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Lycanthrope Factory	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter Views: 23091 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Harry Potter; all rights go to J. K. Rowling. I do not own anything from Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter; all rights belong to Laurel K. Hamilton. I make no money for this piece of fictional writing and never will.

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Last Time
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 he might have.
Chapter Nine – Baby Secrets
Anita made it back to the Circus and let herself in. She climbed down the oddly shaped steps as quickly and carefully as she could in her smart heels, it was late afternoon, Jean-Claude should have been up, fed, bathed, dressed and waiting for her.
She was right, he was in his living room, sitting behind the desk, but he wasn’t waiting for her, he had Harry on his lap, who was babbling like an overexcited toddler as Jean-Claude hummed gently at any available intake of breath as he French braided Harry’s hair with gentle, sure fingers.
Asher was watching them both with a stoic face, completely unreadable and Anita wondered if he liked that Jean-Claude was with Harry or if he hated it as he wanted Harry’s affections for himself.
“Hello Harry.” She greeted softly.
The boy still startled as if she had yelled right in his ear at the top of her lungs and looked at her with such wide eyes. She did not miss how one tiny hand reached down and gripped one of Jean-Claude’s own tightly.
“It is alright, mon petit pétale.” Jean-Claude soothed him.
“You shouldn’t treat him like a child.” Anita reminded him yet again.
“I am treating him with kindness.” Jean-Claude said back, no tone or inflection to his voice. “Not like a child.”
“You’re babying him; you’re supposed to be making him fit to live on his own.”
“And is he going to live on his own?” Jean-Claude asked back, a definite hint of something in his voice this time. “He is certainly a Panwere. A werewolf, a wereleopard, a weretiger and a vampire, why would he not live in the Circus, with all the other vampires in this city, with other wereanimals of his own kind, why must he live on his own when none of the others do?”
Anita didn’t know what to say to that, so she said nothing and went onto something else.
“Have you seen Richard?”
“He was called away by your lovely wereleopard to the coalition offices, problems with a werewolf.” Asher answered, speaking for the first time.
“So he didn’t tell you what Harry said this morning?”
“He was in a rush, what did Harry say this morning?” Jean-Claude asked as he shifted Harry more securely onto his lap, wrapping arms around his waist and holding him gently.
“We found a notation of Harry’s specimen number in one of the other files referring to the sweet stuff that Harry likes.”
“Sweet stuff!” Harry grinned excitedly and he bounced on Jean-Claude’s lap.
“What does he mean?” Asher asked.
“Honey, the doctors gave him a spoon of honey to make him compliant.”
Jean-Claude nodded. “I will send someone to go and get him some.”
Harry turned around and kissed the edge of Jean-Claude’s mouth and hugged him. “I love you!” He declared.
Jean-Claude looked shocked, but Anita was angry.
“Don’t do that Harry.” She bit out hardly.
Harry looked at her with wide, frightened eyes. “Why?” He asked. “Richard said it was okay to kiss to show that you loved someone. He kissed me first!”
“Richard kissed you?” Anita asked shocked, but Asher was angry now, finally.
“He kissed you?” He demanded.
Harry frowned and hunched up just a bit, but he nodded. “He said it was okay to kiss those you loved. It was my first ever kiss and my first love!” Harry said, perking up as he spoke.
“Is that what he said?” Anita asked.
Harry nodded. “He said it was because he loved me, that he cared for me. I love Richard too.”
Asher growled and stood up angrily.
“I love you too Asher!” Harry insisted.
“He should not be taking advantage of you so!” Asher hissed as he snatched Harry from Jean-Claude’s lap and held him tightly.
Harry wrapped his arms and legs around Asher’s body.
“I can’t see Richard doing anything with a child, mon ami.” Jean-Claude told Asher softly.
“Then it’s his fault.” Anita said, nodding to Harry.
Harry reeled back and then buried himself in Asher’s shoulder, upset.
“Do not dare blame him!” Asher snarled, raising a hand to cradle the back of Harry’s head. “He is a child! Whether thirteen or twenty, he is still underage in this country! He is a child and you will not accuse him of Richard’s actions!”
“Richard wouldn’t have done this on his own!” Anita said surely. “He’s a teacher, he’s not even attracted to men!”
“Yet he’s the one who kissed Harry and claimed to love him.”
“I said I love him too.” Harry nodded.
“Yours is an innocent love.” Asher tried to explain, but Harry just looked at him blankly.
“He doesn’t understand the difference.” Jean-Claude said as he stood and petted Harry’s braid. “Perhaps this is a misunderstanding. Harry, where too did Richard kiss you?”
It took a few, very tense, minutes as Harry mumbled to himself, trying to get the sentence to filter through his brain. His face lit up as he finally understood and he touched his forehead, on his hairline.
“Here! There was nothing there though, I checked, but Richard said kisses don’t leave anything behind unless a girl is wearing lip stuff. He said it was a sign of love and care and wasn’t supposed to leave anything behind.”
“You see, a simple misunderstanding.” Jean-Claude said happily as he took Harry back from his Témoin and set him on his feet beside the desk, finishing off his French braid before tying it off with a small band and placing an elaborate clip at the end.
Harry giggled as he ran his fingers over the clip, but his hair was too short for him to see the clip. Anita remembered when his hair was only an inch long, nearly bald in some places, just patches of stubble, shorn unevenly and hurriedly. It had grown while he had been asleep and even more during the time he had been awake. It was still uneven in places, as evidenced by the little tufts sticking out of the braid, but Micah had promised he’d sort it when it was a little longer, cutting it all one length again.
Asher picked Harry up when he looked over his shoulder and kept turning in a circle to try and see the clip. Asher picked him up before he could fall over or making himself sick.
Harry hugged him and kissed his chin.
“I love you Asher.” He said softly and sweetly, like an overgrown toddler.
Asher pressed Harry’s head into his shoulder. “I love you too, mon ange.”
“Now back to what Harry said this morning, was it just about the honey?” Jean-Claude asked, getting back to business.
“No, they…those people played around with his organs Jean-Claude. Bradford found bodies with missing organs, some with too many, Harry confirmed they moved his heart and played around with his sex organs.”
“They played with his heart?!” Asher demanded, pressing one hand over Harry’s chest, as if feeling it beating would help, despite that he could hear it beating perfectly.
“They moved it over this side.” Harry said, squirming to get a bit of space and then thumping the right side of his chest again. “But it moved itself back on the big moon.”
“You mentioned they played around with his sex organs?” Jean-Claude questioned after being reassured that Harry’s heart was fine.
“They gave him female sex organs that his body accepted and they were going to artificially inseminate him with a child before the factory was uncovered to make sure they worked.”
The looks on the two vampires’ faces made a picture of disgust and horror and Anita sighed. It became more hideous after every retelling, just the thought of those doctors using these people to harvest embryos for stem cells and whatever else they were planning to do with the conceived babies made her feel sick and angry.
“I think they do.” Harry said simply.
“Why do you think that?” Anita asked, wondering if he could possibly have a menstrual cycle.
“The last three boys who had it and accepted the girl organs got babies.” Harry nodded.
“Those doctors were selling the information about the potency of wereanimal stem cells to major corporations around the world.” Anita said quietly. “There’s no telling how many companies or countries this information has been spread to. Right now there could be more of these factories being set up, independent of the doctors we’re chasing, just on the information of the potency of wereanimal stem cells.”
“I will try and find out.” Jean-Claude nodded. “But for now, perhaps Harry would like to pay another visit to our Doctor Lillian?”
“No.” Harry said shortly and with a frown, acting so much like a petulant toddler Anita had the urge to shout at him for it.
“I will take him.” Asher said softly, taking Harry into his arms and carrying him off to the medical rooms underground.
“He’s getting worse.”
“On the contrary, ma petite, I believe he is getting better slowly. He is communicating easier and doesn’t need to think so much about what he is being told as he did when he first came to us. He needs time.”
Anita nodded and breathed deeply and slowly as she went and hugged Jean-Claude.
“Have you not fed today?” Jean-Claude asked.
Anita shook her head. “I fed off of Nathaniel last night, but I had to rush out this morning when Bradford called me.”
“Come ma petite, let us leave Harry to Asher and retire to our bedroom.”
Anita readily agreed to that and went with Jean-Claude, leaving the giant headache that was Harry to Asher.
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Seeing Harry hooked up to an IV bag of wereanimal blood almost made Anita feel queasy. He seemed fine, perfectly happy, like this was nothing out of the ordinary, which really for him it wasn’t.
The full moon was fast approaching, Harry’s first full moon since coming to them. If Anita were completely honest with herself, she was a little curious as to what would happen with Harry, he said that depending on what animal was ‘closest’ to the surface, that that’s the animal he would turn into, but he had also said, from what she could understand from what he had said from the conversation she had been a part of about Harry’s changes, he could pick and choose which animal he could be during the full moon after that initial change. She never heard anything like that before, so she was very curious about what he would do and what would happen, Micah had already promised her that he’d watch him carefully as he and the wereleopards went to the wolves Lupanar for the full moon, thanks in part to Richard not wanting Harry away from him, but the very real possibility of Harry turning into a wereleopard.
“My food is itchy.” Harry said loudly, but he was looking at Asher who was sat beside him, obviously only talking to Asher, but it seemed he didn’t understand about indoor voices or whispering.
“What do you mean Harry?” Richard asked, leaning over and checking the IV bag.
Harry lifted his hand and scratched the back of it, where the needle was inserted under his skin. Richard took the tiny hand and scratched it lightly with a single fingernail, being very careful of the needle under the skin.
“Is that better Harry?” He asked.
Harry nodded with a grin.
“Surely he can scratch his own hand?” Anita asked. “This is not helping him to help himself.”
“It was a scratch Anita.” Richard huffed, like she was the one in the wrong and not himself.
“He needs to learn to do for himself!”
“It was a scratch Anita!” Harry told her sternly, obviously mimicking Richard, but it made her fist clench.
She was sure Harry knew exactly what he was doing. She had learnt since he had been here that he wasn’t really stupid, just a little uneducated. It made her wonder exactly how much of his behaviour was acting and how much was actually real, but he knew what he was doing as everyone in the room laughed at him.
Perhaps it had been a bad idea on her part to offer to take him in, maybe he would be better off in FBI custody, she’d speak to Bradford about it, but she knew she’d have a fight on her hands if she tried now to take Harry from the Circus, Jean-Claude, Asher and Richard had gotten far too attached to him, even Micah cared about him and Stephen, Jason and Nathaniel liked teaching him and playing games with him, they had all gotten too attached.
Harry had wound them so tightly about his fingers that a single word had everyone rushing to do his bidding, no matter what he wanted, and now that Jean-Claude had jars of honey in the Circus, Harry had taken to asking for the treat several times an hour and he had learnt quickly that if he asked different people, he could get more from them as one person was reluctant to give him more than a few spoonfuls. No, Anita was sure that Harry was not as stupid as people believed him to be and she needed to show them that Harry knew what he was doing and prove that he was playing them for fools.
“Are you ready for the full moon Harry?” She asked, ignoring his behaviour.
Harry nodded, even as he watched the blood in the bag go steadily down. Nathaniel’s blood that he had more than happily donated for Harry’s first blood feed at the Circus.
“I like being under the big moon. I like being an animal.”
“Why is that?”
Harry turned to face her and she saw a spark of intelligence in those green eyes, the recognition that he had said something abnormal before he cocked his head and adopted a cute little innocent face, complete with a small pout of confusion.
“Why what?”
She grit her teeth. He knew exactly what she had been asking, she was sure of it.
“Why do you like being an animal?” She asked, forcing her voice to be light and made sure to enunciate her words slowly and carefully, even so it took him a long time to answer as he mumbled under his breath, she was sure he was doing it to stall for time to think of an acceptable answer.
“I’m bigger and stronger as an animal. It was warmer too.” Harry said with an adorable grin and the men around him fell onto him and cooed like women at a day care centre. She wasn’t sold and she narrowed her eyes on him, even as Harry gave her a smile that looked more like a smirk to her.
“My food’s gone.” Harry pouted.
“Do you need more?” Jean-Claude asked.
Harry shook his head, sending his head flying. “No. I never had more than one bag. It makes me giggly.”
“Ah. You get blood drunk. It seems that as your vampire part is shared between your beasts, it is smaller, so it takes less blood to make you blood drunk.”
“I like being giggly, but it annoyed the doctors.”
“You can laugh as much as you wish here.” Asher told him as Lillian carefully took the needle from the back of Harry’s hand and Asher pulled him straight onto his lap and cuddled him like a baby.
“It is past his bedtime.” Richard exclaimed looking at his watch concernedly.
“He isn’t a child!” Anita hissed.
“We don’t actually know that for sure though, do we?” Richard snapped back as he took Harry from Asher and turned his back on her.
Harry grinned widely and waved at her, she got the feeling that he was mocking her and she bit her inside cheek to keep from going up to him and punching him. She calmed herself, Richard was right, he could be a child, even if he wasn’t she couldn’t hit him no matter how much she wanted to, he was considered mentally disabled under law at the moment, she couldn’t hit him even if it turned out he was thirty, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t want to.
“Night night!” Harry called, waving like a baby as he cuddled into Richard and there was a chorus of ‘goodnights’ said to him and he smiled happily as he was carried to bed like an overtired four year old.
“You have to stop treating him like a baby.” She said when he was gone. “He’s already messed up; you’re going to confuse him further by treating him like he’s an incapable child.”
“I have told you…” Jean-Claude started but she cut him off angrily.
“There is a different between kindness and babying him!”
“He’s had such a hard life.” Jason told her. “I just feel so bad for him.”
“You’re not doing him any favours by treating him like a toddler! I’m thinking it might actually be better for him to go into FBI custody.”
As she had known, there was an uproar at her announcement and it was some minutes before she could make herself heard over the shouting and screaming.
“It’ll be better for him!” She yelled.
“He has not been saved from one cage to go back into another!” Asher shouted, making a violent hand gesture as he spoke, his accent thick with his anger.
“He won’t be in a cage!”
“Cage, cell room, I doubt he’ll see much difference!”
“It would only be a precaution.” She tried to sooth.
“He’s not going.” Jean-Claude told her quietly. The first he had spoken since she had made her announcement. “I will not allow him to leave the protection of the Circus.”
“If the FBI order you to put him in custody…”
“They will only do so if you let them, if you tell them to take him into custody.”
“It’ll be better for…”
“For you.” Jean-Claude interrupted harshly. “It’ll be better for you Anita! Not for him. I have seen the way you look at him, the way you speak to him, you’re jealous of him and the attention he receives where you have no reason to be, you would do anything to be rid of him, even sell him to the FBI where they will perform their own experiments upon him and do not try to tell me that they won’t when we both know that they will, especially after all his…how do you say it? Quirks, when his quirks come to light. They will want to know what makes him work, they will hurt him, experiment upon him and I will not allow it. He has been hurt enough.”
Anita stormed away to calm down and left her sweeties to talk and plan behind her back, she didn’t like that thought, but she had to get away, they couldn’t see what she saw in Harry. They couldn’t see the sly smiles, the glint of intelligence in his eyes, they couldn’t see that because Harry hid it behind a mask and only let her see it, he was vindictive and sly and she would expose him.
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Harry woke up early, very early and he squirmed out of Richard’s arms and down to the floor. He padded to the door and opened it and went to look for someone to help him. The sun wasn’t up yet, he could tell because Asher hadn’t been in bed with him and Richard.
He must have taken a wrong turn because he couldn’t find the main room with all the seats and he really needed to make water. He made a soft noise of distress and tried to remember the way back to Asher’s bedroom, to Richard, but he didn’t remember the path he had taken and he got more and more lost in the maze of the underground Circus.
He whimpered and started running, trying to find someone, trying to find his way back, but he was lost and he started crying as his fear and distress overrode his instinct to stay quiet and hidden. He wasn’t used to holding his bladder back as he usually had a catheter and he wet himself without meaning to.
“Harry? What’s wrong, are you alright?”
It was the cat man, Micah, and Harry held his arms up and let the man pick him up and comfort him, even though he wasn’t his favourite.
The man calmed him down quickly and easily and Harry didn’t feel so scared anymore as he held onto the warm body, feeling the muscles and the broad shoulders underneath him.
“Are you hurt?”
Harry shook his head. “N…no.” He warbled.
“What happened? Did you have a nightmare?”
“No.” Harry said, shaking his head again. “I needed to make water and I couldn’t find anyone and then I got lost.”
Micah relaxed and sighed. “Do you still need the bathroom?”
Harry shook his head and indicated the wet patch on the front of his pyjamas.
“Oh Harry, come on, let’s get you changed.”
Micah took him into one of the rooms nearby, with a blond head poking out the top of the duvet. The blond head wriggled and mumbled at the invading light, but merely turned over and hid from the light, sleeping on.
“Is that Jason?” Harry asked. Loudly.
Micah screwed his eyes closed, but it was no good as Jason propped himself up and peered at them sleepily.
“W’as ‘appening?” He grunted sleepily.
“Harry needs a change of pyjamas and you’re more his size.” Micah explained softly.
“I got lost.” Harry said, again loudly.
“Harry, we need to be quiet, Jason is trying to sleep.”
“S’okay.” Jason murmured.
“Where’s Jean-Claude? You sleep with Jean-Claude.”
“Not until sundown Harry, when he wakes up for the night, I feed him then.”
“Oh. Is he still around? Asher too?”
“They were in the living room.” Jason told them as Micah changed Harry amid little giggles and squirms.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you Jason, your room was closest.”
“It’s fine, I’ll fall back to sleep easily.” The blond werewolf said. “Why didn’t you wake Richard up though Harry? That’s why he sleeps with you, to help you if you need it.”
“He looked cute sleeping. I didn’t want to make him wake up.”
Jason snorted and laughed. “That right there more than made up for being woken up. I can’t wait to tell him he’s cute while sleeping.”
“We’ll leave you be now.” Micah told the sleepy blond as he picked up Harry with one arm and Harry’s soiled pyjamas in the other and walked to the door. “Get some more sleep Jason.”
“Night Jason!” Harry called out. Loudly.
“Quietly Harry.” Micah reminded him, shutting the door on Jason’s laughter.
He took Harry to the living room, where Asher and Jean-Claude were talking to Damien, Wicked and Truth.
“What has happened?” Asher asked, striding to him and picking up Harry, brushing the dried tear tracks from his flushed face.
“I found him crying in a corridor, he got lost looking for someone to help him to a bathroom.”
“We found Jason sleeping, but Micah said I had to be quiet, but Jason still woke up.”
“Why did you go to Jason’s room?” Jean-Claude asked.
“It was closer than Asher’s room and Harry needed clean pyjamas. He didn’t make it to the bathroom in time.” Micah answered, holding the wet pyjamas up.
“I was scared and didn’t know where I was.” Harry said almost too quietly for them to hear.
“You don’t need to be quiet now Harry, only around people who are sleeping.” Micah explained, but Harry looked at him blankly.
“Why the sleeping ones? I need to be louder around them or they won’t hear me.”
Micah couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll get these into the wash for you; you can have them back tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Harry said, snuggling into Asher. “Thank you for helping me not be lost any more.”
Micah chuckled and kissed a soft cheek. “That’s more than alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Night!” Harry called out.
“Let’s say we get you back into bed.” Asher said.
“Not tired.” Harry pouted.
“You should be.”
“I want to stay with you.”
“You need your sleep.”
“But I’m not tired.” Harry said, even as he yawned widely.
“Asher’s right little one, you need your sleep.” Wicked said as he ruffled Harry’s hair, getting a sleepy smile. “You’re too little to be awake at this hour.”
“Anita says I’m not a baby. That means I can stay awake.”
“No it doesn’t, mon petit pétale, you need your sleep no matter how young or old.” Jean-Claude told him.
“So Anita is wrong?”
“Oui. She is wrong to say such things to you.”
“Why is she always angry with me?”
“Anita is always angry with everyone.” Wicked told him. “Don’t take it to heart, no one else does.”
Harry frowned. He hadn’t understood any of that and he mumbled lightly under his breath, trying to repeat as many words as he could remember and forgetting those he couldn’t.
“It means don’t listen to her.” Wicked explained with a smile and Harry smiled back.
“Okay, but I’ll listen to you, I like you and Asher and Richard and Jason and Jean-Claude. You’re my favourites.”
“You shouldn’t have favourites.” Asher told him, though he looked almost perversely pleased that he was included in Harry’s favourites.
“But I do. I like some people more than others, so they’re my favourites. Am I not allowed favourites?” He said looking worried.
“Of course, but you’re not supposed to say so, you’ll hurt people’s feelings.”
“I don’t like hurting people. Too many people hurt me, so it’ll be a secret. A big secret, yes?”
“Oui. Yes, it’ll be our secret.”
“But they know.” Harry said with a frown, looking through narrowed eyes at Damien and Truth.
“They will not say anything.” Jean-Claude told him, giving a look to the two vampires in question.
“Of course not.” Truth said. “Though I hope to be one of your secret favourites too.”
“You don’t smile enough.” Harry said. “You always frown, like you’re always miserable or disappointed, the doctors never smiled either.”
Wicked laughed and nudged his brother. “See, even a little boy says you’re miserable.”
“I will endeavour to smile more around you.”
Harry grinned. “Okay. If you smile more and not be like the doctors, you can be one of my favourites too.”
“Is Micah one of your favourites?”
Harry shook his head. “The cat men remind me of him. I don’t like cats.”
“Of who Harry?” Jean-Claude asked seriously.
Harry shook his head and snuggled into Asher. “I want to go back to Richard now.”
“We shall talk more tomorrow, after you have woken up.” Jean-Claude told him and Harry nodded unhappily. He didn’t want to talk of him.
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A/N: I’m so sorry that it’s been so long since I last updated, but inspiration for this fic comes in fits and bursts and the time to write for it between all the other fics is few and far in between. I’m sorry for that, but there isn’t much I can do. I hope you enjoy this chapter despite the long wait and continue to stick with it and enjoy it.
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