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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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Last Time
Richard’s hand moved up to cup Harry’s head, possible twenty year old be damned, Harry had been through such a terrible ordeal, had lived such a terrible life, even before he had been put into a cage by those so called doctors. Richard just wanted him to get better, but if he was a twenty year old man, could they undo twenty years of such harsh, clinical treatment? Twenty years of systematic abuse and mistreatment? It was a lot to ask and a lot of Harry’s behaviour and mental state were still unknown, but if what they had seen so far, coupled together with the complete lack of progress, were any indication then it was going to be a very long road and at this current moment in time, there was no light at the end of the tunnel.
Chapter Eight – Experimental Madness
Anita had gotten just about three hours of sleep before Nathaniel was shaking her shoulder and handing her phone over, it was a true testament to how tired she was lately that she hadn’t actually heard the phone going off in the first place or stirred when Nathaniel and Micah had.
“Blake.” She grunted into the phone and rolled over onto her back.
“Did I wake you?” Bradford asked, sounding amused.
“What gave it away?” Anita asked sourly.
“The grunt of ‘Blake’ down the phone and your boyfriend answering it like he’s your PA.”
“Leave it.” Anita grumbled. “What did you want; it’s seven in the goddamned morning.”
“I know and I’ve been wanting to call you for the last hour. The guys found a small note in another file about specimen one hundred and sixteen.”
Anita blinked and it took her only a moment to figure it out and she sat up sharply. “That’s Harry’s specimen number, what did the notation say?”
“That the doctor conducting the experiment had to stop in the middle because he was interrupted by specimen one hundred and sixteen acting up and that one of the other doctors gave him a spoon full of honey to quieten him.”
“Sweet stuff.” Anita said with a painful swallow. “He said that one doctor always gave him a spoonful of sweet stuff to get him to cooperate with experiments and things. I didn’t know what he meant.”
“He meant honey.” Bradford said softly. “Anita, some of the experiments that the guys are uncovering are horrific. They got the women purposefully pregnant to harvest the conceived embryos for stem cells. They found out that wereanimal conceived embryos made for more potent stem cells and if they found the DNA chain that made them wereanimals, those stem cells could be used on humans without turning them into wereanimals themselves. Anita they were selling this stuff to major research corporations around the world.”
“What do you need?” Anita asked.
“I need you to come down here and take a look at it all. They played around with their organs, we need to have Harry checked out properly and with more heavy duty equipment, they happily swapped their organs around Anita to see if they healed over it on the full moons.”
“Did they?” Anita didn’t think she was breathing as she whispered the question to Bradford.
“It was hit and miss according to the files, some of the stronger lycanthropes healed over the surgery and their bodies accepted a third lung or another heart, but some of the weaker lycanthropes rejected the new, unneeded organs, coughing them up or their bodies broke them down and used them for food or energy, but the strongest of them could actually grow back taken organs, but the weaker ones couldn’t, we’ve found several bodies buried in the fresher graves with missing organs, perhaps this explains what happened to them.”
Anita swallowed and got up, heading into the bathroom for the shower.
“I’ll be with you as soon as I can Bradford, give me an hour and I’ll be at the station.”
“I’ll see you then Anita, but keep an eye on Harry, try and find out if he’s had these sorts of experiments performed on him before you come, they did these experiments while they were mostly awake and aware, they didn’t stock much anaesthetic and it wouldn’t keep a wereanimal down for long anyway, that’s why they needed the restraints, if they performed major surgery on him like this, he should remember.”
“I’ll see if he’s awake and I’ll ask, but I don’t want to wake him special just to ask him this, he’s a pain for Asher and Richard, you know he’s forced them to sleep in the same bed tonight, even though Asher was just sat there as he can only die at dawn, but every time one of them went to move out of the bed, Harry would wake up and throw a fit.”
“He was always going to be a handful Anita; he doesn’t know how to act properly.” Micah said diplomatically from the bed.
She nodded her understanding and sighed. “I just wish he wasn’t so…messy.”
Micah actually sighed back at her. “He’s been abused for many years Anita, you can’t realistically expect him to be a clean, upstanding member of society, he has to be taught and re-educated on everything he’s learnt so far. He doesn’t know how to act in regular society, he doesn’t know how to behave, what normal people do in certain situations, we have to teach him that.”
Anita nodded before turning back to the phone. “I’ll be there as soon as I can Bradford.” Was all she said as she cut the line and went to her dresser to pull out an outfit before going to shower. Today was not going to be a good day, she could already tell that.
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Anita slipped into Asher’s bedroom, he was still fully dressed and dead for the day in the bed, Harry was snuggled up tightly to his cold body and Richard was fast asleep spooning behind him, one of his arms pulled over Harry and his large hand was held in a punishing grip between both of Harry’s own.
She didn’t want to disturb them, so she inched her way back out of the door, just as Harry sat up and looked directly at her, jolting Richard awake with him.
“What do you want? Go away!” Harry demanded and Anita stood up straighter.
“Anita?” Richard said drowsily. “Was matter?”
“I didn’t want to disturb you, I was just leaving.”
“Why did you come here? What did you need?”
Anita looked to Harry, then back to Richard.
“Bradford found files on experiments, they played around with the specimens organs, I came to see if Harry was awake.”
“I had my heart moved once.” Harry said innocently before Richard could say anything.
“Moved or removed Harry?”
Harry blinked and frowned and he did that movement with his lips that Anita knew now meant that he didn’t understand.
“Did the doctors keep your heart inside your body or did they take it out?”
“No lycanthrope can survive having their heart messed with.”
“They moved it, to the other side of my chest.” Harry hit his chest with his fist, on the right side of his ribcage, the opposite side to where his heart should have been.
“Did they move it back?” Richard asked faintly.
Harry shook his head. “No, it moved back on its own when the big moon came out.”
“The full moon? It went back to the left side of your chest when you turned into a wereanimal?”
Harry nodded happily at having been understood.
“Did they mess around with any of your other organs? Take any away, add new ones?”
Harry frowned so hard he was almost pouting. “I don’t think it’s an organ, but the doctors said it was. They said it was a sex organ.”
Richard went pale under his summer tan and Anita felt light headed. “They played around with your sex organs?”
Harry nodded with a smile. “They added female sex organs to my body and the animal healed over them. They were going to…do something.”
“Do what?” Anita whispered, not sure she wanted to know any more.
“Artafical insemina…inseminay.”
“Artificial insemination?” Richard demanded furiously.
Harry nodded. “They wanted to see if my new parts worked after my animals accepted it.”
“My god.” Anita swallowed heavily, her eyes were blurring around the edges with the horror of what she was hearing. “I have to go and meet Bradford, after what they’ve found, all of those pregnant women buried at the factory site, I wonder how many of them they just assumed were women because of the pregnancy and are actually men with female sex organs. I wonder where they got the sperm donations from, if the doctors used their own samples for testing, we might have their DNA.”
“It’s more likely they used a sperm bank or the experiments samples.” Richard told her softly, as if the horror were too great to speak any louder than a whisper.
Anita felt light and shaky, not at all fit to do anything, but she had to do something, this had to stop. She just wanted this nightmare over and done with. She wanted this case to go away.
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Richard cursed Anita. Harry wouldn’t go back to sleep, he claimed to have had enough, but they’d only gotten a hour and a half and Richard just could not carry on, on such a short amount of sleep. His body was already trying to shut down, but Harry’s poking, pinching and shouts in his ear kept him alert and from the gentle arms of sleep.
Richard threw an large, muscular arm around Harry and dragged him down, holding him to the front of his body and not letting him get back up. No matter how much he struggled.
“Richard! No more sleep!” Harry declared unhappily.
“You said you wanted to be nocturnal like the vampires Harry. It’s day time.” Richard said, knowing it was wrong, that he should be encouraging Harry being awake at this time, but it was just so goddamned early and on a Saturday too!
“But I’m not sleepy.”
“I’m sure you will be if you just close your eyes and lay still.” Richard told him softly, part of his sentence being broken up by a massive yawn that made Harry giggle.
Richard fell off to sleep easily; too tired to stay awake for much longer, but Harry pouted at him and slid out from under that heavy arm.
He poked and called to Asher, but he was ignored. He even pulled up Asher’s eyelid, but the vampire remained still and silent. Harry huffed and slid from the bed, he occupied himself for an hour just crawling around the floor, passing under the bed with a soft giggle and going flat on his belly and using his arms to pull himself underneath the chair.
He soon got bored of his game however and the bedroom door called to him. He twisted the orb like the other vampire had shown him and he laughed to himself as he trotted out and started a four hour stream of mayhem that completely disrupted the workings of the Circus and the guards.
He moved props for acts so their owners couldn’t find them when they rehearsed their acts, he slammed doors which made the guards rush around looking for intruders that weren’t in the Circus, he tied shoelaces to chair legs, tipped away all the energy drinks in the gym rest room after a lick of one made his face screw up, he opened one door to the outside, but after the light that almost blinded him made him feel sick, he ran, leaving the outside, employee door open, which sent the guards into a further panic and when he thought for sure he would be caught and punished, he slipped back into Asher’s bedroom and slid back under Richard’s heavy arm, which tightened and pulled him into the werewolf’s large chest tighter and more securely.
Harry smiled to himself, he’d had a good day, even if it had been without Richard and Asher, he’d love to do it again sometime, but for now, he needed to take a little sleep.
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Anita rubbed her face as she looked to the files laid out before her like a damning stamp of horror. The clinical detachedness that the ‘doctors’ had used while writing up their reports and experimentations was sickening. It was like they were merely testing on fruits or plants rather than living, breathing people that thought and felt everything that was done to them.
“There’s something else as well Anita.” Bradford told her quietly, as if the horror was too much to say any louder.
“What?” She asked. She had told Bradford about the rearranging of Harry’s heart and the addition of female sex organs that these people had forced on him and then tried to artificially inseminate him just to see if they worked. The people in charge of the excavation outside were now going back over the pregnant ‘women’ to see if they were actually women after all, apparently they could tell female from male from the shape of the bones, they hadn’t checked before. But what could be worse than that? What could be worse than giving males female sex organs and then getting them pregnant with sperm samples?
She shouldn’t have asked as a locked filing cabinet, saved from being burnt and miraculously saved from the water and foam of the firefighters, contained hundreds upon hundreds of little disks. DVD disks.
“They filmed some of the experiments.” Bradford told her softly. “I’m going to get my people working on these and watching them, we’ll look out for Harry, but hopefully we may have some faces or at the very least body specifications to search for.”
“You might find that the ‘doctors’ stay out of the camera shot.” Anita sighed, well aware that it just couldn’t be that simple and lamenting the fact that it couldn’t be that simple.
“Either way, we have physical proof that this was a factory, we have bodies above and below ground and we have Harry. If we can find these people Anita, they’re as good as dead. This is the death penalty for sure.”
“We need to find and apprehend them first.”
“I’m hoping that it’s only a matter of time.” Bradford told her with a long suffering sigh.
“They’re going to know that this is a capital offense Bradford. They’re not going to make it easy to find them. This has been going on for fuck knows how many years, right under our noses! They managed to set this factory up, get people and children into this building to experiment on, they got all the equipment and medicine they needed, all without anyone noticing!”
“People noticed.” Bradley told her.
“What do you mean?”
“A fresh body has been found, it has to be less than four months old, no lycanthropy or vampirism and death by a sharp blow to the head. Probably a civilian wandered across their factory, saw what they were doing and they disposed of him.”
“So not only have they experimented and killed selected victims, they’ve killed others just for wandering across the factory?”
“It looks like it. The unknown male is the only body we’ve found without lycanthropy or vampirism, so I don’t think many people stumbled across it, but I have reason to believe that those that did, were disposed of.”
“Why not use them as further experiments’?” Anita asked.
“I’m not sure, but I think it’s because they had no shortage of experiments.”
“Could it possibly be that the ‘specimens’ were handpicked?” Anita asked, swallowing as that sentence would take this case to a whole new level of horror.
“We can’t find any of the reported missing peoples among the freshly dead that we can actually identify. It is likely that they were handpicked and kidnapped to order; my team have a lot of wild theories about the whole thing.”
“Harry wasn’t kidnapped I don’t think, if his family disliked him and treated him as badly as Harry remembers, then what’s the likelihood of him being sold to these people?”
Bradford swallowed uncomfortably. “I wouldn’t like to think on anyone selling a child into this, but we have to cover all bases, we need to find the Dursley family and question them thoroughly on why they treated Harry as they did and why they sold or gave him to these doctors.”
“Do you have someone working on that too?”
“I’m doing that personally, right after I’ve caught up with the goings on here, but I thought you’d like to know what we found.”
Anita nodded. “I’m going to try and get some more information from Harry if I can. I’ll call you if I can get anything from him.”
“And likewise, I’ll call you if I catch up to the Dursley family. I hope it’s not like yesterday though, where I’m just buffered from neighbour to neighbour talking about how brilliant the family was, how hardworking, how clean, how ethical. I just want to find them and question the bastards.”
Anita nodded and set off out of the office to her jeep. She was going to get back to the Circus and hopefully Harry would be in a better, more sharing mood than he had yesterday, especially with Richard there with him.
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Richard was jerked awake by someone barging through the door. He was up and sat in front of Harry, who was blinking sleepy green eyes, rubbing his face and looking to where the door had been barged open.
When he saw Claudia, Lisandro, Bobby-Lee and his own werewolf Graham he sighed.
“What’s the matter? What’s wrong?”
“That little pest has been terrorising us all morning!” Lisandro burst out.
Richard looked to Harry plastered to his side, still blinking sleep from his eyes.
“We’ve been asleep all morning.” Richard said as he shook his head. “He couldn’t have done it, he hasn’t left my side.”
“He’s the only one here who would do such a thing!”
“Harry, have you been here sleeping with me?” Richard asked gently and easily for Harry’s ease of understanding.
Harry nodded. “Yes. I’ve been sleeping here with you and Asher.”
“See, he’s not lying.” Richard pointed out. “I know you can taste his lies too.”
“Have you been outside of this room?” Graham asked.
“Yes.” Harry answered simply. “This is Asher’s bedroom. I’ve got my own room, I’ve been in the bathroom, the living room, Asher took me to see the Circus up top…”
“That’s not what we meant!” Lisandro stated angrily.
Harry cowered away and buried into Richard.
“That’s what you get for asking ambiguous questions!” Richard snapped.
“Fine! Have you been out of this room today?”
Harry snuggled into Richard, if they could taste his lies, like he could them, then maybe he shouldn’t answer.
“See! He refuses to answer because he’s guilty!”
“Or because you’ve terrified him half to death!” Richard defended. “I would have felt him leaving the bed, I would have felt his warmth missing from my side or are you trying to claim I am not a fit Ulfric?!”
The wererat dropped his gaze at that and backed off. Graham went to his knees and shuffled to the edge of the bed before he held his hand out for Richard to either take or ignore. Richard took it and pulled Graham to his feet, patting his forearm gently.
“Harry has not left this bed, let alone this room. I suggest you go and pin the blame on someone else not just a convenient target. I won’t let you attack him or blame him for something he hasn’t done just because you can.”
Harry hid a smile into Richard’s side. He liked knowing that he would protect him, though lying to Richard felt strange, he frowned, he didn’t know what that feeling was either.
“Hey, it’s alright.” Richard encouraged. “I think you’ve done really well today and sleeping for as long as you have. Do you want to go outside?”
“Sun makes me itchy.” Harry answered a few minutes later after he’d processed what Richard had told him.
“We can stay in the shade if you’d like, out of the sun, and see if it’s just direct sunlight or being out in daylight that makes you itchy.”
Harry nodded and let Richard dress him, before dressing himself and Harry held his hand for Richard to take.
When they reached the stairs, Harry frowned at them, he’d gotten better at going up, but he’d gone up twice already, three times was going to be hard.
He managed halfway up before he stopped and held his arms up for Richard to carry him. Richard sighed and picked him up, sitting him on his hip.
“I have no idea why they thought you could have done anything; you can’t even get up the stairs.” Richard blew out a breath and Harry snuggled in tight, even tighter when he felt the sun on him.
Richard went to a grassy bank on the far end on the Circus parking lot and settled Harry down under the shade of a large tree and sat down in front of him, more in the sun, loving the feel of it on his skin and letting his wolf bask in the bright warmth of the bright light.
“Richard.” Harry whispered as if he were revealing a secret in a crowded room, not on a deserted grass bank with no one around to hear them.
“What’s the matter Harry?” He asked as he leant forward.
“Is that man coming back today?”
“Man? What ma…” Richard stopped as he realised the only ‘man’ Harry had come across and didn’t like was Detective Bradley Bradford. “You mean Detective Bradford? I don’t know Harry, but I wouldn’t have thought so.”
Harry stared at his mouth for a long time and Richard wondered if he should repeat himself in simpler terms when Harry suddenly grinned and crawled forward to hug him.
“Thank you!” He said sincerely. Richard didn’t have the heart to tell him he didn’t actually know if Agent Bradford was coming today or not, nor did he have the power to stop him if he did, but he hugged Harry back all the same and kissed his forehead.
Harry frowned up at him at that and touched the spot he had kissed.
“I’m sorry Harry; I didn’t mean to kiss you, I just…”
“What was it?” Harry asked as he looked at his hand as if expecting something to be on it.
“It was a kiss Harry.” Richard said with a frown of his own.
“What does it do?”

“What does it…? Harry it’s a kiss to show that you love someone. That you care about them. Have you never been kissed before?”
Harry pushed his bottom lip out into a pout, thinking hard. He shook his head.
“No.” He said simply. “I’ve never had one; does that mean no one loves me?”
“I kissed you didn’t I?” Richard pointed out quickly, not really thinking it through or thinking of any repercussions, but he couldn’t let sweet, confused, little Harry go around thinking that no one loved him, whether tiny teen or not, a young boy needed to know he had someone who loved him.
Harry’s face opened up and he bounced excitedly where he sat as he nodded. “Yes! Yes you did!”
Harry kissed his cheek and hugged him tight. “I love you too!”
Richard laughed, from the hug, the declaration and the soft, dry kiss. It was all so innocent that he thought nothing more of it. Perhaps if he remembered Anita’s anger towards Harry and her jealousy to sharing ‘her’ men with anyone else, he might have.
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A/N: A short one just to keep it flowing, but with the revelation that Harry now has women’s internal organs, things are hotting up and the urge to find the ‘doctors’ is growing, but will they ever be found and can Harry ever get better?
brightsun89: I’m not sure where in the Anita Blake universe this is set in as the plot was made before I thought that far, but as Wicked and Truth are there, it has to be after Incubus Dreams, but it’s before Haven, so before Danse Macabre. That leaves only Micah, where Anita wasn’t in Saint Louis, so I’ll say after Micah, but in the small time frame before Augustine comes to Saint Louis and Haven appears in Danse Macabre to play at Pomme de Sang, so the beginning of Danse Macabre, before everything blows up over the Harlequin.
Astiar: Harry wasn’t taken, the Dursleys sold him when he was eight to one of the doctors, he has no knowledge of who he is, magic, or anything from that world. Without Harry there Sirius never had a reason to break out of Azkaban, so Wormtail never ran off to Voldemort, thus meaning he was never resurrected and is still floating around as a shadow in the Albanian forest.
Dumbledore is looking for him desperately, but with no knowledge of where he’s gone, what he’s currently called, what age he disappeared at or what may have happened, he’s not having much luck as he’s still Headmaster and Supreme Mugwump; he has responsibilities and can’t spend every moment looking for a lost child, but any spare time he has, he does look for him.
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