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Le Maître de la Mort	By : AlicetheMadHatter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I making any money from this fanfiction. Harry Potter and Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter are owned by J.K. Rowling and Laurell K. Hamilton.

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Chapter 2

Jean-Claude followed by Anita then Harry exited the room into a hallway with stairs lead down. Harry used the heel of his boot to shut the door so he wouldn’t have to come in contact with the blood, who knew what would happen if it was the blood of an undead creature. The sudden silence was startling once Liv’s screams were cut off and he paused to admire the vampire gracefully making his way down the stairs, Anita followed behind after making sure the long coat didn’t trip her up and Harry thought she looked a bit awkward but it could have been because of the tell heels she was wearing. Though rethought that line when he took a step a step down and noticed the stairs were taller than he was used to.
Jean-Claude stopped at the bend in the stairs, “I could carry you Ma Petite.”
Harry snickered but stopped when she turned a glare his way, “No thanks.”
Harry paused a few steps behind them when Jean-Claude pulled open a pair of heavy doors and turn to look at Anita. "The council can demand that I greet every vampire within these walls, formally."
“You mean like you did with Liv?” Harry thought that must have happened sometime before he met them because that confrontation in the room above had not been a greeting.
He gave a very small smile and Harry wondered how much better would he look if he gave a true smile? "If I do not acknowledge their dominance over me, then perhaps."
"What if you do acknowledge them?" She asked.
Jean-Claude shook his head. "If we had gone to the council for aid of some kind, then I would not fight. I would simply acknowledge their superiority and be done with it. I am not strong enough to be council. I know that." He smoothed his hands down the ruffles his shirt, adjusting the cuffs on his jacket; it didn’t look like a nervous habit but Harry noted the movement anyway.
“I hear a ‘but’ coming,” she said.
He smiled that small smile again. "Oui, Ma Petite. But they have come to us. They have invaded our lands. Harmed our people. If we acknowledge them as greater than ourselves without a struggle, they may set up a new master in my place. They may take all I have gained."
"I thought the only way to step down as master was to die."
"They would come to that, eventually."
"Then we go in kicking butt."
"But we cannot win by violence, ma petite. What we did with Liv was to be expected. She had to be punished. But in a struggle to kill or be killed, the council will win."
Anita frowned up at Jean-Claude and Harry kept his silence while still paying avid attention. "If we can't just say they're bigger and badder than we are, and we can't fight them, what can we do?"
"We play the game, ma petite."
"What game?"
"The game that I mastered at court so long ago. It is a thing of diplomacy, bravado, insults." It was a good thing he’d been working on his Slytherin side because this was sound more and more like dealing with a bunch of Slytherins.
"You will be very good at part of the game, and very bad at others. Diplomacy is not your strong suit."
"Bravado and insults are two of my best things."
Harry averted his eyes at the more intimate display even if it was just Jean-Claude kissing Anita’s hand.
"Indeed, Ma Petite, indeed. Put the gun away. I am not saying do not use it, but have a care who you shoot. Not everything you will meet tonight can be harmed by silver bullets." He cocked his head to one side as if thinking. "Though come to that, I've never seen anyone try to kill a council member with modern silver ammunition." He smiled. "It might work." He shook his head as if to rid himself of the image. "But if it comes to trying to slay the council by bullets, then all is lost and all that will be left is to take as many of them with us as we can."
Harry cleared his throat deliberately, gaining their attention. “Don’t forget about me.” He told them waving his fingers and smiling cheekily.
Jean-Claude inclined his head with another small smiles while Anita just dismissed him and turned back to him.
"Let's save as many of our people as we can, too," She said.
"You don't understand them, ma petite. If we are dead, there will be no mercy for those who are loyal to us. Any good revolution kills the loyalists first."
Jean-Claude said no more but lightly touched the back of Anita’s hand that still held the gun; a reminder. Harry stowed his wand back in its holster, the chances that anyone would recognize what it was, was low. He however was not going to take that chance and he would be underestimated and dismissed if he appeared to be unarmed. He didn’t need it anyway unless he was going to do some very delicate wand work or wanted to put more power into his spells without exhausting himself.
Harry entered another room behind his two companions. The room was large with bare stone walls but it looked to him that they probably hadn’t started out that way. Tatters of black and white cloth lay scattered around the room as well as piles of broken wood. Above the fireplace was a large untouched portrait with what looked like Jean-Claude and two other exceptionally beautiful but unrecognizable people.
The room was empty and destroyed except for that portrait and what looked to be a man but felt much like Jean-Claude, only less and more somehow. Harry grimaced at the pea green suit and wondered if Dumbledore had ever worn anything in the same color, it wouldn’t have surprised Harry one bit. When he turned toward them, Harry could see the torn blood sleeve and a weeping gash on his forehead that he dapped with a handkerchief adorned with dancing skeletons.
He smiled. "So good of you to join us."
"Can the sarcasm," Anita snapped. "Where is everybody?" She must have known who he was because she started walking toward him but was stopped by Jean-Claude placing a hand on her arm. The man kept smiling gently but never took his eyes from Jean-Claude, like he was expecting something.
"What's going on?" She inquired.
"Ma Petite, may I introduce the Traveler."
"What are you talking about?" She frowned up at him and Harry wondered how often he was going to be exasperated by her asking questions that had obvious answers.
The unknown man laughed and while it was an annoying bray, it was also one of those laughs that you automatically knew that the person laughing was doing so at your expense and when it tapered off into a low chuckling growl that raised the Hair on the back of Harry’s neck he tensed in preparation.
Anita swallowing abruptly was loud in the resulting silence that now permeated the room. “Willie?”
“He can no longer answer your call Ma Petite.”
"Shit," She said softly. "Is it permanent?"
The stranger in Willie's body laughed again. "I am merely borrowing his body. I borrow a great many bodies, don't I, Jean-Claude?"
Jean-Claude didn’t answer, only drew Anita away from the man Harry now knew as Willie and continued backing up towards Harry slowly. Harry could see the tension radiating from Jean-Claude’s body as he moved back and Harry figured this might be a good time to draw attention to himself, it was obvious that Jean-Claude feared whoever it was that possessed Willie’s body. It didn’t take much to draw attention to himself not with Jean-Claude and Anita moving in his direction, just a shifting of his weight from one foot to the other.
Brown eyes snapped to meet green. “And who might this be Jean-Claude.” If Harry hadn’t gotten used to all kinds of looks before he might have felt distinctly uncomfortable with the hungry stare from the vampire.
“Just a friend,” Harry spoke over whatever Jean-Claude was going to say. “Harry Potter.” Harry told him with a pleasantly bored tone and bowed slightly.
The man’s eyes widened in surprise and he laughed heartily causing Harry to frown. “Harry Potter, The Chosen One, The-boy-who-lived, Savior of the Wizarding World; it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Harry didn’t take his eyes off the man in front of him but noticed another unknown man in a white suit enter the room and wrap himself around Willie’s body.
Harry felt his face go flat and cold though he kept his tone mild and pleasant. “I am afraid you have me at an advantage, you know who I am but I have never heard of you. Have we met at some point?”
“Oh no, but I have many informants around the world and a few of those just so happen to reside in the Wizarding World. I have heard all about you and I must offer my condolences for the loss of so many of your friends and family. I do have to say that had you not taken care of that Wizard I would have had to inform my colleagues on the council of the Wizarding World and then we would have had to get involved; it could have been very messy and bothersome so I extend my thanks.”
Rage built in Harry’s chest but he swallowed it down and shoved it all behind his Occlumency barriers to be dealt with later, this was not the time or place to lose his temper. He nodded his head in acknowledgement but dropped the subject; he had no desire to relive his failures at this point in time in front of strangers.
Anita decided to cut the silence then, “Let Willie go.”
"He is not being harmed," the vampire said.
"He is still inside the body," Jean-Claude said. "He still feels, still sees. You have only pushed him aside, Traveler, not replaced him."
Harry shuddered in remembrance of his own possession, Jean-Claude must have been close enough to catch Harry’s reaction to his words because he turned a question look his way and Harry gave him a slight nod. Jean-Claude’s eyes widened minutely before his face went passive again.
"You say that like you know from personal experience." She looked up at Jean-Claude and Harry wanted to scold her for asking something like that in front of others.
"Jean-Claude was one of my favorite bodies, once upon a time. Balthasar and I enjoyed him very much." Harry took that to mean that Balthasar was the man behind him in the white suit and Harry felt a pinch of sympathy for Jean-Claude he had the experience of being possessed but he had a feeling it went a lot further than that in this case.
"Will he know what they're doing with his body?" Anita asked and Harry let out a mental sigh of exasperation. Jean-Claude had already stated that Willie would see and feel what was going on.
"Yes," Jean-Claude said.
"Willie doesn't like men."
"No," Jean-Claude said.
Harry and the others watched the thoughts fly behind Anita’s eyes. "Does the Traveler like women?" She asked.
"Are you offering yourself in his place?" the vampire asked.
"No, just wondering how you'd like it if the tables were turned."
"No one else has my ability to share a body," the Traveler said.
“Would you like if someone forced you to have sex with a woman?” Harry saw what she was trying to do with her questioning and had this happened 5 years ago he might have asked the same thing but these were vampires, creatures, most who had lived for centuries and went by a different set of rules, who lived with different instincts than humans.
"I have never felt the draw of a woman's body."
"You'd find it distasteful," She said.
Willie, the Traveler, nodded. "Yes."
"Then let Willie go. Pick someone who wouldn't mind so much."
The Traveler snuggled into Balthasar's arms and laughed. "Are you appealing to my sense of mercy?"
Anita shrugged. "I can't shoot you. You're council. I was hoping that would mean you had more rules than the rest of them. Guess I was wrong." She was trying to be subtle, but she wasn’t very good at it.
He looked at Jean-Claude. "Does your human servant do all your talking now?"
"She does well enough," Jean-Claude said.
"If she seeks to appeal to my sense of fair play, then you have told her nothing about your time with us at court."
Jean-Claude drew himself up and away from Anita.
"I do not dwell upon the past," Jean-Claude said. It was a nice sentiment but no matter what anyone does or says, the past is always there and even if you do not dwell on it, you must remember in order to not make the same mistakes again.
"He is ashamed of us," Balthasar said, rubbing his face against Willie's. He planted a soft kiss against Willie's temple.
"No," the Traveler said. "He fears us."
"What do you want of me, Traveler? Why has the council invaded my lands and taken my people hostage?"
"You slew the Earthmover but did not come to take his council seat. There is no other way to rise to the council except through the death of another. We have a vacancy that only you can fill, Jean-Claude." That was a story Harry wanted to hear. A creature with the name Earthmover must have been pretty powerful.
"I do not want it, nor am I powerful enough to keep it."
"If not powerful enough, then how did you slay Oliver? He was a frightening force of nature." The Traveler walked towards the three of them with Balthasar in his wake. "How did you slay him?"
Jean-Claude didn't back up this time. He stood his ground. "He agreed not to call the earth against me."
The vampire and his servant circled them like sharks. One circling left, the other right, so it was hard to keep an eye on them, Harry didn’t move but relaxed the tension holding his body tight and tapped into his core just in case he needed to do some fast spell casting.
"Why would he limit his powers?"
"He had gone rogue, Traveler. Oliver wished to bring back the days when vampires were illegal. An earthquake might have destroyed the city, but it would not have been blamed on a vampire. He wanted to possess my vampires and cause a bloodbath that would bring us back to being hunted. Oliver feared we would destroy all the humans eventually and thus ourselves. He thought we were too dangerous to be allowed legal rights and freedom."
Harry mentally shook his head and was glad that this Oliver was already dead he had no desire to deal with another version of Voldemort.
"We received your report," the Traveler said. He stopped by Anita and Harry. Balthasar stopped on the other side, closest to Jean-Claude. They were mirroring each other. "I knew Oliver's ideas."
I drew back against Jean-Claude. "Is it just vamps or can he take over humans, too?"
"You are safe from his intrusion, Ma Petite."
"Great," She said.
"Why didn't you stop Oliver, then?" Anita asked.
The Traveler sidled closer and closer until only the barest inch kept he and Anita from touching. "He was council. Council cannot fight to the death among ourselves. And nothing short of true death would have stopped him.”
Harry turned toward the being after forgetting he had been there the whole time. It didn’t seem like he was willing to part with any information though and Harry silently cursed that fact. Just because he was Master of Death didn’t mean he could for the being to actually do anything he didn’t want to do.
"You let him come here, knowing what he planned to do," Anita said almost sounding surprised. She shouldn’t have been since the Traveller just said they couldn’t fight other council members to the death and from the sounds of Oliver’s personality and plans, that’s what it would have come to.
"We knew he had left the country but not where he fled to or what his plans were." The Traveler raised a hand towards Anita’s face. Balthasar did the same on his side for Jean-Claude. Willie's small hand hovered near her face.
"You had declared him rogue," Jean-Claude said. "Any vampire that found him could slay him without violating our laws. That is what rogue means."
The Traveler traced his fingers down Anita’s face. "So you thought we would not come to your door because you had saved us the trouble of hunting him down ourselves."
"Oui."
Balthasar had stopped caressing Jean-Claude's face. He came to stand by his master. He watched the smaller man slide his hand along Anita’s face. Balthasar seemed puzzled, surprised. Something was happening, and Harry was prepared.
She pulled away from him. "I thought you didn't like girls."
"I don't." He stood there, staring at her. "Your power is amazing." His hand lashed out too quick to see, too quickly for her to react because he managed to grab a fist full of her hair. Within the blink of an eye Harry had his hand wrapped around the Traveller’s and was careful to make sure his skin brushed against the skin of Anita’s scalp. With that barest of touches Harry was able to push some of the magic he commanded as Master of Death and use it to shield her mind from his power. It was just luck that she was a Necromancer and since she had a little of Death’s power that meant he held dominion over it and was able to use it to protect her.
Brown eyes jumped to Harry’s own, wide with surprise. With Anita sandwiched between them, Harry leaned into to her bringing his face within a hair’s breadth of the Traveller’s. “You say you know of me and the Wizarding World so you should know that when I say that I made a Vow to protect them, what it means. They are mine to protect and defend for as long as the vow stands so I cannot nor will I stand by and allow this.”
The only problem with Harry interfering the way he did was the position. Yes he had Anita under his shield but that was all he could do with his skin still touching hers. He couldn’t ‘zap’ Willie with a magical charge because she’d get caught in it as well and while his had physical contact he couldn’t physically force him to let her go because as a supernatural creature he was much stronger than Harry, so all he could do for the moment was wait him out and not reveal too much of what he was capable of just yet.
It felt like hours that he and Harry stared each other down before he let go of Anita’s hair, taking a step back and hugging his arms around himself. Harry took a small step away from Anita to give her a little breathing room.
"Her power is a heady thing. Something to wrap around your cold skin and warm your heart for all eternity."
Jean-Claude let out a slow breath. "She is my human servant."
"Indeed," He said then turned to Harry. “Your power is something else entirely. Like standing in an open field, lightening striking all around. Nothing but the smell of ozone and the hair raising electricity in the air. Awe inspiring and deadly.”
He turned back to Jean-Claude, "A hundred years ago I could invade you without touching your fair skin. Now I cannot. Has she given you this power?" He reached towards Jean-Claude's face as he had Anita’s and this time Harry didn’t wait to see what he would do. He grabbed the Traveller by the wrist.
“Mine to protect, no touching.” He dropped the hand abruptly.
Anita had moved closer to Jean-Claude and he slipped an arm around her. "If you would leave us in peace, I would let Balthasar and any person you chose use me, but I will not willingly be your horse ever again, Traveler."
Harry would be damned if he allowed him to offer himself up like that, but kept the thought to himself and let Jean-Claude speak his peace. So far it seemed Harry was just magical muscle.
Willie's brown eyes stared up at Jean-Claude. "I am council. You are not. You will have no choice in the matter."
"Are you saying that if he took the council seat, then you couldn't hurt him?" Anita asked.
"If he is powerful enough to hold a council seat, then I should not be able to invade his lovely body, even were my lips pressed to him."
"Let me test my understanding here. If he takes the council seat, you'll still try and force yourself on him, because if you can force him, then he's not powerful enough to be council? But if he doesn't take the seat, you'll do it anyway."
The Traveler smiled beautifully at her, delight shining from his eyes, Willie's eyes. "Quite true."
"Why is everything with you people a freaking Catch-22? You don't do business. You just do torture," Anita said exasperation coloring her tone.
"Are you judging us?" he asked.
Harry felt his power flair and even if Harry disliked the Traveller he could understand the anger of someone judging him.
Anita gasped at the power flowing around her, “Back Off!” She tried to shove him away but he grabbed her wrist before Harry could move and tried to pull her away from Jean-Claude who grabbed her other wrist. As soon as Harry felt the magic between them spark and repel each other Harry grabbed the wrist of the Traveller that had a hold of Anita and placed a barrier between the Traveller’s magic and Anita and Jean-Claude’s combined magic. Harry mentally noted that Anita and Jean-Claude were tied much closer than mere lovers and friends but he pushed that to the back of his mind.
With the barrier in place and no part of him touching Anita, Harry was free to make the Traveller let go of her so splitting his concentration, he pulled a small thread of magic from his core and gathered it in his hand and pushed it into Willie’s body; silently apologizing to Willie who would feel the pain of his attack.
The Traveller pulled his hand back to his body and cradled it against his chest. Harry stepped in front of Jean-Claude and Anita, shielding them with his body. “I told you once no touching, that little shock you just got was a warning; next time will be much worse.”
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