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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
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.

Chapter Four – Revelations.
Harry seemed to know something was going on and he didn’t appear to like it because he was displaying nervous tension and his back straightened into something more resembling a human than a crouched animal. His green eyes tracked them restlessly, his head flicking from one person to the next in rapid motion that was nothing a human would ever do. It was more bird like than anything else, which hammered home that just because Harry thought he was a hybrid of wolf, leopard, tiger and vampire, didn’t mean that the doctors hadn’t added in something extra that didn’t have an animal form but left behind noticeable traits.
“Harry, you know you said you remembered a time before you were in the cage?” Anita questioned, making sure her voice was low and that she gave good eye contact when Harry looked at her, making her mouth move to sound out every word so he understood as much as he could.
Harry nodded, his eyes staring at her mouth waiting for her to continue.
“Do you remember the names of the three people you lived with?”
“Uncle, Aunt, Dudley.” Harry replied.
They shared a look as Anita wrote down his answer to give to the police tomorrow.
“You didn’t live with your parents?” She questioned.
“They died, a car crash when I was a baby.”
Anita’s hand shook as she wrote down that answer, remembering her own Mother’s death from a car crash when she was seven. If only her Mother had worn her seatbelt, it seemed like Harry’s parents should have worn their seatbelts too, then maybe he wouldn’t have been in that factory, maybe he wouldn’t be here now.
“So you were sent to live with your Uncle and Aunt.”
“She was my Mum’s sister.” Harry nodded.
“Mum?” Was the word Richard picked up on and he gave her a significant look. “That’s not an American term.”
“Harry, do you know where you were born?”
Harry shook his head.
“Do you know where your family was born?”
Harry shook his head again. Anita sighed.
“Harry, do you remember the street you lived on?” Richard asked.
“Privet Drive.” Harry answered.
Anita jotted that down quickly.
“Do you remember what number the house had?” Richard asked.
Harry stared at Richard’s mouth. “I don’t understand.”
“Houses have numbers on them Harry, a number and the street name is called an address, can you remember what number the house you lived in had?”
Harry mumbled under his breath, his bottom lip pouted outwards as he thought and then he cocked his head to the side.
“Four?”
“You think the number of the house was four? That’s good Harry, well done.”
“Four Privet Drive, Dursley residence.” Harry repeated as if he had heard someone answer a phone with the same sentence.
Anita reminded herself that Harry was kept in a cupboard and could very well have been kept near a phone.

Harry mouthed something then and swayed his head back and forth like he was gently shaking information out of the corners of his brain.
“Vernon speaking.” He said, confirming that he had been kept close to a phone.
“You’re doing so well Harry, I’m so proud of you!” Richard enthused. “Did your Aunt and Uncle call you Harry? Is that how you remembered your name?”
Harry sucked his pouty lower lip into his mouth, his brows furrowing. He shook his head.
“So they didn’t call you Harry?” Richard’s face had fallen, likely at the realisation that Harry’s name may not have been Harry James after all. “What did they call you Harry?”
“Boy. Freak. Monster. Ungrateful brat. Filth. Abomination. Little stain. Cretin. Bastard...”
“Okay, okay. I…I get it.” Richard swallowed heavily.
“The lady next door called me Harry James. My sixth birthday, I didn’t know it was my birthday, she said Happy birthday Harry James, you’re six today, such a big boy. Petunia, you and Vernon must be so proud of him now. My Aunt just nodded and dragged me to the supermarket.”
“What day was that Harry?”
“Thursday.”
Richard couldn’t help smiling a bit at the answer. “Do you remember what Thursday it was?”
Harry looked hopelessly confused and it wasn’t any wonder, he hadn’t worded that sentence at all correctly and it could have meant anything to the young boy.
“I mean, do you remember what year it was? What the full date was?”
Harry cocked his head to his shoulder and moved his left hand to squeeze around his right in a nervous gesture.
“It’s alright if you don’t Harry.” Richard assured.
“July.”
“It was July?”
Harry nodded. “School was over for the summer, it had been for ages. I think it was almost August.”
“So the end of July. Any particular date that stuck in your mind Harry?”
“Nineteen eighty something.” Harry frowned again. “No, it’s gone again.”
“That’s alright, you’re doing so well.” Richard praised and smiled when Harry beamed at him.
“Do you remember where your house was located?” Anita asked.
“Privet Drive.” Harry answered, misunderstanding the question.
“Where was Privet Drive located Harry, do you know?”
“Little…little winnic?” Harry frowned as if he knew himself that the address wasn’t quite right. “I only saw it once on a letter when I was sent to get the mail.”
“Could you spell it?” Richard asked.
“W. H. I. N. Then a funny C with a line through it. I. N. Then another C with a line through it.”
“Could you draw the C with a line through it?” Anita asked.
Harry was handed the notebook with a clean page and the pen, but he looked so confused with what to do that Jason decided to help by taking Harry’s hand and lowering it to the paper.
“Just draw what you saw.” Jason encouraged.
Harry drew a rough, wobbly, very large capital G and Richard almost smacked himself for not realising what Harry was trying to say.
“That’s a G Harry. You lived in Little Whinging.”
“Surrey.” Harry nodded.
They shared startled looks.
“Surrey as in Surrey, England?” Richard questioned horrified.
Harry nodded again and Anita stood up, her cell already out to call Dolph. If none of the victims were from the United States, then they were looking in the wrong place, she shuddered at the thought of telling Dolph to cancel the all American search and pick up a worldwide search, it would take weeks, perhaps months to complete, time they didn’t have if these bastards were just going to move location and start again.
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Dolph hadn’t been happy at all. He had been frustrated and angry that she had let her monster buddies sit in on the questioning of the victim, but hadn’t called him in. She tried not to take it personally, she had tried to explain that Harry was potentially dangerous to humans, but he wasn’t listening to her, in the end she said her goodbyes and hung up, she called Special Agent Bradley Bradford just in case Dolph had missed the information she had given him in between his pissing contest, she was about to commit a faux pas, you never called in the feds when you were on a case with the police, they didn’t get along with one another because the feds always took the credit for solved crimes, not even a mention for the local police force that helped, but she wasn’t police, she was a federal marshal and she wanted this sorted out and soon, she didn’t care who got credit for it as long as this case was solved.
“Bradford.”
Anita would never get over how some police, even feds, answered their phones.
“Special Agent Bradford, this is Anita Blake.”
“Anita.” Bradley’s voice sounded a touch too happy to hear from her. “Please tell me you have something good, I’ve been on paperwork for the last three weeks.”
“I don’t know if you’ve heard, but a Lycanthrope factory was uncovered in Saint Louis about two weeks ago.”
“A what?”
“It’s basically a place where Lycanthropes are caged like animals and experimented on, usually until they can’t take any more and die.”
“That’s barbaric.”
“We have two hundred and thirty-one possible victims, one hundred and thirty-nine dead have been uncovered in the factory grounds so far, eighty-three are still unaccounted for, eight were initial survivors but died either on route to the hospital or shortly after, we have one remaining sole survivor, who is under my care thanks to a court order.”
“Has the surviving victim said anything?”
“That’s why I’m calling you, his name is Harry James, he thinks he’s seventeen, but we’re not sure since he looks about twelve, he’s been abused, experimented on, completely fucked up, but the real kicker is that he remembers a house in Surrey, England before he was given to the factory and caged. I told Dolph but he was more hung up on the fact that I hadn’t included him on the questioning. I want these people found Bradford and if the police are only searching America and these victims all came from outside of America, then we’re not going to get anywhere before these people start up a new factory.”
“Is that likely?”
“They lost all of their experiments, most of their documents and work books, we found cases and cases of Lycanthrope vaccines, it must have taken them years to set up and amass that much stuff, so I’m hoping they’ll have to set up shop over years once again, which gives us time to find them.”
“But you’ve thought of something else.” Bradley said quietly. “Or you wouldn’t be this frantic.”
Anita sighed. “We can’t trace the vaccines to any one person, we can’t find anyone to question over it, they were ordered straight from a warehouse to a hospital that doesn’t exist. That is being investigated, but the vaccines were actually shipped to a storage lock up, from there they disappear. If these people had masses of vaccines backed up in storage lock ups…”
“Then they don’t have to wait to build up their stock of vaccines again.”
“Exactly, the several storage lock ups used were all raided, they’re all empty Bradley, if there were any backed up vaccines in them, then they’ve been removed.”
“Well shit. What do they need these vaccines for anyway? I thought once you had one strain you couldn’t get any others, so why the vaccines?”
“We have found out that they weren’t kidnapping Lycanthropes to experiment on them…”
“But you said…”
“I know, listen, they were abducting humans and then injecting them with vaccines to turn them into Lycanthropes and then when they turned the next full moon they experimented on them. The survivor was abducted when he was eight Bradford, from Surrey, England, brought here, turned into a Lycanthrope, he’s messed up, if you saw him…fuck it’s bad, this can’t be allowed to happen again. ”
“I’ll be in Saint Louis tomorrow morning Anita, where do you want me to meet you?”
“I’ll come pick you up at the airport, let me know when your flight gets in, I’ll bring you to the victim so that you can see him for yourself, but I won’t allow you to take him from here Bradford.”
“Understood. Once I’ve seen him and what you have, I’ll call in my team and we can start searching for these people and hopefully find out who some of the victims were, have you found out anything about any of them?”
“No, nothing. It’s like none of them existed.”
“I’ll get to work on that, their files could be hidden or black listed. Thanks for this Anita, I’ve been going out of my mind with this paperwork and I know my team have too.”
“I’m glad this news could make someone happy.” She said as she disconnected the call. She sighed and headed back down the uneven stairs and into Jean-Claude’s living room.
“Are the police giving you trouble, ma petite?”
Anita snorted. “Dolph is, I called in the feds, they’ll be here tomorrow.”
“Was that a good idea?” Richard asked, indicating Harry, who was playing some sort of hand game with Stephen, though the smile that was on his face was worth it just to watch them.
“I’ve explained that he is under my care due to a court order and that I won’t let them take him away from me.”
“Will that stop them?”
“I won’t let them take him Richard.”
“Take me where?” Harry asked, his eyes narrowed and pinned on her, he had been listening, even though he had been playing a game with Stephen, he had taken in her words and understood them, sort of. Anita made a mental note to be very careful what she said around him, Jamil was right, he took in and understood more than they realised.
“You’re not going anywhere Harry.” Anita assured.
The left side of Harry’s bottom lip was sucked into his mouth, the weight of his gaze assessing her words, her honesty. Anita gave him all the eye contact he could want, showing him how brutally honest she was about this; Harry would not be leaving the protection of the Circus.

Harry nodded sharply and went back to playing what looked like a variant of pat-a-cake with Stephen.

Anita looked around her, at Richard, at Jean-Claude and Asher, she wished Micah and Nathaniel were here, but they were at home, perhaps waiting for her to come home too, she’d have to call them, she wasn’t coming home tonight, she would stay at the Circus.
“What’s wrong Harry?” Richard asked softly.
Anita shifted her gaze to the young boy once again and noticed that he was sitting bolt upright, his little teeth biting sharply into his plump lower lip, his hands twisting together.
“I need a catheter.” Harry said shyly.
It took a moment for Anita to realise what he really needed and she felt herself blush slightly before she fought it off. At least this answered the question of how the specimens’ urinated while stuck in cages all day, every day.
“Come with me, mon ange.” Asher stood fluidly and held a hand out to him. “I will teach you to go without need of a catheter.”
“He’s not going with you!” Richard hissed in anger.
Asher stiffened. “Just what do you think I am going to do to him Ulfric?” He said coldly. “My tastes do not run into children or the mentally abused.”
“Merci, mon chardonneret.” Jean-Claude tempered the growing storm, ushering Asher from the room and trying to calm Richard down at the same time.
Asher took Harry gently by the shoulder, gliding past an angry Richard and took Harry to relieve his bladder.
“How could you let him take Harry like that?!” Richard demanded of her.
Anita sighed. “Asher isn’t going to molest him Richard; we all want to help Harry have as normal a life as possible.”
“There’s nothing wrong with his motor skills or his hand-eye coordination.” Stephen put in softly. “He picked up the hand sequences I gave him quickly and he could perform them perfectly.”
“That’s what you were doing with him then.”
Stephen nodded. “I think he’s just been hurt a lot and too often, but he’ll be okay. He’ll be quirky and odd, but his brain works and he can learn really quickly. I like him a lot, he’s fun.”
“Are you saying I’m not fun?” Jason pouted.
“You are fun, but you’re more adult fun.” Stephen grinned. “Harry has a more childlike, innocent fun, like playing hand games.”
“I can play hand games if you want me too.” Jason replied breathily with an eyebrow wiggle.
Stephen laughed and shoved Jason’s shoulders. “That’s what I mean, you’re adult fun.”
Asher preceded Harry into the room some time later, Harry was grinning softly, the front of his pyjamas soaked, loping in that strange way that Jean-Claude had mentioned, it looked like his neck, back and knees had a permanent bend to them, like Harry couldn’t fully straighten his body and it was that that made his gait strange. Anita made a note to ask Lillian about it.
“How did he do?”
“He did well after the initial panic of what I asked him to do, he did not understand what he needed to do and did not understand why I wasn’t going to insert a catheter for him, but other than that and a mishap with the taps, he did fine. Though I do not think he could go to a bathroom alone for a long while, he panics.”
“I think we need to get you a new top Harry.” Richard said softly.
“I like this one fine.” Harry refuted, narrowing his eyes on Richard.
“It’s wet; don’t you want a nice dry top?”
“No.” Harry said simply, turning back to Stephen.
“None of the vics were clothed Richard.” Anita said quietly. “He’s been nude in that factory, he likes his clothes and he likes the modesty it gives him, he thinks you’re taking away all of that by taking his clothes.”
Richard made a sound like a strangled scream into his hands. He sat back up, scouring a hand through his hair harshly, breathing deeply and noisily.
“This is impossible.” He whispered harshly. “He can’t eat properly, he can’t hold a normal conversation, he can’t go to the bathroom on his own, we can’t even give him fresh clothing without a problem cropping up!”
“Stay calm.” Anita hissed back, keeping an eye on Harry, who was back to playing hand games with Stephen, now that she had had her attention drawn to it, she noticed that Harry really was quite good at it and picked up every sequence and combination Stephen gave him quickly.
“He needs time Richard.” Anita told the frustrated werewolf. “I believe fully that he’s trying his best, he was eight when he was put into that factory, eight Richard! Do you honestly think any eight year old could have survived that place for nine years and come out unchanged and undamaged? We need to help him, not get frustrated and angry at him because he can’t understand some of the things we say, because he can’t do what everyone else can, that’s not going to help him.”
“I know.” Richard said from behind his hands. “I know, but all I want to do is help him. He’s been hurt so badly that I just want to cuddle him, but even then you shout at me saying that it’ll damage his progress. I can’t stop myself from seeing him as a child Anita, I look at him and I see a child and it breaks my heart to see him like this.”
Anita couldn’t not go to him. She stood in front of him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing his head gently into her clothed stomach as she smoothed the hair at the back of his head whilst her other hand rubbed firmly on his back. She let him wrap those strong, muscled arms around her waist and hold on as he cried into her shirt. She hated Richard when he cried; it broke something within her and made her feel like crying too.
“Why are you crying?”
They both turned to look at the curious emerald green eyes of Harry James, who was sunk down on his knees until his bum was on the floor, both hands planted between his spaced legs, looking at them with his head cocked onto his shoulder.

Anita had never thought that anyone’s eyes would ever come close to Damian’s and she hated to be proven wrong in anything, but there was no denying that though Damian’s bright, grass-green eyes were lovely, Harry’s darker, brighter, emerald green eyes were just plain stunning. It made her wonder if they were his natural eye colour or if they were a result of an experiment, but she didn’t know if Harry even knew his colours, let alone if he had known what colour his eyes were before he was in that factory, had he ever seen a mirror before?
“Are you sad?” Harry elaborated as they remained silent. “I get sad sometimes too.”
Anita tried to stop the smile from breaking out, but it was a fight to win. Harry was just so childlike and innocent at times, then he revealed a horrific event in his past that stripped away all innocence and left a naked, bleeding wound behind in its wake that could not be covered by any amount of childish pretences.
“I’m alright Harry.” Richard said softly.
“If you want my shirt that much you can have it.” Harry insisted seriously.
“I just don’t want you getting sick.” Richard told the boy back as he rummaged around in the carrier bag he had brought with him for some clean, dry pyjamas.
He found one top that was very close to the shirt Harry was already wearing; he helped Harry take the sopping wet shirt off and dressed him in the new one.
“Like an exchange.” Harry murmured as he rubbed his hands over the new shirt.
“Yes, just like an exchange, your wet or dirty clothes for fresh, dry ones.” Richard encouraged.
“And that’s okay?”
“Yes Harry, it’s fine. Do you want to exchange your bottoms as well?”
Richard showed Harry the matching bottoms to the pyjama top he had on and Harry gave that innocent, slightly demented, grin as he shimmied out of his bottoms and with Richard’s help got the new ones on.
“Well he’s coming on in fits and bursts.”
Anita looked over to Lillian, who had been watching from the doorway.
“How are the wererats?” She asked.
“All of them are fine, a bit stiff, but no damage was done at all as far as I can tell. Now about Harry, has he displayed any adverse reactions to the IV bag?”
“None that I’ve seen Lillian.”
The wererat doctor nodded her head as she approached Harry and sat in front of him with a groan. Harry seemed very interested in the way she moved and the noise she made as she settled onto the floor in front of him.
“I’m too old for this.” She complained good naturedly.
“For what?” Harry asked curiously.
“For getting myself down this low.” Lillian told the confused boy.
“The other doctor could.” Harry told her.
Lillian shared a look with Anita, who subtly pulled out her notebook and pen once more.
“Was the other doctor young Harry?”
Harry frowned. “No.”
“Were any of the doctors young?”
Harry’s brow furrowed. “Babies can’t be doctors can they?”
“Not that young Harry, perhaps I didn’t make much sense to you. Were any of the doctors your age?”
Harry shook his head.
“Were they about Richard’s age?”
Harry looked to Richard consideringly, his head, of course, cocked onto his shoulder in a move that Anita was beginning to associate purely with Harry.
“Maybe.”
“Were any of them my age?” Lillian asked.
“Two.” Harry answered.
“Two of them were my age?” Lillian asked for confirmation.
“Two or three.” Harry amended. “One was forty I think, she liked giving me sweet stuff on a spoon if I was good.”
“Were there any other female doctors?” Anita asked.
“Yes, she was nasty and horrible and liked hurting me.”
“So three of them were men Harry?”
Harry just blinked at her.
“There were just five doctors weren’t there?” Richard asked almost desperately.
Harry shook his head. “There were five big doctors, but they had lots of little doctors they called underlings and there were trainees too.”
“Jesus, this is worse than we thought.” Anita sighed, rubbing her head where an ache was forming. “I can’t wait for the feds to come tomorrow.”
“What sweet stuff were you given Harry, do you know?” Lillian asked softly.
“It was a yellowish stuff. It tasted sweet and nice. I like sweet stuff.” Harry smiled.
“Does this mean he’s been fed by mouth as well as intravenously?” Richard questioned.
“I think what Harry is saying was that he was given a rare treat orally if he behaved for a particular doctor.”
Harry nodded. “She was a nice doctor, though not if I talked. She liked me to mew at her instead.”
Anita had no idea what she would have said to that as at that moment the door to Jean-Claude’s living room opened and Micah and Nathanial walked in; smiling at her when they saw her and it stopped her breath.

Harry made a small noise and shuffled himself until he was pressed against Richard’s thick thighs, burying his head in Richard’s jean clad lap.
“We didn’t mean to distress him.” Micah told her softly as he bent to kiss her.
“He has to get used to it.” Anita replied. “The feds are popping by tomorrow morning for a chat.”
“Have you found anything else out?” Nathaniel asked as he gave her a kiss and went to sit between Jason and Stephen.
“A bit, he’s been very helpful tonight, haven’t you Harry?”
Harry bit his lip, looked to Richard and only then nodded as Richard smiled at him encouragingly.
“Did you find out where he’s from?” Micah asked gently.
“Oh yes, he’s from Surrey, in England.”
Micah’s yellow-green eyes widened in shock and he darted a look to Harry before coming back to her.
“That far?” He asked. “The police have been searching in the wrong place.”
Anita nodded. “If all of the vics came from outside of America then they’ve been looking in the wrong place, I told Dolph but he didn’t seem to be listening past the fact that I questioned the vic with my ‘monster buddies’ rather than him, so I called some friends in the FBI instead, I want this sorted out and those people behind bars.”
“I don’t want to go back behind bars!” Harry told her panicked.
“No, not you Harry, you’re not going behind bars, the people who did this to you are going behind bars.” Anita explained, hoping Harry understood her and didn’t panic as badly as he did when he had first woken up.
Harry frowned at her suspiciously, measuring her words and her honesty critically.
“Will you experiment on them?” Harry asked her mildly.
“No Harry, they’ll be in prison, they don’t experiment on people in prison.”
Harry nodded. “That’s good. Even if they did hurt me and other people, no one deserves to be hurt like that. It’s wrong.”
Anita didn’t know why that made a feeling of hope and relief blossom within her but it did. Knowing that Harry knew hurting others was wrong eased her slightly and relaxed something tight within her gut.
“Yes it is wrong Harry, what they did was wrong, but doing the same back to them would be just as wrong.” Lillian encouraged kindly.
Harry smiled at her and nodded.
“Well he knows right from wrong.” Richard said happily.
“I do not think that one insight on right and wrong is a true measure of if he truly knows what is right and what is wrong, mon ami.” Jean-Claude said carefully.
Richard scowled at the vampire.
“Regretfully Jean-Claude is right.” Anita sighed. “No matter how much I want him to understand right from wrong, knowing that hurting others is wrong doesn’t mean he actually grasps that fact.”
Richard sighed and pulled Harry from the floor and sat him on his lap, Anita bit her tongue, he had done this before with both Stephen and Jason on occasion. He sat Harry sideways on his lap, one strong arm wrapped around Harry’s waist, his other resting on the curve of spine that was visible, not only through Harry’s skin, but through the pyjama top too, as the strange boy kicked his legs and laughed in joy as he watched his legs swing back and forth.

Richard shook his head sadly at the act and Anita felt helpless, she was at a loss as to what to do with Harry, she could only hope that Special Agent Bradley Bradford had better luck with Harry tomorrow, the thought of this happening again to anyone made her feel utterly sick.
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A/N: Another chapter done! The next one is coming on nicely and I expect it to be up soon, this little fic has so much support though some readers have expressed their want for it to be uploaded to Fanfiction for the update email, I don't think this will be possible as I'm already on the shit list of the moderators and they uphold the 'no Anita Blake fics on the website' rule, which means it'll just be taken down if it's found and I've already had a warning, so I'll not risk it, if you want to know when updates are coming, join me on Facebook under the name StarLight Mass, I always keep readers updated on not only when I'm posting a new chapter in advance, but on how I'm doing with each chapter as well.
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