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Lycanthrope Factory	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter Views: 23091 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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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.
Chapter Six – Touring

Anita breathed in deeply as she watched Dolph and Bradford have at each other. Bradford pulling rank and taking over. No one was very happy with her for the fact that she had invited the feds to take over. It didn’t matter to her who got credit, she wanted the people who had hurt Harry found and brought to justice, so she was content to ignore the glares some were giving her, particularly Detective Arnet, who was still trying after Nathaniel and thought she was abusing him.
When Bradford managed to actually get in to see the recovered documents, he was watched excessively like a suspicious hoodie in a grocery store. Anita rolled her eyes at the childishness of some people and pointed out crucial passages and a lot of doctor gibberish and jargon that they had had to bring in a professional to put it into layman’s terms, which were noted down in a notebook beside the folders.
“This is hideous.” Bradford told her, whispering as if the horror of the experiments was just too much to say any louder.
“I told you this was bad.” Anita replied, frowning at the folders as she pulled on her own pair of gloves to handle them. They had all been dusted for prints, but not even a partial fingerprint had been found, though spots and smears of blood were normal. It was believed that the doctors always wore surgical gloves, so they wouldn’t find any fingerprints. Every single pen and pencil that had survived the fire had been dusted and again nothing. These people were too smart. It made Anita want to catch them sooner.
“Bad? Blake this is seriously as far from bad as you can get, this is disgusting! I’m almost lost for words.”
Anita sighed heavily and thought back to the tiny boy in the underground of the Circus. He was coming on in fits and bursts, but as soon as they thought they were on familiar ground, Harry turned around and blindsided them with something completely new. Like the bird and snake lycanthropy he hadn’t mentioned, the whole being fed blood via IV thing, the barking at Bradford earlier that day. She could honestly say she was sick to death of surprises, she wanted to know what had been done to Harry in full, she wanted to help him recover and she wanted the people who did this to suffer like he had. He had been an eight year old boy and they had turned him into a hybrid monster for no more reason than their scientific experiments. Then there was the whole ‘strange energy’ Harry had going on, how the hell could he freeze some of the strongest people she knew completely solid for three days! It was unexplainable.
“I was going to have my team come in and look at this, but with your boys being so uncooperative, I’ll get them straight onto field work. Do you have the location of the Factory?”
“Sure, I’m not going to forget where that place is for a long while.”
“I want to see and speak to Harry again if possible, I know he doesn’t much like me at the moment, but he has information that we need Blake.”
“I know. Hopefully he’ll be better the second time around, he reacted to us just fine, I have no idea why he’s suddenly shy around strangers because we’re all practically strangers to him anyway.”
“I just hope it doesn’t last, this case is going to be hard enough without our only surviving witness to be uncooperative.” Bradford told her seriously and Anita sighed once again. She knew he was right, but how did you tell that to someone as mentally messed up as Harry?
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Harry was awake again only two hours after he had fallen asleep. Richard looked to him, sprawled over the floor staring at something that had his eyes flitting from side to side. He tried once again to see what Harry was looking at, but he saw nothing.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply and calmly. He needed to keep his cool around Harry. He was one of the only people that Harry actually trusted. If he broke that trust or even damaged it, they could end up alienating Harry and that was the last thing in the world he wanted to do, he wanted to help Harry, not cut him off from the only people the teenager could trust.
“Richard!”
He startled and turned to look at Harry who had called out to him, the boy was still staring at nothing, his eyes tracking something that only he could see restlessly.
“What’s the matter Harry?”
“Come here.” Harry said lightly, no demand at all in his soft voice, very much making it a choice on his part.
Richard chose to go to Harry, kneeling down beside him, then laying down next to him when Harry urged him down, tugging on his hand.
“What’s that?” Harry asked curiously, pointing at the ceiling, his finger moving constantly, tracking the same something his eyes were.
Richard frowned and looked, but he could only see the dark, black of the stone ceiling.
“It’s the ceiling Harry.”
“No, not that. That!” Harry insisted. “It’s near the light.”
Richard looked near the light, but he saw nothing.
“I can’t see what you’re seeing Harry.”
“Can’t you? Why?”
“I can’t see what you’re seeing Harry.” Richard said slowly and clearly, hoping he didn’t upset Harry in any way.
“But it’s right there, those floaty things.”
Richard blinked and as soon as ‘floaty things’ was mentioned he had an idea as to what it would be. He looked and sure enough, there were dust motes floating in the air, seen only near the lights of Jean-Claude’s living room. He sighed.
“That’s dust Harry.”
“Dust.” Harry repeated thoughtfully. “The caging room never had dust, nor the experiment rooms or the offices.”
“You were kept in a very sterile place Harry.”
Harry nodded. “Can dust hurt us?”
“No.” Richard said shaking his head empathetically. “Not unless you’re asthmatic.”
“What’s ashtatic?”
“Asthmatic Harry.” Richard repeated more clearly. “It’s a respiratory disease caused by an allergy to dust.”
“Oh. Do I have Ashtagic?”
“Asthma and no. At least I don’t think you do. Have you ever had a really bad, tight feeling in your chest or difficulty breathing?”
“No. I don’t think so. There was the one time they pushed the huge needle through the bone in my back, that made my chest hurt, is that ashma?”
Richard’s own chest, as well as his throat, felt tight as Harry let that bombshell slip as easily and as unconcerned as if he had done nothing more than announce he was going to go berry picking.
“No Harry, that’s not asthma.”
“Okay.”
Harry turned away from his dust watching to snuggle into his side and he yawned. Richard hoped he dropped off to sleep again. He couldn’t keep up with Harry; he couldn’t keep up with his strange sleeping patterns, one night sleeping for fourteen hours straight, the next waking up every two hours.
“I like you Richard, you don’t make me feel stupid or treat me like I don’t understand, even when I don’t.”
“I’d be a poor teacher if I did Harry. Go to sleep for a bit okay.”
“Okay.”
Richard celebrated his small victory mentally, holding Harry tightly and wondering how long it would take before he could move safely, or if any movement at all would wake Harry up.
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Anita nodded to the detectives standing guard at the warehouse driveway, she flashed her badge and Bradford did the same. She kept it out, she’d have to flash it to every cop she came across.
The site was still being processed, the grounds still being painstakingly dug up to reveal more skeletons and bones, they had found an odd arm with no other bones, they’d found a skeleton with no head and a recent burial site where the bodies hadn’t yet started decomposing, there were four bodies in the grave and they were hoping they held more clues that could lead them to something.
“This place is a horror site.” Bradford hissed as he watched the team digging out more bones.
“Wait until you see the inside.” Anita grumbled unhappily as she flashed her badge to the man who came jogging to intercept her and Bradford.
“Who called in the feds?” The man scowled.
“I did.” Anita snapped back.
Anita shoved her badge under the noses of the two police men on guard at the door to the warehouse and they reluctantly let her and Bradford into the factory.
It was a small receiving room first, nicely carpeted and complete with reception desk and fake plant in a blue ceramic pot. The next room was a long, carpeted corridor, there were five doors here, two on either side of the corridor and one at the very far end opposite the door they had come through.
“What’s in those rooms?” Bradford asked as Anita went past them.
“Burnt out offices. The firefighters saved as much as they could, but most of them are very damaged on the inside.”
“Harry was found in one of these offices?”
“No, there are more offices at the back, he was in one of those, we think this was the ‘public’ face of the warehouse, where packages were delivered and where corporate spokes people were brought, they had to amass a lot of equipment, they needed to put on a show for that, we think these offices were for that purpose.”
Bradford nodded his understanding but he stopped mid motion as Anita opened the door at the very end, opening up into an absolutely huge space filled with solid, very shiny cages which Anita had said were made out of mostly silver and titanium.
He swallowed convulsively and just looked at the amount of cages, stacked up on one another, on tables, under tables, everywhere. If he didn’t know any better and he had been brought here first, he would have said he was dealing with illegal, unlicensed, freelance veterinarians or people abusing or experimenting on animals. There was no way humans had fitted into some of these cages.
He got onto his knees and looked into one cage, measuring it critically with his mind.
“This cage is too small.” He shook his head. “No adult fit in this cage.”
“There weren’t just adults here Bradford, teenagers, young adults; we found the skeletons of children in the grounds.”
Bradford felt his steel stomach roll and he fought to keep everything he had eaten down. This place was monstrous; the people who had done this to other people with such a clinical detachment had been monstrous.
“Which cage was Harry in?” He couldn’t help but asked weakly, swallowing back that weakness; he was an FBI agent for crying out loud!
Anita turned and walked to a small cage stacked on top of another, bigger cage, she pointed to the number on the little paper label. It was Harry’s number.
“That cage isn’t big enough to hold him.”
“Hence why he has a curved spine and difficulty walking upright.” Anita told him. “Come on, I want to see what you make of the autopsy labs.”
Bradley wasn’t sure he wanted to see what he’d make of the autopsy labs, the amount of blood on the floor of the ‘caging room’ was already making him feel sick, he wasn’t sure how he was going to handle Autopsy labs.
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“Richard!” Harry pouted at him and Richard really wanted to hand him off to someone else. He had been with Harry all night and all day again and he hadn’t had more than an hour’s sleep at a time. Harry might be able to survive on two hour bursts of sleep when he felt like it, but he couldn’t and the last thing he wanted to do was snap at Harry because he was tired.
“What’s the matter Harry?”
“What’s that?”
They had been playing this ‘game’ for three hours and Richard wasn’t sure how much more he could take of Harry’s endless questions and childlike curiosity.
“It’s one of Jean-Claude’s stickpins Harry; you use it to keep a tie in place.”
“Oh, what’s the red thing at the end?”
“It’s a ruby Harry, an expensive gemstone.”
“Oh. I like it.”
“You may have it if you wish, mon petit pétale.” Jean-Claude told the young boy as he swept into the room and picked Harry up from his desk and sat down with him in his lap, still holding the stickpin.
“Really? I can have it to keep? I don’t have anything of my own to keep.” Harry said as he sat there twisting and turning the stickpin between his fingers.
Jean-Claude held Harry tightly and looked at his exhausted wolf.
“Why do you not go into my bedroom and sleep for a while, Mon Ami.”
Richard nodded and yawned, getting up and stretching before heading to the bedroom.
“Richard! Where are you going?” Harry asked panicked, his eyes wide.
“I’m just going to sleep for a while Harry.”
“You slept with me.” Harry said confusedly.
“It wasn’t for long enough Harry.”
Harry blinked, not understanding and it was obviously upsetting him as his lower lip trembled.
“Do you not like me?”
“Of course I like you Harry.” Richard explained slowly and clearly, moving his mouth deliberately to sound out the words carefully. “But I need to sleep; don’t you like Jean-Claude?”
Harry nodded slowly. “Yes, but I like you more.” Harry said seriously and with no regard for anyone else’s thoughts or feelings.
Richard felt a warm bubble fill him with those words and he hugged Harry gently.
“I like you too Harry, but I really need some sleep. I’ll be back later, I promise.”
“You will come back, you’re not going to leave and not come back?”
“No, I’ll be right down the corridor, I promise to come back.”
“Okay, but come back soon?”
“I’ll be back soon Harry, just enjoy your time with Jean-Claude.”
Harry nodded and went right on to questioning Jean-Claude about things Richard had already answered. He didn’t know if it was because Harry had forgotten that he had asked those questions before, that Harry didn’t believe him or if Harry just wanted to be absolutely sure he had the correct answer. He’d ask Lillian later, but only after he’d had a good amount of decent sleep.
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Bradley wanted to vomit. He really did. There was no body on the autopsy table anymore, it had long since been removed, but the blood spray and all the pools of blood were still there and due to the high definition, colour photos, he could clearly imagine the woman strapped down onto that table, shrieking and flailing as much as her restraints allowed as her chest was opened up while she was alive.
He shivered and turned away, trying to hold his stomach inside his body, even as it threatened to crawl up his throat. He gagged but controlled it, breathing shallowly and slowly. He turned back around, glad that Anita wasn’t drawing any attention to his episode and seemed content to leave him alone without ribbing him.
He tried to take everything in, the blood, the actual table, the restraints built into said table, this showed clear intent to what the so called ‘doctors’ had had planned for their creations. They wanted to study them, right up to how they worked after they had been changed. They were sociopaths, to have done this to other human beings, to treat them as experiments, to dissect them alive just to see how they worked was on a level that just horrific. These people needed to be caught, Anita was right, they were too dangerous to allow out into the world to start this over again.
“Do we know anything; was anything found that even hinted where they would go if they had to disband quickly?”
“Not that we’ve found.” Anita answered.
“Do we know who any of them are?”
Anita shook her head, her black curls flying. “Nope, nothing. I called you in because we have nothing Bradford, zilch, absolutely nothing. We need help.”
Bradford sucked in a deep breath and let it go, almost regretting it as the smell of old, congealed blood reached him.
“Right, then we have a lot of work to do. I want teams of people designated to the recovered paperwork, I want this ground excavated as soon as possible and I want Harry to answer as many questions as he can, we’ll need as much information from him in order to find out who he really is, maybe then we can find some leads, but we have to work fast Anita, these people are monsters, sociopaths, but they aren’t stupid, they’ll set this factory up again somewhere else and carry on their work, they’ve gone too far to just leave it now.”
“I know, it’s why I called you in, this has to be sorted and soon, they need to be caught and put behind bars.”
“No.” Bradley said shaking his head. “They’ll get the death penalty for this Anita, aggravated crimes against humanity, kidnap, murder, unlawful contamination of a human with lycanthropy, infecting children with lycanthropy and god knows what else, they all face the death penalty.”
“Maybe that’s for the best.” Anita said hollowly. “People this dangerous can’t be allowed to ever re-join society. I don’t want to think on the fact that right now they could be in a different city or state doing the same thing to other innocent people.”
“They could be, which gives us all the more incentive to find them. I’ll call in my team, I’ll get them here as soon as I can, I’ll contact my superiors and clue them in, the more men the better on this one Anita. We need separate teams doing all the run down work, I won’t let them near Harry, I’ll do that personally with you if you’d like, but people need to be aware and on alert about this.”
Anita nodded and sighed, moving out of the autopsy room and binning her latex gloves. She begged, she prayed that these people were found soon, the alternative didn’t bare thinking about. Having more cases like this one, having more victims like Harry, it steeled her resolve to do absolutely anything and everything in her power or otherwise to take down this ring of mentally sick people, the longer they were at large, the bigger their opportunity to do this again.
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A/N: It is incredibly short, but it’s all I can get out at this time as it has given me no end of troubles!
This is the third part of my Valentine’s gift to my readers, three out of four of my fics updated and at this point I think we can count the fourth one as a no show sorry. This took longer than I thought it would for such a short chapter.
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