Stomping over to the sofa, Harry childishly threw himself onto it. Petulantly crossing his arms over his chest, he glared up at his mate.
"Whoa, temper tantrum much," Seth snickered, sticking his tongue out at his soul brother.
Harry was tempted to flip his best friend and brother off, but he knew that Sev would hit him with a painful stinging hex. "I don't want to be poked and prodded," he pouted instead.
"Potter," Severus sighed, "I'm a damn wizard with a wand, you will not be poked and prodded. Now stop your childish whining so I can get this over with."
"But I'm not sick," Harry protested again, making to get up, but only to end up back on the couch when Edward grabbed him from behind, thwarting his escape.
"For me, Harry," Carlisle pleaded. "Just let Severus scan you to give me some peace of mind."
"It's just a simple scan, what do you have against something as easy as that?" Rosalie asked, taking a seat next to him a grabbing his hand.
Shoulders slumping, Harry looked to the blonde with red tears in his eyes. "The last time I was scanned I was diagnosed with cancer and told that I was dying. I feel good and I'm happier than what I have ever been in my entire life, I don't want to find out if something is wrong with me. So what if I eat, sleep and crave sex. Is that so bad?"
"Hell no," Emmett barked. "If craving sex was a sign of sickness then I would have kicked the bucket when I was fifteen. Sex is on my mind twenty four hours a day."
"He's not lying," Edward groaned. "I have had a front row seat to his thoughts and sexual fantasies for decades."
Turning to his mate, Harry smiled triumphantly. "See, I told you that I was normal. Though you may want to have Emmett scanned. It can't be healthy thinking about sex every minute of the day for decades."
"Hey!" Emmett cried. "You little rat. And here I was taking up for you."
"Harry, I can understand your fear," Carlisle said gently, now understanding why his little mate was so against Severus checking him over. The cancer had been a horrifically traumatizing experience for his mate. Even now over a year later Harry still had nightmares about it. "But we need to know if something is wrong with you. I love you, Harry, and it would literally kill me to lose you."
Wiping his eyes, Harry reluctantly gave in and nodded his head. He really didn't want to do this, but he would do anything for his mate. If the roles were reversed, he would want Carlisle to be checked over.
"Rosalie, I need you to move aside," Severus instructed. "I don't want you to interfere with scan."
Smiling encouragingly at Harry, she leaned in and pecked him on the cheek. "Everything will be fine, you'll see."
Staring wearily at the tip of Sev's wand, Harry closed his eyes and nodded his head. This brought back so many horrible memories of his cancer. He was a vampire now, he wasn't supposed to get sick or die.
Looking down at the results, Severus frowned then handed the paper over to Carlisle. "According to my scan, you are a perfectly healthy dead pain in my ass brat...despite your sluggishly beating heart. There's is absolutely nothing wrong with you as far as I can tell."
Jumping up, Harry started dancing triumphantly around the room. "See, I told you that I was fine."
"Seventh years at Hogwarts have it brutal," Severus explained. "Add that to Harry still adjusting to being a vampire, that could explain why he's eating and sleeping so much. The school also has no technology so no elevators, Harry probably climbs around a thousand steps a day. He's burning up more magic and energy than what he can replace with what little blood he gets while at school."
