Shake it, Bake it, Brew it

Refraction

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However, Harry did notice that Trocar and Maria had headaches in the morning and it looked like someone went insane and trashed the living room downstairs, but he didn't ask questions beyond offering a potion for their headaches ...

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"Have fun on your playdate!" Frank yelled as a deceitfully blonde and blue eyed Harry came down the stairs and went into the main living room of the complex .

Harry rolled his eyes, "It's not a playdate. Draco and I are only hanging out." He sighed as Lyra and Libra pawed at the door ready to go meet Draco. Clearly they felt it was a playdate.

The werewolf nodded in understanding, "My mistake ... have fun on your date! If you kiss tilt your head to the left." Harry gaped with a light blush and shook his head in amusement, but he didn't get a chance to comment because of a certain vampire.

Trocar came flying down the stairs and pulled Harry into a hug, "IT'S NOT A DATE! He's too young!" The vampire glared at the werewolf who was laughing uproariously at the outburst.

The blonde child vampire appeared on the couch next to Greyback, "Calm down, Trocar. As you can see Frank is just joking." Maria giggled.

"Yeah fine ..." Trocar pouted and finally released Harry who was struggling to get free. Trocar casually pulled out his gold pocket watch and sighed, "You should go or you'll be late ... no kissing until you're 13, no sex until you're 17." Trocar muttered just loud enough for Harry to hear making the wizard press his now fully healed palm to his face to hide another blush before leaving the apartment complex with his kneazles.

Frank finally calmed down and stared at the door where Harry was just a moment ago, "He never asked what happened the other time ... he knows."

Greyback snorted, "A boy that smart never asking what made the present vampires go wacko means yes ... he knew since day one."

"That was our fault. If we checked for anything weird in the Dursleys' blood before drinking from them perhaps we wouldn't have gone ... I don't even know how to describe what happened to us." Maria pouted.

"You were high as kites, that's what! It was because of the mix of different things in their blood. Good thing is we now know that regular headache potions work on vampires. Other than that we need to use different means of terrorizing them." said Frank as he got up to pull a set of colorfully wrapped presents out from their hiding place deep under the chair.

The wizard's mentor sighed sadly, "I was hoping to keep him in the dark about Petunia, Vernon and the others. I'm sure we not only slipped up, but his owl saw us bring Petunia to the apartment. She's smart enough to find a way to tell Harry."

Maria shook her head, "Damn clever owl ... I'm glad he knows. Haven't you noticed that his sleep seems to have improved?"

Sanguini came out of the library and joined them with a couple more gifts in his arms, "It is true ... Harry looks like a massive weight has been taken off his shoulders." The vampire smiled softly, "Most people would be concerned about the boy's lack of response, but after everything ... those people didn't just want him to die, they wanted him to suffer an agonizing death all alone in that prison. How can anyone summon a shred of kindness for people like that? I'm just glad he doesn't think differently about us."

Trocar let out an uncharacteristically bitter chuckle, "Harry has the most open heart and mind of anyone I've ever met, but he's not naïve or foolish by any means. He knows we killed accidently and on purpose before and he ... he told me just yesterday, when we were training, that he would kill to protect the people he cares about ... I think he knows why we did what we did it. He knows we aren't heartless ... and it is not exactly true that he hasn't responded. I noticed him half heartedly searching the apartment complex even the cell rooms, but he didn't go all out."