Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

New Family	By : kirallie Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter Views: 18587 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series nor Harry Potter. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
Disclaimer: Still the same.
Glad everyone is still enjoying this! Not that I’d stop writing it if you weren’t but it is nice to know my work is appreciated.

Visions and Talks

“Shit.” Both teens swore. And Harry screamed.

Richard tightened his grip as Harry’s legs gave way and his eyes rolled up. He quickly sat down, supporting Harry as the teen began to convulse in his arms, still screaming.

“Lan, did you bring your bag?” Nic asked and Lan nodded even as he took off for the room where he’d been told to leave his stuff when they arrived. As he left Nic dropped to her knees besides Richard.

“What’s going on?” Anita asked, completely lost. She didn’t have a clue what was happening. Did Harry have a medical condition that Richard hadn’t told them about?

“I set up a silencing spell around the hall.” Everyone looked up to see a worried Shelley fingering her wand as the rest of the Outcasts joined them in the hall. Lan quickly moved to Harry but hesitated as he went to pull something from his bag. Seeing his hesitation Josh glared at him.

“Screw the secrecy act, it’s not like they’re muggles.” He snapped and Lan nodded and pulled his potions out, wandlessly resizing them and searching for the ones he wanted.

“What the hell?” Anita’s hand had automatically moved to her gun as she swore but the glare Richard gave her made her stop. Even with werewolf strength to aid him he was having trouble holding Harry still as the teen tried to claw at his scar in agony. His screams were lessening but that was only because he was losing his voice.

“Hurry up Lan!” Rita snapped, dark eyes showing her concern. She dropped down beside the healer and began helping him with the potions.
“Shelley?” She asked the Australian who frowned in concentration as she mentally reviewed all the Runes she knew.

“Maybe.” She murmured as she bent over Harry and pushed his hair back to reveal the fact that his scar now looked like a fresh wound with blood pouring freely from it. It ran down his face in streams, sticking messily and clinging to everything. The sound of hurried footsteps made those not involved look up to see Requiem and Byron approaching. The Black vampire knelt as close as he could to his Lord.

“A vision.” He said quietly.

“No, really? What was your first clue, the screams or blood?” Star snarled, her Veela heritage becoming more obvious as she got angry, her frustration at being unable to help her friend becoming more than she could handle.

“Shelley?” Lan asked as he finally found what he needed. She nodded and began tracing a complicated set of Runes over the scar.
“Mr. Zeeman I need you to tip his head back. Someone get his mouth open.” Requiem gently pried Harry’s jaw open since Harry had finally stopped screaming only to clench his jaw so tightly they could hear his teeth grinding together.
“Can we get some more people holding him please?” Jason promptly moved in to hold Harry’s legs, looking sick and pale at seeing his crush like this. Anita moved to hold his upper body down with Richard, lending him her greater than normal strength, and as much moral support as she could give him. Lan quickly went to work, pouring various potions down Harry’s throat and forcing him to swallow them. It seemed an eternity later but in reality it was only about half an hour before Harry went limp in Richard and Jason’s arms. Lan quickly checked him over before sitting back on his heals, exhausted.
“It’s over.” He said relieved for his friend. He doubted his potions had done much except heal any damage done to Harry’s body from his convulsing but there was nothing else they could do. Once a vision started all they could do was wait it out and do what they could to keep Harry from hurting himself.

“Is he?” Richard winced as he spoke, his jaw hurt from where Harry’s head had connected.

“He’s sleeping for now, thanks to some Dreamless Sleep. There’s no physical damage now. We’ll have to wait until he wakes up to know what he saw. It would be best to move him to a bed and I’d feel happier if a certified medi-witch gave him a thorough exam later but there’s no way to do that without blowing his id. Madame Reinhardt, the school nurse, is in Brazil at the moment.” Lan said tiredly.

“Thanks. Jean-Claude?” Richard looked up at the vampire and he nodded.

“Follow me.” He murmured gently and Richard stood, clutching his cousin, his son, tightly to his chest. He’d never seen Harry like that before and would bevery happy to never see it again. The teen had only had one other vision since coming to America and that had happened while he was at school so he’d been pretty much back to normal by the time Richard had seen him, just tired. Richard tucked Harry into the king size bed in the room Jean-Claude had led him too and then stood there thinking. He knew he had to talk to Jean-Claude and Anita but he couldn’t leave Harry alone.

“Jason.” He motioned to the bed and Jason gave him a shocked look before hurriedly climbing in next to Harry and hugging the sleeping teen lightly, arms around him protectively. Richard knew the wolf would keep his boy safe.
“Stay with him.” He commanded, even though he knew he had no need to say so.

“Lan, Shelley, Rita, Nic, Tim stay here too. I want this room safer than a Gringotts vault.” Josh began barking orders at his fellow Outcasts.

“You got it boss.” Tim said. Their actions earnt raised eyebrows from the locals. Richard looked at Josh.

“You plan to explain right?” He asked and Richard nodded.
“You’ll need help that knows more than you do. After all we all grew up on his story.” Josh said with a weary smile at his friends sleeping form.

--------------
Jean-Claude watched as everyone made themselves comfortable inside his office. The two teens from Harry’s school sat together and stuck close to Richard and his bodyguards. Asher took his usual place against the wall near his desk while Anita curled up on the couch with Micah and Nathaniel, Damian standing guard behind her. Byron and Requiem leant against the wall near the door.

“What happened back there? Is Harry sick?” Anita asked, genuinely worried about the teen.

“He’s not sick Anita. It’s a long story and frankly I don’t know how much I can or should tell you.” Richard said running his hands through his hair in agitation.

“We can tell.” Everyone looked at Star who had blurted that out.
“We probably know more than you do Mr. Zeeman and we know what can’t be told due to the law.” Richard nodded in acceptance. The two teens exchanged looks, trying to decide who would go first.

“We belong to a community of magic users that is spread world wide, a hidden world. Our magic is very different from Ms. Blakes’ in that it isn’t as specialised, it can be used for many things. Many years ago in England one of our community went as Dark as you can and began a ‘reign of terror’. A lot of people died or just disappeared. A one-year-old child temporarily stopped him sixteen years ago. No one knows exactly what happened, just that he was unable to kill the baby and instead was ripped from his body to drift aimlessly. The child was left an orphan and sent to live with his mothers’ sister and her family, a family that hated anything magical. At age eleven he received an acceptance letter to the school his parents had attended, a magic school. After that his life improved in some ways but in others became worse. Humans are very fickle after all and love nothing more than to tear heroes down. He was thrust into the limelight without really knowing what was going on.” Josh stopped abruptly here and Star took over.

“Nearly every year he was forced into a confrontation with his parents murderer until when he was fourteen he was forced to watch as a school mate was murdered and the Dark Lord given a new body in a ritual that used the boy’s blood before being forced to fight him. From then on he was plagued by nightmares and then the visions started. Because of the shared blood and the original murder attempt they are linked. This link was used to give him false visions that eventually led to his godfather’s death in a rescue attempt. A few weeks into the next summer he received a letter from an American solicitor regarding the death of a cousin.” Star finished.

“Harry.” Anita said, looking pale. Josh nodded.

“Harry. What you saw tonight was a vision. He thought for a while that the distance would protect him but that proved incorrect. Harry is very important to our people, which is why when we first met him he was introduced as James Black. There are a lot of people who either want him to kill Voldemort or want to kill Harry. Before coming here he was betrayed by the people he trusted and considered almost family. He is our friend and we would fight to protect him but we know he still doesn’t fully trust us and may never do so and we accept that. He’s simply been hurt too many times. You want to know anything else you ask Harry. Try to force him though and you’ll find out exactly what we can do.” Josh met Anita’s gaze steadily, threat clear. She nodded; surprised he would threaten the Executioner so easily.
“Compared to some of the things in our world Ms. Blake, you’re not that scary.”

“You expect me to allow him to remain after learning this?” Jean-Claude questioned, earning himself several glares.

“He must stay.” Eyes turned to Requiem.
“He needs the support of family and friends, all of which are here. He needs a safe environment to heal and train. If he does not stop Voldemort, no one can.”

“And how do you know so much Requiem?”

“My family belongs to their community and I have kept an eye on them. Harry’s godfather was my several times great nephew.”

“The kid’s big news in England. Half the population wants him dead, the other on a pedestal. Our Kiss was aware of it and kept an eye on what was going on to a certain extent.” Byron added, taking attention off his friend.

“It’s simple Jean-Claude. Harry stays or you lose support of the Pack and I know of a few of us who will leave with him.” Richard stated calmly. He would leave St. Louis to protect Harry if it came down to it and he knew Jason, Jamil and Shang-Da would go with him.

“He has my protection, as Lupa and Nimir-Ra Jean-Claude. Don’t even think of trying something.” Anita spoke up and Richard shot her a grateful look and she smiled at him slightly. A sudden surge of power had them all looking towards the door, conversation forgotten. Star and Josh exchanged looks and smiled.

“Relax, the others just finished the bedroom. Nothing and no one except maybe Voldemort himself is getting in there without our say so.” Joshua explained smiling proudly at the abilities of his friends. They may be social outcasts at school but they were powerful outcasts, enough so that they had no problems with other students at school for a reason. He gave a nod of encouragement to the rest of the group, minus Lan, as they wandered into the office, all looking a little tired.

“We miss anything? Lan stayed behind to monitor Harry.” Tim said as he flopped down.

“Just finished giving some general info on Harry.” Josh assured them as the group arranged themselves around their already seated members. The rooms other occupants found themselves staring at the teens. Before they hadn’t even registered on their senses but now they did, and in a fairly impressive way. They were children yes, but powerful children. And at least one was only partially human according to their senses.

-------------
The first thing he became aware of was that he hurt everywhere. The second was that his brain felt like it was full of cotton wool. And last but not least was the very masculine body wrapped around him. Harry went completely rigid, trying not to hyperventilate and or pass out. He had no clue where he was or what had happened but it couldn’t be good. He felt the arms tighten slightly and began to fight.

Jason looked down at Harry, sensing the change in his breathing as he began to wake up. He waited for him to say something but the teen remained silent before stiffening in his arms. Thinking to reassure him Jason tightened his grip slightly but was shocked as Harry began fighting against him, lashing out wildly.

“Harry! Calm down. It’s me, Jason. It’s alright you’re safe.” He kept talking even as he tried to hold the thrashing teen still so that neither of them ended up getting hurt.
“Come on Harry, snap out of it. You know I won’t hurt you.” Jason relaxed slightly as Harry gradually began to still in his arms.
“That’s it, you’re okay Harry. I’ve got you, won’t let anyone hurt you.” He encouraged, kissing the top of Harry’s head lightly, trying to give comfort.

“Jason?” Harry’s voice was hesitant and unsure but at least he was finally talking.

“Yeah Harry, its me.” He answered softly, keeping his grip on Harry just in case the teen panicked again.

“Sorry.” Harry coughed, throat obviously still sore from screaming.

“No problem.” Jason said, smiling even though Harry couldn’t see it.
“Are you all right?”

“Hurts.” Harry whimpered, moving around slightly in Jason’s arms, trying to get comfortable.

“You gave us a pretty big scare Harry. You scared me, thought I was going to lose my best friend for a while.” He said. Harry went still as Jason’s words registered. Best friend? Hadn’t Ron claimed the same thing? And Ron had betrayed him. But Jason wasn’t Ron, was nothing like the redhead, was he? Harry shuddered slightly and Jason tightened his grip again.
“It’s okay Harry, I’ve got you and I’m not letting go. I know you’ve got no reason to trust me, to trust anyone really but I will not desert you. You mean too much to me.” Jason said fiercely. That was as close as Jason could let himself get to admitting what he really felt for the younger male. He didn’t want Harry to have to deal with that on top of everything else. He smiled as Harry’s arms came up and the teen clung to him, silent tears slipping from his eyes.
“Shh, I’ve got you.” He let Harry cry, just holding him to let him know he wasn’t alone. When Harry finished and went to move away Jason loosened his grip, letting him. Harry sat up and looked away.

“Sorry.” Harry said quietly, ashamed of his tears.

“Don’t be, I don’t mind. You feel better now?” Jason sat up, leaning against the headrest and giving Harry plenty of space for which the teen was grateful.

“Yeah. Where’s everyone else?”

“Well, Lan’s just outside. The rest of your group plus Richard, Anita, Jean-Claude and a few others are in the Master’s offices chatting.” Jason told him.

“About me.” Harry stated flatly.

“Yeah. That vision scared us Harry. It was like you were having a fit or something.”

“I wish.” Harry said bitterly.

“What did you see?” Jason asked because he genuinely wanted to know, and if it were bad it would be better if Harry talked about it.

“The ministry’s gone.” Harry said quietly.

“Gone as in?” Jason swallowed nervously.

“Gone, not there anymore. Destroyed by Voldemort.” Harry shut his eyes, fighting the pain. He’d known some of those people or had at least known their children. Shacklebolt may have sided with Dumbledore but he did not deserve to die like that. He stiffened for a second as warm arms wrapped around him and then slowly relaxed, letting Jason comfort him as much as was possible.
“Fudge definitely can’t deny Voldemort’s return now, not that it’ll do him any good since Voldemort killed him.” He’d seen the fear in the Ministers’ eyes as Voldemort had loomed over the cowering man before torturing him and then finally killing him. Tom had been aware of Harry’s presence the entire time and had therefore personally killed and tortured as many as possible. The last thing Harry had heard before blacking out was Tom’s voice wishing him a happy birthday. They both looked towards the door as it opened to reveal a worried Richard. The older man relaxed as he saw that Harry was awake. He quickly made his way to the bed and sat on the edge, reaching out a hand to Harry and gently smoothing the messy hair back.

“You okay?” He asked quietly. Harry nodded slowly before squirming out of Jason’s arms and moving closer to Richard. Knowing what he needed Richard pulled the teen into his arms, hugging him tightly. Neither cousin noticed as Jason slipped silently from the room.

----------------
Ethan stared at the paper in shock. He should have expected something like this but it had come as a complete surprise. Voldemorts birthday presents certainly left a lot to be desired. He looked at the picture of the buildings remains. Floating above the ruins was the Dark Mark but just below it were three words. Happy Birthday Harry. Ethan angrily crumpled the paper and threw it into the fire. Poor kid, there was no way Harry hadn’t had to watch everything through that bastard’s eyes. It was really quite clever actually. By drawing attention to Harry’s birthday he would remind the British Wizards that their ‘saviour’ was missing, had seemingly abandoned them to their fates. Why that didn’t encourage them to band together and fight he would never understand. Instead there was an article all but blaming the teen for the destruction because he was not there. Honestly, what difference did they think Harry could have made? He was just one person, powerful sure but still just a kid.

-----------------
Amelia Smythe stared into her coffee as if it held all the answers to her questions, but if it did unfortunately it wasn’t giving them. She sighed and her gaze flickered to the paper resting on her desk. The poor child. Joshua had owled her about what had happened at Harry’s birthday party and her heart went out to the teen. He did not deserve the path fate had set before him at all.

“We need to speed up his training.” Amelia looked up to see Amanda standing in her doorway.

“And explain it how?” She asked.

“We do have a time turner.” Amanda pointed out.

“It’s risky.” Amelia rebutted.

“I know. But this war will not wait for him to be ready. You know that with each attack his guilt will grow and eat at him. All of the Outcasts need to be trained and fast, you know they won’t let him go alone.” Amanda pointed out.

“So be it.” Amelia gave in tiredly. There was simply no other choice. Harry was stubborn enough to return half trained if he thought it would spare lives and no one could afford him doing that.
“I’ll inform the Minister.” She said and Amanda nodded before leaving to let her boss do just that.

-----------------
Remus and Draco sat glumly in the parlour of their house.

“It’s not fair.” Draco looked up in shock at Remus’ voice.

“You’re drunk.” He stated calmly.

“Why not. We know why that snake did it, to lure my cub out of hiding.” Remus said bitterly.

“Potter’s smarter than that, he won’t fall for it.” Draco tried to reassure the man, even as he questioned the validity of his own words. Potter was a Gryffindor.

“Has before.” Remus spat out. Draco winced because he honestly hadn’t meant to bring that tender subject up.

“Sorry. One thing I’ve learnt about Harry though, he learns from his mistakes. The Dark Lord won’t get him with the same ploy twice. Besides you saw how he’s changed. Would serve those idiots right if he never went back.” Draco said, and he felt hope rising in himself at his own words. He was right, he knew it, felt it.

“Not really my cub anymore.” Remus said softly and Draco looked at him sharply.

“That is the most stupid thing I’ve heard you say. Harry will always be your cub you stupid werewolf. It doesn’t matter if his cousin adopted him or not. He loves you and you love him so get over it.” He said haughtily. With that Draco stormed out of the room muttering under his breath about imbecilic drunk werewolves.

--------------
Albus stared around him at the remains of the ministry. His Order had received the alarm too late to be of much assistance but they had been there to see the message Tom had left for all to see. He knew that Harry must have seen the events of the previous night and he could only hope it led him to returning to the fold. They needed the boy to win the war. The Potters’ solicitor had definitely made things a lot harder than they should have been. He had kept the man away from Harry for a reason and now all that hard work was for nothing. He still couldn’t find the boy and his only conciliation was that neither had Tom. But it was only a matter of time.

TBC…
- 13
- 14
- 15
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

New Family