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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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Sorry about the incredibly long wait. This is now the most up to date version of the story. All rewrites are complete. Sorry it took so long to post everything but the site was down for a while, then I had surgery, you get the idea.

Training and a Merry Christmas

Harry dodged, twisting out of the way of a barrage of curses while blocking the incoming sword. He was breathing heavily and really wanted a break. Unfortunately there was no way he’d be allowed one until he finished the exercise. For a muggle the guy was an absolute slave driver who loved watching them try to fight while avoiding spells. Colonel Roberts certainly had a nasty streak but he was brilliant. Harry could see Lan across the room involved in the same exercise as he was. The rest of the group were the ones throwing the spells at them while they fought. He sighed in relief as the Colonel signalled that his and Lan’s time was up, a sound echoed by his friend.

Most of the time Harry had trouble remembering what day it was, let alone how long it had been since they had started this crazy training regime. It had been worked out so that they would attend classes with the rest of the school and then use the time turner to do the day over, this time in extra curricula training. What was scary was that they had all noticed that they were aging as if they were living all that time so instead of being seventeen and a half Harry seemed to be eighteen. Good thing wizards tended to live for longer than Muggles or they would not like losing a year or two to the time turners. Harry smiled tiredly as Nic sat down beside him.

“Looking forward to Christmas?” She asked.

“It’s Christmas?” Harry returned, gratefully guzzling water from the bottle she passed him and ignoring her laugh.

“Don’t tell me you lost track of time.” She stated, amused by his question. Harry grinned sheepishly.

“Maybe.” Harry said, gaze switching to Shelley and Lan.
“Is it just me or are those two?” Nic smiled as his rather obvious topic change.

“Seems like it. They make a cute pair.” Nic said.

“They like each other a lot.” Harry stated quietly, still watching the couple thoughtfully. He found his thoughts wandering to a blond haired werewolf and forcefully made himself think of other things. He didn’t know why he thought of Jason so much but he couldn’t afford to be distracted, not when things were becoming so desperate. Since his birthday in July there had been four more devastating attacks, all with a message for him. The Prophet was going crazy and Harry had finally been convinced by Richard, Mrs. Smythe and Rita to allow Alex to file the suites against the paper for slander amongst other things. Since then they had toned it down but the message was still clear, they believed Harry had cowardly deserted them. Harry had been tempted to send a statement saying he’d return when the reporters actually printed the whole truth in their articles and did something to help the war, like actually fighting back themselves.

For now, he pushed aside thoughts of the Prophet, the stupidity he had left behind, and tried to ignore the ever-present thoughts of Jason. Maybe when this was all over he could allow himself to finish those thoughts about Jason, if he lived that long of course, but now was not that time. Now was the time to train, to fight, and prepare. Harry stood up, and determinedly focused on a target on the wall. He murmured a spell, and it burst apart. Concentrating on the next, he let himself focus only on the spells he was using.

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“Merry Christmas!” Harry jumped onto Richard’s bed, grinning at his still half asleep cousin. Richard cracked open one eye, gave a half hearted glare and tried to roll over so that he could go back to sleep. Harry however was having none of that. The teenager smirked and climbed off the bed, moving towards the door in preparation of running for his life.
“Are you getting up?” Harry asked innocently. When there was no reply he pulled his wand and whispered before bolting down the hall.

“HARRY!” Harry chuckled as he heard Richards’ scream even as he hid behind the Christmas tree. He had to fight to keep from bursting out laughing as Richard stormed into the room, dripping wet. Finally he couldn’t hold it in any longer and half collapsed against the wall from the force of his laughter.
“Not funny.” Richard growled.

“You’re the one who wouldn’t get up.” Harry finally managed to gasp as he got his laughter and his breathing under control.

“Brat.” Richard took an affectionate swipe at Harry’s head and to his surprise the teen let it connect. His surprise must have shown because Harry smiled at him. Richard returned the smile before grabbing his cousin up in a warm hug.
“Merry Christmas.” The two sat down and dug into the large pile of presents heaped beneath the tree.

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Harry smiled to himself as he got dressed. It was hard to believe it had been a year since he had received the small serpent that was currently basking in the winter sun on his windowsill. Hopefully this Christmas would be a little less exciting. Then again he had probably just jinxed himself by thinking that.

‘Massster.’ The snake hissed

“What isss it Kek?’ Harry looked up as the snake addressed him thoughtfully.

‘I don’t underssstand humansss.” The little snake hissed.

‘What do you mean?’ Harry asked, puzzled.

“Everyone isss acting ssstrange.’ Kek hissed, sounding very baffled.

‘It’sss Chrisstmass Kek.’ Harry hissed helpfully.

“Chrisstmass? What isss Chrissstmass?’ Kek asked and Harry paused to think about it.

‘A holiday to celebrate sssomething depending on your beliefsss. It meanss sssomething different for everyone. People give giftsss to thossse they care about and ssspend time with their Nesstlingss.’ He answered finally.

‘Humanss are sstrange.’ Kek hissed decisively and Harry laughed.

‘No argument here.’ He bent to finish tying his shoelaces and then held his arm out to the snake who slithered up his hand to curl around his wrist. He stroked the warm scales as he left his room to search for Richard and Shang-Da. Jean-Claude was once again throwing the party and hopefully it would go better than the last one to be held at the Circus but Harry didn’t think it would, there was no way Voldemort wouldn’t take the opportunity to strike again. At least he hadn’t gotten any overly dangerous or living gifts this year. The others had obviously monitored Josh while he was shopping since he had given him a nice ceremonial dagger that would be very useful for rituals and the like. The gift certificate for the local prank shop had been carefully hidden in the card envelope.

As soon as Richard saw Harry they all began walking towards the front door, now ready to leave.

“You’re bringing Kek?” Richard questioned.

“He’s curious about Christmas and made it clear that I am not leaving him behind. I figured I might as well bring him, besides its not like anyone who’s going to be there doesn’t know I have a pet snake.” Harry shrugged as he answered. He slipped his battle robes on and twisted the button so they changed into a coat. Richard watched but didn’t comment, his cousin had every right to be paranoid.

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“Merry Christmas My Lord.” Harry looked up and smiled at Requiem as the vampire greeted him very softly.

“Merry Christmas Requiem.” Harry answered, giving the vampire’s hand a squeeze out of sight of anyone watching. He also used the opportunity to slip him a small package.
“It’ll automatically unshrink when you go to unwrap it.” Harry informed him softly.

“Thank you Harry. I have something for you in my rooms. Later if you can slip away.” Requiem told him, hiding his nervousness. He didn’t know how his Lord would take his gift.

“Sure thing. I better move on.” Harry flashed him a smile and moved off into the crowd to greet his friends. Requiem watched as various shifters greeted the young Wizard and smiled. It seemed Harry could make friends easily amongst a very diverse group.

“So what did you get him that has you nervous?” Byron asked as he joined Requiem. Requiem glanced at him before answering.

“It is a family heirloom. One of the few I was able to keep after being thrown out. It is his by right now and I have yet to give him an appropriate gift as the Head of my family.” Byron nodded at Requiems answer. He didn’t know a whole lot about that world but he knew that the old families held tradition highly and that Requiem had been struggling to find something suitable for Harry.

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Harry laughed as he danced, squished between Nathaniel and Jason. He was honestly enjoying himself with the two shifters and had quickly relaxed and forgotten about the people watching them. For some reason he always found it easy to lower his guard around them and he didn’t know why. Okay, so he had an idea why he did around Jason, even if he wasn’t anywhere near ready to admit it. But Nathaniel? Maybe it was the whole victim vibe the other gave off. It would be very hard to see him as a threat, even in leopard form. He just wasn’t scary at all. If anything Nathaniel brought out his protective instincts.

“Having fun?” Jason asked as they danced and Harry nodded, feeling no need to talk. The sudden catcalls and whistles had them stopping in confusion until Harry saw someone pointing above their heads. He looked up and groaned, causing the other two to look up as well. They were conveniently standing below a rather large bunch of mistletoe.
“Oh boy.” Jason muttered.

“Go on kiss!” Someone yelled and Harry went crimson. He could see Richard making his way through the crowd in concern. Harry looked at Jason and Nathaniel and then shrugged. Why not? He stepped closer to Jason and bent his head down enough so that their lips brushed. Jason made a surprised noise before returning the kiss. They parted and Nathaniel moved up to kiss Jason as well, making the werewolf’s eyes go wide in shock. Harry and Nathaniel stared at each other for a split second before kissing as well. Harry turned back to the crowd and cocked his head, daring them to say something. Seeing the look on Richards face he cracked up, falling against Jason who managed a nervous chuckle. Harry looked at him and winked causing Jason to frown slightly. The werewolf watched as his friend concentrated and then laughed. Jason indicated for Richard to look up and sure enough there was a bunch of mistletoe above him. Richard looked next to him to see Anita and then looked back at Harry, throwing him a glare. Harry just smiled innocently but Richard knew Harry had done something to make that mistletoe appear.

“Go on Richard.” Harry called, causing everyone to look above the Ulfric and Lupa. Anita glared as the whistles started again.

“Anita?” Richard asked quietly. The two looked at each other before he bent towards her even as Anita tilted her head upwards. They kissed softly and then parted even as everyone began clapping and cheering. Richard looked over at Harry and couldn’t help but feel nervous at the mischievous glint in his eyes. People began laughing as mistletoe began randomly appearing all over the room and Richard shook his head.

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Harry leant against the wall, smiling tiredly. Requiem watched him before smiling as well.

“You look happy.” The vampire commented and Harry shrugged.

“This has been the best Christmas I’ve ever had Requiem. I have a family and friends.” Harry’s smile widened as he spoke and Requiem nodded.

“Last year was a little more eventful.” Requiem commented and Harry snorted.

“That’s one way of putting it.” The wizard answered. The two were in Requiems’ rooms having slipped away separately from the party a few minutes earlier. Harry had never been in them before and was happy to see that they in no way resembled any of the rooms in the Noble House of Black. He took the package Requiem held out to him.

“I should have given this too you on your birthday but I had trouble finding something appropriate.” Requiem told him, motioning for Harry to open it. He did so and found a very old pendant on a silver chain. The pendant was silver as well, set with a sapphire and a Celtic inscription.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” Harry said softly, fingering the pendant gently.

“It has been in the Black family for as long as anyone knows. As the Head of the Family you should have it. The inscription is for protection against curses but obviously it won’t block any of the Unforgivables.” Requiem explained and Harry nodded, slipping the chain around his neck, tucking the pendant into his shirt to rest against his skin. He looked up and smiled at Requiem before hugging him briefly.

“Thank you.” He said softly but clearly. With that Harry slipped out of the room, wanting to get back to the party before he was missed.

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“Joy, back to the grindstone.” The group laughed at Josh’s groaned statement even as they gathered around the time turner. First day of classes was over so it was time to go back and train for the day. They looked around as it stopped to see what had changed in the training room over the Christmas break but most of it was the same. Sure enough Colonel Roberts was there and the look on his face had most of the group wanting to run. This was not going to be a fun day.

Three hours later they were all ready to drop. They had all kept up their physical training over the break but the Colonel was not impressed. Only Harry had gotten a vague grunt of approval and he had the unfair advantage of being able to train against shifters daily plus his own enhancements. They were all looking forward to when they got their next teacher since they were meant to be a retired Unspeakable. Hopefully he, or she, would not be as bad as Roberts. Harry frowned thoughtfully to himself. Somewhere he was sure, there was a flaw in that logic that made it not make sense. But he was too tired to think. And he had a feeling his own thoughts were a bit muddled. Surely though, they were allowed to dream, weren’t they?

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Nathaniel shot Jason a puzzled look as the werewolf slumped in a chair.

“What’s wrong?” He asked in concern for his normally cheerful friend.

“You were right. I definitely like Harry.” Jason groaned as he finally admitted out loud what he had known in his mind and heart for quite a while.

“Oh. Been thinking about Christmas have you?” Nathaniel asked mildly. Jason shot him a glare for that comment.

“I can’t stop thinking about it! He kissed me. It may have been small but it was him. Okay so you kissed me too and then you two kissed as well but…” Jason trailed off and Nathaniel smiled at his friend.

“But you enjoyed his kiss more than mine? And maybe even felt a little jealous when I kissed him?” Nathaniel asked softly. Jason nodded miserably.

“I don’t like Harry like that so you don’t need to feel jealous.” Nathaniel assured him.
“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying his kiss.”

“Richard.” Jason stated glumly and Nathaniel shook his head, sending his long hair flying.

“He won’t do anything if Harry indicates he wants you too. Just be careful. Harry’s been hurt a lot, he might bolt if things move too quickly.” Nathaniel pointed out.

“I don’t want that. I don’t want to scare or hurt him and I’m afraid if he finds out it will. Yeah he kissed us but that’s what you do under mistletoe.” Jason said tiredly.

“I get the feeling that tradition or not Harry wouldn’t have done it unless he felt comfortable doing so.” Nathaniel pointed out. Jason perked up a little at that and Nathaniel smiled, glad to give his friend some hope. He honestly thought Harry and Jason would be good for each other. Now if only he could convince both of them and make sure Richard didn’t decide to rip Jason to shreds for it.

TBC…
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