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Lost, Found, Lost But Final Found	By : yamiyugi23 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 9755 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I don’t own either Harry Potter or Anita Blake, I have no rights to either Harry Potter or Anita Blake, and I make no money from writing these fic’s.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own either Harry Potter or Anita Blake, I have no rights to either Harry Potter or Anita Blake, and I make no money from writing these fic’s.

This one shot was written for the Golden Dragon and is my entry for June. The idea I chose for this month was:

Harry Potter/Anita Blake crossover choice 2: Harry is turned in the final battle. With his sire dead he flees to the one name she told him before she died- Asher.

Word count: 4,222

Note: All of the French words in this one shot is taken from various English to French translators, any errors you may find is not my fault but the translators fault.

Lost, Found, Lost But Final Found

Loud cries of pain and sorrow ran through the building and into Harry’s ears, the cries of the tortured and dying haunted Harry’s mind.

“Why are we here for?” Harry asked as he turned to look at his two best friends, “Are we here to get someone out?”

“Err…not really mate,” Ron replied as he nor Hermione ever came closer than needed, “Well you see mate it’s like this…you know that you was killed in the final battle?”

Harry gave a confused frown, “I was bitten by a vampire and became one myself. I’m still here guys; nothing’s changed besides a few little minor details.”

At this Hermione and Ron shared a look that Harry couldn’t understand.

“You see Harry…you need to be taught the ways of vampires,” Hermione began, this calmed Harry’s nervous, “You’re going to learn so much here and…you’ll have a new life with people who…”

Harry gave a frown as Hermione trailed off, he turned to look at Ron only to find a sneer firmly planted on his face.

“Enough, no more dancing around Potter,” Ron spoke causing Harry’s heart to break, “The fact is that you’re a monster now, these people know how to…deal…with monster’s like you. Once you’ve got your training you’ll be sold to the highest bidder. We’ll be getting all the money that you sell for and the money in your faults. Any money you’ll make will come straight to us as well.”

“I thought that we were friends,” Harry said, hand on hear, “What did I ever do to you?”

“Whoever said we were friends to begin with,” Hermione said her nose up in the air, “We were paid a visit by Headmaster Dumbledore; he gave us our acceptance letters into Hogwarts, and asked about pretending to become your friend.”

“Even if it did pay well it wasn’t worth nearly dying every year,” Ron spoke up, sounding scarily familiar to a certain Malfoy, “From here on out your no friend of ours. You’re just a way for us to make money.”

“What!” cried Harry only to jump as a large hand was placed on his scrawny shoulder, “No! You can’t mean that! Please!”

Harry’s cries went unheard as both Hermione and Ron simply turned their back and walked away. Harry watched as not only his two best friends, now ex-best friends, walked away but they took with them his hopes, his dreams, his money, the belongings that once was his parents, and everything in his heart.

“Come on kid,” the man said gruffly, Harry to nervous to take in anything or object allowed the man to lead him away and deeper into the building, if that was even possible.

They walked for hours, or that’s what it seemed to be like to Harry. Through he couldn’t bring himself to care; all he felt was an empty shell. Broken one too many times.

“We’ll get you all settled in,” the man said, Harry not bothered by the sarcastic words, “Then we’ll have a bit of… fun.”

Harry gave a silent sigh, he knew what was going to happen in this place, he had worked it out the moment himself, Weasley and Granger had arrived. He knew that there was a high possibility that he’d not make it through the next few hours sane or even alive and a virgin for that matter but Harry couldn’t bring himself to care.

As Harry came to he found himself standing outside a large steal door with no window to see in, it reminded Harry of the doors he had seen in a movie that Dudley once watched, as if they were entering an almost twilight room that Harry thought would be his undoing.

As the man lifted his arm to open the door a soft female American voice reached Harry’s ears, he didn’t realise it but the owner of the voice had just saved him from hell.

“Bryan, I think I’ll be having this one,” the voice came, footsteps coming closer, “This one is mine.”

Harry allowed himself to turn around as the older male did; it was then that his eyes laid on the owner of the voice. It was her, the one he had heard so much yet so little about.

The owner of the voice was none other than Samantha, Master Vampire of England. Samantha stood at five foot six, her long silky black hair came flowing down her back like a cascading waterfall. Her hair only set off how pale yet beautiful her skin was, it reminded Harry of a porcelain doll, not a single flaw or mistake in sight. Her eyes was the most perfect shade of brown making Harry remember the days he spent sitting under the tall and strong tree in the park as he seeked shelter from his relatives. Her clothes seemed to be made out of leather; she wore tight fitting leather trousers that showed off the curve of her bottom and the powerful muscles in her legs. She wore a top that seemed to be a mixture of a T-shirt and corset, the top showed off her beautifully yet powerful top half.

In Harry’s thoughts the outfit showed just how beautiful yet deadly the Master Vampire of England truly was.

The man, Bryan, pushed Harry forwards towards the woman, “Yes Misteriess.”

“So your Harry Potter,” Samantha said with a frown as she looked down at Harry who stood at five foot, “Somehow I thought you’d be taller.”

Harry didn’t reply, he kept on staring ahead of him.

“I think you need to snap out of this before we do anything more,” Samantha said with a grin, “So…let’s have some fun shall we?”

Harry couldn’t help it, he found himself letting out a yell of surprise as the Vampire Mistress picked him up easily and held him like a newborn baby.

“That got ya,” Samantha said with an evil grin, “The names Samantha, Mistress of this area and all that mubo jumbo. I’m also your sire…well the female version at least.”

“Y-you made my friends turn their backs on me,” Harry said slowly, eyes wide.

“I didn’t,” Samantha said with a sigh as she turned around and began walking back in the direction she came, “I did turn you but I didn’t make them turn their backs on you.”

“It was their own choice,” Harry said slowly as understanding suddenly kicked in, “They’re close minded, like how Ron was always about my fame and Hermione was obsessive about the knowledge.”

“That’s right,” Samantha all but crooned, “But don’t worry, we’ll be taking you to a safe place. Somewhere where you’ll be able to be yourself, to know your safe.”

“Why?” Harry asked as he looked at Samantha with blank eyes, “We’ve just met, why promise to protect me? Why did you turn me?”

Samantha let out a sigh, “When I saw you on that battle field I saw myself, I saw that you was alone and had no one to turn to. That after the war was over you’d just kill yourself because you’d be lost, you’ve only known the battle field, never piece and quite. You need someone to support you, something that those human magic users could never give you my Childe. So I turned you.”

“Thank you,” Harry said dumbly, “You know, for a big bad vampire you’re not that bad.”

“Oh I am hun, I am,” Samantha said with a playful wink, “It just depends on what’s going on around me.”

Harry nodded, “Alright, I’ve had enough of fighting after everything I’ve been through, so I’ll go with the flow.”

Samantha let out a laugh, “Then off to St Louis we go! They have a great clubbing area there you know?”

“St. Louis?” Harry asked dumbly, “But why would we go there for?”

“Because you’re temporary pomme de sang is there,” Samantha said as she walked up a set of stairs, “I’ve talked to the Master Vampire there, his willing to take you in and give you a job, it’ll also be good to strengthen the ties between our two areas.”

“But-“

“ATTACK! SOMEONE’S ATTACKING FROM THE INSIDE! TRARTOIR!” came the cries from the inner halls of the building, a blood curdling scream soon followed signalling the death of the person who alerted them.

“Shit, it’s already happening,” Samantha swore as she quickened her pace into a run, “Harry I need you to take a few things to St. Louis for me. Don’t worry; I’ll be with you soon.”

Harry could only allow Samantha to carry him as she ran through the hallways, muttering about traitors and backstabbers.

“When you get to St. Louis look for- ah shit,” Samantha swore as she ducked a flying knife, “They’ve caught up.”

With one last burst of speed Samantha and Harry entered what looked to be a bedroom. Paying no attention to how it looked Harry watched as Samantha ran over to the large four poster bed, pulled out a small box from underneath the bed along with what looked to be a fang and a ring on a piece of black cord.

“Here,” Samantha said as she walked over to Harry and placed the necklace on Harry, “The fang is to let everyone know just what your status is, its covered in my sent my childe. The ring is a special portkey, instead of taking you to a set location it’ll take you to a person.”

Harry simply nodded; everything that had happened so far was overwhelming him. He watched as Samantha then placed the small box into his arms, he gave Samantha a confused look.

“In this box is all but one of my most precious items, I want you to keep them safe for me,” Samantha said with a soft smile as she ran a hand through Harry’s hair, “I promise my childe, you’ll be safe and happy, all the answers you seek are in that box. I’ll come looking for you, I’ll do my best.”

Harry opened his mouth to reply only to have an earth shattering bang come followed by the door to the bedroom to fly of its hinges and smash into a million different pieces as it smashed against the wall opposite it.

“Woman!” a male voice roared, “Give me the boy! Now!”

“Never, you’ll have to kill me first,” Samantha hissed out, baring her fangs, she moved to stand in front of Harry, her hands behind her touching the ring that was a portkey.

“Oh you want me to do that…” the blond haired male said with a smirk, “Again?”

“I chose to become what I am,” Samantha all but growled, “At least I’m something with power and respect, unlike you you filthy monster.”

“You little bitch,” the blond haired male roared as he drew a sword with a cross on it, “It’s about time someone taught you a lesson.”

What happened next was over in a flash but to Harry it seemed to happen in hours, Samantha gave a blood curdling scream as she was stabbed through the heart with the sword, she coughed up blood as she fought for her last few moments.

Harry watched with watery eyes as Samantha cried out, “ASHER!” then let go of the portkey necklace. As Harry watched Samantha’s now dead body crumple to the floor he took no notice of the tugging feeling that came from the portkey whisking him away. Instead he looked into the blue eyes of pure hate and anger before totally disappearing.

Harry felt tears appear in his eyes, even if he had only met Samantha moments ago she had been so kind to him, she had given her life to protect him, he might of not understood a single thing going on but that would change, he would get answers and do whatever was needed. Maybe one day he could make Samantha proud.

A sudden feeling broke Harry out of his angst thoughts, with a blink of his eyes he realised that the portkey ride was now over and he was on solid ground. Looking around the place he had landed Harry couldn’t help but to let out a startled scream as he found himself in a very surprising situation.

Harry was on the middle of a stage, he had landed in what seemed to be the middle of an act, with a large mass of females and a few males in the audience watching him with wide eyes. Hearing footsteps behind him, thanks to his vampire hearing, Harry quickly turned his head only to let out another startle scream. Standing behind him was a male of about five foot, he had shoulder length blond hair and eyes as blue as a spring sky. He was very handsome and looked like he worked out; the fact that the man before Harry was only wearing a pair of boxers didn’t help any.

“Hey kid,” the man said, his blond hair seemingly acting like a curtain, “What’s going on? How’d you appear on the stage? Is this part of the act I don’t know about?”

Harry’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, he held the box that Samantha gave him before her death close to his chest, after a few minutes he managed to stutter out, “A-Asher…”

“Asher told you to do this?” the man asked with a frown.

Harry shook his head, “No, Samantha said his name before she died, she sent me here…Asher was what she said before she…”

“Before she what?” the male asked, both of them totally forgetting that they were in the middle of the stage in front of a large audience.

“He is my childe,” a French voice washed over everyone, “It is not important how it got here, what is important is that he is safe.”

Harry watched with wide eyes as a male with long blond hair walked out of the shadows and onto the stage, Harry noticed a mask covering his face making him unable to see any real details.

“Asher,” the male besides Harry said as he took a step back, “You’re childe?”

“Oui,” the male said, now known as Asher said as he walked over to Harry and picked him up much like Samantha had done before, “Now finish up and allow the show to go on.”

With that the spell that had been cast over them broke and the normal atmosphere washed over them all once again.

“I take it that Samantha sent you to me?” Asher asked as he walked off the stage and into an ‘employ only’ area.

“…Yes,” Harry said slowly as he eyed the strange man, “Just what’s going on? One moment I’m preparing myself for certain death and the next moment I’ve found a person who wants to take me in and look after me.”

“You will gain answers in due time my childe,” Asher said as they walked down a hallway to what seemed to be an office, “My name is Asher, your name is Amato.”

“No, my names Harry, Harry Potter,” Harry said with a frown on his face, “And I can walk you know.”

Asher gave a chuckle, “Oh mon fils, you are just like your mother, a fiery spirit burns in you.”

“You knew my mum, Lily Potter?” Harry asked, suddenly brightening.

“No, Lily Potter was not your mother,” Asher answered with a small frown as they entered an empty office, “Don’t you know the truth?”

“I know I’m a wizard and a vampire,” Harry said with a shrug, “And Samantha is my Sire…errr…Sire~ess. I’ve also got this necklace and box from her…before…”

Asher placed Harry down on the sofa softly, he then knelt down so he was level with Harry and looked him in the eye, “Mon fils, where is my lover? Where is my wife?”

At those words Harry couldn’t help himself, he found himself hugging Asher as the night’s emotions seemed to become too much for him.

“Dead,” Harry muttered tiredly, “She…sent me here…it was the last thing she did before she…”

Asher gave a sigh, “We both knew the danger that was around the corner, fear not Amato’s. Now then, when was the last time you feed? You seem to be getting tired…”

“I had something to eat already,” Harry said as he gave a cute pout, “I was given a blood replenishing potion back in England when I woke up yesterday.”

“Those useless things?” Asher growled, “Those potions are not to be used in place of blood, I will contact your temporary pomme de sang so you can feed.”

Harry watched as Asher, Samantha’s supposedly husband, went over to were a phone was on the desk, pressed a button and talked into the speaker. A few seconds later Asher finished and looked back up at Harry.

“He’ll be here in a few minutes, after you’ve feed I’ll explain things to you,” Asher said as he walked back over to the sofa and sat next to Harry, “For now know that your temporary pomme de sang isn’t mad at you, he just lost a bet.”

Harry gave an owlish look, “A bet?”

“Oui, he now has to go about for 48 hours dressed in a pink fairy outfit and allow you to drink from him until we are able to find a permeate pomme de sang for you,” Asher said, amusement showing in the eyes behind his mask.

“Why are you still wearing that mask for?” Harry found himself asking suddenly, blinking in shock and surprise as Asher gave a heart filled sigh.

“I guess that in the presence of mon fils I don’t need to wear this mask…” Asher said slowly.

Harry watched as Asher reached up and slowly removed the mask to show half of his face covered in scars. Asher placed the mask down on the table beside the sofa and looked at Harry in the eyes.

The two stared at each other for several moments before Harry titled his head to the side and asked, “Well? What are you waiting for? Me to run around screaming and being scared of you because of a few scars? Well I’m sorry to say that it won’t be happening any time soon.”

Hearing Harry’s words Asher let out a heart filled laugh of happiness.

“Oh mon fils what a joy you are,” Asher said, happiness shining in his eyes, he pulled Harry into a tight and loving hug, “Oh it’ll be interesting to have you about.”

“Me about?” Harry asked with a frown, “Mon fils?”

“Oui,” Asher said as he nuzzled Harry, “Samantha and I are your parents, we gave you to the Potter’s when they’re child was still born. We thought it was the best if we left you with them. We didn’t want you to get hurt or anything.”

“But- How- What-“ Harry said in broken sentences as he held the box close to him, “Why did you leave me with the Durseyls for? What about my years in Hogwarts? Voldermort? Why now? Why did everything happen for?”

Asher gave a sigh, “Samantha and I left you with the Potter’s because of our positions at the time, I was still with…her…and Samantha had to carry out her duties as a Mistress. With the war going on, the death of the real Harry Potter and everything it was safest to leave you with the Potter’s Amato.”

Harry nodded as he thought everything over, “I understand that you wanted me safe but why didn’t you come and get me when the Potter’s died? How do I even look like them? Shouldn’t I look like you and Samantha?”

“Samantha and I tried to get you back over the years but Dumbledore and the other magic human’s prevented us, we did our best to protect and help you but I guess that it wasn’t enough,” Asher said with a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, “We tried to make sure that we always had one of ‘our people’ around you but each year they always ended up dead for some reason.”

Harry looked away shyly, “They weren’t Defence against the Dark Art’s teachers were they?”

“No,” Asher replied with a frown, “Why do you ask?”

“Oh no reason,” Harry said as he tried and failed miserably to look innocent, “So you were saying…”

“Ah yes,” Asher said as he gave his son another hug, “We kept you safe as best as we could through the years even if we couldn’t be there with you but it seemed it didn’t work out very well…then during the Final Battle Samantha who was also there, protecting you the best she could, saw her chance and bite you to make you into a vampire again, she would of taken you away on the spot if it wasn’t for the human magic users firing their spells.”

“Make me a vampire again?” Harry asked as he played with the shirt of the man who was supposedly his father, “How’s that possible.”

“That is simple,” Asher said with a playful wink making Harry blush, “You was at just the right age for a potion and a few charms to work, if myself or your mother bite you then the potion and charms would be nullified.”

A knock came from the door breaking any further conversation off.

“Enter,” Asher called out after he placed his mask back on.

“I’m here to feed the kid like agreed,” Edward said with a sigh as he walked into the room, he paused, looked at the two vampires on the sofa before giving a long sigh, “Go on, get it out of your system, go ahead and laugh.”

And without further prompting Harry burst out into laughter, the man before him, was almost but not quite six foot with blond hair and blue eyes, was wearing a pink fairy outfit, it didn’t help any that the man before him was covered in glitter and had the words ‘bite me’ written onto his top.

“It seems you’ve been having fun,” Asher said with a smirk as he looked Edward up and down, “The note and glitter is something new…have you been a naughty boy?”

Edward let out a dark growl, “Shove it you bat,” Edward then turned to Harry, “Alright kid, let’s get this done with, the sooner you feed the sooner I can get out of this fairy outfit.”

“I think I’m not hungry,” Harry said, a small glint playing in his eyes, “I think I’ll wait until tomorrow night to feed thank you.”

Edward gave another growl as Asher laughed.

“Mon fils, I think it is best you have a drink now,” Asher said as he ruffled his child’s hair, “Before Edward here losses it.”

“Alright, what am I supposed to do?” Harry asked as he stood up, he kept the fact that he thought Edward lost it years ago if he was willing to agree to whatever bet he had lost to himself.

“Here,” Edward muttered as he held out his bear wrist, “Bite and suck.”

Blinking Harry turned to his father who only nodded his head, taking a chance Harry did as told. In doing so he was soon lost to the coppery taste that filled his mouth, he gave a moan of appreciation as he swallowed.

“That’s enough kid,” Edward said shakily.

Harry gave a moan of disappointment as he found himself pulled away from the man’s wrist and placed in his father’s lap, Asher’s arms firmly wrapped around his waist. Edward took out of his pocket some fresh bandages and bandaged up the bite mark, all be it shakily.

“I’d watch out if I was you,” Edward said as he eyed Harry, “The kid’s bite takes after his old man’s if you get what I mean.”

Asher didn’t reply, instead he gave off a proud air.

“Stupid parents,” Edward muttered as he turned and walked out of the office, “Until tomorrow kid.”

“Unfair,” Harry said with a pout as he watched his meal walk out of the office, “He tasted yummy!”

“Oh?” Asher asked as he removed his mask.

“Yup,” Harry said with a grin, the new blood in him from Edward causing him to feel a bit loopy, “He tastes like…yummy and sugar!”

Asher blinked in surprise, it seemed that his son had somehow become hyper from one feed; he had to find out what Edward had before feeding his son.

“Nope, it’s not sugar,” Harry giggled as he leant against Asher’s chest, “It’s more…alcoholic!”

“Baise,” Asher swore as he found Harry giggling drunkenly as he became ‘dead’, “Edward had one too many drinks before feeding my son…I’ll murder that Batardfor getting my son drunk.”

A few seconds later Asher gave a sigh as he looked down at his ‘dead’ son, what was he going to do now? His son was a young and drunken vampire after all…did the normal hang over remedies work for vampires like they did for humans?

Looking over at the clock on the wall Asher found it close to dawn, standing up with a sigh, making sure Harry was safe in his arms, Asher had a feeling he’d learn tomorrow how to deal with a young and drunken vampire.

For now the only thing Asher could really care about was the fact he had his son back in his arms.

The End.
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