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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 he had been thrashing and snarling at Richard, she had thought he might have to be put down like a sick dog, but once he had submitted to the dominating presence of Richard and had calmed down it seemed he was capable of understanding what they were saying, even if the conversation was stilted due to his limited vocabulary and inability to comprehend certain words and sentences. She hoped he was able to help. She really, really did.
Chapter Three – Reversal
The second time Harry woke up, it was because he was being tipped backwards and he scrambled to catch a hold of the massive pair of shoulders in front of him, wrapping his skinny arms around a thick neck tightly and holding on to keep from falling, a small whine already in his throat as the burning warmth that had kept him asleep was taken away from his lower body.
“It’s alright Harry, you’re alright.” The soft, soothing voice of the wolfman broke through his whining.
“You’re warm.” Harry complained as he snuggled himself in as tightly as he could. It felt amazing to be held by another lycanthrope and his wolf was rumbling so very happy just below the surface of his skin.
“I can’t carry you around all day.” The wolfman said with a hint of laughter in his voice.
“I want to be warm, just once.” Harry replied as he went still in those large arms, wrapping his skinny legs around that thick waist, making sure to hook his thighs over the hipbones to stay in place.
Richard sighed and straightened up once more, cradling the bony, underweight body of the boy in his arms and walking back out to Jean-Claude’s living room. Harry fell right back to sleep on the way.
“I thought you were going to put him back in his bed Richard.” Anita said.
“He woke up when I tried to put him down. I think he’s been so starved for contact and with him being a lycanthrope as well, that he just can’t bear to be parted from one, anyone, now that he’s been introduced to it.”
Jason went up to his Ulfric and bowed his head, before he tugged the small body from his arms and carried Harry to the settee and sat back down, cuddling with him, rumbling softly in his throat when Harry made a soft noise at the invading cold, before it was washed away by Jason’s body. Stephen joined him on the other side and together they sandwiched the smaller, younger pack member between them, keeping him warm and sleeping.
“Can you two watch him for me?” Richard asked.
“Of course Ulfric.” Stephen replied, twirling a tuft of the dull, greyish hair Harry had on his head around a finger.
“Just be careful.” Anita warned.
“He’s not an animal Anita; he’s just frightened and has been abused.”
“You saw as well as I did what he was like when he first woke up and when you caught him. He has the potential to be dangerous.”
“He didn’t know any of us!” Richard snarled.
“Oh? And now he does, does he? So he’s going to behave and not attack us and inexplicitly trust us because he now knows us, after an hour of conversation?” Anita disparaged.
“He fell asleep with us in the room, that shows trust!”
“No it doesn’t! He has been forced to sleep when he could, wherever he was for years Richard, those people hurt him, experimented on him when it suited them, there was nothing he could do, nothing he could do to stop them, so he slept in his cage regardless because he couldn’t stay awake any longer, it was going to happen anyway, why torture himself by being tired also. Him falling asleep with us here is not a sign of trust, he’s been doing it for years with much bigger threats to his life than us, he’s taught himself to ignore his surroundings.”
Richard stifled a scream of rage and tugged at his hair.
“How can this have been allowed to happen? He was eight when he was turned into a lycanthrope, he shouldn’t have been able to survive the ensuing full moon! That he was given three lycanthrope strains together and vampirism; he shouldn’t have survived long enough to be tortured! Someone somewhere must have missed their eight year old son!”
“I don’t think so, remember what he said Richard.” Lillian put in gently, trying to bring down the tension. “Before he was in his cage he remembered sleeping in a cupboard, living with a fat man who yelled and hit him, a skinny woman who slapped him and a little fat boy who called him names. He was abused before those so called doctors even got their hands on him. I don’t think anyone is going to be looking for him.”
“How can anyone do that to their own child?” He whispered horrified.
“I’ve been trying to tell you for years Richard that the level of human depravity goes deeper than you want to think about. Humans are monsters too; their sick, depraved minds concoct all manner of tortures and abuse. A lycanthrope will just bite and claw at you, a vampire will drain you dry, but a human, you never know what a human will do to you once they have fallen into that mind-set, once they have decided to murder, once they have decided to kill you, it’s up to their imagination on how gruesome a death they give you.”
Richard looked disgusted and Anita shook her head. She could always count on Richard being a boy scout. He just didn’t understand that humans could be monsters too, that just because someone was infected with lycanthropy, didn’t automatically mean they were monsters, no matter what Humans First believed.
“Richard, those ‘doctors’ from the factory, they were humans. From their paperwork we can gather that they hated lycanthropes and vampires so much they were testing on them to find a ‘cure’ for their diseases. It was humans who tortured and killed all of those people, turned them into what they hated just to experiment on them and torture them, killed them and buried them in unmarked graves in the field surrounding the factory. It was humans who hurt Harry and kept him in a cupboard, humans who caged him at eight and turned him into a Panwere. It was humans who fucked him over, not lycanthropes. So who are the real monsters?”
Richard said nothing, though he looked like he had sustained several heavy body blows before having his world ripped to pieces. Hopefully he understood now, that just because he had been turned into a werewolf, that he did have urges and instincts that belonged to an animal, that that didn’t make him a monster, nothing could ever make Richard a monster, not in her eyes, not in his packs eyes, not in his friends and not in his families eyes, no matter what he did, he would always be Richard.
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Harry slept for thirteen hours straight cuddled up with Stephen and Jason, who also fell asleep on the settee, all wormed together like a little puppy pile, arms here and legs stuck out there, it looked adorable, not that Anita would ever confess to think such a soft, mushy thought.

It was a strange thing; Jean-Claude had died for the day and woken back up, bathed and groomed himself and gone to his living room to find the three cuddled up together on his settee still.

Anita had gone home, had some sleep, gone into work, done her raisings for the night and come to the Circus to find that the boys had barely moved at all.

Jason snuffled in his sleep and buried his head further into Stephen’s stomach, Stephen made a small noise and his hand clenched in Harry’s pyjamas and Harry himself was just awake. One moment sleeping deeply, the next he was wide awake, no sign of his thirteen hour sleep, no sign of lingering sleepiness or fatigue, just wide awake and alert. Anita made a note to never be drowsy or sleepy around Harry, he could wake up a hell of a lot quicker and more effectively than she could and if he turned, he would have the advantage over her.
“Good evening, mon petit pétale. How are you feeling?” Jean-Claude questioned.
Harry was silent for several moments. “I don’t understand.” He said finally.
“How do you feel?” Anita questioned patiently.
“Warm.” He answered softly, snuggling into Jason’s thigh.
Anita was hoping he would drop back off, but those green, green eyes stayed open, blinking languidly, but he remained awake and alert as his head was pillowed on Jason’s lax thigh.

Harry yawned softly and made a small noise, like a stretching cat though his body remained still, cradling Stephen’s upper body.
“Has Lillian left yet?” Anita asked, thinking of something to say to break the silence. Everything she wanted to say was about Harry and even if he didn’t understand everything she said, it felt wrong to speak about him like he wasn’t there or was a particularly dim-witted child.
“Non, she is still with the frozen wererats.”
“We need to try and get him to unfreeze them.” Anita said softly.
“They’re not frozen.” Harry piped up.
“Can you reverse what you’ve done?” Anita asked hopefully.
“What does that mean?” Harry questioned.
“Means can you undo it.” Jason answered sleepily as he rolled onto his back carefully and stretched.
Harry cocked his head up onto his shoulder, it was strange seeing him do it when he was lying down.
“You don’t understand do you?” Jason said sadly. Harry shook his head.
“Can you make them not frozen anymore?” Anita tried.
“They’re not frozen.” Harry reiterated in frustration.
“Then what did you do?” Anita snapped.
Harry whimpered and snuggled down into a still sleeping Stephen. Anita sighed and shook her head.
“I need coffee to deal with this.” She grumbled.
Asher walked through the curtains from deeper under the Circus and joined them.
“What has happened?”
“Besides Harry not understanding anything of what we say? Nothing.” Anita said moodily.
“I do so understand some things!” Harry said stroppily. “You use strange words and shout at me!”
A lance of sound had Harry cringing from his own head, his wolf had woken up with his anger and he wanted out to hurt the nasty lady.
“Calm down Harry.” Jason soothed, touching him and holding him, waving a wrist that smelt like places he had never been, damp and earthy and he grabbed that wrist and inhaled the scent deep into himself, licking at the pale forearm, from wrist to elbow and trying to squeeze his tongue higher under the cuff of the tight tee-shirt.
“That tickles.” Jason grinned, but didn’t move his arm as Harry continued to lick him.
“Do you think it would help to show him the wererats?” Asher suggested.
“And have him finish them off? No.”
Jean-Claude sighed, as if he were dealing with a particularly troublesome child and Anita staved off an angry flush.
“I believe it may help his understanding if he were reminded of what he did, ma Cherie.” Asher placated.
“Fine, but don’t let him near them.” She relented stubbornly.
“Harry, would you come with me?” Jean-Claude addressed the young boy, who was still sensually licking Jason’s arm.
“Do you know why he’s doing that?” Anita asked.
“I think he can smell the wolf on me. He hasn’t smelt another wolf before I don’t think and he’s trying to commit the smell to memory by tasting it.”
Jean-Claude took Harry’s hand gently and pulled him to his feet, Harry looked at him with such large, hurt eyes that it almost choked him. Though Anita was right, there wasn’t an ounce of trust in the gaze Harry gave him, no matter how bright his eyes were.

Jean-Claude forced himself to let go of Harry’s hand, he might have been hurt and abused horrifically, but he wasn’t a child, if Harry truly was seventeen, then he wasn’t a child who needed to have his hand held just to walk down the corridor, if they had any hope in helping him recover and become a normal member of society then they needed to teach him what he needed to know and give him the independence he needed to survive.
“If you would come this way.” Jean-Claude instructed in lieu of pulling Harry along by the hand.
Harry walked beside him, but his gait was unlike anything Jean-Claude had ever seen and it looked like Harry would have much rathered just sunken to his knees and crawled. He had to remind himself that Harry likely had spinal damage from the years of being shoved into a cage far too small for him that had forced him to curl into all sorts of positions just to fit, let alone get comfortable and that was before any experiments the doctors did to him, because if what was unravelling from the salvaged paperwork could be believed, it wasn’t just making successful hybrids that the doctors had had in mind when they had started up their factory. There was even a full documented report of a particular experiment that they had performed, in one of the undamaged exercise books, of a full gender switch on two experiments to see if when they then changed that full moon they would switch back. They hadn’t.

When they reached a corner, Harry flung his back to the wall and peered around it suspiciously and Jean-Claude stopped and watched as Harry’s beautiful, but shrewd, green eyes assessed his surroundings and the danger of heading left or right.
“We are going left, mon petit pétale.” He said softly.
“Just pick him up and carry him.” Anita huffed from behind them.
Jean-Claude had known she was there, so he continued watching Harry, who didn’t jump or startle at Anita’s suddenly loud voice. He had known she was there too.
“If he is to ever become a part of regular society, even if he is involved in the lycanthrope communities, he needs to learn to do for himself, ma petite, he cannot do that if we continually coddle him and carry him around like a child. He is not a child, so he should not be treated like one.”
“We’ll be here all night.”
“Which way is left?” Harry’s soft voice broke in.
“Oh for gods sake.”
Jean-Claude ignored Anita’s annoyed and stubborn stance, he was used to her impatience by now, instead he stepped up behind Harry and slipped his hands under the smaller boy’s. He moved his left hand outwards, moving Harry’s also.
“Left.” He said clearly. He tucked his and Harry’s hands back into their sides and moved the right one out. “Right.”
Harry repeated his actions, moving his left hand out, moving Jean-Claude’s also. “Left.” He said softly before repeating with the opposite hand. “Right.”
“Qui, good boy.”
“I thought you weren’t going to treat him like a child.”
Jean-Claude sighed. He had known Anita was in a bad mood from the marks between them, but she was being nearly impossible tonight.
“Teaching him what he needs to know to live independently is not treating him like a child, ma petite.”
“We go left.” Harry said almost to himself as he wasn’t paying any attention to his and Anita’s quarrel.
Harry extended his left hand out and then followed it like it was a guide. Jean-Claude felt a small amount of pride that Harry had picked up on directions so quickly and was able to apply them correctly, now he just needed his lesson to stick.

Jean-Claude followed Harry as he almost loped down the corridor, partially hunched, still moving like he would be more comfortable crawling, they came to another left or right.
“We go left?” Harry turned to look at him through curious eyes, his words a question to him.
“Non, mon petite pétale, we go right.” Jean-Claude instructed, feeling that swell of pride as Harry stopped, looked at both of his hands, before raising the right one and followed it down the right passageway.
Jean-Claude stopped him halfway down the corridor and Harry looked at him curiously.
“We go left.” Jean-Claude told him.
Harry looked at his hands, before looking to what was left of him.
“There is no left.” Harry told him.
Jean-Claude looked to the door and maneuvered Harry in front of it.
“We must go through the door.”
Harry looked at the handle and scowled. He glared at the handle and extended a hand; he gripped the orb and tried pressing it down. He got incredibly frustrated, very easily when he couldn’t work it.
“Non, mon petit pétale, twist it.” Jean-Claude told him.
“The doctors used to push it down.” Harry told him softly.
“This is a different door handle, you need to twist it.”
Jean-Claude placed his hand over Harry’s and twisted it sharply to the right and the door opened. Harry’s grin could have lit up the room.

Lillian was looking at them when they entered and Harry greeted her subserviently, dropping to his knees and rubbing his forehead over her hand. He then proceeded to flick the tip of his tongue over the back of her hand, tasting her curiously.
“I take it he has agreed to free the Rodere? Rafael is not best pleased about this Jean-Claude.”
“He doesn’t understand what we mean.” Anita bit out to the other woman. “He insists they’re not frozen.”
“They aren’t.” Harry snapped.
“Harry, maybe you could tell me what they are if they aren’t frozen?” Lillian said softly, kindly.
Harry poked Claudia, who had been moved onto a bed with her fellow wererats. “Full body bind.” He said.
“Can you stop them being this way?” Lillian asked.
Harry just touched Claudia; there was a small wave of power that was electrifying, almost like they had all been struck by lightning and then Claudia was sitting up as if she had never been frozen at all.

Harry touched all of the frozen wererats and they sat up, some rubbed their heads, some screwed their eyes shut for a few moments, but they were otherwise completely unaffected by their four day incapacity.
“Thank you Harry.” Lillian said sincerely and gratefully.
“What did you do to us?!” One bodyguard demanded.
Bobby Lee laid a hand on his shoulder in warning as Harry sunk back to his knees and crawled around Jean-Claude to huddle behind his legs. It made a stab of protectiveness flare within him as he felt Harry’s quivering hands pressed against his thighs.
“There is no need to be quite so vicious.” Jean-Claude said pleasantly, though his eyes showed his warning, his displeasure.
“He froze us!”
“You weren’t frozen!” Harry snapped from behind his legs, peeking around them, the side of his head resting on the jut of his hip through the leather trousers.
The wererat bared his teeth and Harry ducked behind his legs again, making a small frightened sound.
“He has reversed what he did in his fright, something he did not need to do, if he had refused, we could do nothing about it. He is a frightened boy, who woke up in a strange place surrounded by strange people when the last thing he remembers is being attacked in a cage in a lycanthrope factory. How could you hold that against him?” Lillian demanded furiously of her fellow rat.
Jean-Claude tugged Harry up to his feet and tried to ignore the way Harry clung to his body, holding him up as he sought to sink back to the floor.
“Where’s Richard?” Harry asked in a small voice. “I want Richard.”
“I’ll go and call him.” Jason said from the door, where he had joined them after waking up a bit more fully, wondering if his Master needed feeding. He was Jean-Claude’s Pomme de Sang after all.
“If you would, mon Pomme.”
“What did he do to us?” Claudia asked.
“Body bind.” Harry answered helpfully.
“How did you do it?” Bobby Lee was more interested in knowing.
“I’ve always been able to do it. The doctors called it my interesting energy.”
“So you can just bind people’s bodies for however long you want to?” Anita asked, more relaxed and less tense than she had been now that the wererats were awake, but there was an alert tension to her still.
“No, usually it only lasts for a few hours, but I was so scared when I woke up, I must have pushed more power into it than usually takes to bind people.”
“Can you do other things?” Lillian asked curiously.
Harry stared at her mouth and frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“What’s not to understand?” The wererat who had shouted at Harry before demanded.
“Leave him alone.” Anita glared. “He finds it difficult to understand certain words or sentences; he has been kept in a cage for nine years, that doesn’t leave much time for an education!”
Jean-Claude almost breathed a sigh of relief, to see Anita protective of him now relaxed something tight within him. She had agreed to take him into her own home, he had assumed it was more to placate Richard than any real want of having a young boy in her home, but she had still found it within herself to agree to housing him, to see her so afraid and so intolerant of the boy’s behaviour and strange mannerisms once he had awoke was unsettling, but it seemed she was just worried about her wererat friends and if there would be any damage done to them at all.

Lillian took charge by cupping Harry’s face gently, not using any of her lycanthrope strength, allowing Harry room to pull away if he wanted to.
“Harry, is binding people all you can do?”
Lillian had to repeat the question twice and on the fourth repeat Harry cocked his head and some light of understanding lit up his green eyes.

He held up a palm and a soft ball of yellow light formed, illuminating everything. Jean-Claude had no doubts that if the room had been pitch black; the little orb would have lit up all except for the deepest corners of the room.
“I never used to like the dark when I was littler.” Harry told them. “This helped and it helped the other experiments too, some of them didn’t like the dark either.”
Lillian reached forward and touched the little ball; she yanked her hand away rather quickly, before pressing her fingers back to the little ball.
“Are you alright Lillian?” Claudia asked.
“It shocked me.” She said. “It felt like little currents of electricity flowing through my fingers and up my arm.”
“Should you be touching it?” Bobby Lee asked worriedly.
“It feels cool, it’s just light, not warmth.”
“We were never cold in our cages.” Harry said simply. “They used to turn the lights off so it was dark, but there were so many of us in the caging room that it was always warm.”
“Harry? What’s going on?”
Richard had arrived with his two enforcers and he was a bit panicked, a bit rushed, but he wasn’t outright shouting, perhaps due to Harry being in the room, so Jean-Claude counted that as a good thing.
“Richard!” Harry’s grin was beatific as he hopped to Richard and hugged him, sniffing and licking over his skin.
Richard picked him up without a second thought, sitting him on his hip like a toddler.
“I see he freed the wererats.” Richard nodded to them, looking relieved. “Rafael has been worried about you all.”
“He’s not a child Richard.” Anita cut in. “Put him down.”
“It’s a comfort thing.” Richard shot down.
“You don’t give comfort to any of the other werewolves by sitting them on your hip.”
“He’s happy Anita.”
“You’re going to ruin him. We’re trying to teach him independence and how to live outside of a cage, not baby him until he can’t do anything for himself.”
Richard snarled, but he took Harry off of his hip and instead held him down the length of his body, which was more awkward, but less toddlerish.
“There! I’ve held countless submissives like this over the years.” Richard snapped, reigning in his power and energy so it didn’t bite along Harry’s skin.
“Thank you, mon ami.” Jean-Claude said gratefully. “I only managed to get him to walk upright, it seems he would much prefer crawling and his way of walking is unlike anything I have ever seen before.”
“He needs to learn a lot.” Richard agreed sadly.
“I know which way is left and which way is right and I know how to open the round door handles.” Harry said proudly and it made Richard smile. “He helped me.” Harry pointed to Jean-Claude.
“I think we might actually be able to get him to a suitable social and independent standard, I won’t be able to leave him alone for any length of time because it just won’t feel right to abandon him right after we’ve helped him, but between all of us, I think he has a chance at a semi-normal life.” Richard said.
“It should be easy, you’re a teacher Richard.” Anita put in. “You know how to deal with kids.”
“He’s not really a kid though Anita, he’s almost an adult.”
“If it’s correct that he is actually seventeen.” Lillian put in. “Just because he believes he may be seventeen, doesn’t mean he is. It certainly means he’s older than we thought he was, but he could be anywhere from sixteen to twenty for all we know. Anita, have the police found any leads?”
“No, I passed on the name Harry James, but again, for all we know those are just two names he has heard and really liked so he adopted them as his own. The police are scanning for any links, but a lot of baby boys in the world are going to have the names Harry and James, they’re common names.”
“Have the police found any of them yet?” Richard asked desperately.
Anita shook her head. “They’re widening the search to include Texas, Colorado, South Dakota, Pennsylvania, North and South Carolina and Florida. If that fails it’ll have to be a full sweep of America.”
“Why didn’t they do that to begin with?”
“Do you know how long and how many people it has taken to search just the surrounding states? A full sweep of America can take days, even weeks and that’s only with a lot of people working long hours.”
“I think you should question him again.” Jamil said his dark eyes on Harry, who had been following the conversation, even if he hadn’t fully understood some things. “I think with a bit of coaxing and patience, he could have the answers. He’s not stupid, he knows things even if he doesn’t understand them, it’ll just take the right questions to extract it.”
“No! Don’t extract things from me! Please, I’ll be good.” Harry pleaded, his eyes filling up with tears. “I don’t want to be an autopsy!”
Richard held him and shushed him. “It’s alright Harry. No one is going to perform an autopsy on you.”
“It was a doctor word!” Harry insisted frantically. “He used a doctor word. They used to extract things from us all the time!”
“Jamil only meant to extract information from you Harry, not body parts.” Richard insisted, rubbing a firm hand over that tiny back.
“At least this proves one thing. I was right, he understands more than we realise. He was following the thread of the conversation.”
“You don’t think he was just reacting to the use of the word he had heard those people speak often?” Anita asked.
“No. He may not have understood the context in which I used the word, but he understood what the word meant and what it would mean for him and the other experiments when the doctors used it, that proves cognitive thought of a level higher than a child’s. I think he knows what we need to know, but he doesn’t realise we need it. There’s a barrier between us and the information because he doesn’t realise or understand what we want to know, or why we would want to know it.”
“So what do you suggest? Sitting down and grilling him for everything he knows?”
“Of course not, that would likely traumatise him even more, I suggest asking basic questions to find out who he is and where he’s missing from.”
“He’s already told us his name.”
“I’m not talking about his name, ask him where he grew up, if he remembers any street names, any building names, the names of the people around him before he was put into the cage and see what he knows.”
“I don’t think remembering street names would have mattered very much after everything he went through Jamil.”
“You’d be surprised at the random, irrelevant stuff kids can memorise.” Richard said in support of his Skoll.
“Okay fine, we can try it.” Anita relented.
“Not just yet though.” Lillian chastised them. “I want to hook him up to an IV first, check his vitals and see if he’s as well as can be expected.”
“When do you think is a good idea to start feeding him solid food?”
“Not for some months, it’ll be difficult to get him to put anything in his mouth, let alone get him to chew and swallow. I want him on IVs’ first just to get his health up, then we can think about putting him on a liquid diet, light soups and stews, nothing heavy or too rich or his body will outright reject it, then once he is more used to swallowing and having these objects in his mouth, then we can think about giving him semi-solids, soft things like mashed vegetables to get him used to the texture. If you give him a plate of food and a fork, he’ll likely panic and be very overwhelmed, even if he surprises us by not panicking and eating after he’s shown what to do his body is so unused to actual food, it’ll reject it, which will make Harry not want to try again. So it’s better to start off slowly and work up to giving him actual meals.”
Anita nodded her understanding and watched as Lillian went into the case she had beside her and took out another IV bag. Harry saw it and actually grinned as he held out his left forearm for her to insert the needle.
“I’ve got a higher dosage of vitamins and minerals in this bag; hopefully it will make him a bit healthier and hopefully it doesn’t include anything he’s allergic to or will have a reaction to, the last thing we need right now is an allergic reaction when he’s doing so well.”
“Is that likely?” Richard asked.
“All of the others had very strange reactions to seemingly normal objects. Soap, pure oxygen, Sevoflurane and Propofol, things you don’t usually expect people to be allergic or have severe reactions to. Those people have messed about with their bodies to the point where anything could cause a reaction, if that reaction is vicious or severe enough, then death is a likely outcome.”
Lillian watched Harry critically as the IV was set up and started flowing into his body. She checked his vitals often and checked how fast the bag was flowing into his body.
“He seems fine with it, which is great news, but I’ll watch him over the course of the day just to make sure he really is alright with it, he could have a delayed reaction.”
“Can we question him now?” Anita asked.
“Yes, I’m going to check to see if anything has happened to the rats he bound, then I’ll want to check on him, just keep yourselves calm, be patient, if he shows any discomfort at the question, don’t press him and if he shows fatigue or sleepiness, let him sleep. Do not raise your voices to him, do not stand over him, crowd him or otherwise intimidate him and he should be fine.”
They all nodded their understanding before they headed back to Jean-Claude’s living room to question him; Harry wriggled out of Richard’s hold and stood up front with Jean-Claude, putting into practice his left and right technique, which still made Jean-Claude feel a small amount of pride as he watched Harry perform simple navigation when given directions.

They made it back to the living room, where Jason and Stephen were talking softly. Harry went and sat between them on the settee. Asher was sat in an armchair watching over the two submissives and dealing with all of Jean-Claude’s incoming calls, until the Master could come back to deal with them himself. Once everyone was settled, the real questioning started.
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A/N: So Harry is screwed up in some ways, not so much in others and still has a hint of the temper we see in canon. Next chapter Harry reveals some seemingly useless information, but it actually helps Anita and the police track down the lovely Dursleys.
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