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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
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.
Chapter Eleven – Breakthrough
Harry rubbed his eyes and sat up, cocking his head to a right angle so that his ear rested on his shoulder and he looked at everyone lying around on the floor. Over six hundred of them he remembered from last night with a nod to himself.
He got onto his hands and knees and he crawled around the small amount of space he had between Richard and Jamil, who were sleeping the closest to him. He very, very quickly got bored of this however and he soon started moving over sleeping bodies carefully and he giggled softly as he went exploring.
His animals had loved being able to run free last night and they were as content as Harry had ever known them to be. He liked that, he wanted them to be happy, it made him happy.
Climbing a tree, he crawled over the thickest branch he could find and hung off of it like a monkey, giggling. He reached up and grabbed it with his hands and shuffled his way to the very end of the branch upside down where he promptly became too heavy for the branch and he fell as the too thin branch slipped through his fingers.
He landed hard on his back and panicked when he found he couldn’t breathe, he tried to shout out, to make any sort of noise, but he couldn’t get any sort of control of his breathing, he felt like he was back in his cage with the doctors and this was just another of their countless experiments.
It took long minutes before he was able to pull in a breath and in that time his vision had blurred and had spotted with dark dots. Sniffling he crawled back to Richard and snuggled down with him for comfort and reassurance.
Richard mumbled in his sleep and his arm clenched tight around him for a moment and Harry peeked up to see one sleepy brown eye checking him over and he quickly pretended to be asleep as Richard looked around at his wolves before he pulled Harry closer to himself and he slipped back to sleep.
Harry waited patiently until he thought that Richard was asleep again before he crawled out from under his arm and began playing with the other sleeping wolves, he didn’t want to go near any more trees, trees were nasty.
Of course as all the wolves were naked, he was limited to what he could play with, but the best by far were the funny coloured bits of skin on their chests which went hard when he touched them. He had two of his own on his own chest, but the girls were strange, their bits of skin seemed to be swollen and as he touched and poked them, he frowned at the oddity. Had they been experimented on too? He squeezed one of the swellings but when the girl made a noise he crawled away quickly.
He covered one man in leaves and bits of twigs and giggled at him, but he soon tired when there was no reaction. He yawned widely and looked around; he made his way back to Richard quickly and snuggled back under his arm. Jamil had moved closer too so it was a tight squeeze between them both, but he managed and then wriggled around. They both threw an arm around him tight and he sighed happily. He was safe for now and he could sleep happily. He’d had fun and he really hoped they brought him back here on the next big moon; he could have even more fun then.
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Richard was woken by growling and he lifted himself up on his forearms to have a look around, several of his wolves were awake and some were just waking like him, the source of the growling was one wolf who was utterly filthy, he had clumps of mud, leaves and twigs on his body and in his hair, one dry leaf was even stuck to his chest hair and he angrily swiped it away.
“Which one of you bastards did this to me? I’ll beat the shit out of you!”
Richard sighed heavily and sat up; Jamil was waking up with the shouting and Shang-Da was just there, stood over him protectively as his Hati, he looked down at where Harry had fallen asleep between him and Jamil to see him still in the same position, sleeping peacefully. Jason was snuggled up to Jamil’s back and his Sköll’s movements as he woke up was pulling the blond from his sleep too.
Jason mumbled lightly in protest and tried to keep Jamil where he was. Harry was just awake, sitting up, alert and wide awake, Richard sighed; he’d hoped that Harry would have slept for a little longer. He giggled when he saw the naked wolf covered in dirt, twigs and leaves.
“You think this is funny you little shit?!”
Richard stood up and postured to the angry man, reminding him that he was Ulfric and that he had claimed Harry as his ward. The man deflated and backed down, but he was still thrumming with anger and pent up frustration and rage that likely stemmed from his humiliation in front of the entire pack and the visiting Leopard pard.
Richard looked back at Harry, who was straddling Jason’s lap, but they were holding one another for comfort, Harry was seeking comfort from Jason and despite the fact that the both of them were completely naked; there was nothing sexual in what they were doing. Harry was scared; it was natural that he would seek comfort from one of the very few people he actually trusted and skin to skin bonding was the best was for a lycanthrope to get comfort.
“Go and get cleaned up.” Richard growled at the wolf. “You will not take out your emotions on Harry; he didn’t move from my side, it’s not his fault.”
“Yes Ulfric.” The wolf bit out and he stormed off angrily.
Harry was there then, leaning his weight on his front, head tilted right back, holding his arms up to him like a child beseeching his parent to pick him up. Those eyes went impossibly wider and Richard couldn’t resist as he swept Harry up and tucked him into the crook of his arm, letting Harry hide himself in his neck.
“He’s scary.” Harry told him.
“He wouldn’t dare hurt you.” Richard assured him, patting that thin back gently.
Harry just snuggled in and Richard pulled back as much as he could to see Harry’s eyes had closed and he seemed to be sleeping. He sighed and carried Harry around his pack clearing wishing that he could just go back to sleep too.
“Are we going back to the Circus to drop Harry off?” Shang-Da asked.
Richard looked at Harry again, checked his watch and then nodded. “Asher should be awake by the time we get there; he can take over for a while.”
“Need a break?” Jason teased.
Richard smiled and ruffled that blond head.
“Maybe just a small one. He’s…”
“High maintenance.” Jamil supplied as Richard tried to find an appropriate word without insulting the boy in his arms.
Richard nodded. “He doesn’t mean to be, I know that, but we’re all so unused to this sort of demand for our constant attention, he couldn’t have picked two of the worst people to trust, Asher and myself.”
“I don’t know.” Jason said thoughtfully. “I think he picked right.”
“How so?”
“Well think about it…you’d never dare hurt him and he can sense that from you, so he’s drawn to you. It was you who calmed him when he was caught at the Circus, it was you who held him gently and proved that you could be dominant over him, he felt safe with you, so he gave you his trust and as for Asher…think about it, the worst, most hateful person at the Circus is Asher, so if Asher is on Harry’s side…I think he’s picked perfectly for what he needs, love and protection. You and Asher. No one would dare hurt Harry with the threat of retribution from either of you and if Harry has you both on his side, then he has the werewolves and through Asher, he has Jean-Claude, which means the vampires wouldn’t dare hurt him either.”
“He’s a smart kid.” Jamil complimented.
“It’s more than that.” Micah pointed out. “It means Anita was partly right, he does have it in him to manipulate people, if he can think all of that through, consciously decide to target you, Richard and Asher, then who’s to say that he’s not doing it to other people, who’s to say he isn’t telling us the whole truth? I don’t believe he’s doing it maliciously like Anita does, but maybe he’s doing it to protect himself, He’s not stupid, we already know that, he takes in absolutely everything anyone says, there’s a language barrier though, because though he might take it all in and understand what is being said most of the time, he doesn’t have the skills to reply.”
Richard sighed and held Harry tighter. He didn’t want to think about Harry being so manipulative. He had defended Harry to the back teeth, stepped in front of him and protected him. He didn’t like the thought that Harry had manipulated him to do just that.
“I think that you’re forgetting that he was locked in a cage until those awful people wanted to do horrible, painful experiments on him.” Nathaniel said softly. “He’s been hurt worse than nearly anyone here can even imagine and he was just a child when he was sold to them by his own family. Who are we to deny him if he wants to hide behind us for protection? After all, doesn’t he deserve to be protected and loved by his pack and his pard?”
They all just stared at the lovely leopard and Jason moved first, nodding his head.
“He does. He deserves love and protection and he should have had it from the start. Really speaking he shouldn’t even be here. He’s only a lycanthrope because those people injected him with batches and batches of different vaccines that he didn’t need just so they could experiment with him.”
Richard hefted Harry higher, smiling at the small, soft, involuntary moan that was sighed against his neck as Harry was moved and he held that tiny body tighter.
“Let’s get him home.” He said softly.
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Harry had woken up the moment Richard had moved to get him in the car and he all but screeched as he clenched tight fists into his hair to keep a hold of him.
“Harry, Harry! It’s okay; I’m just putting you in the car.” Richard explained as he quickly held Harry back to his chest and held onto him tight.
“I don’t know where I am.” Harry said as he looked around with quick, harsh snaps of his neck in all directions, those green eyes wide open and taking in everything around him that he possibly could.
“You’re just outside the grounds of the Lupanar, this is my car remember, I drove you here last night for the full moon.” Richard explained slowly.
“The big moon.”
Richard nodded. “You fell asleep again and I carried you here, to the car so we can go back to the Circus. Back to Asher.”
“Asher!” Harry looked around excitedly as if Asher would be there.
“He’s at the Circus, Harry. If you let me sit you down and you are good in the car, we can go and see Asher.”
Harry nodded happily and Richard was able to get him sat down, buckled in and he remained seated as he drove from the Lupanar back to the Circus.
“Richard?”
“What’s the matter, Harry?” He asked as he parked the car around the back and turned off the engine.
“Itchy.”
He looked over at Harry quickly and he felt his mouth go dry. Harry’s one arm, the one next to the window, which had been in the sun, was bright red and even as he watched Harry clawed at his with his short nails, whimpering as he wriggled uncomfortably.
He slammed out of the car and went around to Harry’s side of the car, ripped open the door and extracted Harry before he kicked the door closed, locked the car on the way to the steel door to the employee entrance to the Circus and he banged fuck out of the door until it was opened.
He barged past Graham and rushed down into the cool underground of the Circus and he placed Harry on the settee. Jean-Claude, Asher and Claudia were in the living room.
“His arm, it must have been in the sun for too long!” Richard said as he combed the hair away from his forehead with his fingers as he looked at the blood speckled, rail thin arm that Harry was still trying to scratch. He held the undamaged arm tightly to prevent Harry from taking off the skin of his other arm.
“I’ll get him some ice.” Claudia said as she strode further into the underground to the break room.
Asher came over and sat on the settee and Harry clambered all over him, settling immediately into his lap and looking up at him with such a pathetic look that Asher chuckled and cuddled Harry.
“Was he alright last night?” Asher asked like a concerned parent and Richard smiled. Harry had chosen well in wrapping Asher around his fingers.
“He was completely fine, we had no problems and nothing happened until the car ride home when he was exposed to too much sun through the window.”
Claudia rushed back with the ice and Asher extended Harry’s arm and Richard grabbed that tiny wrist and held it as Asher took the ice, which was wrapped in a tea towel, and he applied it to Harry’s arm.
“The sun is itchy.” Harry sniffled.
“He’s reacting to it like it’s an allergy.” Claudia said. “Was his arm the only thing that was exposed?”
Richard nodded. “He was mostly covered by the car, but the sun was shining through the car window. Of all the days to have sun, it’s when he’s in a car and not safely in the Circus.”
“I don’t like the sun.” Harry cut in. “The doctors kept me in a room with windows when the sun was up to see what would happen. I was so itchy. Itchy, itchy.”
Richard chuckled at that childish innocence. How could anyone think that Harry was malicious? He just wanted to be loved and protected. He couldn’t hold that against him, he wouldn’t.
“We’ll make it better, so that you aren’t itchy anymore.” Richard told him, smiling as Harry stared at his mouth for a minute before he nodded happily.
“I’m still tired.” Harry said, rubbing his eyes as if they needed a physical demonstration to understand what he was saying.
“We’ll sort out your arm and then I’ll take you to bed, mon ange.” Asher said softly as he cradled Harry on his lap gently.
“Oui, I think that would be for the best.” Jean-Claude said as he stood smoothly from his chair. “Ma petite has called, she and Agent Bradford believe they have a lead and they are coming here to discuss it.”
“They want to talk about me.” Harry said sadly into the silence that had turned thoughtful and a little hopeful that this lead would take them to the bastards who had hurt Harry so much.
“No, no Harry.” Richard assured. “They just want to catch the people who did this to you. You can stay if you’d like, but you said you were tired, so we thought you’d like to go to bed.”
Harry yawned widely, like a baby he didn’t even try to cover his mouth as he did so, he just blinked and snuggled into Asher more.
“I am tired.” He said quietly.
“Then you shall sleep, mon ange.” Asher told him as he patted Harry’s head gently while Claudia took the ice off and checked on the rash.
“Does that feel better?” She asked.
Harry nodded his head. “It doesn’t itch anymore.”
Asher stood up with Harry in his arms and immediately he twisted and flung his arms out to him. Richard pulled Harry into a hug and he inhaled the scent of his clean hair deeply before he let Harry go back to Asher’s arms to be carried to the vampire’s bedroom.
“Sleep well, Harry.” He said as he sighed and turned back to Jean-Claude. “What have Anita and Bradford found out?”
“Nothing good, mon ami.” The vampire sighed himself. “More bodies have turned up at the factory site, as far as thirty feet away from the building. The FBI believes that the entire ground around the factory, as far as a hundred feet away, could be a burial ground. The further out the bodies are, the older they are, it is as if they started out burying their failed experiments far from their factory, but over their operating years, they have been forced to come closer and closer until there are graves not eight feet from the building.”
Richard clenched his hands as he realised how many people that could include. How many innocent people that had been abducted, purposefully infected with lycanthropy and then had grotesque experiments performed upon them until they just died and were then dumped into an unmarked grave where they had likely been lying for a decade or more.
“Agent Bradford and his team have realised that the enfants buried do not have specimen numbers, which point to them not being born before their Mothers died, but there are little ones who are buried on their own, without another body with them, but their DNA results show that they were not lycanthropes or vampires.”
“Why were they buried?” Richard asked with a tight throat. He really didn’t want to know, but he swallowed down that cowardice. Those people had lived through that terror daily; Harry had lived through that terror daily for more than ten years if what he had said was to be believed.
“Some of them were buried alive…ma petite and Agent Bradford believe that they were too young for their bodies to accept the lycanthropy strains injected into them and they either died from it, or the doctors didn’t want to have such young children to care for.”
Richard snorted as Jean-Claude stressed the word care. What those people had done to innocent people, to babies, was not care and he could easily see those heartless, cold scientists burying unwanted, highly dependent babies alive just so they didn’t need to take responsibility for keeping them alive long enough for their experiments to be of use.
His hands clenched as he once again thought of a tiny, eight year old Harry being sold by his own relatives to those scientists, not knowing what was happening, where he was going or why, only to be shoved into a cage, infected with several strains of lycanthrope and then inflicted with painful, harrowing experiments just to see how he reacted or how the lycanthropy genes affected his biology and his physiology.
It didn’t take long for Micah and his leopards to turn up and Richard turned around and found that suddenly he had his pack Skoll and Hati shadowing him again as well, he had no idea when they had turned up, he had been too lost in his painful, disturbing thoughts to notice them entering and coming to stand behind him. Not long after the leopards had settled, Anita arrived with Agent Bradford, their faces were pinched with tiredness and they looked grim, but also with a vicious streak of hard won hope.
“What lead do you have?” He found himself asking as his impatience grew.
Anita smiled that evil smile that was nearly a snarl and sent bad guys running for the hills.
“One of them wasn’t too careful. One of the fresh bodies we dug up had blood on the teeth, as if they had bitten someone. If you were caged up and tortured, who would you turn around and bite afterwards?”
Richard almost felt relieved. This was an actual lead, a DNA based, physical lead and he felt hope bloom in his chest, if they could tie that blood to a person, they could take them in for questioning, and he knew Anita’s questioning would yield results, she would get that person to tell them who the rest of the doctors were and they could arrest them all and hand them over to be imprisoned.
He almost felt giddy that Harry’s tormentors would be imprisoned, he didn’t even care that Anita’s methods were unsavoury to say the least. He just didn’t care; he only wanted Harry to feel safe and to get justice for what he had been put through.
“The blood has been carefully swabbed and we’ve tested it against the body that we took it from. It’s not a match and more importantly, it doesn’t contain a strain of lycanthropy or vampirism.” Bradley Bradford told them.
“So it is possible that it came from one of the doctors?” Micah asked.
Bradford nodded. “We are very optimistic at the moment that this blood sample has come from one of the so called doctors. We are running it worldwide through every single search engine we can lay claim to, the bureaucracy want these people off of the streets and in containment, this factory has caused an utter uproar and we have protests going on in almost every major city in America.”
“How did they find out?” Richard asked. The last he knew it had been a very tightly guarded secret that they weren’t going to flaunt.
“There was a leak about it last night, a stupid, tireless reporter got through the police barricade. We’ve been pushing them back, but the reporters have been relentless, trying to find out what’s going on behind the barricade. One finally got through and pictures of the factory and the dug up graves were plastered all over the papers this morning. Well you can imagine the backlash it caused...the higher ups have been riding our arses ever since.”
“Do they know about Harry?” Micah asked concernedly.
Bradford and Anita both shook their heads and Richard breathed easier, the tight fist around his heart easing off.
“No, we…didn’t believe they needed to know about Harry.” Bradford said with a sly smile. “He’s safe and he’s happy here, I’d rather keep it that way.”
Richard nodded to show his gratitude. He would have fought hard to keep Harry here, but he had been worried it wouldn’t be enough, especially as he couldn’t come out as a werewolf without losing his job at the school. He couldn’t take on the government, none of them could, but he was glad they didn’t know about Harry, they didn’t have to fight to keep him here, where he was happy, safe and protected.
“What if the blood sample doesn’t match anyone?” Jason asked worriedly.
“Then we’ll keep it on file. The minute we have a suspect, we can see if the blood matches or not…just because it doesn’t won’t mean that they aren’t involved, of course not, we only have the one sample and several doctors according to Harry, but if it does match, it puts that person at that factory and it links them to all those deaths and inhumane experimentation. We can then push them for information.”
“Give me five minutes with them.” Jason growled and Richard reached out and tugged Jason to his chest, rumbling soothingly to calm one of his submissive wolves.
“We will find these people, because we won’t give up until we do and now that the public know about the factory, we have to be seen doing something, so we’re going to be getting another team or two as backup and we’re going to be pressed and pressed until we break this case, the higher ups want this solved quickly, so that there isn’t a prolonged protest and a risk of retribution from the preternatural community.”
“I’ll see what damage control I can do from the coalition.” Micah said with a nod. “I might be able to stay any violent conduct if I assure the preternatural communities that everything that can be done is being done.”
“That could be a great help, thank you. Our focus has to be on finding these people, we can’t do that if we’re side tracked or distracted by protests, violence or even just blockades of people stopping us from doing our jobs.”
“Anita being with you should help too.” Richard nodded. “She’s known for helping the preternaturals; not just killing them, so seeing her with you should help reinforce Micah’s assurance that there is a real case going on and that you’re working to help find these people, not just covering it all up.”
“I really hope that this find helps give us a solid lead.” Bradford sighed. “I don’t want to work off of guess work or be clutching at straws. This blood could be the breakthrough that we really need at them moment and hopefully we’ll find something else like this again soon, as my team is still carefully combing through the factory and the documents found there. If they can make a mistake like this once, they can do it again. Hopefully there will be another find like this one and we can close in on these people, until then, keep Harry safe and if you can and he will respond, question him lightly. I know he doesn’t like it, but we need as much information as he can give us, even if he doesn’t know what he’s saying is relevant.”
Richard nodded understandingly and he sighed. “I’ll speak to him tomorrow to see what I can get from him. I don’t think he’s purposefully trying to derail the investigation, I think he’s just scared. He doesn’t want to be taken away from the Circus.”
“I can understand that, after everything he’s been through it’s a wonder he’s still functioning at all, but we do need more information and as the only survivor from this factory…” Bradford trailed off, he didn’t need to finish his sentence, they all knew what he was saying.
Richard breathed in deeply. Harry could have the information they needed to find these people without even realising it. They had to get him to open up, they had to try something to get this investigation progressing and as the only survivor, the only person they could actually ask for this sort of information, was Harry. Harry who was not very open or forthcoming with information and was limited by his inability to speak back to them and had the unfortunate tendency to turn to Asher when he was asked or told things he didn’t like. Which was utterly perfect really, as Asher was perhaps the only person in Saint Louis who wouldn’t press at Harry, who would shield him and protect him and pull up an icy, stony mask of anger and arrogance to keep everyone else away from Harry.
Richard shook his head. Again he wondered at the intelligence of Harry to manipulate Asher to his side, Jason was right, if there was one single person who could both love and protect Harry fiercely, jealously and vindictively, it was Asher.
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A/N: I’m going to be trying to move this plot line along now, I’m still aiming for twenty or so chapters, so the investigation is going to hot up and as Harry gets more comfortable with the people around him…be prepared for the revelations that he’s got locked up inside.
Also, I know you lovelies want to see Harry paired with Asher or Richard, but it’s not going to happen. They see him as a child, they’re treating him like a child…this will be remaining a non-pairing fic, but I am working on several other Anita Blake/Harry Potter crossovers that do have pairings and one of them is definitely a Richard/Harry.
Anyway, I hope that you have enjoyed this chapter, the next one will contain a lot of plot moving if I stick to my plan to move on the investigation, until then lovelies,
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