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Lycanthrope Factory	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter Views: 23091 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Harry Potter; all rights go to J. K. Rowling. I do not own anything from Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter; all rights belong to Laurel K. Hamilton. I make no money for this piece of fictional writing and never will.

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Last Time
“I don’t like hurting people. Too many people hurt me, so it’ll be a secret. A big secret, yes?”
“Oui. Yes, it’ll be our secret.”
“But they know.” Harry said with a frown, looking through narrowed eyes at Damien and Truth.
“They will not say anything.” Jean-Claude told him, giving a look to the two vampires in question.
“Of course not.” Truth said. “Though I hope to be one of your secret favourites too.”
“You don’t smile enough.” Harry said. “You always frown, like you’re always miserable or disappointed, the doctors never smiled either.”
Wicked laughed and nudged his brother. “See, even a little boy says you’re miserable.”
“I will endeavour to smile more around you.”
Harry grinned. “Okay. If you smile more and not be like the doctors, you can be one of my favourites too.”
“Is Micah one of your favourites?”
Harry shook his head. “The cat men remind me of him. I don’t like cats.”
“Of who Harry?” Jean-Claude asked seriously.
Harry shook his head and snuggled into Asher. “I want to go back to Richard now.”
“We shall talk more tomorrow, after you have woken up.” Jean-Claude told him and Harry nodded unhappily. He didn’t want to talk of him.
Chapter Ten – The Full Moon.
Harry was up early a few days later and he found Asher in bed with him, but Richard was already gone. He clambered over a dead Asher to get to the floor and he giggled as he pulled his clothes off, searching in the little drawer for the clothes that were his. He liked having his own things.
He was struggling and rolling around the floor trying to dress himself when Richard came out of the bathroom, his hair still damp from his morning shower. He laughed deeply as he saw him and he crouched down on his haunches to help him righten his clothes.
“Anita said I had to dress myself, but I don’t know how. I can take them off, but getting them on is harder.” Harry complained.
“That’s okay Harry, you’ll learn. You’re very clever.”
“Anita says I’m not. She says I’m stupid.”
“Don’t listen to a word she says. I’ll make her stop. Are you excited for the full moon tonight?”
Harry nodded. “I am staying with you, yes? I don’t like changing on my own, or in a cage.”
“You won’t be in a cage and yes, I’ll be right there with you. Micah too.”
“I don’t like cat people.” Harry frowned.
“So you keep saying, but you like Nathaniel don’t you?”
“I like Jason and Stephen more. Nathaniel is like a kitten anyway, he’s not a full cat.”
Richard hid the smile from Harry. He liked knowing that Harry didn’t like Micah as much as him, as petty as that was seeing as having Harry’s affection wasn’t a competition and shouldn’t be treated as one, but he did like it and he couldn’t help how he felt.
Richard carried Harry to the kitchen of the Circus and sat him down, making breakfast for the both of them as Harry chatted a mile a minute about things he could barely make out and sometimes spoke so quietly that he couldn’t hear him.
He served Harry his breakfast and sat next to him, watching Harry eat with his hands. He had tried to get him to eat with a knife and fork, or even a spoon, the other day but Harry was confused by them and didn’t like the feeling of things in his mouth or eating with them and when he was forced to use them, he ate awkwardly and had even cut the inside of his mouth with the prong of a fork. So Richard let him eat with his fingers for now, until such a time when he learnt to use utensils properly. This had to be better than feeding him with a drip all the time, even if all he was allowed to try at the moment was just very watery, bland porridge.
Lillian was very optimistic about Harry’s progress with food, he was being weaned off of his drips and that he was holding down the food, even if it was bland porridge, was very promising, but it would be a very long time before Harry would be completely off the drips, if he ever was as he still needed to ingest blood and with the absence of fangs, then the only way Harry could do that was with a drip.
“Are you going to be okay with Jason, Stephen and Nathaniel today Harry?”
Harry looked up at him from where he was playing with his food more than eating it and he frowned, whispering under his breath, but Richard was very used to this and he waited patiently for Harry to understand.
Harry grinned at him and bobbed his head happily.
“Yes, Jason said he’s taking me to his practice! I get to go out, but he promised that I wouldn’t be in the sun for long.”
“You make sure you aren’t out in the sun for too long.” Richard told him with a frown. “Tell Jason if you’re feeling itchy, okay?”
Harry bobbed his head and giggled as he let his porridge fall through his fingers, before sticking his hand into his mouth and sucking. He was so much like a toddler that Richard’s heart ached for the man that Harry could have been…the man he should have been if he hadn’t been stuck in a cage and left isolated and alone, untaught, uneducated and socially starved. The so called doctors had ruined any and all chances Harry had had of a normal life, even if they could teach him to be more independent and self-sufficient, the events of his past would always shadow Harry’s life and colour his future. He would never forget what had been done to him and there was nothing they could do to help him forget, all they could do was teach him to cope with it and help him to overcome it so that he might think and function as normally as possible.
Jason wandered in just five minutes before Richard had to leave for work and he gave the little wolf a solid look.
“Do not take your eyes from him.” He warned as Harry was playing with a cupboard door, having grown tired of playing with his food, which still had more than half left in the bowl. “Remember he still tires easily and he can’t stay out in the sun for too long.”
Jason nodded seriously. “The three of us will keep him safe, Ulfric. I swear.”
“Jamil will be joining you in a few hours, so you can get some real rehearsal in, if I could get any time off, you know I would, but with the full moon tonight…”
“You don’t have to explain it to me.” Jason cut in with a nod. “I know, now go or you’ll be late and won’t that be a horrible thing, a teacher late for his own lesson.”
Richard grinned and pulled Jason into a hug.
“I’m leaving now Harry.” He called out clearly, only for Harry to rush to him and clamp his waist in a hug.
“Have a nice day.” Harry said with an innocent grin.
Richard ruffled his hair. “I will, you be good for Jason.”
“I’m always good.” Harry grinned, mimicking the phrase Jason said often.
“He’s getting more and more like you.” Richard told Jason who smiled at Harry, pulling him into a hug.
“As he should, what better role model than me?”
Richard chuckled. “I’ll see you both later.”
“What are we doing now?” Harry asked, looking up at Jason trustingly.
“We are going to get ourselves ready and pick up Stephen and Nathaniel before heading to Guilty Pleasures for rehearsal.”
Harry bobbed his head. “For practice.”
Jason tugged Harry along, walking slow enough for Harry to walk properly beside him and not have to trot or even run to keep up.
“Then later, the real fun will start.”
“The big moon.” Harry said with a nod. “Richard said I didn’t have to be in a cage.”
“Of course not, you’re coming to the Lupanar with us, we can run and play all night.”
“Will Asher be there?”
“No Harry, he can’t come. The sun will really hurt him.”
“Can’t he come after the sun has gone and before it comes back again?”
“We’ll see.” Jason said a bit stiffly, wary of promising anything to Harry just in case he couldn’t deliver. He never wanted to let Harry down; he never wanted to see Harry’s sweet, innocent face crushed in disappointment. He was sure this is what parents felt like when looking at their toddler who was looking up at them with a bar of chocolate and wide, pleading eyes. He didn’t want to disappoint Harry, but sometimes it was unavoidable and he never wanted to be the one to tell Harry no and see that look of disappointment on his face aimed at him.
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Harry giggled as he crawled over the stage, sitting on the edge watching Jason, Stephen and Nathaniel work out dance moves and tricks for their shows. They were being very funny and they all helped him do some dancing when he asked and he was having lots of fun.
“Practice going well?”
Harry snapped his head around to see Jamil and he held his hands out happily.
“Very well, Harry’s been helping a lot, haven’t you Harry?” Stephen asked him gently and Harry nodded, feeling warm and proud of himself that he’d helped.
Jamil came and picked him up and Harry snuggled in, playing with the fascinating cornrows that Jamil had coming from his head. Jamil told him they were hair, but they didn’t look like hair. Harry petted them and run them through his fingers, playing with the little beads that were at the end of each cornrow.
“Don’t put it in your mouth.” Jamil told him sternly as Harry pulled the cornrow in his hand to his lips.
“I wasn’t going to.” Harry pouted. “I was going to lick it.”
“Don’t do that either.”
Harry frowned unhappily and dropped his hands to his sides, just lying on Jamil.
“You’ve upset him now, Jamil.” Jason sighed as he came to pick Harry up off of his pack’s Skoll.
“No, he needs to learn proper structure and discipline. Nothing drastic, but he needs to hear the word ‘no’ sometimes.”
Jason nodded his head in deference to his pack hierarchy, but he didn’t believe that that is what Harry needed.
“I want Asher.” Harry whispered, which was still loud enough for all of them to hear.
“The sun is up Harry, you know Asher dies when the sun is up.”
“Richard.”
“Richard is away too, he’s teaching.” Jason said as gently as he could.
Harry’s bottom lip wobbled, but he sucked it in quickly so no one would notice, but Jason had seen it and he petted Harry softly on the back of the head, his tufty hair was still several different lengths.
“Do you want to come and help me again?”
Harry shook his head slowly.
“You don’t want to dance?”
Harry shook his head and bit his lip harder. Jamil sighed and picked up the tiny body and cradled him, feeling the small tremors travelling through him.
“Go and practice, I’ve got him.”
Jason was unsure, but did as he was told when Jamil pulled down a chair and sat on it, murmuring softly to Harry, who had curled up small in his lap.
“Harry? Will you speak to me?” Jamil whispered when the three submissives had gone back to their rehearsal.
“Mean.” Harry told him.
“I’m not being mean. How would you feel if I started licking your hair? It’s not a nice thing to do.”
Harry blinked and then looked up at him. “Was I being mean?” He asked with wide, tearful eyes.
Jamil shook his head quickly. “No, it’s not mean, but it’s not nice either.”
Harry looked at him confused and Jamil wondered how the hell Richard managed this all day every day, it was no wonder he’d been so stressed lately. Harry really could make you feel incredibly frustrated and stressed, but it wasn’t really his fault, it wasn’t his fault that he just didn’t understand, it was the bastards who had done this to him and what Jamil wouldn’t give to thoroughly introduce them to his wolfman form on a dark night.
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A few hours later Harry was back under the Circus and Asher was up and awake with the other vampires and Harry was so happy to see him that he refused to stand on his own two feet to walk. He wanted to be carried around everywhere.
It wasn’t tiring by any means, Asher being a vampire, but it was inconvenient to do everything with a person, albeit a small, light person, attached to your hip and refusing to let go.
“Harry, mon ange, do you want to sit here by Jean-Claude?” Asher asked him.
“No.” Harry answered simply. “I have to leave you tonight for the big moon and Jason said I couldn’t bring you with me, so I have to stay with you now to make up for it.”
“You’ll see me tomorrow, mon ange. I swear it. You’ll be with Richard all night.”
“I know, but I like you too.” Harry frowned.
“It will be no different than me dying for the day.”
“But you won’t be dead for the day, it’ll be night time!” Harry argued.
“But it will be like I am, there will be no difference.”
“I don’t understand.” Harry sniffled.
“I will be here tomorrow afternoon; I will wake up as soon as I can to be with you again.”
“Promise.” Harry warbled softly, rubbing his eyes.
“Oui, I promise.”
Harry nodded then and Asher almost breathed out a sigh of relief, but centuries of control and hiding himself behind masks let him still the action before it had started.
It was just a few hours before the sun would set and Richard would come to collect Harry to take to the Lupanar for his change, they were all going to be watching Harry tonight and Asher was worried that this would make Harry self-conscious and make his shift overall more difficult.
He had no time to think about this as Richard walked through the door then, frowning as his muscular upper body was put on display as he wore no shirt tonight. His frown disappeared when he caught sight of Harry.
“Are you ready to leave Harry?”
Harry shook his head and clung to Asher tighter.
“You don’t need to be afraid Harry, I’ll be right there with you.” Richard promised.
Harry sniffed lightly. “I’m not afraid.” He denied after a minute of silence. “I’ll miss Asher.”
“Asher will be right here waiting when we get back tomorrow.”
“But…the sun will be out.” Harry said confused.
“Because we are underground Harry I will be awake sooner.”
“But…but I’ll turn back when the sun rises, when you die.”
“We won’t come back right away Harry, we’ll sleep off the full moon for a few hours, until the afternoon and then when we come back Asher might already be awake waiting for you.”
Harry’s mouth made a silent ‘O’ and he nodded. He gave Asher a last, tight hug before he slipped to the floor and loped over to Richard with his strange gait. He was getting better with help, but the damaged had already been done.
Harry held his hand out and Richard took it carefully and Harry was so full of excitement that he easily clambered the stairs, though the last several he went scrabbling up on his hands and feet and he was out of breath when he reached the top.
Richard scooped him from the floor easily and carried him out to his car, this was going to be an experience as he didn’t think Harry remembered being in a car, he’d been unconscious when he’d left the Factory in the back of an ambulance and unconscious when he’d been driven to the Circus by Anita.
He sat Harry down next to him and put his seat belt on him, clipping it in and making sure it was tight and secure. Harry was giggling and he was looking around the car like it was a great adventure. He had been right; Harry hadn’t been in a car before, not that he remembered.
“You need to sit still and calmly in a car Harry.” Richard said firmly and Harry nodded.
Richard started the car and the vibrations made Harry frown.
“Everything is fine, this is perfectly normal.”
Harry nodded, but he looked unsure of himself.
“I’m right here Harry, now we are going to start moving okay, but it’s going to be fine and I’ll still be right here with you.”
“I think I remember this from before the cage. I wasn’t allowed in it and I couldn’t touch it. It was silver.”
Richard nodded encouragingly, but he filed that bit of information away, it was unlikely that the Dursley family still had the same car, but if they liked the colour of the car, then perhaps they had a silver car now and that might be able to help them in whatever small way, god knew they weren’t having much luck with tracking them down from the little information they had thus far.
They reached the Lupanar with no fuss, which pleased and slightly surprised him, all six hundred or so of his werewolves were waiting for the full moon on the grounds of the Lupanar, Anita and the wereleopards were grouped around the worn smooth stone throne for which his clan took their name, the Thronnos Rokke clan.
“Hello Harry, how are you?” Micah asked.
“I don’t like cats. Go away.” Harry said.
Richard tried not to laugh, but it was difficult. He was the Ulfric, even if his other wolves were laughing; he had to show a bit of decorum as their wolf king.
“Don’t say things like that Harry; you’re half cat yourself and only a quarter wolf.” Anita told him.
“Still doesn’t mean I like cats.” Harry huffed as he loped over to Jason and snuggled into him.
Richard went and sat on his throne as was expected of him. It took two minutes before Harry realised that he wasn’t where he had last seen him and he spun around to look for him, looking very panicked.
“Harry.” He called out softly to him to gain his attention.
Harry twisted around sharply and the grin that Richard loved so much lit up his whole face as he darted to him and clambered onto his lap, giving the corner of his bottom lip a soft kiss.
“Do we have a new Lupa?” One wolf asked him with a frown, looking at Anita then back to Harry, who was on his lap and wrapped up in his arms.
“No, think of him as my ward.” Richard growled. “This is Harry and I’ve taken him under my wing of sorts.”
“He smells strange Ulfric, what is he?” Another wolf asked, sniffing deeply.
“Harry is a Panwere; he holds tiger, leopard and wolf, maybe some others that we don’t know of. None of you will go near him.”
“Is he the survivor from the lycanthrope factory that was found?”
Richard sighed, but Harry seemed very interested in the stone throne and was petting it softly with a small hand.
“Yes, he is. He is a little quirky, but we’re still finding things out about him, he reacts to different things strangely and the last thing I want is for him to be upset tonight, we welcome him and then leave him alone. He can attack you despite his size, so don’t give him a reason to attack you as I will accept no one attacking him back, he is not aware enough to know what he is doing. There will be no posturing him, no trying to prove you are more dominant, he will not understand and you’ll frighten him and I won’t stand for it. Am I clear?”
There were choruses of ‘yes Ulfric’ and happy nods as everyone peered at Harry interestedly, not that Harry took any notice as he was giggling to himself over a leaf that had landed on the arm of the chair from the wind that he was now prodding with the tip of a little finger.
He kept an eye on Harry as he crawled around the Lupanar, sniffing at everything on his hands and knees like an actual dog. It made him sad to see him act this way, but Harry was so happy. He absolutely loved being out in the open, Richard couldn’t imagine being stuck in a cage day and night for years on end, only being taken out to be experimented on by cold, cruel, clinical people who didn’t care what happened to you. He would have wished himself dead several times over, but Harry was so happy, so full of life despite what he’d been through, even though it was a very strange, odd and quirky life, he was still enjoying it.
Richard kept Harry with him when the moon came upon them and Harry made a small fearful sound in the back of his throat.
“It’s okay Harry.” He soothed.
“It’s different.”
“You’re outside now Harry, it was always going to be different to spending the full moon inside and locked up, just let it happen and don’t fight it.”
Harry nodded trustingly and he kept breathing deeply and evenly without being prompted. A few wolves shifted early, a few of the leopards went and then Harry sunk to his knees.
“Just keep breathing Harry, you’re okay, I’m still right here for you.” Richard encouraged gently.
Fur flowed over Harry and it seemed that his tiger was closer to the surface tonight as that was the form that flowed over him, a jet black tiger with grey stripes and livid yellowish-orange eyes. Harry shook himself out; settling his fur and Richard was surprised at how normal Harry looked as an animal. There was nothing in his behaviour or his gait that suggested that as a human he was anything other than ordinary as Harry sat where he was and washed himself with a long, rough tongue like a tiger would in the wild.
The leopards all brushed against Harry and he didn’t pay them the slightest bit of attention as he got up, standing taller than the leopards, and moved around slowly as if wondering what was wrong, what was different. He seemed to realise that he wasn’t in a cage as he started purring and turning around in a circle. Here comes the oddness, Richard thought as Harry started bouncing like a rabbit. Odd didn’t even begin to cover it.
Richard was the last to shift, as only natural for his position and power level. He stood over Harry protectively, claiming him as his ward to all the leopards and wolves in the clearing and daring them to go near what he had claimed as his own, Harry ignored all of this and a moment or two later he broke the protective gesture when he turned around and chuffed softly, bumping against him, rubbing against him continually as if completely delighted to be near him.
Jamil and Shang-Da, his two enforcers, stayed with him at all times and as Richard followed wherever Harry went, they trailed after him too.
He did stop to greet Micah in his leopard form, his own enforcers, Merle and Noah, trailing after him. The three leopards followed him as he trailed Harry, who took three leaping bounds and went straight up into a tree before howling at the moon like a wolf would and so quickly he almost missed it, jet black fur erupted over Harry and he went from a tiger to a wolf in seconds.
He leapt from the tree, landing heavier than he maybe should have as he almost nosedived the forest floor, landing heavily and too deeply on his front paws, but he was so happy as his tail wagged back and forth like a domestic dog. He bounded over to them and he scented them again, brushing against them and he let Micah scent mark him with his leopard chin and let Richard do the same before he was off as fast as a bullet, dodging trees easily, yet stumbling over fallen branches like a newborn kitten and when he tried to jump a fallen log, he didn’t take into account the tree on the other side of his jump and crashed straight into it, that had Harry rushing back to him and seeking reassurance.
They came across more wolves that Richard cared to number and he growled when one got to close to his ward, even if it was Harry who had approached them and soon enough they found themselves back in the main clearing of the Lupanar with the stone throne to find all of Micah’s wereleopards curled up in one big pile sleeping like the lazy cats they were.
Richard nudged Harry and waited to see what he would do next and when Harry decided that he liked the look of the leopard pile, he went to join them. Of course he had to clamber over and step on every single member of the pile first, disturbing them and getting growls of frustration at being woken up from their cat napping, but Harry snuggled right down in the very middle of the pile and as they watched, his leopard form just melted over him, jet black with dark grey ellipses that could only just be seen. He fit himself right in with the leopards and Richard lay himself down to watch over them and grunted as some of the pack females came to ‘keep him warm’ as they would insist later. Jamil and Shang-Da were sat at alert and ready to intervene at any moment, and Richard felt a little flare of jealousy as Micah inserted himself into his leopard pile and fell asleep with them, his bodyguards Merle and Noah doing the same, leaning up close to their Nimir-Raj to keep him protected as they napped.
The night carried on like this, only Harry didn’t nap for long and after only a few hours he was awake and waking up all the other leopards as he dragged himself out of the pile, and as he shook himself awake, his wolf form flowed over him again and he was as happy and hyper as a little puppy as he ran around, bounding all over the clearing and the sleeping wolves, jumping on their backs, tugging at their ears and batting at their tails. Jason gave chase to him when Harry bit his ear too hard, but Richard saw that they were merely playing and left them to it, Harry didn’t seek him out for protection, he was having fun.
Several times Harry shifted form that night, from one to the other, back to one and then to the third, but Richard paid close attention to him and not one other form other than wolf, leopard or tiger revealed itself as they had feared it might.
When the sun came up and their human forms flowed over them once more, human bodies cuddled together and just slept. Richard made sure that Harry was very close to him and he kept his arm over Harry’s exhausted little body. The last thing he needed was for Harry to wander off in the grounds of the Lupanar because he was curious. They all fell asleep quickly, some of them too tired to even move from where the change had taken them over and they slept deeply for hours, all but one of them, who slept for a few hours before waking up again, his green eyes glinting with mischief.
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A/N: Happy Christmas lovelies! I’ve had a brilliant day so far, so many new books! I’m almost overwhelmed by the choice I have, so happy!
I’m planning on updating the Scaled Bits again later today and the update for Rise of the Drackens will be in two days’ time, I can’t wait for that one.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I’ll see you again soon,
StarLight Massacre. X
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