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Blood Cocktail	By : DrackenLady Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24768 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: Don't own, either Harry Potter or Anita Blake. Not making any money from this!

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Very important notes!

Please read this!

1) For everyone wishing to discuss this story, receive status updates or wants to just chat about the story, I created a facebook just for these purposes, just look up Dracken La Dy or this email : noor.ashir91@yahoo.ca on facebook and add it!

2) This story is not going to follow either series it's based on. Anita will only have Richard and Micah and therefore will be a lot mellower because I truly believe she is too stressed out from juggling so many men.

3) Harry's life is skipped over a lot in this chapter, I know that but I have my reasons, he can only start mating when he reaches this age.

4) The creatures are all hints to his mates, personally I think people will have a hard time guessing the swan but good luck!

Now onto the story!

July 30th, almost 9 years later

Anita yawned as she drove down the highway at quarter to midnight. She hated the fact that she was the only one who could do more than two raisings a night. When he had found out about this fact, Bert had booked her for no less than four raisings a night. She didn't mind this most nights, but dealing with clients pissed her off. Listening to lawyers trying to figure out inheritances or vengeful housewives trying to find out how many women their husbands had known and cheated on them with had gotten tedious a long time ago.

Pulling up into the driveway, she smiled slightly at seeing the living room lights on. Micah and Harry had probably waited up for her. Walking across the lawn towards the door, she remembered that night all those years ago when she had literally stumbled across Harry.

After taking him into the guestroom that night, Micah had brought some wet washcloths to wipe away all the blood. Seeing they could do no more that night, they had gone to bed. Harry hadn't awoken for another three days, incidentally the time limit they had set before calling Dr. Lillian, a wererat who doctored most of the werecreatures of St. Louis.

When he had seen them, the boy had been frightened out of his mind. When they tried to explain who they were, they had to do it from the other side of the room and with the door open as an easy escape route.

Finally Harry had trusted them enough to explain to them what he remembered of that night and what he had been through. While confused about the 'stick waving people,' they had taken it in stride as a trauma induced hallucination.

After that the hard part had come. Anita had to explain to Harry that she was a necromancer and that she suspected him of being the same. When he hadn't believed her, she described how she viewed his power as a pale grey fog, entwined with white. He then remembered the four shadows, the fog and the bright, white light.

Offering to train him had made him sceptical of course, as well as offering to let him live in the house until he was ready to move out but he agreed after awhile, under certain conditions. One of which was that he had to pay her back the only way he could. So since that day, he had taken over all the household chores, which worked fine for both her and Micah.

Harry soon became comfortable around her and Micah and slowly started accepting concepts such as necromancy, magic, weres and vampires. With the furry coalition meetings sometimes happening at her house, he had to accept it really.

It still came as a shock to all of them when he had received a letter from an owl on his eleventh birthday. They had been sitting down for breakfast when a white owl had flown in through a window and dropped a letter in front of him before flying off again.

The letter had been an invitation to the Salem Academy of Magic of North America. Ten minutes later there had been a knock on the front door and a man who introduced himself as Mr. Goldenmyer, the headmaster of Salem Academy, had began to inform them of witches, wizards, and the world of magic…a world completely different from theirs.

After discussing it with Anita, Harry had agreed to go. Salem had a muggle university based system, first, second and third terms were offered. So Harry had finished his schooling in both normal education and magical education by using his first terms for magical courses, second terms for normal courses and third terms for a break. Slightly more than a month ago he had graduated with top marks and highest honours, both from his magical education and his normal one.

When he had reached sixteen, Harry had asked Anita if he could work with her. After negotiating with Bert, mainly to stop him from trying to make Harry work five raisings a night, Anita had managed to secure him a job at Animators Inc. as an animator who was limited to five raisings a week.

He had continued working, studying, learning to control his necromancy and maintaining the house all these years but other than what happened that fateful night, no one really knew much else about Harry's past.

Sighing softly at her housemate's enigmatic nature, Anita pushed those thoughts from her mind and walked into the house. Walking into the kitchen, Anita smiled as she saw Micah sitting at the table chatting with Harry who was standing at the stove, stirring a pot of what smelled like chicken stew.

"I'm back." She greeted, walking over to Micah and pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Welcome back. How did the raisings go?" Micah replied, returning the kiss.

"Urgh, I swear I'm going to kill Bert if he gives me another four in one night." She promised.

"I thought you were alright with four in one night?" Harry asked softly, turning off the stove and grabbing the bowls so he could scoop out the stew.

"I'm fine with it, it's the nagging of everyone else or the crying or the 'how dare you cheat on me's' that piss me off." Anita complained. "It get's annoying, the person is dead, they already cheated and it's not doing you any good if you find out that they cheated on you now! What's the point?"

Smiling, Harry just nodded along to her complaints. He honestly knew how she felt, having had to deal with the same things for the past three years. "Is Richard coming over?" he questioned.

"He said he would drop by, he should be here soon." Micah answered. Richard was their third.

As a necromancer, Anita needed magical beings of some sort to ground her power otherwise it would continue to grow and make her insane. With grounding mates for lack of a better term, they could take the excess power into themselves by having sex with her. Micah, the Nimir-Raj of the local wereleopard pack was one of two of her mates who did this for her. The other was Richard, the Ulfric or alpha of the local werewolf pack.

Richard was a high school science teacher and Micah the leader of the coalition, an organization of all the different were animals where they all meet up to discuss problems they have or are facing. Richard was in the process of moving in with them but still had a bit left to finish. He, most of the time, came over for dinner at her house because he 'couldn't pass up on the amazing dishes of Chef Potter.'

Bringing the bowls over to the table, Harry set one in front of each of them before moving to the fridge to bring some ice tea over. Hearing a car pull up in the driveway, he walked over to the door and opened it, smiling when he saw Richard coming up the steps. At first, Richard had been sceptic of Harry just appearing out of nowhere and had warned Anita against teaching him. But slowly, he had come to realize that the young boy really was no harm to anyone there, he was just overly cautious and jumpy.

Over the years, Richard had come to see Harry as a younger brother that he would always keep an eye on. How Harry saw Richard in return…well no one really knew that and Harry wasn't sharing.

"Hey squirt!" Richard greeted, ruffling Harry's curly, shoulder length hair.

"Hello Richard." Harry replied, smiling softly at the disgusted look on Richard's face at the formal speech and tone.

"Oooh I smell stew!" Richard exclaimed, moving towards the kitchen. He smiled at Anita and Micah, giving Anita a chaste kiss on the lips and kissing Micah's cheek in greeting. They may both have been Anita's grounding mates but they weren't together.

Sitting down for dinner, everyone ate quietly for a bit before Anita brought up a topic she wanted to discuss. "So…Jean-Claude called me today."

Immediately, Richard and Micah both tensed at the name. Jean-Claude was the master vampire of the city of St. Louis. Anita had helped him out on several occasions and he provided her with protection from his vampires as well as information when she needed it. For awhile, he had fancied himself in love with her until his old beau, Asher, had reappeared in his life and Anita had discovered her grounding mates. Now, they were…friends you could say.

Richard and Micah however, still got annoyed whenever his name popped up, never forgetting that he had tried to make a pass on Anita at one point.

"What did he want?" Micah questioned, trying to keep his tone mild.

"He is hosting a preternatural party tomorrow night. He was wondering if we all wanted to go." She replied mildly, before she dropped the proverbial bomb on them. "He was asking me to ask you two as Nimir-Raj and Ulfric to invite your packs. Also, since has never met him, he was asking if Harry could come along as well."

It took a second but when they both registered that last sentence, both Micah and Richard shot up out of their seats with a yell of, "WHAT?"

"Why does he want to meet Harry?" Micah questioned, chartreuse eyes flashing in anger.

Despite Harry having lived with them for nine years now, he had never had much contact with the preternatural community. Even the shifters, he had met none past Richard and Micah since he was always so busy at school and later at work. If you thought about it, it really was odd how he had never been introduced to any of the shifters or vampires.

They all knew he existed and that Anita was housing him but not much beyond that. The sudden interest of the master vampire though was…odd. Why had he not made this request years ago?

"I don't know why he wants to meet Harry; all he told me was that it's about time that everyone met my housemate so that they would all know he is under my protection. As its Harry we are talking about, it's his decision." Anita replied, taking a sip of her iced tea.

"I don't see what the big deal is. I'll just go and meet everyone then we finish up and leave and I never have to see any of them again." Harry finally spoke up, honestly not worried. He knew how to take care of himself, besides as a necromancer the dead did not scare him. From the horror stories he heard from Anita, it was the humans…humanoid creatures that he had to worry about.

Both Richard and Micah looked like they were about to object but were stopped by the sound of their watches simultaneously beeping the midnight hour. Suddenly, a bright white light engulfed Harry and pain like no other ripped through his body.

He jerked backwards in pain, letting out a scream of agony as he fell to the floor, unable to stop screaming as the pain just kept getting worse. He suddenly remembered the one other time that he had felt like this. The night he had been kidnapped. The one he had been forced to drink blood. The night Anita found him.

He felt a sense of déjà vu as he was again sucked into a vision of four shadows attacking each other, all of them entwined with a white light. He watched as the grey fog, of what he now knew to be his necromancy, again forced the shadows to calm down with gentle caresses. He watched as one of the shadows turned into a snake, over twenty feet long. He noticed how the scales were black, intermingled with bright white throughout. The snake had pale lavender eyes, an unusual color for snake eyes he thought detachedly.

He watched as the next shadow turned into a wolf with ink black fur and a pure white tail. It had startling blue eyes of a deep midnight blue, bordering on black almost.

The third shadow shifted into an elegant swan. Not a normal swan but a golden swan, its eyes a bright blue and its beak white in color.

Looking at the fourth shadow, Harry watched as it slowly, almost hesitantly, shifted into a husky, its fur streaked with black, browns and white. The white seemed to almost glow among the darker colors, its eyes a deep brown with black streaks.

He watched as all four animals seemed to turn towards him, giving him a 'what are you waiting for?' look before the image faded and his eyes snapped open.

He was lying on the linoleum floor of the kitchen with Anita kneeling on his left arm, Richard pinning down his right and Micah sitting on his legs. He realized that he must have been thrashing around a lot for them to be pinning him down in such a way.

"You alright?" Anita asked when she realized he was awake.

Harry nodded slowly, wondering what had just happened. Just then, a sharp crack filled the air and his old headmaster, Mr. Goldenmyer appeared in the middle of their kitchen. He looked up and found himself facing down the barrel of a gun and two buff men looking angry and ready for a fight.

Raising his hands in a 'I give up' sign, he gave a soft nervous laugh before talking. "Sorry to barge in like this, I did not mean to startle you."

"Mr. Goldenmyer?" Harry asked, wondering what his old headmaster was doing here since technically the elder man didn't ever need to see him again because he had now graduated. The headmaster was currently blocked from his view because Anita was standing in front of him with Micah and Richard on either side.

"Mr. Potter, I have several monitoring devices on any student who has creature blood in their system in my office. Now, before you received the letter of acceptance from my school, your name had appeared on the student registrar that records all children in the USA who have displayed magic. It also records if they have creature blood and automatically adds them to the machines in my office so that they may alert me when creature blood becomes dominant." Goldenmyer started his explanation right away. "I just received an alert from this machine that you now have dominant creature blood within you. If you knew of this, then I am sorry for disturbing you this evening. If you did not, than I am here to help you discover what creature you are now and how it will change your life."

The four house residents stared at him in shock before Harry finally managed to croak out a question. "Creature…blood?"

"Ah judging by that then you did not know… I know of a spell that will allow me to see what creature blood runs within you. Would you like me to check?" Goldenmyer asked gently. It was rare but he had had some students in the past that came into inheritances that they did not know they had.

"Why…why now? And spell…yah okay sure…" Harry clearly was still in shock, not knowing how this came to be about.

"I suspect it's because you are now officially 19 years of age. When you are younger, your creatures lie dormant until such a time when you are legally mature in every way. Then the creature blood becomes active." Goldenmyer explained before removing his wand in preparation to do the spell.

Several murmured words later, a piece of parchment materialized out of thin air in front of Goldenmyer. He reached up and took a hold of it, reading over the information that the scan had produced. Reading down the list, his eyes slowly widened until he reached the bottom. Looking up at Harry, he internally wondered how the boy was even alive right now.

"Well?" Richard snapped when the silence became too much for him.

"This is not possible…these creatures cannot all coexist within the same person but somehow they are…" Goldenmyer muttered to himself, still starting at Harry.

"Sir?" Harry questioned forcefully, finally coming to his senses.

"According to this spell Mr. Potter, you have the blood of a Basilisk, a Veela, a Werewolf and a Vampire running through your veins. This should not be possible because for one, basilisk blood is lethal and you should be dead. Two, I know for a fact that unless you are a born Veela then you cannot possibly have that blood since the transformation should have killed you. Three, werewolf blood sees vampire blood as a virus and since werewolves are immune to practically anything, you shouldn't be a vampire. And four, you cannot be a vampire because I again know for a fact that you are not dead." Goldenmyer explained.

Suddenly Harry remembered that day ten years ago.

"Basilisk blood…some Veela blood…bit of Vampire…what else? Oh I didn't know we had werewolf too! Let's add that…Done!"

"Sir…what if someone was forced to drink a mixture of all those types of blood?" he asked softly.

Tilting his head in thought at the odd question, Goldenmyer shook his head negatively. "That would instantly kill the person. Unless…well theoretically, if your magic was strong enough, it could infuse itself with the creatures and force them to lie dormant until such a time when they are awakened again. But something like that is near impossible, these four creatures in particular are vicious when they are anywhere near each other much less in one body."

Harry suddenly remembered the fog and the white light. He quickly summarized what had happened that night nine years ago and told his headmaster about the vision he had witnessed.

After thinking about it for a moment, Goldnmyer nodded pensively. "I think I may know what happened. Your necromancy managed to calm down the four creatures somehow and that gave your magic, the white light, enough time to infuse itself with each of the four creatures making them apart of you and forcing them to lie dormant. This subsequently saved you from certain death."

After a moment of silence, Micah finally asked the question that he had been wondering. "Now what?"

"Now you play the waiting game. You wait and see what characteristics manifest in you. Then from there, you will have to discover your mates." Goldnmyer informed them.

"Wait what…MATES? As in plural?" Anita asked, picking up on the plural form of the word.

"Yes I would imagine so. All four creatures are so different from each other that I'll bet they all will pick different mates that will ground them as well as compliment their powers." He explained. "I wouldn't be surprised if he had four mates even, one for each creature."

That was the final straw for Harry. Hearing that he might have to live the rest of his life with not one or two but four other people plus the revelations over the last five minutes and the pain he had been through, his body decided that he had had enough for one day. He slipped into unconsciousness and if hadn't been for Richard and Micah's superhuman reflexes, he would have banged his head on the linoleum flooring.
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