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New Family	By : kirallie Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter Views: 18587 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Disclaimer: Still the same, it never changes.
Okay, so I changed my mind, this is set after Incubus Dreams but the 2nd triumvirate never happened. So Anita is seeing Micah, Jean-Claude and Asher with Nathaniel as her pomme de sang and Damian as her servant. Eventually Asher and Nathaniel will pair up, I’ve read it before and liked it. And yes, this will end up Harry/Jason maybe Harry/Jason/Requiem but not for a long while.
Sorry about no new chapters but I want to finish the rewrite first, less confusing for me that way.

Chapter 6 – Settling In and Meeting Anita

Richard stood in the doorway watching Harry sleep. They hadn’t gotten to bed until nearly one so he wasn’t expecting the teen to wake any time soon. It seemed impossible but Harry looked even younger and completely innocent while he was asleep. But he hadn’t been truly innocent in a very long time. Richard knew there was still a lot Harry wasn’t saying but he had accepted the fact that it would take time to completely earn the boy’s trust, if it was even possible; he’d been burnt badly and too often to trust anyone blindly. Especially family, because it was family that had done the most damage. Richard hoped that one day Harry would trust him with what had really happened during his time with his Aunt but for now he was willing to take it a day at a time, as long as Harry didn’t get worse.

“Richard.” Startled from his musing by the sound of his name he looked to see who was calling him. He turned to see Jason hurrying up to him.

“There’s an owl sitting on your table.” Jason said.

“An owl?” Richard looked sternly at Jason. He was not in the mood for his jokes.

“Yep, and for an owl it looks rather pleased with itself.” Jason said. Richard frowned at him. Jason appeared to be completely serious. Well, as serious as he ever was.

“A snowy owl?” The groggy question came from the bed. They both jumped guiltily. They hadn't been talking loudly, but apparently they'd been loud enough.

“How’d you know? Sorry for waking you.” Jason chatted merrily at Harry. They watched as Harry fumbled for his glasses. Instead of answering he whistled. Both wolves instinctively ducked as something whooshed overhead. They straightened and stared; the owl that had been in Richard's kitchen was now settled on Harry’s shoulder, affectionately nipping his ear.

“Nice to see you too girl. Richard, Jason meet Hedwig. Hedwig, that is my cousin Richard and our friend Jason so be nice.” Harry said sternly to his owl, who was eyeing them suspiciously.

“You do realise you’re talking to a bird?” Jason said. Harry grinned as Hedwig glared and hooted indignantly at Jason.

“A very intelligent owl. She was the first birthday present I ever received. Wizards use owls for post and as companions, they’re incredibly intelligent. Got something for me girl or just showing off?” Harry asked the owl who simply flew onto the headboard and went to sleep. Well, thought Harry, guess that answers that question.

“Um, Harry…” Richard began tentatively.

“She’s well trained Richard, she’ll go out if she needs too.” Harry reassured Richard earnestly.

“Ok, since you’re up how about breakfast?” Jason asked chirpily.

“Sure, just let me get dressed.” Harry agreed. The two men left to give him privacy. Hedwig opened one eye and hooted in question. Harry ignored it.
“Welcome to our new home girl, he really seems to want me here.” he said instead. Hedwig ruffled her feathers indignantly and glared at him. Harry glared right back. "I'm fine." he insisted to her. She glared at him one last time to show she wasn't convinced, then just hooted affectionately and went back to sleep. Harry slipped into his clothes from the previous day; he had slept in an over-sized t-shirt of his cousins’, and headed for the kitchen.
“Morning Jamil.” he greeted Richard's bodyguard.

“Harry.” The enforcer nodded to the boy, handing him a glass of milk, which Harry took with a grateful smile.

“I was thinking that after breakfast we go get your things, start getting you settled in here instead.” Richard said. Harry stared at him; delicately sipping his milk, although Richard was sure Harry would be upset if he told him that was what he was doing. It rather reminded him of cat to be honest.

“You really want me here,” he said slowly.

“I really want you here, you’re family and a friend.” Richard said firmly, and he rested a hand on Harry’s shoulder. He was glad when Harry didn't flinch. “This is your home too from now on,” he said. Harry nodded, unable to speak.

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“Want any help with your school papers? I don’t know anything about magical schools but enrollment forms can’t be that different.” Richard offered. The two were alone in Richard’s living room. Jamil and Jason had left after they had helped get Harry unpacked.

“Actually I could use some help picking subjects. I don’t have a clue what muggle ones to choose. Mrs. Smythe said they’d tutor me till I catch up with the rest of my year though.” Harry said. Richard smiled at him.

“And I'm sure we could help too. Lets take a look,” he said. Harry went and got his bag from his bedroom and when he came back emptied it on the table, searching for the right papers.
“Found it.” Harry said as he put a small stack where they could both read.

Dear Mr. Potter-Black,

The following are the courses you are eligible for based on previous scores. You must include two muggle sciences, a math and a sport along with at least five other muggle subjects to fulfill the muggle part of your qualifications. All other choices are up to you but cannot exceed thirty-four or be under fifteen classes, excluding those marked as compulsory.

Magical Subjects
Advanced Courses:
DADA
Potions
Dueling
Charms
Transfiguration
Herbology
CoMC

Beginner Courses:
Healing/Basic Medimagic
Spell Building
Dark Arts
Blood Magics
Ritual Magics
Arithmecy
Magical Art
Ancient Runes
Wiccan Studies
Ancient Magics
Ancient, Blood and Ritual Magics combined Divination Nordic Runes Blood Runes Kanji Egyptian Hieroglyphs Magical Law (compulsory) Traditional Practices/Etiquette Enchantments (one term only)

General Courses:
Astronomy
History of Magic
Magical Diplomacy (one term only) Magical and Muggle Geography Apparition (one term only – compulsory) Animagus training
Driving Magical vehicles (one term only)

Muggle Subjects
General Subjects:
History Modern History Ancient
English – General/Advanced
Commerce
Business
Legal Studies
Computer Science
Design and Technology
Home economics Graphic Design Metal Work Wood Work Muggle CPR (one term - compulsory) Muggle Bandaging (one term) Sexual Education (compulsory) Basic Health Care Muggle Driving (one term)

Fine Arts: Singing Dancing Poetry Painting Pottery Music

Sciences:
Biology
Chemistry
Physics
Geology
General

Maths:
General
Standard
Advanced

Sports:
Basketball
Baseball
Track
Volleyball
Soccer
Football Horseback/pegasi-back Riding (one term only) Archery Weaponry Magical & Muggle Martial Arts
Fencing

Languages:
French
German
Russian
Japanese
Latin
Greek – Modern/Ancient
Egyptian Spanish Norse Gaelic

Yours truly,
Linda Plaj
School Administrator

“That’s a lot of choices.” Richard said when they had completed reading the list. The two stared at the form, feeling a bit overwhelmed. “How about I help you with the ‘muggle’ subjects and you explain the magical ones?” Richard suggested.

“Sure. Think I’ll ever do anything but homework?” Harry asked with a grin.

Three hours later they were finally finished. Harry filled in the return form.

Subject Selection: Sixth Year Students
Student Name: James Black

Magical – Advanced: DADA
Dueling
Charms
Transfiguration
Potions
-Beginner: Healing/Basic Medimagic
Ancient, Blood and Ritual Magics combined
Ancient Runes
Dark Arts
Traditional Practices/Etiquette Magical Law (compulsory) Enchantments (one term only)
Magical Diplomacy (one term only) Magical and Muggle Geography Apparition (one term only - compulsory) Animagus training Driving Magical vehicles (one term only)

Muggle – Sciences: Biology
Chemistry
Physics
- General: History
o General English
o Legal Studies
o Computer Science o Sexual Education (compulsory one term) o Muggle Driving (one term)
Muggle CPR 9compulsory one term)
- Math: General
- Sports: Martial Arts o Weaponry Magical and Muggle o Horseback and Pegasi-back Riding (one term only)
o Fencing
- Languages: French
§ Latin
§ Ancient Greek
§ Norse
§ Egyptian
Secondary Choices: Archery
Commerce
General Science
Muggle CPR
Japanese Gaelic
Arithmecy
CoMC Egyptian Hieroglyphs Spell Building

“This is impossible, you do realise that, don’t you? There aren’t enough hours in the day.” Richard told Harry as they finished.

“It’s magic Richard. Still, it is a lot fuller than I’m used too.” Harry admitted.

“And you could have had one more subject. Do you really need all these?” Richard asked Harry incredulously.

“The classrooms are probably spelled somehow so that time moves slower in them, it’s the only way they could cover that much. But yes, I do need all of these. Let’s face it Richard, I have an insane mass murderer after me. I need all the training I can get.” Harry said quietly as he packed everything up.

“I know, I’m just not entirely comfortable with you learning Dark or Blood Magics.” Richard admitted.

“And you think I am? But I don’t have much of a choice if I want a chance to beat him. This is enough to get me labeled a Dark Wizard back home. Can’t wait to see their reactions to the saviour of the Light being classed Dark.” Harry said lightly.

“Will they do anything to you?” Richard asked in concern.

“Probably. Good thing I don’t plan to ever go back for good.” Harry shrugged unconcernedly.

“So how do you get to and from Salem every day?” Richard asked suddenly. "Should I take you?" Harry laughed.

“No. There’s a portkey from somewhere around here. I’m not the only student from St. Louis. I can’t wait to play Quidditch again though!” he said with a smile.

“That’s what the broom’s for, right?” Richard smiled at Harry.

“It’s a Firebolt Richard, and it's the fastest broom there is. I’m glad Mr. Merewether managed to get it back for me and that my ban doesn’t extend to America.” Harry said in exasperation, frustrated that Richard didn't seem to understand his broom was not just a broom, but a highly expensive state of the art racing broom.

“Think family is allowed to come to games?” Richard asked casually.

“You want to?” Harry jerked his head around to look at Richard in surprise.

“Sure,” Richard grinned at Harry’s excitement. “Got to see my cousin beat everyone, haven't I?” He smiled at Harry.

“Should be possible, I’ll ask if I make a team.” Harry said.

“You will. Youngest Seeker in a century didn't you say?” Richard teased gently. Harry blushed.
“I was thinking though, that if you want a head start on some of your subjects I could give you a hand.” Richard made the offer again, hoping Harry would agree.

“Really? That’d be great! Sure you have time?” Harry asked eagerly.

“Positive, I’ve already done what I need to for school. I’ll look through the books you’ve already got, and see if we need to get anything else. How about four hours a day? That gives us eighteen days.” Richard said, planning aloud what to do.

“Thanks, for everything.” Harry said shyly.

“That’s what family is for.” Richard said absently as he frowned at the supply list. “This is probably going to sound stupid but where do we get half of this stuff?” He asked.

“The American version of Diagon Alley. I haven’t been yet, because I’ve been avoiding the Wizarding World for safety.” Harry said.

“Family outing?” Richard suggested at Harry's worried frown. It lightened immediately.

“Sure.” He agreed.

“Great, it’s tradition to make school shopping a day out. Want anyone else to come?” Richard asked.

“Shang-Da, Jamil and Jason. Maybe we can get those two to look shocked.” Harry said promptly. Richard smiled at him.

“Wouldn’t bet on it. Although that does mean telling Shang-Da.,” he warned.

“Yeah, but he’s your friend and bodyguard so he should know. Anyway, you’ve never seen the Wizarding version of a mall.” Harry said.

“Only if you feel comfortable with it,” replied Richard.

“I do. I like him.” Harry said firmly.

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Anita looked at the teen that’d opened the door. It was nice to meet someone who was about her height, maybe a little taller than she was. She smiled at the silent boy.

“Hello, you must be Harry. Is Richard home?” She asked.

“Hello Anita. It’s okay Harry, let her in.” Richard appeared from the hall. “Harry this is Anita Blake, she’s a …friend.” Harry heard the hesitation in Richard's voice so he kept his wand ready but out of sight as he studied the woman.

“Pleased to meet you ma’am.” He said carefully.

“Call me Anita.” Anita said cheerfully.

“Why don’t you finish those equations? I’ll check them over later.” Richard suggested to Harry. He had no idea why Harry was being so cautious around Anita.

“Okay.” Harry said as he headed back to his room. Anita noticed Richard’s frown as he watched his cousin leave.

“What is it?” She asked in concern.

“He isn’t usually that quiet, even with strangers. You’re shielding aren’t you?” Richard frowned harder.

“Always. He’s sensitive?” Anita asked as she gave his arm a gentle squeeze and came in.

“Comes and goes. He didn’t seem to pick any of us but he knew there was something different about one of the teachers at his new school.” Richard explained.

“He’s not going to Seckman?” She asked in surprise. Anita would have thought Richard would want Harry where he could keep an eye on him.

“No, it's a private school, and they’re pretty selective. What brings you here?” He asked as he led her into his living room.

“You were pretty nervous last week so I thought I’d come see how it went. Obviously since he’s still here he took it well.” Anita replied.

“Turns out his godfather is one of us.” Richard said, relief heavy in his voice.

“So you were worried about nothing.” Anita said with a small smile for him.

“There’s a difference between a family friend and someone you’re living with but yeah. He seems to be settling in well. Jason’s been a great help; he’s really bringing out Harry’s mischievous streak. I suppose I should thank Jean-Claude for giving him the time off.” The last was said grudgingly but at least there was no hatred in his voice. Richard really was trying now to help keep the three of them stable. Anita appreciated it.

“He wants to meet Harry.” She said, and braced herself.

“What?!” Richard roared, as Anita sat on the sofa.

“He heard Jason and Nathaniel taking.” Anita explained.

“So? Why does that make him want to meet him?” Richard said as he paced agitatedly around the room. Anita sat there calmly, knowing that for once he wasn't getting worked up about her. She couldn't be blamed for anything this time.

“Because when they heard his full name both Requiem and Byron had a fit.” She said patiently. Normally by now she'd be matching Richard's anger with her own, but today she just wanted to be with him, and since his anger wasn't directed at her, because of her, or about her, she felt calm enough to sit it out. It was, she reflected, really not like her at all.

“Shit!” Richard exploded. Anita looked at him in alarm. Richard was the ultimate boy scout - he never swore.

“Richard, what’s going on?” She said as she reached for her gun, looking around the room for any sign of danger.

“I don’t want any vampire any where near Harry, Anita. You can tell Jean-Claude that.” Richard said in a low tense voice. Anita relaxed her grip from her gun and sighed.

“Why? He’s a minor, Jean-Claude wouldn’t hurt him.” She said, beginning to get annoyed. Richard knew Jean-Claude, and even if he didn't trust him, didn't he trust her?

“Richard?” They both turned, startled, to see Harry in the doorway. Only Richard realised the significance of how Harry was holding his hand though. He had his wand drawn, ready to leap to Richard's defence. It made him smile. And his anger drained away. Who cared if Jean-Claude wanted to meet Harry? Harry was his to protect, and Richard could protect him from Jean-Claude, he knew that.

“Finished already?” he asked lightly.

“Only had one left. Is everything okay?” Richard hid another smile at the suspicious look the teen sent Anita’s way. He didn't want her getting angry at him.

“Why would two British vampires know your name?” Anita asked with fake innocence. Harry fought not to react. Thanks to many years of suppressing emotions he was successful.

“Technically I am the head of two old aristocratic families, and they probably know of them.” Harry said as he struggled to keep his face bland. Richard had told him weres could tell if you were lying sometimes, and she'd been at the house when they had that meeting. So he told the truth. Partly. What he'd said was true enough, and if she drew her own conclusions from that, well, he wasn't going to correct her. Idly he wondered what kind of were was she.

“Try again kid.” Anita let her face fall blank. So. Harry swallowed. She hadn't brought that. Well, it had been worth a shot.

“Get out Anita.” Richard said suddenly. Anita reacted without thinking.

“What’s so important about you?” She demanded of Harry, hurt that Richard would chose a boy he'd known only a little while over her. She reached out with her power to see and Harry went white.

“Get Out Now!” It was more a growl than a yell but it got Richards’ point across.

“Fine.” Anita said as she slammed the door on her way. She left in a huff, mainly because she knew that whatever was now going in on that house was her fault. Anita hated that. She hoped the kid was ok. She hadn't meant to lose control of her anger like that, but Richard always seemed to have that affect on her. She would call again later to apologise to Richard, and she'd ask him about how to make amends with Harry. It wasn't his fault she got jealous.

“What’s going on?” Harry demanded.

“You know how Jason lives with the vampires?” Richard said as he turned to Harry, ignoring Anita as she left.

“Yes.” Harry said shortly.

“Apparently he was overheard talking about you with Nathaniel, one of the local leopards. Requiem and Byron, two British vampires, reacted to your name and now the Master wants to meet you.” Richard explained carefully.

“Do I have to?” Harry asked.

“No, I won’t let them make you.” Richard hastened to assure him.

“Thanks.” Harry said as he holstered his wand.

“Would you have really attacked Anita?” Richard asked curiously.

“Yes. I heard you guys shouting. I would have just knocked her out or silenced her. I don’t like how she feels.” Harry said simply, and shrugged.

“Thank you. I was wondering why you were so quiet around her.” Richard said, even as he tried to figure out in his mind a way to explain his relationship with Anita to his teenage cousin. She really wouldn't like being taken out by a child. Actually, when he thought about it, Richard wasn't sure how he felt about his cousin being able to attack Anita. While he was happy his cousin would defend him, it worried him that the boy seemed confidant he could take Anita on and win. Anita was one of the most scary, dangerous and powerful people in St. Louis. Sometimes that annoyed Richard, but it was always reassuring when something bad came to town. He knew Anita would be able to handle it. And now his teenage cousin could take her out any time he wanted. Richard could just feel the headache coming.

“Is she human?” Harry interrupted Richard's train of thought. Although he'd never admit it, sometimes Richard wondered about that question himself. But even as such traitorous thoughts whispered in his mind he knew the correct answer.

“Yes, but she’s a Necromancer.” Richard said. Harry went white and swayed in the doorway, backing off slightly.

“Harry!” Richard cried as he moved, reaching to steady Harry even as he pulled back, eyes wide. “What is it? What’s wrong?” Richard asked frantically. Harry kept backing up, hands up defensively. His eyes were glassy, and he was obviously not all right. “Easy Harry, it’s just me.” Richard coaxed soothingly.

“Cedric.” Harry whispered, so low that Richard, even with his were-wolf hearing, nearly didn’t hear him.

“Harry?” He reached out carefully and Harry screamed. “Harry!” He grabbed the teen, pulling him into his body as Harry lashed out. “Harry, it’s me, Richard. Come on Harry, snap out of it! You know I won’t hurt you.” Richard murmured. He held Harry as he continued to fight, trying to keep him from hurting either of them. He lifted him and sat on the couch, Harry held securely on his lap. “Shhh, I’m here, it’s okay, you’re safe.” He murmured to Harry as he gradually began to still, the fight going out of him.

“Please no, Cedric.” Harry whispered. He then clung to him as he sobbed and Richard realised what was going on. Cedric was the boy Harry had watched die two years previous. The boy killed at Voldemort’s resurrection. No wonder Harry had reacted badly to Anita’s power. It actually made him feel a little bad for her, because he knew she'd blame herself when she found out, but it was then washed away in a wave of righteous indignation. As far as he was concerned it was her fault Harry was now crying in his arms, caught up in a horrible flashback of his past. Harry sobbed, only a few tears, but giving a continuous deeply distressed keening sound. It was not the sound of a cleansing grief, but rather that of a brutal grief that had been bottled up until the excess spilled over. The wound was still there, hidden and festering. He pulled Harry closer and started rocking slightly. “Anita would never do something like that, I promise. She won’t hurt you Harry.” He said and kept quietly reassuring him until he felt Harry completely relax. Looking down he realised he was asleep. Richard allowed himself a long moment to marvel that Harry felt safe enough with him to trust him that much, before he let his doubts rise. Harry was probably just too tired to stay awake. It probably had nothing to do with how safe he felt with Richard at all. All the same, he stayed on the couch for another hour before carefully carrying Harry to his room and slipping him into bed. He took off the boy's sneakers, but frowned at the clothes he was still wearing before deciding to leave them on. He didn't want Harry thinking he was invading his privacy when he was unconscious. Then he shut the door and headed for the kitchen phone.

“Sylvie? It’s Richard. I need Gwen’s help. Can the two of you come over?” He asked.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright? Has something happened?” Richard's second in command asked her Ulfric worriedly.

“I’m fine, and it’s to do with my cousin, Harry. I was hoping Gwen could help him.” Richard said.

“Hold on, I’ll get her.” Sylvie said, and Richard paced the length of the room as he waited for Gwen to come to the phone. He knew Harry wouldn’t want to talk to her but he needed to talk to someone and so far Harry had refused to speak with Richard, Jamil, Jason, or Shang-Da. He wasn't talking to anyone, and that was the problem. Sure, he’d told them the basics of his life, but there was still a lot being bottled up. Richard had also learnt more during the aftermath of various nightmares Harry had that woke him screaming. Richard was pretty sure Harry thought they were secret, but whatever spell he was using to muffle the sounds had underestimated werewolf hearing. It hurt, that he was still trying to hide so much. What had caused the boy to learn to hide that he had nightmares that caused him to wake screaming nearly every night? During the day he looked fine, but Richard knew the boy only got a couple of hours of sleep at night. And that was just the couple of weeks he'd stayed with him. Richard suspected that he'd been having nightmares for a long time, possibly years. He honestly didn't understand how Harry had so much energy. From the amount of time he was able to sleep at night, Harry should be dead on his feet during the day. But he bounced around doing all sorts of things. Richard had suspected at first that he was taking something, some drug maybe, to help him stay awake and alert, but now he didn't think so. Besides, he'd done some research, and if Harry were taking any known kind of drug with the ability to keep him awake and alert there would be signs of it he wouldn't be able to hide by now. How had the people in England missed his problems? Or had they simply not cared about him?

“Hello, Richard?” Gwen's voice on the phone sent a rush of relief through him.

“Hi Gwen. I was hoping you could see my cousin professionally.” Richard said to her.

“What’s happened?” Gwen asked. Richard closed his eyes in relief, for once grateful that he was Ulfric, and that his people would help him when he asked.

“Anita caused him to have some sort of panic attack and flash back to some bad things that happened two years ago. It took a while to get him calmed down but he’s asleep now. He’s been having nightmares every night, and after this tonight is going to be bad. On top of that Shang-Da, Jamil and I all agree, we think he’s been abused but he won’t talk about it.” Richard explained succinctly. He really hoped Gwen could help.

“How old is he?” She asked.

“Sixteen. He starts school in just under two weeks but he can’t go like this. I was hoping a stable; caring environment would help and seems to, at least when he’s awake. He doesn’t flinch away as much. How no one ever noticed at his old school…” Richard trailed off; doing his best to calm the wolf inside him that had risen at the anger he felt that Harry, his cousin, his family and pack, had been hurt.

“I’d like to see one of these nightmares Richard." Said Gwen. Richard grunted. She took that as assent, because she said, "We’ll come right over.”
“Thanks. They usually start within two hours of his going to sleep and it’s already been one. I don’t know if he’ll talk to you but he needs to talk to someone.” Richard admitted his failure to being able to help Harry.

“We’ll be there soon. Relax, it sounds like you’ve been doing great.” Gwen encouraged him and then she hung up the phone even as he heard Sylvie asking where she'd put the car keys. Richard put the phone back. Was he doing the right thing? Harry had only been with him a little while, and maybe he was being hasty. But then he thought of the look on his face earlier. Richard never wanted to see such fear directed at him again, not from Harry, not from anyone. He buried his head in his hands, thoughts racing. He didn’t notice time passing, or the knocking on the front door.

“Richard.” His head shot up as he jumped, looking around. He relaxed as he spotted Gwen and Sylvie. “We gave up knocking, and came in the back. Are you sure you’re alright?” Sylvie asked. This was not like Richard usually.

“I’m fine, just thinking. Maybe I’m over reacting and he just needs more time to adjust. What if he hates me for bringing you in?” Richard voiced his doubts; hopeful for reassurance he was doing the right thing with Harry.

“Then we’ll deal with it. Which room is he in?” Said Gwen firmly.

“His.” Richard replied, and Gwen smiled.

“Been redecorating?” She asked lightly.

“A bit, he still needs to choose furniture and paint.” Richard told her.

“Sounds like fun. Can you give me any background? What his old home was like, school problems, that sort of thing.” She asked as she took a seat across from him at the kitchen table.

“He’s an orphan, and his parents were murdered when he was one as he watched. He was sent to his mother’s sister even though he was meant to go to Mom. He doesn’t say a lot outright but you can read between the lines. He got his first birthday present when he was eleven, wasn’t allowed soda, has been able to cook for years, and that’s all he’ll willing let slip and even then he hesitates or tries to change what he’s saying mid-sentence. He’s way too small for his age, because the first time we saw him the others thought he was between twelve and maybe fifteen but that was being generous. He’s really polite, more than usual for a teenager. We’re all agreed that we think he was beaten and starved, at least. He’s still a bit on the thin side and he flinches but that’s getting better as long as he sees you coming or hears that it’s you.” Richard said, and paused to sip the tea Gwen had given him. “He started at his parents old boarding school when he was eleven and was thrown from one life threatening situation to another. He watched a schoolmate being killed and barely escaped himself. Last year he watched his godfather die. He blames himself for both deaths, you can see it, and he stinks of guilt. He found out his best friends were backstabbing glory hounds, along with the family he'd thought had seen him as one of their own, and that he’d been lied to his entire life so he ran. He came here believing I wouldn’t want him either. Werewolves don’t scare him, and his second godfather is one and is about the only person Harry’s kept in contact with.” Richard stopped again and Gwen laid a sympathetic hand on his. “He was ready to jump in and defend me from Anita earlier, with no thought of his own safety, just that I might be in trouble. It’s like, if anyone else is in danger he’ll do what it takes to protect him or her but it doesn’t matter if it’s him. He has nightmares every night, sometimes more than once. He’s disorientated when he wakes and will either lash out or cower, depending on how bad it was. And he doesn't get more than a couple of hours decent sleep a night.” Richard stopped.

“Will he talk about the dreams?” Gwen asked.

“Sometimes. I know he’s seen his godfathers death frequently, and the same with the other boy. But that’s it. I know there are others but he won’t talk about them.” Richard sighed in frustration as Gwen gave a soothing agreeing sound.

“That’s a lot more than I often get.” She said, and then stopped as a noise reached them.

“Harry.” Richard was off down the hall as the whimpers changed to bloodcurdling screams of terror, even if they were muffled by whatever magic it was he'd put up to keep the sounds in. The two women were quick to follow.

Gwen stopped Sylvie at the opened door. Harry was pressed into a corner of the room, his knees curled up and arms raised to ward off a blow. He was apologising as fast as he could draw breath to do so, promising to be good. Richard was crouched in front of him, appearing as unthreatening as he could while quietly reassuring the teen that he was safe and trying to bring him out of his hysteric state. It was a heartbreaking scene. They watched as slowly Richard moved closer and Harry’s arms came down as he uncurled slightly, his breathing beginning to calm. Richard slowly wrapped his arms around his cousin, drawing him in close and starting to rock them. Harry began to relax as the motion soothed him. Gwen gently pushed Sylvie back, quietly shutting the door. The two women went into the living room.

“How bad was that?” Sylvie asked Gwen as they waited. Whatever problem she'd possibly imagined her Ulfric having, it certainly wasn't this.

“Could have been worse. The fact that he let Richard get that close so quickly is a good sign. Looks like he was punished for his nightmares, probably for waking his guardians.” Gwen said, curling up to Sylvie’s side as she answered.

“No child should react like that. And I’ve never seen Richard like that either.” Sylvie said first fiercely, and then reflectively.

“It seems Harry is good for our Ulfric.” Gwen said with a smile. She looked at Sylvie and the two women shared smiles. They looked to the hall as Richard approached, a hesitant figure behind him.

“Harry this is Sylvie and Gwen. Sylvie is the pack Geri, my second in command. Gwen is her partner." Richard introduced the two to Harry, careful to stay between Harry and the women.

“Partner?” Harry said tentativley, as he frowned in confusion.

“We’re together.” Sylvie said bluntly. If the kid had a problem with that, well, it was his problem.

“Oh. Is that possible?” He said in astonishment. That earnt him some amused smiles.

“Yes it is. Does it bother you?” Gwen asked gently.

“Why would it?” Harry asked in genuine confusion.

“A lot of people see it as wrong.” Gwen explained.

“I think Aunt Petunia said something like that, but she lied a lot.” Harry offered as he shifted uncomfortably, obviously still a little out of it from his dream. “Is this pack stuff? Do you want me to go back to my room?” he asked Richard.

“Actually Harry, I would like to talk to you.” Gwen said, not surprised when Harry eyed her suspiciously.

“Why?” he spat out, like an accusation.

“Do you know what a psychologist is?” Gwen asked.

“I’m not crazy!” Harry said in alarm as he backed away and into Richard who rested his hands gently on the panicking teens shoulders.

“No one thinks you are. I called Gwen because I’m worried about you and I care about what happens to you. I don't think you're crazy Harry.” Richard said as he tried to calm Harry. He crouched so Harry could see the seriousness in his eyes. “I think you need to talk to someone, because your nightmares are getting worse kiddo,” he said gently. He smiled, using Jason’s nickname for Harry. It usually annoyed Harry since there was only four years between the two.

“I can’t, we’re not supposed to talk about that stuff.” Harry said.

“Harry, anything you say to me is covered by doctor/patient confidentiality, so I can’t legally tell anyone. On top of that, Richard is my Ulfric and can order me not to speak about it, and I will obey him.” Gwen said.

“I…” Harry stuttered as he looked wildly between the three. He really didn’t want to do this and he felt trapped by these people he didn't know. Why did they want to help him anyway? What would people think if they learned their precious saviour couldn’t even protect himself? That he relied on others to do it for him? What would Richard think?

“It’s okay Harry. Please, just try.” Richard said softly. Harry stared into Richard’s concerned eyes and found himself nodding slowly. Richard smiled and hugged him. “I’m proud of you, no matter what.” He whispered for Harry’s ears alone. Then he straightened. “Sylvie and I’ll go out for a bit and let you two talk,” he said, as Sylvie stood to join him.

“NO!” Harry yipped out in a painfully embarrassing high tone. Being a teenager sucked. Harry was grateful that his voice hadn't changed too much. He still sounded a lot like he had when he was younger, just a bit deeper now. And the voice changes had nearly stopped. Richard paused as Harry grabbed his shirt. “Please stay.” Harry begged him.

“Do you want Richard to hear this as well or just be nearby in case you need him?” Gwen asked softly, watching Harry shift nervously.

“Nearby.” Harry decided after a minute.

“All right, we’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything.” Richard said and watched as Harry curled defensively on the couch while Gwen sat in the chair opposite before leaving with Sylvie.
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“Stop pacing.” Sylvie snapped at him. Richard had been doing so ever since they'd left Harry and Gwen.

“Sorry.” Richard apologised to her as he sat down.

“You’re really worried about him.” Sylvie said as she studied Richard.

“Why wouldn’t I be? You saw him! If you knew half what I do about his life…” Richard trailed off.

“Bad?” Sylvie asked.

“Yeah.” Richard said shortly.

“Gwen won’t do anything to hurt him Richard.” Sylvie said, trying to reassure Richard, not as her Ulfric, but as a, well, a concerned parent.

“I know. I just wish he could tell me.” Richard tried to explain to Sylvie his frustration and nervousness.

“Maybe he feels like he can’t, that you’ll be disappointed.” Sylvie suggested a bit uncomfortably.

“That’s ridiculous.” Richard snapped. Why would Harry think Richard was disappointed in him?

“To you maybe, but to a scared teenager?” She shrugged. After all, Richard seemed to be forgetting that for all it sounded like he'd been through a lot, it was only a scared and scarred teenager sitting on his sofa talking to Gwen.

“Harry’s braver than you know. It’s like he’s gotten worse since he moved in. When we met he was very confident. I mean, he was still a little suspicious but that’s natural when meeting a complete stranger, and now…” Richard said.

“Maybe it’s just that he finally feels safe enough to allow everything out. He seems to trust you.” Sylvie said, even as she desperately wondered when the others would be finished. She wasn't the psychologist, that was Gwen's job.

“I guess.” Richard allowed.

“Do you know what you’re going to do next week? Do you want to leave him by himself?" Sylvie asked, thinking of the full moon next week. Everyone would be shifting. Who would take care of her Ulfric's new cousin then?

“I don't really know. I’d ask Anita but she needs to be there for the pard and tonight was a reaction to her so she’s definitely out. And there's no way I’m asking any of Jean-Claude’s people.” Richard said vehemently.

“What about that co-worker of Anita’s? The one who just married the cop. He’d be good company and he’s a vampire executioner so he’d be good protection.” Sylvie suggested, pleased her Ulfric had come up with a problem she could help solve. She hated feeling useless.

“Not a bad idea, if he’s free.” Richard said gratefully.

“You plan on introducing Harry to the pack as a whole?” She asked. It would be interesting if Richard did.

“No, I don’t want him pulled any further into our world than I have too. He has enough to deal with as it is. Maybe when he’s older.” Richard said, and then fell quiet, fighting the urge to listen to the conversation he knew was happening in the next room.

TBC…
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