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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.

Chapter List
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Last Time
Micah made an excuse about needing the bathroom and he left to call Anita again. He hoped that Ruby being the last doctor bitten would help her and Agent Bradford in their investigation. He saw how badly affected Anita was with this case and he knew, just from what Harry had said and the tidbits that Anita had told him that this case was very bad, she was even having the odd nightmare herself because of this case, something which he couldn’t ever remember happening to his lover before. He wanted this all over and done with already, for her sake, and for Harry’s.
Chapter Fourteen – Arrest
Harry was quiet for the rest of the day and Micah knew that it was all because of his earlier questioning. Harry had even been unusually subdued when he’d greeted an awakened Asher and Micah felt terribly guilty for that, at least until Nathaniel and Jason came home and cheered Harry right up with a newly bought tub of chocolate ice cream for him to try.
“Thank you.” Micah said to the lovely wereleopard whom he shared a house and a bed with, as he pulled the taller boy into a hug.
“He seems very quiet, is he okay?”
“I questioned him a bit about the doctors for Anita, he answered me easily enough, but he went quiet soon after.”
“The ice cream should help.” Nathaniel smiled as Jason handed Harry a bowl with his soft spoon and they watched as Harry took the treat into his mouth and sucked on it, a look of bliss taking over his face.
“This one’s my favourite, favourite.” He declared and Micah smiled to see him back to his normal self…well, normal for Harry at least.
“How did I know that he’d like the chocolate one best?” He said with a smile as he watched Harry perk right up. He made a mental note to tell everyone to leave him be for the rest of today at least. Harry needed to know that he could relax here without the fear that as soon as he did relax then he’d be questioned.
“It’s the one with the most sugar.” Jason said as he stood with him and Nathaniel, watching Harry clumsily spoon chocolate ice cream into his mouth. “He looked a little…down earlier, what happened?”
“I found out today that the ‘cat man’ in the cage next to him liked taking bites out of him. He doesn’t like cat people because the man in the cage next to him liked grabbing a hold of him and eating him. The bastard was shot in the head, right in front of Harry, so he’s likely traumatised over that too.”
“Did you mention that to Anita?”
“I called her as soon as I knew.” Micah nodded as he watched as Harry used his ice cream covered fingers to colour in the elephant on the next page. It made him chuckle.
Asher was the one who eased himself down next to Harry and took a wet wipe to his messy face and hands. Just like a Mother to her toddler.
“No, Asher.” Harry complained as he turned and twisted away from the vampire and his wet wipe.
“You need to be clean, mon ange.” Asher argued as he pulled Harry to sit on his lap and managed to get Harry’s cheeks and chin with his wet wipe.
Harry gave in then, once Asher had cleaned most of his face already, and he pouted with teary eyes at Asher, who refused to give in to the look directed at him.
“Non, you need to be clean.” Asher insisted sternly as he took Harry’s bowl and spoon away from him and handed it off to a guard to deal with.
“I wasn’t that dirty.” Harry mumbled to himself as he turned and went back to his colouring. His half, ice cream smeared elephant got finished in green and Micah had to smile at the thought of what was possibly going on in Harry’s mind as he looked at his elephant.
“Where is Jean-Claude?” Jason asked.
“He went back to his bedroom to make some important calls. Harry kept trying to say hello to everyone on the other end of the line.” Micah explained. “I don’t think he’s eaten yet.”
Jason nodded and he made his way through to Jean-Claude’s bedroom to feed him. Harry didn’t notice him leaving.
Micah sat down and he had to smile when Nathaniel sat next to him and snuggled in. They took a moment to bond as they watched Harry colour in his elephant and then after the elephant came a boat on a lake. It wasn’t until Richard came back that Harry so much as moved and the moment he caught sight of Richard, he went up on his knees, arms thrown up, beseeching Richard to pick him up, clamouring him with little chants of his name and Richard just laughed, hefting Harry up and onto his hip.
“How have you been? Did you enjoy your shopping trip?”
Harry nodded seriously. “I got ice cream. I got a nilla one, but then I tried stwarberry and I liked that one more, but Jason got me chocate and I like that one the bestest.”
“Oh, so you’re all pumped full of sugar?” Richard asked and Harry nodded with a grin.
“Micah’s not so bad.” Harry told Richard as if he wasn’t sat a few feet away from him and could hear every word that he was saying. “He wouldn’t let me play with the other people, but he got me ice cream and I really like ice cream. He didn’t bite me either.” Harry nodded as if Micah had passed a test that Harry had been administering.
“Well, that’s good.” Richard said a little lost on what to reply with.
Harry just nodded and snuggled into Richard tightly. He yawned just the once and minutes later he was fast asleep, clutching at Richard tightly.
“He was afraid that you’d bite him?” Richard questioned, trying to get his head around what he had been told by Harry.
“He doesn’t like cat men because a weretiger was in the cage next to him. A weretiger who apparently missed chewing meat and would take bites out of Harry and eat him.”
Richard looked as disgusted as Micah had ever seen him.
“The information helped Anita a lot too.” Micah told the Ulfric. “The body they found with blood on his teeth, he has weretiger DNA and his body had the back of his head blown off. Harry confirmed that the weretiger bit one of the doctors, Ruby, and that the head doctor, Isiah, Ruby’s brother, ordered him killed because of it. The weretiger was shot in the head right next to Harry. The blood sample on those teeth belongs to one of the head doctors.”
Richard nodded, but he was holding Harry tighter and stroking a hand down his back repeatedly to comfort him from past horrors while he slept.
“The more he reveals the more I want to just hold him and take that pain away from him. I don’t understand how anyone can be so cruel. He was just a little boy.”
“Anita’s getting closer to finishing this case.” Micah said. “It’ll be like a domino effect, if they get one, the others will fall. They just need to tie everything in and then we will get justice for Harry. From what Anita’s been saying, it’ll start with those Dursleys…the family who kept Harry in a cupboard and sold him to those doctors in the first place.”
“Maybe once we find them, we’ll find out who Harry really is.” Richard murmured thoughtfully as he shifted Harry to a more comfortable position. It was testament to how much Harry trusted him now that he never woke up when Richard moved him anymore. Not like when he’d first arrived and the slightest noise or touch woke him up like a shot.
“It doesn’t matter to me if it does turn out that he’s twenty.” Micah said as he looked at Harry’s sleeping form.
“It does not matter to me, either.” Asher said from his armchair. “He is still Harry, mon ange, and he’ll still look to me to hold him and protect him. I will not fail him.”
Richard took in a breath and he nodded as he realised that they were right. It didn’t matter if they found out tomorrow that Harry was actually a twenty year old man. Harry would still be crawling around the floor, eating mashed up bananas and ice cream with a weaning spoon and using pencils to colour in pictures.
He’d still need their help to use the bathroom, he’d still need their help to climb stairs and he’d still need someone to sleep with him, just in case he had a nightmare. He’d still be the same mentally regressed boy that they had come to know because he hadn’t had any sort of normal upbringing and he couldn’t do anything for himself because he’d been kept locked up in a tiny cage. Or at least he couldn’t do anything for himself yet, but between them, they were all helping to teach Harry new things and he was learning steadily.
Richard sighed and held Harry tighter. If he did find out that Harry was twenty, hell if he was twenty-five, it wouldn’t make the blindest bit of difference. They would still have to teach Harry everything he’d need to know and they’d still have to care for him and look after him. It wouldn’t make any sort of difference how old he was. It didn’t matter.
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Anita was truly smiling for the first time in what felt like months. They’d found them. The Dursleys that was. They’d been arrested in Britain and then extradited to Saint Louis.
There were three of them, just as Harry had said. Vernon Dursley was a very obese man in his forties, but he looked much older due to his hefty weight and his thinning, greyish red hair.
His Wife, Petunia Dursley, was in contrast, a thin, horse faced, blonde woman also in her forties. She had twice the normal amount of neck and was sneering at everyone she met, insisting that she and her family were normal.
It was as Bradford said to her, people who often insisted obsessively that they had nothing to hide, often had the worst secrets to keep. Thinking of Harry, Anita was inclined to agree with him.
Their son, Dudley, took mostly after his Father but he had his Mother’s blonde hair. He was nearly eighteen and his hair was already thinning like his Father’s and he was wider across than he was tall.
Anita couldn’t even believe that these people were related to Harry, but as she listened to the interrogation, conducted by a highly trained FBI agent, it was becoming clear from the waffling and the differing stories that at least two out of the three of them were lying through their teeth.
“We know that you know who this boy is.” The agent was saying, holding up a recent picture of Harry. Petunia Dursley had gasped and almost choked on air when she’d first been shown the pictures of Harry. A dead giveaway if Anita had ever seen one.
“I don’t.” Mrs Dursley insisted stubbornly.
“Then we can slap obstructing the course of justice, lying in a federal case and withholding information on top of child trafficking and child abuse.”
“You can’t do this! I’ve never seen that boy before in my life!”
“Your son says otherwise.”
Anita gave a flash of teeth as Mrs Petunia Dursley paled and made a weak moaning, sighing sound.
“Dudley might…might be confused.” She tried.
“He doesn’t think so. He remembers this boy, Harry, living with him for as far back as his memory goes. Dudley says that Harry just vanished one day when he was in school when he was eight. Dudley has told us that this boy, Harry, is his cousin, your own nephew, your sister’s son.”
Anita had the immense satisfaction of watching the woman sway weakly on her chair before she grappled for her plastic cup of water with shaking hands that rattled her handcuffs.
“You see, we’ve done some digging. A lot of digging, into your past, including your time on Privet Drive. You did have another young boy living with you, a Harry James Potter. He vanished just days before you and your Husband packed up your home and announced that you were moving, completely out of the blue, according to your old neighbours.”
Anita rather thought that Dursley was going to faint as she wavered from side to side.
“You sold Harry to another person and then you packed up and left to cover yourselves, didn’t you?”
“That’s not true.” Petunia denied weakly.
“Tell us who you sold him to!” The agent demanded.
“My Dudley, he was only a boy, only eight. He shouldn’t be involved in this.”
“Oh? So you’re ready to admit now that you do know Harry?” The agent said harshly. “That he did live with you? I’m afraid to say that Dudley is involved, he is a witness to the existence of Harry and his presence in Privet Drive. If you cooperate however, he will be free to go home.”
Anita knew this tactic. Technically speaking, they had nothing on Dudley Dursley. He was obese, rude, utterly foul, but he’d been a child the last time that he’d seen Harry and he’d been in school on the day that they suspected that Harry had been sold. They couldn’t hold him and they couldn’t charge him with anything, but if the false threat of holding him got Petunia to sing like a canary then at this point they were willing to use any tactic that they could.
“Harry was my nephew.” Petunia admitted. “My sister and her drunk of a Husband got themselves killed and I was forced to take in their son when I already had a son of my own to care for.”
“So you sold him?” The agent demanded, not being taken in at all by the sympathetic plea.
“We didn’t sell him, he ran away!” Petunia insisted harshly.
“An eight year old boy does not just run away for no reason. So we get to the abuse that Harry suffered under your care. Keeping him in a cupboard for instance.”
Anita watched as Petunia Dursley did faint at that and she heaved a sigh. She turned to Bradford.
“What now?”
“We see to her and make sure she’s not knocked what little sense is left out of her head and then shove her back in her holding cell and then we bring in her Husband and let him know exactly what his Wife has been saying. We’ll add the pressure and get him to confess to selling Harry and to who and then once we have names, we throw them to a court and have them in prison for child abuse and trafficking. It feels wonderful to be doing something and getting somewhere, doesn’t it?”
Anita laughed. “Yes, I just wish that you’d let me have a few minutes with them.”
“I’ve told you, not with the civilians.” Bradford told her with a smile of his own.
“I just want them to tell the truth. We know what’s happened, we know what they’ve done, why can’t they just admit it already. I don’t like this back and forth game play.”
“It’s all about self-preservation. They’re trying to save as much skin on their own necks as they can.”
“I’m not going to let them. Not after what they’ve done to Harry.”
“We won’t either, believe that, Anita. These people will not get away with what they’ve done. Human trafficking is bad enough but when it’s an innocent eight year old who’d already been abused…” Bradford trailed off with a heavy sigh. “I think this case has aged me.”
“I know what you mean.” Anita answered as she watched as Vernon Dursley was brought into the interrogation room, his hands handcuffed and tethered together with a chain.
“Go and get us a coffee.” Bradford barked at a junior agent before he turned back to the two way mirror with interest.
“So, Mister Dursley. Here we are again. Have you changed your mind since we last saw you?”
“I have nothing to hide!” Vernon Dursley roared. “I don’t know that boy!”
“Well, you see, Mister Dursley, we have a problem. Because we questioned your son after you and then your Wife, and the both of them do know who the boy is. Your Wife’s nephew, isn’t that right?”
Anita watched with satisfaction as the overlarge man’s red, ruddy face started paling with every word that the interrogator spoke.
“So, let’s start again, shall we? I want the truth this time, Mister Dursley. Who did you sell Harry to?”
“What’s going to happen to my Wife and son?” Dursley demanded.
Anita sipped her Styrofoam cup of machine coffee and waited to see what the interrogator would say now.
“At the moment? At the moment they’re both facing jail time, they’re implicated in child abuse, child abandonment and human trafficking. It doesn’t have to be that way if you tell us who you sold Harry to.”
“I want a deal.”
“Do you think that this is a TV programme?” The interrogator asked with a condescending laugh. “Is getting your son and Wife off of these charges not enough for you, Dursley? Tell us who you sold Harry to!”
“He never gave a name.” Vernon Dursley relented, his fat shoulders slumping in defeat and beside her, Bradford made an eager noise as he stepped closer to the glass in an attempt not to miss a single word.
“He must have asked you to call him something.” The interrogator insisted.
“He said to just call him doctor.”
“I assume you found out about him somehow?”
Dursley shook his head. “No. He came to me, said he knew that I had a child that I didn’t want. He offered me thirty thousand pounds in cash to take the boy off of my hands.”
“And just like that you accepted. Harry’s life was worth thirty thousand pounds to you?”
“He’d been nothing but trouble since the day he was left on our doorstep!”
“So you resented him enough to sell him to someone you had only just met and didn’t even care what that man wanted to do to the boy.”
“I always suspected that it was to do with the sex trade, I’m not hiding that. The boy was always strangely cute looking. It wasn’t natural.”
Anita almost dropped her Styrofoam cup of coffee at hearing that little piece of information. Vernon Dursley had just admitted, while being recorded, that he had knowingly sold an eight year old boy into what he’d thought was sex trafficking.
“Sick bastard.” Bradford growled furiously.
“He actually admitted to that?!” Anita said shocked.
Bradford glanced at her then back to the interrogation. “He doesn’t know what that man actually wanted with Harry. He didn’t know that it was for human experimentation. It’s natural to assume sex slavery when a man offers you money for a young ‘cute looking’ boy and with all the news casts and books and films detailing about it, it plays more on everyone’s mind these days. It just shows how truly twisted these Dursleys actually are.”
Anita’s hand clenched into a tight fist as she listened to Dursley speak, how he’d dragged Harry to a small, all but abandoned car park in the middle of nowhere to hand the small eight year old off to a man he’d thought would traffic Harry into sex slavery. How he’d accepted the case of money, made sure that it was all there before he’d left without looking back.
“What was Harry doing while all of this was going on?” The interrogator asked. “I assume that he wouldn’t have been standing there silently, just watching everything unfold.”
Dursley looked up at the interrogator and then back down to the table.
“The boy was naïve and docile. I told him to behave and he did.” Dursley hesitated. “At least until we arrived at the drop off point. He…he seemed to know what was going on. He was always a little freak, not like normal boys, he saw the exchange of money and he just knew. He started crying and begging, trying to run. The doctor grabbed him, held him still and gave him an injection in the neck that put him to sleep and he put the boy in the boot of the car.”
“That was the last time you saw him?” The interrogator asked.
Dursley nodded.
“You weren’t at all concerned about what you’d just seen?”
“Of course he wasn’t. He had the money, he didn’t care about anything else.” Anita growled.
“The man was a doctor.” Dursley answered. “He knew what he was doing.”
“No, he told you to call him Doctor. Did he ever show you any paperwork or proof that he was an actual doctor and not just a human smuggler?”
Dursley’s silence was answer enough.
“So you accepted money from a stranger, just for said man to smuggle Harry here to America. You are facing several very serious charges here, Mister Dursley. I hope you realise that.”
Dursley nodded miserably. “But my Wife and son will be let go? It was my decision to sell the boy, I was the one who drove him to that carpark and I handed him over.”
“We certainly appreciate your recorded confession.” The interrogator said happily.
“Are we leaving it here?” Anita asked Bradley Bradford when the interrogator collected all the sheets of paper and printed photographs back into a folder.
Bradford nodded. “We’ve got everything we needed. Now we have to press Petunia again and make sure she corroborates his story and then we charge them.”
“What about the son?” Anita asked.
“He was a child when all this happened, so we’ll send him back to Britain.” Bradford told her. “He’s going back tomorrow, because he’s a foul little brat and I can’t stand to have him here for any longer and my Agents are actually begging for paperwork in place of babysitting him.”
“Is he really that bad? I mean, Harry’s a handful, but…”
“Don’t compare the two.” Bradford told her with a grimace. “Harry’s been hurt, abused, experimented on and kept in a cupboard and then a cage. He’s fucked up in the simplest ways so that he can’t actually function properly as he doesn’t have the social skills necessary to tell him what he needs to do, but he’s sweet, kind, mostly curious. You said that he’s learning fast too. Dursleys’ son is disgusting, he’s close minded, self-entitled and a misogynist to boot. He actually told one of my agents that she belonged in a kitchen making her husband dinner and then demanded lunch from her. He compares men by what car they drive, or what style of suit they wear or what job they do and even by how ‘hot’ their Wife or girlfriend is, but women are automatically under men, no matter if they’re the top ranking agent in the room, wearing Prada and driving a Ferrari with a male model on their arm. He’s foul and I want rid of him.”
“By the sounds of things your agents will be getting rid of him themselves if he doesn’t stitch his lip.”
Bradford snorted. “Oh a few of them want to. I see them inching their hands towards their weapons, but it would be bad for us if we had a dead eighteen year old on our hands.”
“He’s eighteen?” Anita asked, her mind clicking over. “He was about the same age as Harry too, wasn’t he?”
“He’s seventeen, Anita, which is why we had to contact his Aunt to collect him from the airport. He’ll be eighteen in June, but Harry was younger, so he’s seventeen, nearing eighteen too.”
“Have they given a direct date? Harry thinks he was born in late summer and he always said he was seventeen.”
“He knows more than people think.” Bradford said with a smile. “Harry’s date of birth is the thirty-first of July, he is seventeen.”
“Thank you. It’d been driving us mad trying to work out how old he is, because he looks about twelve, but he was saying that he was seventeen and then everyone was thinking that he could actually be older.”
“You should have listened to the little guy. He might be socially inept and childlike, but he might surprise you all with how insightful he can be.”
Anita nodded and took in a breath, preparing herself to call the Circus while Vernon was led back to his holding cell and Petunia was dragged back in. It felt good to be getting somewhere, even if it was tiny little baby steps forward, they were still going in the right direction.
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Harry had turned while he’d been asleep. He’d gone from quiet, sweet angel who sat down for hours at a time colouring, giggling at things like buttons and shoelaces to a little monster who was refusing to do anything and he kept screaming.
“Did you have a nightmare, Harry?” Richard tried. “A bad dream?”
“No!” Harry shouted at him, pushing a mug off of the glass table, spilling its coffee contents onto the plush carpet.
“He must have done.” Micah said quietly. “Why else would he be doing this?”
“Harry, it’s okay to talk.” Richard coaxed gently.
Harry glared at him, for the first time ever, Harry actually glared and that it was aimed at him made his gut twist. He didn’t like it.
Harry picked up the tipped mug and he threw it right at him, thankfully Shang-Da was there to snatch it out of thin air, because Richard was so shocked by Harry’s behaviour that he was too dumbfounded to move.
“What is wrong, mon ange?” Asher tried, looking as upset by this meltdown as Richard felt.
Harry threw himself bodily back to the floor and he screamed as if someone was taking a knife to him. His fingers and toes were all clenched in, his knees and elbows were locked in bent positions and Harry screamed and screamed.
Anita burst into the room, gun out and she took one look at Harry before rushing to him and pillowing his head on her lap, slipping both of her hands into Harry’s.
“What in the hell happened?” She demanded.
“We don’t know.” A tearful Nathaniel told her. “He just woke up and he was strange, a bit groggy instead of being alert right away and it took him a moment to recognise us and where he was and he just started playing up and then he stared screaming. We don’t know what to do.”
“Get Lillian.” Anita ordered as she freed one of her hands to cup Harry’s chin, working her thumb into his mouth and between his teeth. “It looks like he’s having a seizure.”
“A seizure?!” Richard gasped in shock. “What in the hell caused it?”
“He is an abused boy who’s had unknown experiments performed on him!” Anita snapped at him angrily. “He said himself that the doctors used to open their skulls and poke about, that they messed with their organs and fuck knows what else! That’s cause enough.”
“Would a seizure have caused a meltdown like the one Harry had before the actual event or did the meltdown trigger the seizure?” Jason asked quietly.
“I’m not a doctor, but I would assume that the meltdown triggered the seizure, what happened during his meltdown?”
“Like Nathaniel said, he woke up different. He was groggy and confused and there was no recognition. He started having a tantrum and he knocked things over and threw stuff, then he threw himself backwards and started screaming and then his body locked.” Jason explained.
“But there was nothing that outwardly caused his change in behaviour?”
“Nothing. He woke up like it.”
“A nightmare perhaps?”
“I tried asking him that, but he kept screaming no at me.” Richard explained.
“One that he doesn’t want to talk about perhaps.” Anita sighed as she tried to prevent Harry from swallowing his tongue and from bashing his head against the floor as he writhed in her lap.
Lillian came rushing in, down from the upper part of the Circus as she’d been driving home from the lycanthrope clinic when she’d been called and she rushed to her knees to check Harry over.
“Is it a seizure?” Richard asked.
“Yes. A bad one.” Lillian said sadly.
“What caused it?”
“It’s difficult to say. Harry might actually be epileptic and that could be the cause, but there’s no telling what damage those doctors did to his brain in their so called experiments.”
“Lilan.” Harry sobbed softly as he calmed down.
“I’m here, sweetheart.” Lillian assured him softly.
“Scared.”
“I know you’re scared, but it’s going to be okay. You’re going to be fine.”
“Richard.”
Richard moved immediately and got onto his knees beside Harry, cupping his cheek and bringing their eye line into contact.
“I’m right here.” He assured the young boy.
“Scared.” Harry repeated as tears fell from his eyes.
“It’s going to be alright. You’ve just had a bit of a shock, that’s all.”
“Didn’t mean to throw things at you.” Harry whimpered.
“I know. It’s okay.” Richard insisted bending over Harry so that he could rest their foreheads together in the way that always made Harry smile.
It was a little weak and shaky due to fear, but Richard delighted in seeing the smile on Harry’s face again, he moved back and kissed Harry’s forehead before sitting back up and holding those tiny, delicate hands in his own.
“We found out some good news today, Harry.” Anita told him and Harry moved to look at her. “We found out when you were born. It was in July and it was nearly August. You’re very clever.”
Harry grinned at the praise and he yawned, closing his eyes, but unlike before where he’d immediately drop off to sleep, his hands kept twitching, his eyes kept opening as if he wanted to sleep and couldn’t or he was tired, but too afraid to sleep.
“How old is he?” Micah asked.
“As old as he said he was.” Anita said with a smile. “He’s seventeen. He was sold when he was eight and he spent nine years in that factory.”
“God, I’d hoped…”
“We all hoped that he was younger. That he hadn’t spent so long in that factory, but he has and now we deal with it.” Anita said sternly. “We’ve got the Dursleys, they’re going to prison for a very long time. That bastard actually confessed to selling Harry, an eight year old boy, into what he thought was child sex slavery.”
Richard reared back looking horrified. “Are you serious?” He demanded, his voice low with a growing growl from his beast.
“Deadly. He confessed, while being recorded, that Harry was abnormal and was too cute for a boy, that he assumed the man who wanted to buy him was some sicko who wanted him for the sex trade.”
“And still he sold him?!”
“And still he sold him.” Anita nodded. “For thirty thousand British pounds. All in cash. He handed Harry over, watched as he was drugged by the man who insisted that he was to be referred to as ‘doctor’ and as soon as he’d counted his money, he left and he didn’t look back. He said he hadn’t even thought of Harry once until now, when we shoved it in his face. He’s a despicable person.”
“Poor Harry.” Nathaniel sniffed.
“He’s with us now and he’s staying with us.” Richard said tightly. The urge to shift was getting stronger the more he heard and he wanted to shift into his beast so that he could hunt down this Dursley and maim him.
“Richard. Don’t leave me.” A sleepy Harry asked him.
He took a deep breath and then another. “I’m not going anywhere.” He said and when Harry lifted his arms up to him, he looked at Lillian before picking Harry up and cradling him. “I’m never going to leave you.” He swore as one hand cradled the back of Harry’s skull, thick fingers stroking through his multi-length hair.
“Let’s get him to bed.” Lillian suggested. “He’s had quite the scare and he needs his rest.”
“Will you come with me?” Harry asked Richard quietly.
“Of course I will.”
“Asher too?”
“Oui, mon ange.” Asher agreed immediately.
Harry smiled then, weak, shaky and tenuous, but he still smiled and once again there was hope. Hope that they could teach Harry to be his own person. Hope that they could help him to grow and learn. Hope that one day, they wouldn’t need to babysit him every hour of every day, but they would always look out for him. They would always love and care for him, because it was going to be a long, difficult road ahead, full of stress, failure and frustration, but Harry was worth it because there would also be love, success and development and that would make everything worth it in the end.
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A/N: This fic is now nearing the end. I’m estimating that it’ll be about 18 chapters long before it’s finished as I’m going to start wrapping it up and moving the plot along. I want to finish this one so I can pick up The Pride of the Lions again after the teaser chapter I posted, so fingers crossed for that.
The next chapter for this fic will actually be up next week as it’s already written and as I’m working on chapter 16, this fic is getting some much needed attention for once, I really am hoping to finish it very soon, so until next week lovelies, I hope you’ve enjoyed this chapter, the next one is a lot longer, promise.
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