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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.

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Disclaimer: Still don’t own them, no matter how many times I wish for it.

Hope and Healing

Anita looked up as Richard walked back into the living room.

“Still no change?” She asked softly. He just shook his head tiredly and sat down next to her.

“I don’t know what to do Anita. He refuses to talk about it and won’t see Gwen anymore. All we know is what he told Jason when he woke up.” Richard told her, staring moodily at the floor in front of the couch. Anita wrapped her arms around him, feeling the tenseness in his body.
“So much for a happy seventeenth.” He commented bitterly.

“He’s stronger than he looks Richard. Give him time to deal with what he saw. All we can do is let him know we are all here for him.” She said encouragingly, tightening the hug.

“Thanks.” Richard said softly, letting himself slowly relax in her arms and luxuriating in her scent.
“I miss this.” It was a confession so quiet that Anita almost didn’t hear him. She swallowed hard.

“Me too.” She answered in a slightly louder voice than him. Anita relaxed her hold as
Richard moved on the couch and then looked up at him. They were facing each other now, only a small space separating them. Richards’ eyes held a familiar heat as he slowly closed the gap between them. Anitas’ eyes fell shut as his lips met hers in a gentle kiss. She reached out and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and he responded eagerly to her encouragement. They only parted when oxygen became absolutely necessary.
“Rich.” She was stopped before she could finish a word by his fingers on her lips.

“Shh. I love you Anita. I want this to work between us. I know you won’t give up the others and I’m not asking you too. Just…please, can we try again? I know we’ll never have 2.5 kids or the white picket fence, and having Harry here has helped me accept that and I find that I don’t really want it anymore. But I don’t want to have to live without you in my life like I’ve tried before. It hurts too much.” Richard confessed and waited nervously for her to respond to what he had said. To his surprise she leant back in for another kiss.

“I love you too Richard, I never stopped. Even after all the fights and anger. I want us to work but do you really think we can?” She responded once they had parted again.

“I think so. When he’s not threatening to kick Harry out Jean-Claude has been tolerable lately. Micah’s not a bad guy; he’s a good alpha for your Pard and I can accept that. Okay, Damian does creep me out a bit but I can learn to live with it.” Richard said and gave her a small smile.

“And Nathaniel?” She asked, curious as to why Richard hadn’t mentioned him when he had always seemed to have a problem with the young leopard before.

“You haven’t noticed?” He asked with what she was shocked to admit was a sly smile.

“Noticed what?” Anita asked, puzzled by the question and his expression.

“The way Asher and Nathaniel have been acting around each other since the party.” His answer was not what she had expected.

“What? You mean…”

“Looks like.” Richard smiled warmly at her and squeezed her hand.
“Are you okay with that?” He asked in concern.

“Yeah. All I ever wanted was for those to have some happiness and if they make each other happy.” She shrugged, trying to sort her feelings out. It sounded weird to put those two in the same sentence but maybe they’d be good for each other. Anita knew Asher would protect Nathaniel and that Nathaniel would accept Asher’s scars, physical and not. Maybe they could both find healing from the past.

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Jason frowned at the sight before him. Harry was sitting on his windowsill just staring unseeingly out at the trees. Kek was coiled next to him, keeping a sharp eye on the teen while Padfoot sat mournfully at his feet. Hedwig was perched on his shoulder, carefully preening his hair for him. Jason shut the door behind him and made his way across the room, bending to give Padfoot a pat hello. He cautiously rested a gentle hand on Harry’s shoulder but there was no reaction.

“Harry please talk to me.” Jason said quietly. Green eyes flickered his way before turning back to the view.
“What happened isn’t your fault. We all hate seeing you do this to yourself.” Jason said and then sighed as Harry continued to give no sign that he heard him.
“Sitting here wallowing in guilt won’t bring them back. Please Harry.” Jason begged.

“Go.” The whisper was hoarse but it was the first word anyone had heard from Harry in almost a month, screaming due to a nightmare not included.

“No Harry. I won’t leave you like this.” Jason stated firmly. He wrapped his arms around Harry, being careful not to disturb the owl. Harry went rigid in his embrace before slamming them both backwards. Jason blinked in shock as he suddenly found himself on his back on the floor, Harry pinning him down, fangs bared and eyes slitted. Harry was hissing softly and Jason froze, not wanting to provoke the volatile teen on top of him. He could hear Kek’s agitated hissing and hoped he was telling Harry to calm down. They still didn’t know if Harry was venomous and Jason wasn’t too keen on being the one to find out, werewolf or not. He heard the door slamming open and could smell Richard and Anita. Harry glanced up at them and hissed in warning.

“Harry? What’s going on?” Richard asked taking a cautious step forward. He backed up again as a nearby picture frame cracked.
“Jason, you okay?” He demanded, frantic with worry, but unable to do anything to help either Harry or Jason.

“Other than the pissed off Serpent Lord on top of me? Sure. May have hit my head on the way down but nothing too bad.” Jason said lightly but didn’t dare take his eyes off Harry. He tensed as he felt something moving up his leg before realising it was Kek.
“Please tell me the snake is heading for Harry.” He said, licking his lips nervously.

“He is.” Anita commented.
“Calm down Jason, if Harry’s senses are enhanced he can probably smell your emotions.” She continued. Jason grimaced, easy for her to say when she was all the way over by the door. But still, the presence of both his Ulfric and Lupa/Bolverk was helping to keep from completely panicking.
“What happened?” She asked.

“Not sure exactly. I tried talking to him. When that didn’t work I hugged him, and the next thing I know I’m on the floor with Harry on top of me.” Jason explained. Anita and Richard exchanged glances. Jason was always hugging Harry, it had been his way too get Harry used to contact and Nathaniel did it too. So why had he reacted so violently? Kek had made his way up Jason and then Harry’s body so that he could hiss in the teen’s ear. They watched in relief as Harry’s fangs retracted and his eyes slowly faded back to normal. Harry blinked in confusion and he looked down at Jason.
“Back with us Harry?” Jason asked cautiously.

“Jason? What happened?” Harry croaked, unused to talking.

“You tell me. Think you can let me up now?” Jason asked. Harry looked around and then blushed as he realised their position and what it must look like. Harry clambered off him and retreated to the corner to sit with his arms wrapped around his knees, Kek still hissing quietly to him. Jason stood as Richard slowly approached his cousin and sat next to him.

“Are you okay?” Richard asked quietly. Harry shrugged, refusing to look at any of them.

“Sorry.” The teen whispered.

“No problem, I’m used to getting knocked down.” Jason said with a grin. He moved to sit on Harry’s other side.
“You’ve had a rough time, no hard feelings.” He said reassuringly.

“Do you know what happened?” Anita asked, crouching nearby, but far enough away so that Harry wouldn’t feel crowded or cornered. Harry shook his head.

“Harry please don’t do this.” Richard begged. Harry finally looked at Richard as the man spoke.

“It’s my fault.” The wizard whispered.

“What is?” Richard asked.

“They’re dead cause of me.” Harry’s breath hitched slightly as he said it. Richard held him by the shoulders and turned him so that they were facing each other.

“You listen to me Harry Potter. What happened was a great tragedy yes, but it was not your fault. The only ones to blame are Voldemort and his followers. He would have done it no matter what. You couldn’t have warned anyone because you didn’t know in advance. And afterwards there was nothing you could have done. He did it because he knew that their deaths would affect you but you can’t let him win. You hear me?” The last was almost snarled and Harry flinched slightly. Richard was mad, mad at the murderer who had hurt his son and his beast was screaming for blood. Richard pulled Harry into his arms and refused to let go as the teen tensed and began to struggle. He simply held him tightly and began whispering that it wasn’t his fault. Soon his struggles stopped and Harry clung to him, sobbing harshly. Jason moved closer and slowly leant up against Harry’s back, adding his silent support. Even Anita laid a gentle hand on Harry’s arm. The three exchanged relieved looks, thankful that now Harry could move on and begin to heal from this latest blow.

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“Hey Joshua.”

“Harry? Are you okay?” Harry winced at the utter relief in his friends’ voice. He hadn’t really meant to worry him so much.

“I’m okay I guess. The mental breakdown must have helped.” Harry tried to make it sound humorous but knew he had failed as soon as the words left his mouth.

“Ouch. But you’re doing better now right?” Joshua asked tentatively.

“Yeah. I’m seeing Gwen again.” Harry admitted.

“Good. The others will be glad to hear it. Maybe we can get together next week?” Josh asked hopefully.

“Maybe. I better go. Richards’ calling me for dinner.” Harry said as he heard his cousin calling.

“Okay. I’ll talk to you later.” Josh said.

“Sure. Talk to you soon.” Harry hung up and headed for the kitchen. He’d been telling the truth. Since the incident with Jason he had been feeling better.

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“I am glad you are feeling better.” Harry looked up to see Requiem standing a few feet away. He nodded to the vampire from his spot at the rail and Requiem moved closer.
“Your compassion for others is your greatest strength but it can also be used against you My Lord. Do not stop feeling it but you can not let it dehabilitate you or he will win.” Requiem stated quietly.

“I know.” Harry answered just as quietly.
“I could have hurt Jason without even realising it. I don’t want… I can’t let that happen again.” Harry looked up at the vampire who looked so much like Sirius and impulsively hugged him. Requiem froze for a few seconds before awkwardly hugging him back.

“It will be all right Harry.” The vampire whispered before pulling back and leaving. Neither noticed Richard watching with a small smile. The werewolf had found that Requiem was growing on him and was happy that whatever he had said had helped Harry.

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Dear Harry,

Happy Coming of Age My Lord Potter-Black. I apologise for the delay of this letter but I am aware that you in all likelihood know of recent events over here. For the sake of your continued safety I have enclosed all of the necessary paperwork that requires your signature to complete your inheritance. Once signed they will automatically appear before the relevant parties. By Wizarding Law you are now a legal adult with all the responsibilities and privileges due your station. I hope that you enjoyed your Birthday and that you do not let events here get you down. Do not pay attention to the Prophet. I am ready and willing to file several suites against them if you so desire and have enclosed them for your approval or disapproval. It is a shame that our people are willing to place the world on your shoulders while they cower in the corner. I hope you are enjoying your life there and that your cousin is looking after you.

Once again, Happy Birthday Harry.

Yours Sincerely,
Alex Merewether.

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“Harry, have you seen my lesson plans?” Harry rolled his eyes at his cousin’s shout.

“On your desk!” He shouted back.

“Oh, got them! Hey, what’s your Potions book doing here?” Richard called back.

“Sorry!” Harry yelled as he searched his own desk for his summer homework. He really hated the start of term. Tomorrow it would be back to the books and full time training. Harry sighed as he finally found his essays. He was looking forward to seeing more of his friends and Ethan and Amanda but he could do without the homework.

“Got everything ready?” Richard asked from the doorway, chucking the potion book at Harry. He smiled at the teen as the book was swiftly caught and stuffed in his backpack.

“Yeah. You?” Harry asked as he zipped the bag shut.

“All ready.” Richard answered. He would have been ready earlier but they’d spent yesterday and today clothing shopping. Harry had literally sprung up overnight and barley anything had fit the teen. They’d been warned that it could happen within three months of Harry’s birthday but Richard hadn’t honestly believed it. Apparently it had something to do with a wizard or witches magic finally fully stabilising and going through a slight increase forcing their bodies to change to accommodate it. Harry was now 5’9”, not tall by any means for a male but still considerably taller than he had been. Jason had sulked about it for a while in a joking way. He had liked having another guy close to his height and found it unfair that Harry had suddenly shot up. But Richard found that the extra height suited Harry well and he now looked like a healthy, fit teenager instead of the underfed child he’d met a year just over a year ago. All of the physical training they had put him through had left Harry tanned and toned, not incredibly muscular by any means, he had more of a runners build which was useful since he had often had to run for his life in the past.
“Come on then, movie night.” He said and grinned as Harry dashed past him into the hallway. Harry seemed to have finally fully recovered from his birthday and Richard was relieved. He followed his cousin at a more sedate pace even as Harry yelled for him to hurry up.

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Harry fidgeted nervously and glanced at Joshua out of the corner of his eye. It was only the first day back, so what could the group have possibly done wrong this quickly? Josh shrugged slightly at him in response.

“Don’t worry. None of you are in trouble. Since I am sure you all know what happened over the holidays I don’t need to tell you that the war is escalating. I know that you will all wish to accompany Harry when he returns to England, which is why I summoned all of you. It would be foolish to believe that Voldemort will give you the time needed to finish your schooling and receive further training. Have any of you ever seen one of these before?” Amelia Smythe asked, holding the small golden object up and Harry’s eyes widened.

“It’s a time turner ma’am.” Harry answered.

“Very good. Have you used one before Harry? Whatever is said here will not leave this room.” She added seeing the discomfort on his face.

“Yes Mrs. Smythe, in my third year.” Harry answered finally.

“Then I won’t have to explain how to use it to you.” She said. Amelia looked at each of the students in turn.
“Using one of these is not a matter to be taken lightly. However you will be using this for as long as necessary. You will attend classes as normal and then use the turner to repeat the day. During your second time you will remain in a secure section of the school or be removed form the grounds to receive further training from people such as Aurors, Unspeakables, other Ministry workers and even some muggle military personnel who are aware of our world.” She paused and the group exchanged shocked looks. They were definitely getting special treatment
“In short, you will be trained for war.”

TBC…
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