Jacob, I can't have Paul kill Harry's godfather. You're the fastest runner and one of the few who can hold his own against Paul. He's fighting my command. Go and stop him." Sam ordered sternly.

"Fine!" Jacob grumbled. He didn't like it, but Sam was tight. Other than Sam himself, he was the only other shifter that could take down Paul. He didn't want to leave his sick cousin, especially with the crazy bloodsucker almost here, but Harry would be devastated if Paul hurt his godfather.

"Siri!" Harry mumbled. He was trying to follow what everyone was saying, but he kept slipping in and out of consciousness. Was Sirius here, had he woken from his coma and actually come for him?

Billy wiped the sweat from his charge's forehead. "Everything is going to be alright, Harry." He tried to reassure. "As soon as the antibiotics kick in you will start feeling much better. I know you're tired, but I need you to stay awake just a bit longer, kiddo."

Harry wanted to believe Billy, he really did, but he had a feeling that Carlisle's antibiotics weren't going to help him. Whatever was wrong with him was magical, not just a leg infection. What he needed was Snape.

"I can hear him coming." Sam warned tensely. "He knows something is wrong, he just picked up speed.

Carlisle braced himself, ready to jump between his son and Harry. He didn't know what was wrong with Harry, but he feared that getting the bite right now would kill him. His body was fighting something, something more than just a leg infection, he was too weak to handle the vampire venom right now.

Jasper came crashing into the bedroom, his eyes wide and wild. About a half a mile out from the house he started to pick up on everyone's fear and anxiety. Under their fear and anxiety, he could feel Harry's pain and his sickness. Something was wrong with his little mate, something bad.

"Easy, Jasper." Carlisle said soothing as he slowly stepped away from Harry. He wanted to show his son that he wasn't a threat to his sick and injured mate. He also wanted to show him that he wasn't going to keep him from his mate.

Jasper was struggling with his vampire who wanted to take complete control. His mate reeked of infection and fever, but there was also another scent that he couldn't place, a scent coming from deep within his mate. The scent made his nose twitch and burn, it smelled almost like wires burning.

"What happened?" Jasper slurred, his fangs making it difficult for him to talk.

Carlisle relaxed a little when he saw that Jasper was in control, but the darkening eyes told him that he was holding onto to control by a thin thread. "I don't know, son. He was awake and talking then all of a sudden he spiked a dangerously high fever. His leg is infected, but I feel that there is something else going on, but I just don't know what."

Jasper closed his eyes as he fought hard to stay in control. It was so hard, his instincts were screaming at him to bite and turn his sick, possibly dying, mate. "Carlisle, you have to do something. Dammit, I don't want to do it, but I will bite him. Please, don't make me hurt my mate."

Harry was struggling to open his eyes, he heard Jasper and he wanted to talk to him, to reassure him that he was going to be alright, but it felt like he was wading through thick mud that refused to release him. "J-Jas..."

Jasper rushed to his mate's side when heard him attempt to say his name. He was so pale and weak looking, it terrified him to look at him. "Please be alright, Harry. Please get better."

Harry willed his eyes to open. He couldn't see much, but he could just make out Jasper's blond hair. "M-My godfather. Help. M-Magic." He said weak and brokenly. If Sirius was here, maybe he could figure out what was wrong with him. Maybe he could even get Snape for him.

"I don't understand." Jasper said guiltily. Harry was only making half sense. He understood godfather, but magic?

"My cousin, his godfather, is back at the reservation." Billy explained. "Jacob went to bring him back."

Jasper didn't know how he felt about that. He was happy for Harry that his godfather was here, but also terrified that he was going to take him away. Not that he would allow him, he would tear through anyone who tried to take his mate from him. He was done allowing people keep his mate from him, especially now knowing that Harry had feelings for him too.

"Harry, your godfather is coming." Jasper reassured as he caressed his mate's feverish and sweaty head. Grimacing from the heat coming off his mate, he looked pleadingly at his father. "Please, can't you do anything?"

"Jasper, I'm pumping him full of everything that I can. I don't know what's wrong with him."

Gritting his teeth, Jasper took a step back away from his mate. The need to bite was becoming to great to fight. "I can cure him." He said softly as he stared unblinkingly at his sick mate out of black as night eyes. "He doesn't have to suffer anymore."

"Jasper, no!" Carlisle warned. "Give me some more time. I know your instincts are screaming you, but there is a very good chance that he won't survive the turning."

Jasper scrunched his face up. "It's so hard. Carlisle, he's my mate, my everything. If I lose him, my life is over. I don't want to live in a world with no Harry in it."

Sam didn't like that the desperation in the bloodsucker's voice was affecting him. It was so easy to put himself in Jasper's shoes. If anything happened to Emily, he wouldn't want to live either. Emily was his heart and soul, his imprint.

Taking a deep breath then slowly releasing it, Billy cleared his throat. "Twenty four hours. If after twenty four hours Harry hasn't improved, I won't stop you from biting him. Biting only, no mating. I don't like it, but I don't want to lose him. I love that boy like he was my own."

"And if he takes a turn for the worse before the twenty four hours?" Jasper asked, not believing that Billy was giving him permission to bite and turn his mate. He didn't want to wait, but he was willing to fight his instincts if it meant keeping peace with the tribe. Harry loved the wolves, he considered them family, they were going to be a part of his life if he wanted to keep his little mate happy, and Harry's happiness was his top priority.

"If he takes a turn for the worse and there is no hope, I'll allow you to bite him." Billy reluctantly conceded.

"Billy, are you sure about this?" Sam asked, his heart heavy. He didn't want to see his pup become a vampire. He loved Harry and he was worried that his feelings were going to change if he became a leech.

Pursing his lips, Billy nodded his head. "Harry is a good kid with a good heart, I have faith that he will make a compassionate vampire. We will be there for him too, we'll help support him as he learns to control his vampire."

"Alright." Sam conceded. "You're right, we won't abandon him just because he is different than us. Harry is pack, and that won't change just because his diet will consist solely of blood."

Carlisle was shocked that the shifters were taking Harry's possible turning so well. He had honestly thought that they would rather see the boy dead than one of them. Not only were they taking it well, but they were offering to help him through his transition. He just prayed that Harry was strong enough to resist human blood. They may say that Harry would remain pack after his turning, but him killing someone would put those pack bonds to the test.