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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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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.
Chapter Five – Outlook Perspective
Harry peered around the corner consideringly. He withdrew his head quickly, before he peered around it again. No one was down the corridor. Harry decided that it was safe to head down the corridor and shuffled around the corner and into the corridor, inching his way down towards the end.

He peeked around the corner furthest away from him, before doing the same to the corner closest to him, again there was no one down them, this place was deserted and quiet, still, unlike the factory he had come from, which had always been busy and noisy during the day time, was he still in the factory? Were all the people just in the caging room so he couldn’t find them?

Harry slipped around another corner and carefully made his way to the end, he peered back over his shoulder to see if he was being followed, he wasn’t. Peeking around both corners, Harry decided to go right this time, instead of left. He came to large double doors and frowned. He had never seen two doors together like that, did they lead the same way, or were there different ways behind each one?

Harry slowly peeled one door open, like the vampire had shown him and saw a room filled with wooden boxes, he opened the other door and saw the same, he slipped into the room and curiously touched the wooden box closest to him, then made a fist and knocked on it. It was smooth and cold, it was on a stand and he couldn’t reach the lid. He looked around to see if there was something to stand on; he wanted to know what was inside the wooden boxes. There wasn’t anything to stand on in this room, he toyed with going back out of the room to find something, but he didn’t know if he would find this room again, or anything to stand on, he tried stretching to reach the lid of the box, but the tips of his fingers could only just feel the lid of the box, even when he was on the very tips of his toes.

A yowling in the back of his head had him collapsing to the floor and writhing as his body convulsed, trying to change into a shape to protect him, he knew why when the lid of a box further away opened and a large, thick set man sat up, he looked at him and jumped right out of the box and came to him, Harry tried to scramble away, but the animal that wanted to come out wouldn’t let him.

The man cradled him as another box opened and another man came and touched him. They looked the same, but they had different coloured hair, one blonde, one brunet.
“This is the boy that came from the factory.” The blonde said.
“What is he doing in the coffin room on his own?” The other said.
“He was knocking on Damian’s coffin; I assume he was trying to get into it.”
“Let’s just get him back to Jean-Claude.”
Harry was scooped up, but he didn’t want to go back to that one room. He hated that one room, it was the only room he had really seen since he had been here, it reminded him of the factory and only ever being in the caging room unless he was taken for an experiment.
“No!” He wailed.
“It’s alright little one, I’m sure everyone is missing you.”
Harry was carried back and he heard the noises of surprise. They hadn’t known he was gone.
“Where was he?” The voice he recognised as Anita’s asked.
“In the coffin room, trying to open Damian’s coffin.”
Harry who was calm now, though his wolf was just inside the barrier of his skin, was deposited onto the settee with the blonde vampire, Asher.
“Why did you sneak off Harry?” Anita asked.
“I don’t like being in just one room.” Harry said shyly after staring at the woman’s mouth, he was getting better at knowing what they wanted from him. “I was only ever kept in the caging room and taken to other rooms for experiments, I don’t like it.”
“You go into your bedroom every night don’t you?” Anita asked curiously.
“Never for very long.” Harry said as he stared hard at her mouth, letting Anita know he had had trouble with something in that last sentence. “I was taken out of the caging room for a short while when they were experimenting on me too.”
“If I may, I could show him the Circus above.” Asher stated.
“What’s a Circus?” Harry asked.
“Go and show him, mon Chardonneret.” Jean-Claude said softly. “Keep a close eye on him; we do not want him getting lost.”
Asher held onto Harry as they went up the stairs, Harry could hardly manoeuvre himself enough to walk properly, let alone up such high and uneven stairs, though bless him he tried.

Harry was breathing hard when they reached the storage room at the top of the stairs and held his arms up like a child wishing to be picked up. Asher indulged the boy, even though he knew he shouldn’t, the stairs seemed to have taken a lot out of the recovering boy, even though he could run very fast and for a long time on flat surfaces, it seemed he didn’t deal well with inclines. Asher made a mental note to tell the information to Jean-Claude and Anita when they got back.

Asher sat Harry on his hip, Harry wrapped arms around his neck and legs around his waist and Asher flinched, there was no way that the boy couldn’t feel the scar tissue on his face, his fingers were resting on his cheek, right on the hideous scarring.

Harry however made no mention of it as he was carried out into the main part of the Circus, where excited humans were milling about.

Harry made a small noise of fright and hunched down, looking very small and vulnerable in his arms, more like the twelve year old his body belied he was.
“It is alright, mon ange.” Asher said soothingly. “They are here for the shows, some of which we are going to see.”
“I get to see shows?!” Harry asked, excitement peeking through above his fear once more.
“Qui.”
Asher sat with Harry on his lap, because the small boy refused to sit in one of the children’s booster seats exclaiming, loudly, that they were an experiment, which made the humans overly curious and nosy, but Harry wouldn’t be able to see anything otherwise, so Asher compromised.

It took three hours for Harry’s bubbling excitement to tone down and when Asher offered him candyfloss he looked at him strangely.

Asher made a point of standing in the queue to get Harry the treat, letting Harry watch the people in front buy theirs, so hopefully he wouldn’t think of this as an experiment of sorts and when it was their turn, the vendor handed the pink sugar over quickly once he saw who was waiting, exclaiming that they needn’t have waited in line, Asher waved the vendor away irritably as Harry patted his face like a young child to get his attention.
“What is it?” Harry asked curiously as he sniffed it before pressing the tip of his tongue to it.
The delicate sugar melted at contact from his tongue and Harry pulled back in fright as he looked to the darker pink clump his tongue had made.
“It is food.” Asher exclaimed. “Sweet stuff that you eat.”
Harry perked up at the words ‘sweet stuff’ and he allowed Asher to wind a bit of the floss onto his finger and put it in his mouth. Asher tried not to think of sexual things while the young boy sucked on his finger, but he was so long without comfort or the willing touch of another person besides Anita that it was quite difficult. It helped to think of the boy as a child, but it was equally difficult to push away the knowledge that Harry thought himself seventeen, almost a man.

Harry held his mouth open for more like a baby bird waiting for its Mother and Asher sighed at the predicament he had found himself in. Harry was one of the strangest little things he had ever come across.

With the pink floss melted across Harry’s cheeks and chin, though as Asher had fed him from his fingers he had no idea how Harry had gotten the treat in such a widespread place, they went to the last show of the night. Melanie the Lamia.

Harry was excited by the snake pictures and told him that he liked snakes, that he liked talking to snakes and Asher wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him or not, but Harry seemed to imply that the snakes talked back to him from his childish monologue, that was part babble and words that were so quiet even Asher couldn’t hear them.

Asher settled the over excited, sticky boy on his lap as the lights dimmed and Harry made an almost squeak of excitement that pulled a smile to his lips.

That’s when it all went wrong, as soon as Harry saw the first, absolutely huge snake, that the other audience members gasped and even screamed at, Harry let out a pleased whine and then started hissing and spitting rapidly. Asher was stunned, when what he thought was perhaps a very good imitation of a snake, turned out to be very real. The huge snake took an almost instant interest in the small boy in his lap and abandoned whatever Melanie had told it to do to slither over and take a closer look at Harry, sending the audience members running and screaming for the exit.

Harry kept up his stream of hissing and spitting and tried to reach the snake, who hissed back. Asher was at a loss at what to do in this surreal situation, he wanted to grab Harry and run with the crowd as the massive snake opened its mouth wide, wide enough to swallow them both.

He was almost thankful when Melanie sauntered out; she approached them with angry strides, which slowed when she heard Harry’s hissing. Then an excited gleam appeared in her eyes and Asher thought it was beyond time that they left.
“Well this is a surprise.” She purred as she approached, laying her hand on the massive pet of hers. “Where ever did you find a true male lamia Asher? Is he for me?”
“Non and he is not a male lamia Melanie, though it seems he understands the snake language.”
“Understands it? I have never heard such a fluent speaker.”
Asher felt his undead heart clench and start beating slowly. He exhaled a sigh and stood, bringing Harry with him.
“Where are you going? I’m not done with him!” Melanie hissed.
“Jean-Claude needs to know of this development.”
“You didn’t know.” Melanie said softly. She laughed harshly and then started speaking to Harry in the snake language, which made Harry draw back in surprise and hold tightly around his neck once more with fright.
He spoke back softly, quietly and without the enthusiasm he used with the actual snake. Asher held Harry more securely, turned on his heel and walked away, not comforted by Melanie’s laughter.

Asher rushed as much as he could to get back underground, holding a, now sleepy, Harry tightly. He rushed into Jean-Claude’s office.
“What has happened?” Jean-Claude asked him quickly as Asher set Harry down on a chair, his face still sticky with candy floss.
Asher started quickly rabbiting in French, explaining what had happened with Melanie, while everyone else just tried to keep up.
“What is it?” Anita demanded as she looked at Harry’s sugar coated face, his sticky hands, trying to find a wound or a source of Asher’s behaviour.
“It seems, ma petite, that Harry has a few…undiscovered talents.” Jean-Claude said softly, looking at Harry curiously.
“Like what?”
“He was speaking to Melanie and her pet snakes.”
“So?”
“He was speaking to them in the language of the snakes.”
“Wait what?”
“Melanie is now very interested in him.” Jean-Claude sighed. “What are we going to do with you Harry?”
“No experiments!” Harry cried out, going for sleepy and content to completely panicked in an instant.
“Non, no experiments. But you are too interesting for your own good.”
“Bradford will be here in just a few hours, now something as big as this is revealed?” Anita demanded. “Will Melanie keep her mouth shut?”
“I would be surprised if she had not already told the rest of the circus acts.” Jean-Claude sighed.
“Great, well I guess this hammers home just how fucked up he is, what else did they give him? He’s got wolf, leopard, tiger, bird and snake lycanthropy and apparently vampirism, which hasn’t yet made an appearance.”
“Just because it has not yet come to light, does not mean he does not have it.” Jean-Claude said diplomatically. “We did not know he had snake lycanthropy until just now, we do not even know how much vampirism he has inside him.”
“I like blood.” Harry put in innocently.
They all turned to blink at him.
“What was that Harry?” Jean-Claude asked, even though they had all heard him perfectly.
“I like blood, we were all given raw meat on the full moons and every fourth feed was blood.”
“Hold up. You were fed with a drip, are you saying that every fourth drip was blood?” Anita asked horrified.
Harry nodded happily at her understanding and smiled peacefully, even as the adults around him exchanged horrified glances.
“That means your next drip is supposed to be blood, yes?”
Harry nodded. “I used to count my blood feeds, after every sixth blood feed was a full moon.”
“What blood did you used to have?”
Harry blinked at her, very confused and not understanding.
“Was it human blood?”
“Oh, no. It was from the other experiments.” Harry replied simply.
“They took blood from the other experiments to feed you?” Anita asked, shocked.
Harry nodded. “They took blood from me to feed them as well; we all fed each other blood. Well all of those that were vampires, only the vampire or part vampires needed blood.”
“I shall inform Lillian of your dietary needs.” Jean-Claude remarked.
Harry smiled happily and ignored the vibrating from Anita’s phone.
“Blake.” She answered, ignoring that just yesterday she had been moaning about how people answered their phones.
“Harry, do you need blood?” Jean-Claude asked the yawning boy.
Harry nodded sleepily. “I go crazy without it, they kept it from me as an experiment, I had to be tranqu…tranqua…tranquil…”
“Tranquilised?”
Harry nodded happily. “With darts shot out of a funny metal tube.”
“Go to sleep now Harry.” Jean-Claude encouraged.
“That was Bradford, his plane has just landed. I’m going to go pick him up, take him for something to eat and fill him in before he sees Harry, that should give him time to sleep and for Bradford to know what he’s dealing with before being slapped in the face with it.”
“Take Claudia and Fredo with you.” Jean-Claude said mildly, but leaving no room for arguing.

Anita just nodded and left to pick up the Special Agent, the two wererat bodyguards following behind her silently.

Harry yawned, the sugar on his cheeks pulling tightly, uncomfortably and he swiped his hand and arm over his cheeks to rid himself of the pulling, making distressed sounds as he went.

Asher merely pulled out a handkerchief; wet it with his tongue before washing Harry’s face clean for him, holding the struggling boy still.

“Sleep now for a bit Harry.” Jean-Claude told him as Harry yawned sleepily once more.
Harry just nodded and curled up on the chair he was sat in, leaving two vampires to stress over him and the strangeness that surrounded him.
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Anita had finished telling Bradford of what had transpired, from finding the Factory, to the developments immediately after with the police, to getting a Judge to sign Harry over to her care and Harry himself. She also included the other experiments’, what had happened to them, how some of them had died and how Harry could die from anything they gave him or things he could come into contact with. She had also made mention of the on-going police investigation, but had also unhappily had to include Dolph’s reaction and why she had called in the feds in the first place. Bradford had yet to say anything, his sandwich lying half eaten and untouched since she had started speaking of Harry.
“That…that’s messed up. Completely fucked seven ways to Saturday.” He finally said, pushing his plate away and picking up his now lukewarm mug of coffee and taking a gulp.
“That’s not all of it.”
“How much more can there be?!” Bradford demanded.
“Harry is still a mystery, even to us Bradford; we found out only two hours ago that Harry must have some sort of snake lycanthrope after he started a conversation with some of the snakes in one of the Circus’ shows. He only told us of tiger, wolf and leopard, he said those were the only animals he had, but he has distinct bird traits and now he can speak to snakes too. We have no idea of the strains injected into him and we haven’t found a file with his number on it, or any mention of him in any of the documentation recovered from the factory.”
“You said that some of it was damaged and destroyed though right?”
“Not a lot of it, but enough. All of the experiment’s files were in one of the filing cabinets that was set on fire, though it didn’t take hold for long, so those files only have singed edges, but Harry’s file wasn’t with them, we found a few files on desks and one in the autopsy lab, we assume the files were taken out if the specimens were taken for experimentation, Harry was one of the ones not in a cage when the raid took place, he was found barely breathing in what looked like an office which had been set on fire. He was rescued and taken to hospital, but the firefighters didn’t think to look for paperwork, so if Harry’s file was in that room with him, then it’s likely been reduced to ash.”
“Are there still people searching the Factory?”

“Of course, it’s being combed thoroughly by forensics. I still have a small hope that they’ll find Harry’s file, or something that even mentions him, as Harry doesn’t seem to know what was done to him, not fully.”

“You said also that he’s part vampire, how does that work?”
“I have no idea, we don’t know how the so called doctors successfully combined lycanthropy and vampirism into one person, but Harry has told us that he has a liking of blood, particularly lycanthrope blood and that every fourth IV feeding was substituted with blood and that they stopped giving him blood once as an experiment and he went crazy without it, like a revenant vamp, and had to be sedated heavily by tranquilisers.”
“Does he have fangs?”
“Not that I’ve seen, but I haven’t gone searching for them either. He’s very easy to wake and very distrustful, the last thing we need is for him to start distrusting us when he’s been so helpful.”
“Understandable. I think it’s best if I saw him for myself now. Then I’ll make a call and get my team over here to help out. This cannot be allowed to happen again, not ever.”
Anita shared Bradley Bradford’s sentiments and led the special agent to her jeep, Claudia and Fredo hopping into the back before she drove back to the Circus of the Damned. She hoped Bradford could help them; she really did, because while the five organisers of the Factory were at large, more people were in danger of suffering from their clinical cruelty.
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Harry cocked his head onto his shoulder to look at the new man. He had just been settling in, getting used to everyone around him and then it suddenly changed and a new man was brought in. Harry didn’t like that and showed it by hissing at the new man.

“I see what you mean about him.” The man told Anita, who nodded.

So she was in on it too, Harry looked around, wondering who else was behind this man being here, talking about him like he wasn’t in front of him. He knew he didn’t understand a lot, but he wasn’t stupid. He growled deeply and got onto his hands and feet, positioning himself like his wolf counterpart would have and growled.

Richard crouched down beside him and ruffled the hair at his scruff and Harry knew he was being told silently to stand down by his alpha, but he didn’t want to, he didn’t want this man here, talking about him like he was stupid, the doctors had done that too. He didn’t look like a doctor, but maybe he was one of the trainees?

Harry gave into his alpha, he couldn’t do anything else. Maybe Richard hadn’t been in on it, which is why he was glaring at Anita and the man, Richard had always been there for him and looked after him, he could trust Richard, at least a little bit, so if he said to stand down, he would.

He mewled softly and huddled up in Richard’s arms, snuggling in as tight as he could, letting the stronger, more powerful wolf protect him.
“What’s he doing?”
“Seeking comfort and protection.” Richard said back coldly. “He is obviously distressed by your being here.”
“He acts more like an animal than a person.” The man commented and Harry flew out of Richard’s arms snarling. Jamil caught him around the waist before he could reach the startled man and pulled him away and back to Richard.
“He also thinks like a person and has the feelings of a person, try not to stomp all over the hard work we’ve done special agent.” Richard replied through gritted teeth.
“I’m sorry, I meant no distress to him, it’s hard to know what will set him off when he has the instincts of the lycanthrope strains he carries.”
“He is obviously upset by you being here.” Richard hinted as he held Harry’s wrists loosely enough that Harry didn’t feel trapped or restrained, but strongly enough that if he launched at the special agent again Richard would have hold of him still.
“I only want to help him.” Bradley insisted. “The people who did this to him need to pay for what they’ve done; they need to be stopped before they can do this again to other people. I don’t want to distress him, but if he has any information on the doctors or the factory he came from, we need to know it.”
“The last thing he needs is to be interrogated!” Richard snapped. “He’s a child!”
“Yet he seems to think he’s seventeen.” The agent put in mildly.
“He thinks a lot of things.”
Richard stared at agent Bradford for a long time before the agent turned to Anita.
“What do we do next?”
“I could take you to the police department and show you the recovered documents.”
Bradford nodded before looking back at Harry, who growled when their eyes met and then started barking at him.
“Does he always act like this?”
“The barking is new.” Anita said as she looked sadly at Harry, who Richard was trying to calm.
“Harry. I’ll be back to speak to you later, once you’ve calmed down a bit okay.” He tried.
Harry, who had ceased his barking once he had heard his name, started yowling after a few minutes of silence, once it had sunk in what the man meant. He was leaving, but he would be coming back. He didn’t want him to come back, ever.

“Calm down Harry, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Richard tried, but Harry’s leopard had come out and it was only the touch of the Nimir-Raj, Micah, that calmed him, which brought up Richard’s jealousy and insecurities over Micah, perfect Micah.

Micah pulled Harry into his arms, the very small boy held easily, even though Micah was only five foot four at the most. He held Harry’s face to his neck and even though Harry struggled for a little while he soon gave in and relaxed.

Anita nodded to Micah in thanks and Richard felt his beast roar inside him. He hadn’t even gotten an acknowledgement for calming Harry down and his jealousy and insecurities made him hate Micah just a little more as Anita took the special agent and left.

Harry peeked over his own shoulder as the door banged shut and his head darted around rapidly, much like a bird, before realising the threat had gone.
“Richard!” He called out; squirming in Micah’s arms and Richard smugly stood and snatched the tiny boy from the Nimir-Raj, feeling just a little better that Harry wanted him and not perfect Micah.
He didn’t care if he was treating the boy like a child as he sat him on his hip and let Harry nuzzle into his pectoral, though he jumped in surprise when Harry started nibbling on his shirt.
“Don’t do that Harry.” He said softly.
Harry listened and went from nibbling to licking, seemingly tasting the fabric that was under his cheek.
“Why are you doing that Harry?” Jean-Claude asked.
“It has a funny smell.” Harry replied as he sniffed at the shirt before licking it again thoughtfully.
Richard brought the shirt to his nose and sniffed the shirt himself, wondering if his deodorant had transferred to the shirt or if Harry could smell sweat or something that had spilled onto his shirt. All he could smell was the fabric conditioner he had used, he frowned in puzzlement before mentally hitting himself, Harry could smell the fabric conditioner.
“It’s fabric conditioner Harry, stuff we wash clothes in to make them smell nice.”

“Oh. All the doctors smelt sterile, they used to use a lot of antiseptic stuff on us and their clothes and things.”

“I would imagine they did, but don’t worry, none of your clothes will smell like that again.”
Harry grinned. “Good. I hated that smell.”
“I really think it’s time you had a proper sleep though.” Richard said, looking at the late hour.
“No, I want to sleep with everyone else. I don’t like being the only one awake. The guards are no fun and won’t let me go anywhere.”
“You can’t become nocturnal Harry.”
Harry frowned and mouthed the word ‘nocturnal’ under his breath, or at least he tried to mouth the word nocturnal.
“It means awake during the night and sleeping during the day.” Richard told him.
“The vampires do and I’m part vampire too! I don’t like the day time. It makes my skin itchy.”
“Are you saying that you cannot be in the sunlight, mon petit pétale?” Jean-Claude asked urgently.
“It makes me itchy.” Harry reiterated, scratching at his arm to elaborate.
“How long do you have to be in the sunlight before you get itchy Harry?”
Harry frowned adorably, bringing his thumb up to nibble at the nail as he stared unblinkingly at Richard’s mouth.
“I don’t know.” Harry said slowly. “Maybe a bit longer than a little while.” He answered cryptically in a way that only he understood.
“So an hour, a little under an hour?” Richard tried.
Harry frowned. “Maybe.”
Richard sighed. “Okay Harry, but you do need as much sleep as possible while you recover, so don’t fight it if you’re tired, just sleep okay?”
Harry nodded happily and snuggled into his shoulder tightly. Despite his affronted insistence that he be allowed to stay awake through the night, Harry was softly sleeping within ten minutes and Richard slowly and carefully sat down, scrunching up his face in prayer when Harry made a soft noise and clutched at him tighter, but he let out a relieved sigh when Harry slept on, he didn’t want Harry to wake up, he had had more than enough for one day.

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A/N: Happy New Year to you all lovelies, we are moving into the year of the Snake in February, my own year! Bring on 2013! I had a brilliant Christmas and I hope that all of you who celebrate the season also had a wonderful time.

Rise of the Drackens is scheduled for an update next, but I don’t think chapter six of Lycanthrope Factory will be far behind, so don’t worry, it won’t be months for an update, even if Rise of the Drackens is the higher priority story, I think I’ve found an alright balance between the two of them.

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