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By : Notsalony
Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter
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"A pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter." Jean-Claude said calmly as he stood in front of Harry, his hand outstretched.
"Just Harry sir." Harry shook his hand. "I... just Harry please." He looked down.
"As you wish Harry." Jean-Claude motioned him to sit as he sat next to Asher.
'Ma petite, I need to speak to you.' Jean-Claude sent to Anita.
'What's up?'
'Something most unforeseen has occurred. Have you met the young man who you and mon lupe brought to the Circus?'
'Yeah, Harry. Quiet kid. What about him?' Her mental voice supplying an unasked question of danger.
'He is not what he appears to be. Beyond being gifted with magics I'm sure... he is a child of at least a few Dhampir.' Jean-Claude sighed mentally.
'Okay so his parents were coffin bait. So?' Anita asked impatiently.
'DO NOT INSULT OUR CHILDREN!' Jean-Claude's voice nearly dropped Anita to her knees.
'Okay, I'm missing something here.' She winced.
'You just insulted my great great great grandson. Not to mention my son.' Jean-Claude's voice was full to the brim with a multitude of emotions as he sat there making small talk with Harry, Nathaniel and Asher.
'you're what'
'As the results of things that Bella had me do in payment for Asher's life... I sired a Dhampir with an English woman. I was told the child was still born. But being near this child now... I know I was lied to. Anita... this child is of my blood. My flesh and blood.' His voice filled with awe and wonder.
'Does he know that?' She was calculating the chances of this being a trap.
'Non, he knows not of his father's blood. But what might be a shock to you and your servant is of his mother's blood.' Jean-Claude paused.
'What's this got to do with Damian?'
'Ma petite.... his mother was Damian's kin.'
'That's... not... possible....' Anita broke connect with Jean-Claude after learning of Harry's mother's name. 'Damian?'
'My mistress needs me already?' Damian yawned, his mind showing he was fresh from the shower in his basement apartment at her home.
'This is going to sound stupid but did you ever sleep with a woman of the last name Evans?' Anita asked bluntly and took in Damian's shocked face.
'Only Mary and that was long ago. Back when I was still bound to my old mistress... in her tower of stone and pain.' Damian's face went blank. 'why?'
'Jean-Claude has a Harry Potter auditioning to be a stripper at Guilty Pleasures. His father was Jean-Claude's Great Great Grandson. Harry's mother how ever... was some relation to you. From what Harry's told Jean-Claude the description matches a female you... how far down the line would...'
'Marry was only long enough ago to make me the child's maternal grandfather.' Damian cut in. 'I did not know Mary conceived from out time together...' Damian sat down hard on his bed.
'I'm sorry.' Anita mentally hugged Damian and told him to meet her at the Circus where they'd talk to Jean-Claude and he could meet the boy who was his grandson. 'Jean-Claude.' Anita turned her mind to her other vampire lover and filled him in on the conversation with Damian and that they were on their way to meet the child. Jean-Claude mentally nodded and turned back to the conversation at hand.
"I know all these questions about your parents may sound strange... but I am long lived. And I knew the Potters many generations ago. Just as a dear friend of mine knew the Evans." Jean-Claude gave a soft smile.
"Oh." Harry nodded. "Well I don't know much about mom's side of the family. Just my aunt and her family, and a bit about my grandparents." Harry nodded to himself. "Dad's family I have a family tree chart." He blushed.
"What is wrong mon ami?"
"I was going to say I have it back home. But... I'm kind of homeless right now." He looked down. "I felt... drawn here... no clue why. But once I got here I kind of realized I'd need a job. And well.. I don't know why but I was really interested in stripping at your club." Harry blushed.
"You have no home?" Jean-Claude couldn't believe his ears.
"My mother's sister... my aunt... she... they kicked me out." Harry looked down.
"What for?" Jean-Claude pried.
"i'm a freak." Harry said defeatedly. "they only had to keep me till i turned 17, and I spent that year on the run, and then last year I was in school. And now I'm out and no place to call my own." Harry bit his lip, filling Jean-Claude's mind about Amelia and how she used to do that when she was embarrassed.
"Well, we do want our dancers well rested for their shifts. So, we'll find housing for you. If you like you can stay in the housing under the circus, or we can find you an apartment above ground." Jean-Claude blinked away the urge to cry.
"Thank you." Harry looked into Jean-Claude's eyes, feeling some connection he couldn't quite put words to yet.
"The pleasure is mine." Jean-Claude smiled. "Now... there are maters we must discuss about your parentage... that may effect your wish to work for me." Jean-Claude stippled his fingers. "If, after we talk... you still want the job it's yours." He eyed Harry.
"What's... what's wrong?" Harry bit his lip.
"Your great great grandfather... his name was Benjamin Potter, correct?" Jean-Claude sat close lipped.
"Yeah." Harry frowned.
"Benjamin Potter... was my son." Jean-Claude licked his lips. "I was... sent to bring Amelia and Maxwell Potter's money to my mistress' needs. And the lengthy seduction beget Amelia's pregnancy." Jean-Claude looked down. "She told me later that Benjamin had died at birth." Jean-Claude looked on the verge of tears again when Asher held him close.
"But... that'd make you..." Harry frowned. "That'd make you my great great great grandfather...."
"Yes." Jean-Claude nodded.
"so I have a vampire ancestor... okay..." Harry's mind was shutting down as he sat there. "I... I don't know what to do about that..." He looked confused.
"We have a tradition with in the vampire world." Jean-Claude cleared his throat. "Our human children are looked after. They're precious to us. Their offspring likewise so. I would have supported Benjamin and his children and so on." Jean-Claude looked at Harry. "As such, you are my responsibility. But that doesn't lay on my shoulder's alone."
"No it does not." Damian walked through the curtains, his blood red hair shining as he walked, and his emerald eyes fixating on Harry's. "Your mother's mother... Mary Evans, correct?" Damian was a tad on the blunt side, emotions warring inside him against his perpetual calm.
"Yeah..." Harry frowned. "You... you look so much like my mum..." Harry's frown vanished as his mouth fell open. "No. No way... I... He..." He finally stopped talking and just sat there staring at Damian.
"Damian comes to us from the Northern lands... some time ago.. he... met a young woman and apparently your mother was the result of their coupling." Jean-Claude cleared his throat.
"I did not know of your mother." Damian's voice filled with his inner pain.
"Lily." Harry said between gasps. "Lily was her name."
"Lily." The loving sound of it on Damian's lips let Harry know that they were right. Damian was Lily's father in some way. Harry's mind struggled hard not to have a picture of that possible connection.
"I know this is a lot to take in." Jean-Claude licked his lips. "But this means you do not have to work at Guilty Pleasures if you do not... " But Harry cut him off.
"I... I want to work there." Harry bit his lip and looked down. "may i have a job?" His voice showing his fear that they wouldn't let him work there now that he was family.
"I see no reason for you not to have the job you wish." Jean-Claude shot a questioning look at Damian.
"You are strong of spirit and convictions." Damian said as he put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "And if this is the job you want then I see no reason you shouldn't have it." He nodded his consent. "But I would ask that Jean-Claude and I not... witness your performance..." Damian blushed.
"are you ashamed of me?" Harry looked down, he was used to family being ashamed of him. No one really wanted him after all.
"No." Damian said calmly. "I only figured it would embarrass you to perform in front of family."
"Oh." Harry looked up. "I don't mind." He thought about it for a second. "You might know what I'm doing wrong and be able to help me." Harry licked his lips.
"Then let us get this audition on the way." Jean-Claude smiled as he stood. "Would you prefer music?"
"Oh, I can handle it." He pulled a stick out of his sock and stood up. "You guys sit down okay?" Damian and Jean-Claude sat between Nathaniel and Asher. Turning his back to the group Harry cast a spell to produce a dance beat from the very air around him. He began to sway with the music. Still dressed in his hoody and his baggy jeans he began to move to the music. He danced himself around and made eye contact with the three vampires and the wereleopard before he danced back around and gracefully shrugged out of his hoody revealing the long oversized t-shirt he was wearing under it. He turned and gave them a sexy smile as he toyed with the hem of his shirt.
Slowly the shirt edged up enough to show his abs and his treasure trail. Toying with it till in one swift movement he brought it over his head and revealed a series of well-developed muscles. Harry always marveled at how running for his life and fighting for that whole year had helped hone his body to what it was now. He laid his shirt down and started to undulate his body as began swaying his hips. It looked like a belly-dance pose but, having never taken belly-dancing lessons, Harry was left with a very forced move to lower the jeans. It was rough and he knew it, but that one movement down and his jeans were slowly lowered down his body in a slow dancing sway as he stepped out of them and kicked them behind the chair. Left his now his socks and his boxers Harry began to sway again.
He wasn't sure how far he was expected to take it. But picking up his wand he decided he'd do something special. He licked his lips and turned back around and flashed a sexy smile.
"That's my dancing... needs a lot of work I know." Harry grinned. "But here's a bit of my magic." Harry waved his wand over his head while he danced, and a mist started to move around him. He danced into the light fog and it moved around him like a fine cape rather then mist in the air. He danced behind it and before anyone could stop him, he'd worked himself out of the boxers, transfiguring them into tear way shorts before anyone noticed. Leaving him naked in front of the crowd but moving so that the fog kept him hidden, hints and teases but not leaving him exposed. Harry kept on dancing as he used his magic to manipulate the fog, spreading it out so he seemed to vanish for a moment, till he was suddenly on Nathaniel's lap.
Nathaniel gave a yelp of surprise as Harry leaned in and kissed him before pulling back and giving him a very thorough lap dance. The mist working like a strange living fabric to cover Harry even though Nathaniel could feel the hard fleshy prong against him. Harry leaned in and kissed him again before moving off. He vanished into the mist again and this time ended up on Asher's lap, grinding his bare rear against the vampire's very aroused crotch. He ground and gyrated himself into Asher till he turned and gave a soul burning kiss to Asher, his hand raking through Asher's golden locks and stroking the ruined side of his face. Asher tensed but when Harry didn't react badly, only depended the kiss and licked along Asher's ruined cheek he relaxed and enjoyed the attention before Harry pulled back and vanished in the mist. Harry went to Jean-Claude next.
Moving against the vampire who was so much his ancestry, Harry nuzzled him but didn't kiss him on the lips like he had the other two. He looked his emerald eyes into Jean-Claude's sapphire eyes and none of his vampire powers seemed to be able to come out to play. Leaning in and giving a seductive pout Harry planted a chaste kiss on Jean-Claude's forehead before pulling his nude body into the mist and ending up on Damian's lap. Now Harry could tell by the instant reaction that Damian didn't like men like the others did. He kept the lap dance to a minimum and ended with a loose nuzzle to the neck with little contact. He pulled back into the mist and ended up sitting in a chair across from them, his hoody transfigured into a large terry cloth robe, when the mist cleared.
"How was that?" Harry grinned.
"Fucking hot?" Anita replied from where she was standing open mouthed.
***
"A demon Sammy." Dean started going through the weapons.
"Yeah." Sam was making up a kit.
"A fucking demon in a werewolf." Dean's eyes went wide. "Damn it. How do we explain that the guy the demon jacked might be innocent here?"
"Well... that depends on when the demon caught up with him." Sam pulled out their map of where they'd followed him. "We'd have to call in Bobby... but I'm pretty sure we didn't detect omens till that place in Pittsburgh."
"But that would mean... the first 20 murders were totally this guy." Dean frowned.
"And the demon's in a murder's body. Maybe it needed someone open to violence." Sam shrugged. "All I know is now it knows that we're working with Anita. We're going to need to put demon traps up for her." He sighed.
"Yeah." Dean frowned again. "That kid."
"Harry something?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. He was looking at us funny. And they said he was magical." Dean looked at Sammy.
"Hey not every witch is a demon in the making." Sam reminded him.
"Yeah I know.. inborn power and all. The tests proved some just come by it naturally." Dean held up his hands. "But that kid looked like he knew us. I'm saying he's maybe a demon. Best way to find out is a demon trap and holy water." Dean nodded to himself.
"You know they're not going to like us doing that to the new dancer." Sam warned.
"Well tough shit. We have a demon who's big bad enough to get into a werewolf and hold him. And teleport away when he's CAUGHT by a cross that's that powerful." Dean shook his head. "Damn that was the most power I've ever seen in anything."
"Yeah. That was totally beyond anything I'd ever seen." Sam looked down. "Short of Cas." Sam licked his lips.
"Hey, our angel buddy is currently running the angels. So we can't go running to him for help.... not this time." Dean looked down.
"Listen... Dean.... I..." Sam bit his lip.
"I know, I miss him too." Dean looked away.
"That's not what I was going to say." Sam sighed. "Listen, I know you... I know you had an attachment to him." He looked away.
"Oh we are SO not talking about this right now." Dean got up and stormed out of their hotel room.
"Fine." Sam sighed defeatedly. He knew Dean had feelings for Cas and that Cas had feelings for Dean. But he wasn't talking about them because Cas had to go run heaven while God was off somewhere. And that left Dean kind of bitchy about a lot of things. Sam just hoped that this demon didn't bring up painful thoughts for Dean. Picking up his kit he headed out the door after his brother.
***
"You fixed it." The black mist of a demon cheered as he slipped back into his werewolf skin. Taking over the murderous werewolf, Kevin, as if he was a suit he was slipping into. He pulled the long black hair back into ponytail and looked over at the blonde who was licking the blood off his hand.
"He screams loud." He laughed.
"It's almost time." Kevin's body stretched.
"Yeah. The ritual is almost complete. All we need is one last victim." He sucked the blood off of his fingers. "Then we will have the power gathered to give the boss a body that will hold his radiant essence." He craned his neck.
"I think I know where I can find the next lamb for the slaughter." Kevin's body chuckled as he slid into the darkness and vanished.
"Good brother. Good." He turned to look at the dark behind him. "Are we pleasing Dagon." The demon possessed man bowed his head.
"Yes." The darkness seemed to have fangs. "Denied form for so long... and so close..." Dagon smiled in the darkness. "I was once the first angel who was a lycan as well." He snarled. "I will have a lycan body befitting me again." He growled.
"Yes Dagon." The demon bowed. "What is your will master?"
"Keep the demon hunters and the necromancer occupied. Do what you can to keep them away from your brother. If they stop him then all is lost unless you can find a sacrifice for the ritual."
"Understood my lord." He bowed and then vanished as well from the darkness.
***
"That was amazing." Nathaniel grinned as he walked with Harry into the underground kitchen they'd built for all the people who were living in or staying at the Circus.
"Thanks." Harry blushed.
"Hey you were good. Accept it." Nathaniel started making a plate for Harry. "Now we just need to think up a stage name for you." He walked over and handed the plate of food to Harry before going back to the fridge for a drink for Harry.
"I was thinking about James Evans?" Harry smiled as he nibbled on his sandwich.
"That's actually really good." Nathaniel smiled. "I go by Brandon." He smiled again. "And you met Jason. He goes by Ripley when he's on stage."
"Ripley?" Harry frowned.
"You know... Sigourney Weaver's character in the Aliens series." Nathaniel turned and looked at Harry.
"Nope." Harry shrugged.
"Didn't watch many videos where you grew up?" Nathaniel raised an eyebrow.
"Well they might have." Harry blushed. "I just wasn't allowed." He looked down.
"Why not?" Nathaniel felt drawn to pick at this.
"My family didn't like me." Harry said quickly. "My parents died when I was young..." He licked his lips. "And I was raised by my aunt's family... they didn't like me because I was magical... so they decided that everything was a luxury... and I couldn't have it." Harry look had become fixed on a point on the floor.
"Oh fuck." Nathaniel was around the counter and holding Harry before Harry had a chance to think about what was going on. "I'm sorry." Nathaniel soothed Harry as he held him. Nathaniel's lycan body heat near feverish heat to Harry's colder body. He pulled Nathaniel to him and cuddled in his stronger arms. Eventually Harry calmed down enough to look into Nathaniel's lilac eyes.
"thanks..."
"not a problem..." Their lips so close as they spoke. Emerald eyes loosing focus as they looked into lilac pools and they lost each other in those gazes. Neither was sure who started the kiss but was very sure that the kiss was a very deep connection. They continued to paw at each other as they made out till someone cleared their voice.
"I'd say get a room, but since I'm the one with your room key, I think that'd be a little out of line." Jason stood there smiling as he held out Harry's keys. "Your room isn't far from here. I can take you or Nathaniel can." He gave a wolfish grin.
"I... can you show us where it is?" Harry blushed but held onto Nathaniel. "I don't want to be rude and push you away yet." He said to Jason. "But.. uh... I think Nathaniel and I need some alone time to talk." Harry blushed again.
"Right. Talk." Jason snorted. "Okay, follow me... and try to keep an eye on the halls instead of each other. That way you can tell which room is yours." Jason walked out with the pair following him as he led the way. Once he dropped them off he said his good byes and left them to it.
"You okay?" Harry asked before Nathaniel could.
"Yeah,... you?" Nathaniel bit his lip.
"You're the first boy I've ever kissed." Harry stroked his lips while he thought about it. "It was good." He smiled. "Better then good." He grinned as he went to Nathaniel and cuddled. "I'm happy." He smiled and closed his eyes before opening them and stepping back.
"What?"
"I.... is this okay with you?" Harry blushed, willing himself not to stammer.
"Yeah." Nathaniel blinked. "You act as if it I didn't want it you'd just... live with that?" He stood there staring disbelievingly at Harry.
"if you didn't want me like that i'd just live with it." Harry said in a low voice. "i'm used to people not wanting me....." Harry's voice trailed off.
"I want you." Nathaniel went to Harry and pulled him close. "I want you." He replied and nuzzled the smaller boy. Smiling he leaned down and kissed Harry again. The pair of them locked by the lips as Nathaniel moved them to the bed. Laying Harry down, Nathaniel began savagely kissing his wanton mouth while his hands roamed across Harry's clothed body. A midst the kiss Harry stiffened and blushed as he moaned, Nathaniel's nose flared as he smelled the pungent scent of Harry's orgasm while he was still clothed.
"i'm sorry" Harry muttered.
"Nothing wrong... just means you last longer in round too." Nathaniel grinned wickedly.
"R-round t-two?" Harry panted.
"Most definitely!" Nathaniel grinned, pulling Harry's shirt up so he could suckle on a hard nub of a nipple.
***
"You did what?" Anita sat at the underground kitchen's counter with her cup of coffee in her hand.
"i'm sorry." Nathaniel licked his lips and looked down. "I know I should have asked..." He whimpered.
"How far?" Anita tried to control her possessive needs.
"Well making out got him off the first time... And I used my mouth on him the second time.... and the third he was just touching me...." Nathaniel blushed.
"You have feelings for him don't you." Anita sighed.
"yeah." Nathaniel went over and hugged her. "is it okay?" He looked down.
"Yes." She smiled warmly and felt the connection between them flare. "I give you what ever permission you need to date Harry." She sounded more convincing then she felt.
"Thanks... I mean... I love you. And I love Micah... and Micah's gotten better at letting me go down on him. But he won't go down on me or even do me by hand." Nathaniel sighed. "And I have needs... Asher's okay with some of it... but he can only do so much for what I want."
"And Harry gives you what you need?"
"He's meeting needs I didn't know I had." Nathaniel blushed.
"Hum." Anita picked up her coffee and sipped it.
"I think I'm his first." Nathaniel said after a long while.
"Oh?" Anita blinked at that.
"He just... he feels like I got his virginity last night...." Nathaniel toed the ground.
"Be careful." Was Anita's warning.
***
"Let me test my understanding." Jean-Claude looked between the Winchesters. "You wish to put magic in my clubs and businesses to capture a demon?"
"We're relatively sure that it won't effect you or the other vampires." Sam tried to assure him.
"Hell I can be completely sure." Dean grinned. "Vampires are undead, they ain't demons, no mater what the church says."
"I thank you for that." Jean-Claude did a small bow.
"No thanks needed, it's the truth. They can call you lot a horde of demons all they like. I've seen the real thing. Trust me pal, you ain't that scary."
"Interesting to know." Jean-Claude smiled. "I believe I will consent."
"We'll start with Guilty Pleasures then." Sam read off the list. "It's the closest after the Circus."
"Good, good." Jean-Claude nodded.
***
"uh... what are you doing?" Harry nodded to the half constructed devil's trap in the entrance of Guilty Pleasures.
"Just building up some defenses." Sam smiled.
"Uh, can I get by before you're done?" Harry hedged.
"Now why would you want to be a bad boy and get in before we're done putting up the protection?" Dean eyed Harry.
"Just want to get out of your way so I can practice... I'm going on tonight." Harry licked his lips.
"You wait right there." Dean's tone warned Harry not to move. The brothers worked quickly and finished the seal. Dean narrowed his eyes at Harry. "Now you can cross it." Harry shrugged and started across it. Dean watched him closely.
"What's wrong?" Harry stopped in the middle.
"You can't do it can you." Dean sneered. "You can't walk across the lines. I knew it. I knew you were a demon." Dean grinned. "Sammy get the Colt. We got one more dead demon on our hands here."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Harry walked out of the circle and poked a finger at Dean's chest as the Marshal stood their in shock. "I'm a stripper and I'm a wizard. I am NOT a demon and I'll thank you to not threaten me." Harry's eyes flashed with a passion he'd not had since before the war's end. "I have spent my life looking after myself and I know damn well how to take down people threatening my life. You need the gun to kill me. I need two words. Think about that." Harry shoved past him and walked into the main area.
"I'm sorry about my brother." Sam came up to Harry after a while.
"It's okay. He reminds me of my friend Ron... all action and not so hot on the planning." Harry gave a small smile as he pushed his shaggy raven black hair out of his eyes. "I'm used to it." He went back to unpacking his bag.
"So... you're really going to take your cloths off for money?" Sam sat down, his face showing he couldn't fathom doing that.
"Yeah. Why?" Harry asked over his shoulder.
"It's just... how do you go from what I saw in there with my brother to being a stripper?" Sam tried to laugh it off.
"A series of bad choices, and a life time of being treated like a freak." Harry said coldly. "My parents died when I was barely a year old. By the guy who gave me this." He pointed to the scar on his forehead. "Though it killed him to give that to me. Then he came back from the dead 11 years later and spent the better part of the last six years trying to off me. I decided I needed a change." He shrugged. "And this place just called out to me."
"Maybe you were supposed to come here." Sam smiled.
"Never believed in fate. And if she does exist she's a cruel bitch." Harry said harshly.
"Sorry." Sam backed off. "Didn't mean..."
"I know." Harry sighed. "I'm just... over compensating." He looked away.
"What for?"
"You're hot and if I was single I'd... well I'd flirt back and then blush and run away." Harry sighed. "But I'm kind of ... involved." He finally opted for a less complicated word. Harry and Nathaniel had talked and he knew he'd have to share Nathaniel with no less then three to four other people. But they'd never talked about Nathaniel sharing Harry.
"I... you think I'm hot?" Sam blushed.
"Yeah. Well. Life's like that. I find two hot guys and till he gets here for work I won't know if I'm supposed to flirt back with you or be frustrated at myself for feeling these urges towards you." Harry tried for a cold detached voice.
"Urges?" Sam grinned.
"Go away." Harry swished his wand and Sam was pushed back a few paces. "I need to practice and you need to back off for a bit." Harry blushed as he hurried to try on his costume.
"Sure...." Sam walked away.
"Smooth." Dean chuckled.
"Fuck you." Sam said with out any conviction. "Hey... what do you say to him being with us on the next hunt... I mean... he's magical... maybe he can make the demon hold still?"
tbc
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Agents	By : Notsalony Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter Views: 5351 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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