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Discarded by Some, Treasured by Others	By : DrackenLady Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 20463 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I don't own either Harry Potter or the Anita Blake series, neither am I making money from this story!

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Toughest chapter of my writing career so far...I have no idea what Stripping scenes are supposed to entail! So yah, I winged it....

Hope you enjoy!

Jean-Claude leaned against the wall in the back rooms of Guilty Pleasures, surveying the chaos before him with a sense of morbid fascination. Men were wresting over make up products, clothing was flying all over the place, some were yelling at others for taking to long with certain product. He absently wondered if this scene would be any different in a female strip club.

Sure the club was for male shifter and vampire strippers, but they acted worse than hormonal females he imagined. One make up table caught his eye, its occupant detached from the happenings behind him.

Its occupant looked to be about eighteen years old, his hair a jet black that reached his shoulders. Normally, it lay in a mess resembling a bird’s nest but for tonight the man had used over twenty hair products on it to get it to lie straight. His emerald green eyes were staring intently at the mirror as his long fingered hands held a liquid eyeliner applicator, carefully applying it until his eyes stood out all the more. His nose complemented his long face, giving him that rugged boyish look. His red luscious lips pulled back into a smile as he put down the applicator, satisfied with his looks for the moment.

The young man looked over and spotted the vampire staring at him. He gave him a wide smile before he stood up, grabbing a fedora hat and placing it on his head as he walked over. Jean-Claude took that time to take in his full outfit, black dress slacks encased long, lean, muscled legs. He wore a white dress shirt with a black vest on top completing the outfit.

“Papa!” he said happily, reaching over to wrap slim arms around Jean-Claude.

Jean-Claude embraced the younger man tightly, sniffing deeply at the familiar scent of vanilla and cinnamon that seemed to encase the boy. “Mon petit pétale.” He whispered in his seductive voice, hiding a smirk when the boy tensed in his arms after hearing the name.

“Papa! Honestly how many times do I have to tell you, don’t call me that!” the boy pouted, just as Jean-Claude knew he would. His tirade was cut off when slim but muscular arms wrapped around him from behind, pulling him against a strong chest.

“Mon emeraude, you would think with all the times that you have told him, you would have realized that he would not stop calling you that.” A soft voice whispered into his ear. He turned around and surveyed the man behind him.

The man was pale with long, metallic gold hair and bright blue eyes. His body was muscular but slender. He was smiling at the younger boy, flashing just a hint of fangs.

“Père, I know he will not listen to me, but I do still hope!” the boy replied, attempting to explain the reasoning that only made sense in his head.

A sudden chime filled the air, causing the other occupants in the room to rush around even faster, attempting to finish their last minute preparations in order to be on time for the curtain raising.

“Emeraude, are you sure that you want to do this?” the blond vampire asked.

“Père, I am sure. I’ve always wanted to do this, ever since I saw Uncle Nathaniel and Jason doing it for the first time.” The boy reassured.

“Chèri, I really don’t think you can call them uncles, they are not that much older than you after all.” Jean-Claude advised.

“Papa, I cannot be sure of that, they do stop aging once they hit a certain age after all due to their shifter genes. And since they won’t tell me their true age, I will keep calling them Uncles hoping they will grow tired of it and tell me their true age.” The boy explained before excusing himself when a second chime sounded.

Jean-Claude held his arms out to the other vampire, pulling him into a gentle embrace. “What do you think of this Asher?”

Asher looked up into the midnight blue eyes of his lover. He took in the black curls falling gently down to a perfectly defined pale chest. He observed the chiselled face, the luscious lip and the straight nose.

“I do not know. It is his decision but I truly don’t know if this is what he needs.” Asher replied.

“Mon chardonneret, ever since we decided to raise that boy he has been surprising us, always going beyond our expectations. Let us trust him once again, oui?”

Nodding slightly reluctantly, Asher sighed before pressing a gentle kiss to Jean-Claude’s lips then walking away, going to make sure that everything was going smoothly until curtain rise.

Jean-Claude surveyed the room one last time before walking away, heading towards the dining area of club, lost in his own thoughts. He recalled the night that he had brought the boy inside the club and introduced him to Asher. At first, they had both been reluctant of raising the infant but with the help of Jason and Nathaniel, two shifters who worked for them, they had grown accustomed to having the baby in their midst.

They had all been in agreement on one thing though. They refused to name him. The letter left that night had not named the boy so they had decided to not name him either. For the past seventeen years, he had only been called by French nicknames by Asher and himself, Emerald by his Uncle Nathaniel and Jade by his Uncle Jason.

The four of them had been his primary caregivers, the two shifters taking care of him during the mornings when the vampires were ‘dead’ to the world while the vampires took him during the night when the shifters were working. When he had turned eleven, he had received a letter, delivered by an owl, which had explained that he was invited to the Salem Institute of Magical Arts. What had shocked them wasn’t the letter but the name printed onto it.

Harry Potter.

That was the day they discovered his name.

Flashback

Jean-Claude watched as his son played with his two uncles, attempting to win an arm wrestling match with Nathaniel when they were interrupted by a flutter of wings and a barn owl soaring in through the window, dropping a letter on his son’s lap.

It took them a few minutes but finally Jason spoke up. “You guys just saw that too right?”

Nodding slowly, his son picked up the letter, turning it over curiously. “Weird…” he said.

“What’s weird?” Asher questioned from where he was leaning his head against Jean-Claude’s shoulder.

“The address on this describes exactly where we are, but the name is weird.” The boy replied.

“What does it say?” Nathaniel questioned this time.

“Harry Potter, the Living Room under Guilty Pleasures, the District, St. Louis.” The eleven year old read off.

They were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. “Enter.” Jean-Claude ordered.

A female walked into the room. She stood at approximately six foot six and had very broad shoulders. Her brunette hair was tied up in a ponytail and her face make up free. She was wearing a sports bra, most likely because no t-shirt would fit past her broad shoulders.

“Claudia, is there something the matter?” Jean-Claude questioned the wererat bodyguard.

“There’s someone out here saying he needs to talk to you about a letter the kid apparently received.” She explained.

Glancing at the others, Jean-Claude told her to let him in. A man with brown eyes and black hair that was going grey entered. He introduced himself as Mr. Anderson, the headmaster of Salem Institute.

“I am here to welcome you to our school Mr. Potter.” Anderson said, smiling happily.

“Potter?” his son asked. “How do you know that’s my name?”

“Our student registrar detects any new people displaying hints of magic and automatically adds their name. You’re name has been on there for ten years now.” Anderson informed them.

Before anything else could be said, Jean-Claude watched as his son stood and silently left the room. Shooting a look at the two shifters who nodded in understanding, he and Asher quickly excused themselves before following their son, barely spotting him entering their bedroom.

Entering the room, Asher softly closed the door after them then turned to survey the young boy. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head bent down staring at his hands with his hair obscuring their view of his face. Glancing at each other, both vampires walked over to their son, sitting on either side of him and wrapping an arm each around his shoulders.

They remained quiet, giving him a chance to gather his thoughts and speak if he wanted to. “I never knew.” He finally whispered. “I never wanted to know what they named me. I mean, if they had planned on throwing me away like they did, why would they bother naming me, right? Then to find out that they had named me and then just threw me away, hoping someone would kill me, makes you wonder huh. What was the point of giving me a name?”

Not knowing what to say to make it better, the vampires just hugged him tighter. After a few moments, he spoke again. “I don’t want it.”

Confused, Asher was the one to ask. “Don’t want what?”

“That…name. I don’t want it.” The boy explained. “I don’t want any reminder of them, the ones who threw me away, who insulted the people who loved me more than they ever could, who raised me as their own. I don’t want anything to do with them. I don’t want that name.”

“Chèri, you have to have a name if you want to go to this school of theirs. We all know there is something special about you, have all felt it. You need to train this…magic of yours.” Jean-Claude attempted to convince him though failing because his heart was not truly in it. He did not want any reminders of the ones who had hurt his son this much either.

“I’ll just change my name. But I refuse to be associated with those…those people!” the boy exclaimed vehemently.

“What would you change your name to?” Asher questioned.

Staring at him for a moment, he finally answered. “Jayden. Jayden Schuyson.”

Seeing the confused look on his fathers faces, he elaborated. “Jayden so it’s a mix between what Uncles Nathaniel and Jason call me and Schuyson as a mix between their two last names.”

Nodding, the three of them smiled, glad that the issue had been resolved before heading back towards the living room to talk to Mr. Anderson about this new school.

End Flashback

Smiling as he remembered the shocked looks on both Nathaniel and Jason’s faces when Jayden had reintroduced himself to Mr. Anderson, Jean-Claude leaned against the wall across from the stage at Guilty Pleasures. He surveyed the crowd of humans as he got lost in thought again, remembering the events leading up to this day.

Jayden had completed his schooling with high honours and at the top of all his classes just a few months prior. When asked what he now wanted to do, he had asked if he could follow in his Uncle’s footsteps.

Worried about him, he and Asher had tried to convince him to change his mind but he had been adamant that this was the line of work he wanted to be in. Deciding to give him a chance to try it, he and Asher had finally agreed to let him go through with it.

On one condition of course. His first night had to be with his two uncles, who of course had not minded in the least.

Receiving a signal from Asher who was standing to the side of the stage, Jean-Claude started speaking in his seductive voice, letting his power out to touch the minds of the crowd, enthralling them easily. “Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Guilty Pleasures, the place where you can let your inner deviances shine.”

“Tonight we have quite the treat for you. The newest member to our establishment is performing for you tonight. But his two mentors, our very own Ripley and Brandon, wanted to help break him in so to speak. So without further ado, welcome to our stage our Ripley and Brandon with their protégé, Jayden!”

Clapping and cheering filled the room as the lights dimmed, leaving a single spotlight shining in the middle of the stage. A slow beat began pulsing through the room before being joined by a steady hum, signalling the start of the show.

The audience watched, mesmerized as the shadows around the spotlight seemed to shift, revealing a figure with his back to them. Slowly, the music began to pick up and the figure’s hips began swaying slowly from side to side before suddenly the tempo picked up, making him start doing hip thrusts as well as circling his hips but still with his back to them.

Suddenly the music stopped, as did the figure. The stage lights suddenly flooded on, forcing people in the front row to blink their eyes rapidly.

Two figures emerged from either side of the stage, seemingly floating towards the figure in the middle as the crowd went wild recognizing Brandon and Ripley. Brandon was Nathaniel's stage name and Ripley was Jason’s.

Ripley grabbed Jayden’s arm, turning him around abruptly as Brandon wrapped his arms around his waist, one hand unbuttoning his vest while the other went up his shirt. Ripley pulled the fedora hat off his head, absently throwing it backwards towards the crowd as he smashed his lips against the younger males.

Brandon pulled the vest off Jayden's shoulders, throwing it onto the stage and starting to unbutton his shirt while laying open mouthed kisses against the younger boy’s neck. Brandon and Ripley both started rolling their hips in synch to the music that had started again, causing Jayden to undulate his hips between them.

Finally getting his shirt undone, Brandon resumed his previous caresses of Jayden's chest, this time going up to his nipples and rolling them between his fingers. Jayden abruptly broke the kiss with Ripley as he felt pleasure shoot through him when Brandon touched his nipples, causing his back to arch back into the older auburn haired male.

He let out a shout as Ripley bit into his neck, leaving a full impression of his teeth there as punishment for breaking their kiss apart. Jayden took revenge as he reached up and ripped off Ripley’s shirt, throwing it aside. He ran his hands all over the older male’s chest, leaning up to lick a trail from his throat down to his nipples.

Brandon pulled off Jayden's shirt, throwing it onto the stage to be picked up later when the two other males decided he was too clothed for their liking. Jayden turned in his arms, leaning up to press their lips together, his hand running through Brandon’s ankle length auburn hair.

Ripley reached between them, unbuttoning Brandon’s shirt while simultaneously laying kisses against Jayden's neck. He pushed the garment off Brandon’s shoulders just as air became a necessity to the other two. Jayden found his head being pulled back so that Ripley could reach more of his neck to lay kisses on as Brandon leaned down and bit into his nipple, causing him to scream. He was cut off mid scream when Ripley connected their lips together again, muffling the next scream coming out of his mouth when Brandon bit into the other nipple this time.

Ripley started kissing down his back as Brandon simultaneously started kissing down towards his stomach. They both fell to their knees at the same time; Brandon opening the button to Jayden's dress slacks using his mouth as Ripley used his teeth to pull them down slightly, showing just the hint of a G-String underneath. They both rose to their feet again, their hands exploring each others bodies around Jayden, whose head was thrown back against Ripley’s shoulder. He moaned when they both assaulted his neck again and blearily opened his eyes when he felt each of them grabbing one his hands and guiding them to their respective pant buttons.

Catching on, he opened both pant buttons and waited as he felt Ripley’s hand on the waistline of his pants. Brandon guided Jayden's hands to his own pants before placing his hands on Ripley’s. Together, they each pushed down the others pants, revealing the fact that they were wearing matching G-Strings.

Brandon placed his hands under Jayden's armpits while Ripley placed his own hands on Jayden's hips. They both lifted him up together in a show of superhuman shifter strength and stepped out of the pool of pants at their feet as Ripley encouraged Jayden to wrap his legs around Brandon.

Their hips found a rhythm in the music, Ripley thrusting against Jayden causing him to thrust into Brandon, which made him thrust back into Jayden who pushed back into Ripley. The rhythm picked up as did the music until all of a sudden the music stopped, the lights went out and the entire club was bathed in darkness.

All the audience heard were three voices moaning in unison before some panting sounds then silence. The silence did not last long before the club patrons burst out into applause and shouts of happiness, asking for an encore or for the new stripper to come back onto the stage.

The stage lights came on again, making the audience go wild and start throwing money onto the stage, yelling out their favourite stripper’s name. Two males came crawling onto the stage, wearing short shorts and picking up the money before crawling off again, making the audience aww in regret that it wasn’t one of the strippers.

Jean-Claude’s voice and power captured them again, causing them to forget their disappointment. “Fear not everyone; there will be other nights and other chances for you all to experience the evening with Jayden, Brandon and Ripley. Now please welcome our next friend onto the stage, Robert.”

Jayden grabbed a robe from the back room, wrapping himself up in it and tying the sash around his waist, before he was tackled from behind by someone with a mass of blond curls.

“Jade that was amazing!” Jason exclaimed into his nephew’s ear excitedly. “We have to do that again!”

“Jason let the poor boy go.” Nathaniel laughingly ordered his friend, tying his hair up into a ponytail and grabbing his own robe.

Jayden turned around to watch his Uncle Jason do the same. His Uncle Jason had corn silk blond hair down to his shoulders and spring sky blue eyes. His skin was fair and his body was completely shaved from what he had felt on stage.

His Uncle Nathaniel on the other hand had ankle length auburn hair with pretty lilac eyes. In Jayden's eyes he was beautiful with his strong boned face and his high cheekbones.

Watching them fool around together, Jayden smiled indulgently. He knew some people would find what they had done on stage to be disgusting but he really didn’t care. He had grown up with shifters and vampires after all, he had no such thing as a personal bubble or sense of wrong when it came to what felt good. As long as he wasn’t hurting anyone, he didn’t care what people thought of him.

“Alright you two, break it up.” His Père ordered them, breaking up their play fight. He smiled at them all before telling them the good new. “Well you might be doing that act again. You just received the largest amount of first timer tips we have ever had.”

Smiling happily, he started laughing as his Uncle Jason roared in triumph and pumped his fists into the air in victory. Laughing, Asher addressed Jayden. “Chèri, your Papa asked that you shower and wear some comfortable semi formal clothing after your act. He had some new vampires here from England who wish to join our kiss that he would like you to meet.”

Nodding, Harry went downstairs quickly to his room beneath the club and quickly hopped into the shower, not wanting to keep his papa waiting. Washing the hair products from his head and wiping the sweat from his body, he quickly finished up before heading to the bedroom to change.

He put on some comfortable jeans and a white turtleneck before heading to the living room, where he assumed the meeting was going to take place.

A couple minutes after he had arrived, his Papa and Père walked in followed by two of the most gorgeous vampires he had ever seen.

“Ah, Chèri, you are here already, good. I would like you to meet our latest additions to our kiss.” His Papa addressed him as he walked over and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “This is Wicked and Truth, two brothers from England.”

ALSO PLEASE READ THIS! Harry will go back to being Harry when he finds out the truth, he won't remain Jayden forever!

Nicola: Glad you loved it! Harry's life growing up will be seen in various flashbacks, so far I have one planned out but there should be more!

unneeded : Oh honey they are rabid little brats ALL the time! The wards around the house are supposed to show that he is not in the house unless someone from his family takes him out, which is what happened in this case.

HeartStar: I'm glad you like them honey!

tbsigma08: Haha While writing this I was like I should be doing blood cocktail but hey I'm doing both so it should be alright!

StarLight_Massacre : Oh trust me I was pissed while writing that letter! Yes they will all hunt him down, including Harry's future mates. Yes they will all maim him, in various ways as well. Definitely thank god for small mercies in this case.

harrydraco4life: People will wonder where Harry is when the letter comes back unopened but it will be far too late by then. And yes, Jean-Claude could have gone after Vernon but he was too worried about Harry at that time so just left it alone, thinking that the baby was better off with him than with the person who had dumped him.

Feli: Hmm how should I say this, he will find the wizarding world again?

vampireslure: The pairing was hinted at in the end of this chapter dear!

dominique1: Here's more hun, now off to work on BC....after I sleep XD

orkchild: Thanks!

NickyNakole: Thanks so much, I'm glad you like them!

mmichelle97219 : Oh I plan to continue it alright, slowly but surely!

Now I'm off to sleep so that tomorrow I can work on the update for Blood Cocktail.

NIGHT EVERYONE!
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