Broken Twilight

Ch.3

"Draco, calm yourself now," Severus snapped, getting between his godson's wand and Harry's father.

"Calm myself?" Draco huffed. "How the hell can I calm myself when that creature is pawing all over my Harry?" He wasn't stupid, he knew exactly what that man was. He dealt with more than his share of vampires during the war.

Wanting to calm the boy that seemed to have feelings for his son, Carlisle held his hands up in a show peace. "I am Dr. Carlisle Cullen and Harry is my son. I would never hurt him."

Draco gave a loud and undignified snort. "I know exactly who the hell you are, Cullen," he sneered in disgust. "I have seen your picture plenty of times over the past four years while Harry cried his eyes out over you and his supposed loving family. You say that you would never hurt him, well that fucking ship has already sailed. I told him to forget about you since obviously you forgot about him, but the stupid Gryffindor would always make up some stupid excuse as to why you stopped writing to him. Harry is too damn loving and forgiving for his own good, he should have been a Hufflepuff."

"You of all people should be grateful for his forgiving nature, Draco," Severus reprimanded sternly. "Should I list all your past deeds that Harry forgave you for? I also seem to remember you always forgiving your father."

Draco advanced on his godfather, face red with anger. "My father may have been a Death Eater and a total bastard at times, but he loved me and died saving me. I failed the mission that the Dark Lord sent me on, and yet my father saved me when his master tried to give me to his followers as a sex toy as punishment. He gave up his life for me!"

Carlisle lowered his head in shame, the young man's words were cutting him deep. He was right, they had abandoned Harry. They knew that he was in the middle of a war and they should have boarded the first plane out and tracked him down to help. They had offered their assistance in the beginning, but Albus had said that they would only distract Harry. Stupidly they had instantly backed down, not wanting to cause Harry added stress. He should have listened to Jasper, his son had been furious and wanted to help his baby brother. He shouldn't have listened to Albus, he should have been there for his son.

"You're right," Carlisle said softly. "We abandoned Harry when he stopped writing to us. We thought that he didn't want us anymore, that we no longer fit in with his magical world, and so we moved on. We didn't know that Albus had been keeping our letters from each other. We should have stormed the castle demanding answers instead of packing up and moving away from the home that we shared with Harry."

Carlisle's head snapped back around when he heard a small gasp. It was so feint that he may not have heard it if he hadn't been a vampire. "Harry!" he gasped, reaching out to grab him as he tumbled off the bed. Unfortunately he had been a second too late. Quickly standing up, he rushed around the bed to help his son. Reaching down to grab his arm, he froze when Harry cried out in fear and scurried across the room until his back hit the wall. The look of fear on his son's face almost brought him to his knees.

Slowly, so as not to startle him, Carlisle got down onto his knees in front of his son. Harry had his knees up to his chin with just his eyes peeking over them. Seeing Harry like this brought back memories of their first few weeks with him. Harry had been like a frightened little rabbit, ready to bolt at a drop of a hat. He remembered trying to make himself as small as Harry so he would seem less intimidating. It helped that Jasper was an empath that could manipulate emotions. He could really use Jasper right now and his gift.