Seventh year sped past at an alarming rate. Rose managed to move on without too much difficulty (thank FUCK), and all of a sudden we were in the Hogwarts Express for the last time.
“We're never coming back,” I said. I swear, this year my intelligence has taken a serious dip.
Al squeezed my hand. I'd never get used to the feel of his hand in mine. It sent tingles up and down my spine.
Mum, Dad, Daisy, Angel and Cassie were waiting for me on the platform. I'd told them about Al at Christmas. Angel had kept it from them, at my request, until I was ready to tell them. Mum got over Dad after a couple of years, I think him being an undead creature of the night helped, in all honesty. Plus, anyone with half a brain could see how stupidly in love with Daisy he was.
Mum had moved all my stuff into a flat that she and Dad had bought for me and Al. Al was spending one last human night with his family, then he was moving into our flat and Angel would change us.
Al hadn't told his family about his plans for changing, apart from Rose. Rose, to her credit, had actually managed to keep it a secret. Al was a very reserved person; he only told people things that he thought they needed to know. He was also the type to do something and think about the consequences later. I'd made him think about this though.
That evening, I was staying with Dad and Daisy. Angel and Cassie had already left. Being a part vampire actually suited Cassie really well. I was saying goodbye to Mum at the door.
She pulled me into a hug. “I know what you're going to do,” she said. “I want you to know that I'm so proud of the man you've become, sweetheart.”
And with that, she turned and disapparated.
A warm breeze blew across my face.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dad asked from behind me.
“Positive,” I said.
“I'll ask him again, but I know his answer won't change.”
Dad smiled. “I'm looking forward to us being a proper family, at last.”
I grinned in response. “Me too.”
Al apparated in front of us.
“I left a note and snuck away,” he admitted, looking sheepish. “I want to get this done. I want to live the rest of my life.”
I nodded. “Right. Let's do it.”
I grabbed his hand and we disapparated to our new flat, where Angel was waiting.
“I thought you'd come sooner rather than later,” he explained.
We went into the bedroom. I was suddenly nervous. Al and I sat next to each other on the bed.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked Al for the millionth time.
“Yes! Get on with it.”
Angel bent down and bit my wrist. The last thing I felt was excruciating pain before the darkness took me.
This was weird.
I'd been friends with Scorp for years. We'd lived together for years, played together as kids, and he was my best friend at school.
So why, all of a sudden, did my dick think it was a great idea to wake up whenever he was around?
He'd gone on holiday over the summer with his mum and her sister to Spain. Instead of burning, like I would've done, he came back a glorious shade of bronze, having grown six inches and bulked up.
It so wasn't fair.
My curtains were open and he wandered out the shower, still half asleep with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Go away go away go away, I chanted in my head. He was straight. He slept with Roxy last night! My own cousin!
He's straight, I told myself. You'll just have to get over it.
It didn't help that we'd been playing spin the bottle until the small hours. That was how he and Roxy ended up in bed. But it had been my turn first, and the bottle landed on him. He thought nothing of it, of course, and laughed it off afterwards, before taking his turn and it landing on Roxy... and the rest was a blur. A literal blur. I drank myself stupid after that. I shouldn't be having these feelings for my own best friend.
“Scorp...” I began hesitantly. I had to know.
“Hmmmm?” he grunted, still half asleep, having collapsed back into his bed.
“Are you and Roxy together now?”
“Fuck I hope not. I don't know why I did it. She's a nice bird and everything, and completely gorgeous, but...”
My heart skipped a beat. He didn't have feelings for her. It was just sex.
He sat up. “I need to do something. Sober.”
I sat up too, ignoring the pounding in my head. “What?”
He scrambled across his bed and bounced onto mine. “I need to know if it was just the alcohol or if it was real.”
“Huh?” Was the only response I could make.
He bit his lip, looking nervous. “I... oh fuck, never mind, it's too weird.”
I raised an eyebrow. “We don't keep secrets from each other Scorp. Tell me.”
“I don't think I can. Even you'd get freaked out by it.”
Was he saying (or not saying) what I thought?
“Do it then,” I challenged him.
His eyes hardened. He'd made his decision.
In one quick movement, his lips were on mine. It was gentle at first, like he was asking a question and I was answering, but he never pulled away. Then he kissed me more firmly and wrapped his hands around my neck, and mine were on his naked torso, stroking his back.
All too soon, he pulled away, and I panicked. He didn't want me.
“Wow,” he said. “That felt kind of... right.”
“Thank fuck. It wasn't just me then,” I grinned in relief.
When I opened my eyes, Al was sitting up, already awake. He was gorgeous. Pale, he didn't need his glasses anymore, and his hair, slightly longer now, flopped over his face in a dramatic way. His usually gorgeous green eyes were a flat black.
“I've been waiting for you,” he grinned, showing his fangs. I grinned back, looking towards the mirror.
I looked like Dad again.
“Merlin, I'm thirsty,” I said, grabbing my throat. “I hope Angel stocked the fridge.”
We ran as quick as a flash to the kitchen. Angel had actually thought to fill the fridge with synthetic blood, and the freezer with red meat.
Once we'd demolished three cartons of blood between us, Al grabbed me and kissed me. It was new, and different, but familiar at the same time. He made it pretty clear what he wanted, his hands caressing me all over. I ripped off his shirt, and undid his jeans. I turned him around and pushed him over the table. I took my shirt off as I moved against him as hard as I possibly could. He reached around and pulled me over him. We were the same height now, I'd finally grown to catch up with him.
Al and I got married after a couple of years. It was the most vivid day of my life. Al, in dark dress robes, his eyes sparkling with life, his family by his side. He was so beautiful.
Over the years, we gave new meaning to the Black family. The old, pure blood supremacist Blacks had died out. It was just us, and Sirius and Fiona, until they died.
We were a great family, and we loved each other fiercely.
Now, it was a hundred years after Daisy had been changed. She barely looked a day over sixteen. Dad looked about twenty. Angel and Cassie looked about eighteen, as did Al and I. We kept mostly to ourselves. We never hunted people. Ever. It was an unspoken rule between us.
So that's our story. We all went through our fair share of pain, but it was definitely worth it in the end, because our family is perfect, and none of us would change it.