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Deatheaters and Necromancers	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23442 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Anita Blake was letting her rage have at it. Her Browning was currently unloading its clip into a target at the firing range. How dare he, he being Harry Potter, come in and fuck up her life. She was used to being the scariest person in the room. She was not used to having to back down and play submissive. How could no one understand her reservations about these strangers? Strangers had never been good for them and trust even harder, but these men had come in and Jean-Claude just allowed it. None of the usual negotiations were done for these people like with other powerful visitors. Anita needed to know why they warranted such special treatment from her boyfriend.

Harry and Severus woke at midday courtesy of a rambunctious Teddy Lupin jumping on their bed. “Wake up Uncle Harry, Uncle Sev! I did it, I did it!” Teddy continued to jostle the bed to rouse the sleepy men.

“Did what, Teddy?” Harry asked, groggy from sleep and the abrupt wake up.

“I made the table in the living room blow up. On purpose!” He continued jumping up and down and smiling maniacally.

Severus peeked open an eye, “Why would we be happy about our furniture being…” Severus sat up in bed with a smile rarely seen by anyone outside this bedroom. He hugged Teddy to him and kissed his forehead. “You can control you magic!”

Harry finally awake enough to realize the same thing and it became a contest of who could congratulate Teddy the most in the shortest space of time. “I’m so proud of you, but why would you blow up the table?”

“I wanted a sweet, but Mitzy wouldn’t give it to me, so I looked at the table and wanted it to explode and it did!” He started jumping again and the ‘uncles’ frowned, but were still proud of the command of magic.

“You know Mitzy is in charge while we aren’t around. This deserves a punishment, young man.” Harry’s stern voice sobered Teddy’s enthusiasm and made the child settle down quickly.

“But I…”

“You blew up a table in a tantrum, on purpose.” Harry finished.

Severus looked at the crestfallen youth and felt pity, “After your punishment is over, this deserves a celebration.”

Teddy looked suddenly much happier and hugged both men again. He slid off the bed and stood tall, looking at both of his guardians. “I am ready for my punishment.” The pride in his stance and the responsibility of taking his punishment willingly made both men’s chest swell that they could raise such an honorable little boy.

“Due to the cause of your behavior; you will have no sweets for one week.” Harry pronounced the sentence and watched Teddy’s bottom lip quiver at the loss, but he nodded his head and sulked from the room.

“I would say we are doing a fine job with him, but I think there is much more Remus in him than just his wolf.” Severus mused as they watched the slumped shoulders round the corner out their room. “So, how many days really until he can have sweets again?” Severus smiled at his sleep tousled mate.

“I think a week is really what he should endure, it was a table, but it could have been a restaurant table or at his new school. He needs to know that some actions have serious consequences.” Harry put an arm around his partner and bonded. “However, we can give him all he wants for his celebration.”

Severus smiled again in a way rarely seen by anyone, but Harry.

“What do we do about Anita Blake?”

“Severus, I just woke up and I haven’t even had my tea; can I please just wake up before you bring up power hungry bints?”

“I bow to your superior wisdom in handling threatening situations.”

Harry sighed heavily, “Is tea so much to ask for?”

“Indeed, it is not, however the events of last evening worry me greatly, especially since we may have to work with her.”

“I know Sev, but tea first, please!”

Severus only smiled, got out the bed and offered a hand to help Harry out of bed.

“Mitzy,” the elf popped into the room carrying a tea tray with two cups and toast and jam.

“Master Severus be needing Mitzy?”

“Thank you, you have anticipated our desires once again.” Severus bowed his head to the elf and took the tray from her and laid it on a table in the sitting area in their bedroom. Their bedroom was large enough to accommodate a seating area for a small group. It included two arm chairs and a small couch, just one seat up from a love seat. They sat and Harry immediately picked up a cup of sweetened tea with a dash of milk. He took a healthy and careful sip and marveled at the restorative effects of a good cup of tea. He looked up at Severus and sighed.

“I will have faith that Jean-Claude will handle her, but if she makes waves at work, then we will have to handle the situation.” Harry shook his head at having to deal with the thought of extreme circumstances.

“Do you think we should consult her Master about dealing at work, seeing as we might have to rely on him for information?” Severus queried. He looked relaxed though his brain was working a mile a minute to come up with contingencies.

“We will ask when it is needed. I don’t think there will be a need for any conflict at work, do you? And, somehow I don’t think Jean-Claude has a say in her work.”

“From the rumors, I hear she is all business when on the job. She has been losing ground since she moved in with Jean-Claude. The amount of lovers she has is causing problems with her male co-workers. I think that she will keep it professional as long as she sees we are trying to keep the city safe as she is.” Severus sipped his tea and observed the thoughts crossing Harry’s face as he strategized.

“This is what we shall do. We will play off what she does. If she is hostile, we play offended. If she ignores us, we simply do our job. Somehow I think that she wouldn’t go to her co-workers to complain and after last night, I think she is on the outs with her Master. We play this one from the hip, as the yanks would say.” Harry grinned at Severus’ evil smirk.

“Come on, Honey, we’re late for the opening.” A petit woman pulled her reluctant boyfriend behind her as she sped down the street towards an independent theatre.

“Pet, its opening night, these things never start right at the curtain.” He whined as his arm jerked him forward.

“They always run out of playbills if you’re late we have to…” she stopped in front of doors that should have been welcoming audience members, but were only slightly ajar, instead of wide open. She moved forward letting go of her boyfriend’s hand.

“See the show must be cancelled.” He said, motioning to the doors as proof of his deduction.

“But there’s no sign and the doors are open,” she pulled the door and stepped inside. The entrance hall was empty. “We must be late. I can hear music coming from the auditorium.” She proceeded further into the theatre and pulled on the auditorium doors.

The scream was heard at least a block away from the indy theatre. The police had the block cordoned off within the hour. The head of the preternatural squad was called in to view the scene. Lt. Rudolph Storr made two calls.

Anita rolled over in the hotel bed as her phone started singing ‘Born in the U.S.A’. She stuck an arm out of the blankets and reached blindly for the small electronic device. A thought crossed her mind about how Nathaniel would have gotten it instead of her having to wake. She finally grabbed the elusive device and flipped it open.

“What?”

“I thought I would get one of your boys again. Did you fire your little stripper secretary?”

“Dolph, I am really not in the mood. What’s up? Who do I need to put a bullet in?” Anita’s voice was gravely and it gave extra umph to her words.

“You really are a bloodthirsty little girl.”

“All the time you’ve known me and you would bring up my height now?” Her anger was almost palpable through the phone line.

“We need your expertise on how to find out who murdered a theatre troupe. It’s a fucking blood bath, Blake.” Lt. Storr gave her the address and hung up.

“It this Harry Potter?” Lt. Storr asked, no nonsense.

“No, this is his assistant Severus Snape. How may I help you?”

“This is Lt. Storr with the St. Louis Preternatural Unit. We have a situation in a theatre down here. We already called our local executioner, but we figured we’d get you hittin’ the ground runnin’, see whether you can do the job.”

“Well, if you could relay the information we need to get to your location, then we will be there shortly.” Dolph relayed the address and procedures for getting pass the police barrier. Severus assured him the barrier would not be a problem and they would be there shortly.

“Don’t rush on our account our executioner still needs to drive in from her boyfriend’s house.” Dolph snickered at his quip, but he was snickering to himself, because the cell phone was dead. There was no longer a caller on the other end.

A small muffled pop disturbed the air as Harry and Severus apparated within the police barrier and walked out of a side alley near the theatre. They had the badges they were sent clipped to their stylish suits. They both missed the freedom robes provided, but Harry was having an easier time of it. Having been raised totally muggle and never really taking advantage of the trouser optional rules of wizard robes.

They both heard a raised voice, a man in plain clothes yelling at an almost cowering uniformed police officer. Severus recognized the voice immediately and nodded his head towards the yelling man to indicate that the 6 foot plus man was Lt. Storr.

“In what academy training was it okay to move a body before CSU could get pictures?!” Storr laid into the other officer.

“Sir, it was falling off the stage and I thought—”

“You thought? You don’t think, you follow orders, and in the absence of orders, you do nothing. Get out to the barrier and send me someone competent.” Storr pointed away from the theatre and squeezed the bridge of his nose to stave off a stress headache.

“Lt. Storr, I’m Harry Potter.” Harry thrust out his hand and looked up at the much taller man.

“You’re Harry Potter? I thought they were sending me a grown up, not a teenager.” Storr looked contemptuously at the out stretched hand. Harry finally lowered his hand after realizing it wasn’t going to be shaken. He had a reverse flashback of Draco Malfoy their first day as Hogwarts.

“Lt. Storr, I am sensitive about my height. Due to childhood abuse and malnutrition, I was cheated bitterly out of my full height potential. I would ask that you refrain from such verbal reminders of the result of my childhood.

Dolph had the manners to look sorry at the explanation. “I apologize, but you still look very young to me.”

“I believe your executioner is near the same age as I am.” Harry turned away from Dolph offering his hand for a hand shake. “How may I and Severus be of assistance to your fair city?”

Dolph having nothing to say simply motioned them to follow him into the building. “Tonight was supposed to be opening night for an independent troupe, but apparently something went wrong.”

They walked through the auditorium doors to a scene Severus and Harry hadn’t seen since battling Voldemort.

“Do you want to go back to teaching, Sev?” Harry asked as he tried to make light of the scene before them.

There were at least fifteen bodies in various forms of mutilation. They were all covered in blood and some weren’t whole anymore. Harry surveyed the mess, because it could only be described as a mess, and tried to make sense of the carnage.

“I can sense vampires here, but there’s something off about it.” Severus whispered to Harry.

“Lt. Storr, did you find any coffins in the theatre?”

“Yeah, how’d you know? There were several part of the troupe, we wrapped the coffins in crosses until they wake up for questioning.”

“Severus, can feel their presence, but I can also sense that there were more here. It’s odd.”

“What do you mean?”

Harry let his magic sweep through the bodies and auditorium, “The vampires in the coffin have a different magic than the ones that have ruin these lives. The vampires in the coffin are innocent, I can guarantee it.”

“Well, we’d like to question them anyway.”

“When your executioner gets here we will be able to question them.” Harry said distractedly. He continued to walk through the bodies.

“Blake can’t wake a vampire, her zombie powers don’t work during the day.”

Harry simply looked up from the blood and gore and stared at the man. He went back to his careful steps through the bodies.

“Sev, what do you think of this?” Harry pointed to half a corpse he was standing next to. The Potion Master looked where his love pointed.

“Pulled apart, but not by vampire.” He squatted and dipped his pinky in the surrounding blood and brought it to his tongue. The action and flash of fang caused Dolph to pull his weapon.

“What the fuck?” He pointed his gun towards Severus, who only looked bored and turned to Harry.

“It tastes like some animal. I can’t tell which.”

“Lt. Storr, please lower your gun. I was told you were aware of my assistant’s condition.”

“Condition? He’s fucking dead and at a crime scene tasting evidence, during the fucking day.” Dolph tightened his grip on the gun.

“I assure you my husband is very much alive.”

“How is that possible when he’s a fucking blood sucker?”

“Magic,” was the only reply he got from Harry before he resumed his perusal of the area.

“Lt. Storr, I am authorized to be here and your department does not give you weaponry that is tough enough to do any real damage to my person. Please lower your gun.” Severus said.

“And if I don’t?” Dolph didn’t like orders from blood suckers.

“I will file a complaint and from what we heard about you that would be very unwelcome at this time.” Harry said as he turned back to face Dolph and his gun.

“I’ll survive, but I don’t like vamps at crime scenes.” Dolph continued to hold his gun on Severus.

“Fine,” Harry waved his hand and went about doing his new job.

Dolph didn’t like being ignored so he pulled his trigger and only heard a click. He pulled again, and again nothing. “What did you do?” He finally lowered his gun.

“You were putting my husband in danger. I unarmed you. I thought you were smarter than this Lt. Storr?”

Dolph holstered his gun and glared. “You keep saying he’s your husband, but that’s not legal in England or here.”

“We don’t fall under regular British law, but I assure you we are married. We will be celebrating four years in two months.” Everyone ignored the gun situation, now that it was put away, Dolph questioned his experts.

“What law do you fall under?”

Severus answered, “I believe your government terms it a “need to know” situation.”

“I am not working with more of you monster lovers like Blake.” Dolph said.

“I don’t think you have a choice, Lt. Storr. But I think you might offend your executioner, if you continue your current spiel.” Severus nodded towards the doors of the auditorium.

Anita stood in the open doors listening to Dolph call her a monster lover. It hit home pretty hard, especially after her friends had termed her a monster the previous evening. Her eyes hardened when she saw Dolph laid eyes on her and slightly flush.

“How many monsters do I have to kill for you, for everyone, Dolph? How much of my soul do I lose every time I pull the trigger and save a life? You would have all died long ago if I wasn’t around. How many monsters and souls do I have to destroy before you see me and not what your son became?”

“Anita, you’re out of line. You sleep with them; you love them.”

“Oh, I forgot that you don’t love your son anymore. Should I go and find a reason to execute him? See if I can see daylight through his head and chest; would you like that?”

“You stay away from my son, Blake,” Dolph nearly yelled at the necromancer.

“Dolph, Jean-Claude, Asher, every damn vampire in this city was someone’s child once. And until there are no more monsters that breathe left, then I expect you to keep your fucking mouth shut.” Anita stopped approaching the man when it would cause her to look at him. “What am I killing today for you?”

She turned towards the other two observers and simply nodded in acknowledgment of their presence. Harry approached the necromancer and smiled, but when it wasn’t returned he went to business. It would take a lot of work to gain this woman’s trust.

“We need you to raise the vampires that were with the troupe, before sunset, so you have enough time to prepare to hunt.”

“I can’t raise a vampire I’m not connected to; I can control a sleeping one, but not wake them.” Anita looked confused that this man thought she could do this.

“You can, just follow my instruction and I will show you.” Harry turned to Severus and motioned for him to bring him something. A knife and vial was handed to Harry and he handed them to Anita. “You will need to provide your blood along with your power.”

All four people headed back stage to the coffin area and Anita filled the vial with blood, not even flinching at cutting herself. After years of bleeding herself, it had become second nature.

“Ms. Blake, if you summon your power and animate the body,” Harry instructed. Anita pulled her power forward and pushed it into the sleeping vamp. It jerked and sat up in the open coffin, but lacked the mind to control itself. “Now, we must make sure we do this seamless, Ms. Blake. After the blood is in his mouth, you will feel the bonding pull, but you need to pull back your power and command him to wake. Do you understand?”

Anita nodded her head and watched and felt for the sign Harry told her about. It felt odd as she felt the pull and pulled back quickly. “Wake up.” She commanded the vamp and to her surprise, he awoke blinking and panicked.

“What’s going on? Why does everything smell like blood and death? Oh, God, it was horrible.” The vamp put his face in his hands, before looking back up with red tinged tears streaking his face. “They hurt everyone, and then…”

Dolph jumped in now, hand on his gun, “They what? Did you help them?”

“Oh, God, No! I wasn’t strong enough to help. They kept us back and had us watch. They were monsters. I couldn’t help. I couldn’t.” The vampire broke down again and just curled in on his self as he sobbed.

“Sir, if you wouldn’t mind, we can see what happened from your mind, if you will allow it?” Harry spoke softly and scowled at Dolph when he snorted at Harry’s polite tone.

The vampire composed himself after a few moments and waited for these men to do what they needed to do. “Go ahead Severus.” Harry gestured to his mate.

Severus approached the vampire and held the vamp’s chin still while he made direct eye contact. After a few minutes Severus jerked away from the vampire and turned to Harry with an incredulous expression.

“They were Death Eaters, but vampires. One was Lucius Malfoy. He should be in Azkaban still.”

“Fuck!” Harry turned towards Anita and Dolph, running a hand through his messy hair, “We have a big problem, like internationally big.”

“What are you talking about?” Dolph looked suspicious immediately, “Friends of yours?”

Harry looked annoyed, but addressed the man anyway, “Lt. Storr, much like Marshall Blake said, if you cannot act professionally, then keep your mouth shut.” Harry turned to Severus, “Sev, go alert the DM and make the necessary contacts back home.”

Severus nodded and approached Harry, taking his chin in hand and lifting it, “This is not your fault.”

“Just go and I will see you at home and have the floo activated. Mitzy will be ready to receive our guests.” Severus nodded again and disappeared with a pop. Dolph swore as the man in front of him just popped out of existence.

“What the fuck? Since when do the bloodsuckers have the ability to just disappear?”

Harry was thinking a mile a minute and Dolph’s last comment broke his composure. He turned a quelling look on the taller, bigger man. “Lt. Storr, bugger off.”

Harry turned and started to walk back towards the carnage, but stopped at the hand on his arm. He saw the small hand of Anita wrapped around his upper arm. “What’s going on? What are Death Eaters?” Anita’s whole demeanor had changed in the instant that Harry had gotten flustered.

“Marshall Blake, will you freak out if I transport us to my home?”

“My car is out by the police barrier; I can drive us out to your place.”

“No, my way is faster. Can you handle weird?”

“I personify weird.” Anita answered and waited for the man in front of her to explain. “Well?”

“Hold on a minute, you two aren’t going anywhere until you tell me what my men are looking for.” Dolph loomed over the two shorter people.

“Lt. Storr, this is no longer your problem. Clean this up and go to your next case. You will probably receive a call soon telling you the same. Marshall Blake, if you wouldn’t mind taking my arm.”

Anita tentatively put her arm through his and instantly felt like she was being squeezed through a tube. When she felt whole again she looked at the surroundings and found herself in the front hall of a nice home. “What the hell?”

Anita Blake was not hard to scare or intimidate, but after her briefing with Harry Potter over tea, coffee for Anita, she wasn’t sure she could take care of this type of thing. She had come across some of the most vicious killers in the preternatural world, but this was beyond any knowledge she had of the supernatural world she was immersed in.

She was contemplating all the information Harry had told her when the fire place in the room flared to life, green flames erupting and Severus stepped out the hearth.

“The floo is now connected, Harry.” Severus looked pale as he came to sit next to Harry.

“You haven’t fed?” Harry turned to Anita, “Do you mind?” He motioned between himself and Severus. Anita shrugged; it wasn’t like she had never seen a feeding before.

As she watched the taller vampire caress Harry’s cheek and then sink his fingers in the younger man’s hair. Severus pulled Harry’s head to the side and instead on simply sinking fangs into Harry’s exposed flesh, he kissed the spot. Harry and Anita both moaned at the same time, but the third moan is what distracted Anita from the erotic scene she was observing. She turned to see Asher staring at the duo. She returned her attention as well, when she heard a gasp from Harry. Severus had finally pierced Harry neck. Harry looked to be in bliss and his mate drank from him. Anita sympathized with the younger man; it made her wish Jean-Claude was there. Asher, Anita assumed wouldn’t be interested in her after last night.

Severus finally pulled away and licked the dripping wound, causing another moan from his mate. He whispered something Anita didn’t catch, but she was amazed when the wound healed instantly. He kissed the skin once more and then they rejoined the world and their guests.

“Asher, how are you feeling, well?” Harry still sounded breathless. “Do you need to feed as well?”

“I am not allowed to feed from Anita at the present time.” Asher looked down and timid.

“I can feed you. It would not be an imposition, at all.” Harry stood and walked over to Asher. Anita finally noticed that his hair was much shorter and he was totally exposed.

“Why did you cut your hair, Asher?” Anita did not miss the flashing in the blond vampire’s eyes.

“It was my punishment in your stead. I am to remain this way for a time.” He abruptly turned his attention from Anita to Harry. “The blood loss will be too much.”

“No it won’t,” he said as he turned to Severus. “Would you go and get a blood replenisher potion for afterwards?”

“Only if I can watch,” Severus replied. Harry simply nodded and tilted his head to the side. Asher struck quickly, but gently. Harry shook with the orgasmic bite and convulsed. Asher pulled away, but supported the disoriented wizard. Severus walked over and scooped up his mate and headed up the stairs. Asher went to sit, sprawled, across from Anita in an awkward silence, reveling in the power surge from feeding on Harry.

“Why would you take punishment for me?”

“I didn’t.” Asher’s eyes were still a bit glazed; Anita knew that it would have been more heat in them if he wasn’t still high.

“Why then?”

“I did it for Jean-Claude. You dishonored him last night. They were guest and you attacked them.” The vampire’s tone was still modified and lacked the true emotional weigh he wanted to convey, but he still managed to get his point across.

“I admit, I may have overreacted, but just from the crime scene today—”

“What crime scene?” Asher sat up quickly.

“There was a…massacre at the Indy theatre. They’re supposedly from England and former associates of Potter. I told you they would bring shit here.”

“I assure you Ms. Blake that we did not bring this ‘shit’ to your land.” Severus’ cold voice surprised the necromancer. It was the voice that many of his potion classes had heard on a regular basis.

“Anita, that is unfair again. It would be like us blaming you for all the challenges to Jean-Claude’s power. You are a big part of our power base, but you are a great deal of the reason we have to be on guard as well.” Asher looked pointedly at the woman in front of him. He laid his head back down on the back of the chair he was in. “I believe that you Americans have a saying about glass houses.”

“Marshall Blake,” Harry began as he followed Severus back into the room. “I will need your help to rectify this situation. I truly have no idea how they could or would have come here to St. Louis. I was merciful when I should have eradicated these monsters when I had the chance. Now they have acquired further power to spread their evil.”

“Potter, I won’t apologize for our fight, but I will put it aside to help you. I can’t say that I understand the mercy you showed to them, but if nothing else, I’m a shooter.” Anita’s eyes were hard and cold. Harry and Severus knew that to have this woman as a true enemy there would be no mercy for anyone.

Harry nodded at the woman, “Severus has told me that your government will allow you to head their side of this situation. Our Minister has been apprised of the situation as well.” He looked over at Severus and the vampire nodded that all was set in motion. “Do you need to call anyone else from your Marshall Service?”

“I can make some calls, but how did you get them to do this so easily? It usually takes an act of congress to get this type of thing through the proper channels.”

“Ms. Blake, there is only one channel this needs to go through. Your Department of magic—”

“There is no Department of Magic. I would think that I would fall under them instead of the State Department.” Anita spoke up at the mention of something she thought didn’t exist.

“I assure you it exists, but you are not what it regulates. You are a practitioner of a certain branch of magic and your vampire connects add more, but you are not truly a magical being.” At Anita’s confused look he continued, “As I was saying the DoM has no need to go through the bureaucratic mess of the rest of your government.”

“Then who do they deal with if not the preternatural community?”

“Your people have handle the preternatural well, but in Britain it is still mostly hidden from the people and for the most part here too. True wizards and Witches are way more powerful than what your official ‘covens’ are capable of. We hide ourselves to keep the governments of the world from getting too nervous.”

“But this Department is part of the government isn’t it?”

“Yes and no. Your government is aware of it, but does not control it. Your official government covers what is openly acknowledged to its people.” Severus finished his lecture right as the floo flared to life and two twin red heads rolled out and a simultaneous knock on the door sounded.

“Great Merlin, the troublemakers are here!” Severus stood to go answer the door.

“Fred! George! I didn’t expect you guys?” Harry stood to be engulfed between to taller, broader bodies. He turned to the other guest in the room, “These are my brothers, Fred and George Weasley. Forge and Gred, this is Anita Blake and Asher.”

“It is our pleasure to make your acquaintance,” both men bowed exaggeratedly. “We were sent by a certain blond to soften the message.”

“Message?” Harry asked.

“They’ve lost Azkaban and don’t know how long it’s been. The locating charms were tampered with.” Fred said.

“When they got the message they sent a team of aurors…and it wasn’t there. The island was, but the prison wasn’t.” George continued.

“No prison, no prisoners.” Fred finished.

“Merlin, that’s not good.”

“So now you’ve got your two favorite wizards here to assist. Others will be along.” Fred grinned mischievously.

“Thought you could escape us, Ha!” George and Fred pounced on Harry once more.

“Kindly unhand my husband, we have guests.” Severus had returned to the room and following him was Jean-Claude, Micah, Nathaniel, and Richard, with Jamil and Shang-Da. “Gentlemen, these two red headed miscreants are Fred and George Weasley, close friends of my husband.”

“Oh, Sev we’re blood brothers.”

“No need to be that way…”

“You can call us your brothers-in-law.” The twin speak kicked in and Severus rolled his eyes at the habit.

“Spare me, please.” Severus motioned for everyone to have a seat and called for Mitzy. Minutes later everyone, living, had their drinks of choice and a large tray of finger foods. Anita was a little shocked when the elf popped in and out of the room.

“I think you are right about whether we would be able to handle true magic.” Anita took a large swallow of her coffee.

“Anita, have you eaten today yet? I can feel you pulling energy.” Nathaniel quickly filled a plate and handed it to Anita. A muttered thank you was all he got, before Anita grudgingly started eating.

“Can I assume that you are here apologizing, Anita?” Jean-Claude stared at his girlfriend.

“Still mad, huh? And, no I haven’t apologized and I don’t intend to.” Anita looked hard at Jean-Claude.

“I can’t believe you Anita.” Richard chimed in.

Harry saw where this was headed and interrupted, “We have made peace for the sake of working together. Last night will not happen again anytime soon.” Harry smiled at the potential combatants.

“Uncle Fred, Uncle George!” Teddy burst into the room and threw himself at the twins. His strength being what it was, they tumbled to the floor and rolled around.

“Teddy, you’re huge. You’ve only been gone days.” Fred exclaimed.

“I’m the same size and you know it.” The little boy sat up and held out his hand. The twins looked questioningly at the empty palm.

“What’s that fuzz ball?”

“The place you put my present, Weasel.”

“Teddy! That is no way to be.” Harry slightly reprimanded the little boy.

“But I know they have something,” Teddy closed his eyes and a miniature box flew into his hand. “See told you!” He held up his hand to show Harry.

Harry looked somewhere between amazed and outraged. “Theodore Remus Lupin, exactly how long have you been able to summon on command?!” Harry stood to glare at the boy. “That was very rude.”

“Harry, don’t be hard on him. We were playing dumb,” a snort from Severus’ direction distracted the twins for a moment. “You can’t hide things from a werewolf. Still don’t know how Professor Lupin didn’t bust us for more pranks in school.”

“You idiots were lucky only because your reminded him of the Marauders. He found out I had a map and still let me keep it, for the same reason.”

“Well,” George pulled out his wand and tapped the box in Teddy’s hand. “Consider this mischief managed.”

The box enlarged and Teddy had to catch it with two hands to hold the small chest. Harry spotted the WWW on the side and groaned. “You didn’t?”

“We did.” They chorused together.

Severus stood and summoned the box to himself causing Teddy to frown. “I remember a table that needed replacing.”

Teddy dropped his head and pasted a pout to his face, but did not protest the confiscation of his new toys.

“What’d you do?” George put an arm around the little wolf.

“You get to at least open the boxes usually before Snape goes all snarky professor on you.”

Teddy looked sadly at his uncles, “I blew up a table.”

“Sev, accidental magic is a part of being a kid.”

The vampire stared hard at the little wolf and Teddy gulped, “On purpose.” He breathed out in confession.

“Oh,” was the response from his prank benefactors. “No worries we’ll be here for a while and you can be our assistant.” Teddy perked up at that and hugged the Twins again.

Jean-Claude observed the family group in front of him. He had never thought that a child amongst powerful super natural beings could be okay. Granted Teddy was a werewolf, but still children were kept from seeing certain things in life for protection. Jean-Claude was baffled by these people, but he knew that they would make great allies.

“May I ask what The Marauders are?” Jean-Claude leaned forward in interest.

Harry answered him, “They were a group of pranksters that consisted of my Father, Godfather, Teddy’s dad, and a rat that doesn’t deserve to be remembered.” Harry spat the last member’s description out.

“There’s a story there isn’t there?” Nathaniel asked eagerly.

“Yes, but it is far too long to share tonight and under such circumstances. What can I help you with Jean-Claude?”

The Master Vampire sat back and filed the unintentional promise of a story away for another time. “We are here to apologize on behalf of Anita and to collect Asher.”

“Well, we have already dealt with the apology issue and Asher has been suitably punished as proxy.” Harry winked at the scarred vampire. “Asher, you are welcome here anytime.” The invitation was magically binding. Asher now had free reign to come and go in their home. “And by proxy, you Jean-Claude. We open our home in the name of friendship.”

Jean-Claude looked at Asher and noticed the shorn locks. He was shocked by the new look, “Mon ami, what is this new look?”

“It was my punishment. I cannot hide…myself.”

Jean-Claude looked to his host in question, “It annoyed me to see such beauty hidden behind a curtain of hair. Lovely hair, but it was still obscuring the view, like bad landscaping.”

“I have tried on several occasions to do what you have done and failed.” Jean-Claude rose and approached the blond vampire. “I cannot say I am unhappy with this…punishment.”

“It is an adjustment.” Asher looked away from Jean-Claude’s beautiful visage and felt the weight of his scars again.

“Harry, if I did not need Asher so badly I would order him to keep company with you, if it meant that his head would stay high. Go to work, mon ami.” Asher fled quickly with only a small bow to his host.

Jean-Claude spun around towards his hosts, “Why is Anita here if not working out your grievances?”

“My work is not your business, unless it includes you.” Anita ground out. It was hard enough to do her job with her tied to so many preternatural creatures.

“Anita, you dishonored me last night and you still do not admit your faux pas, but I find you here when I am trying to fix your mess. I am asking to make sure you are not being more offensive than usual.” Jean-Claude looked to Harry again for answer.

“We will be working together on a recent murder case. It involves some unfinished business from back home.”

Jean-Claude turned back to Harry, “You need only ask for assistance.”

Anita stiffened suddenly, a thought occurring to her offended brain, “Jean-Claude, have you sensed any new vamps in the area?”

“No, should we be worrying about another Vittorio?”

Anita looked at Harry and Severus for the answer, everyone else following suit.

“They are wizards. It is possible that you will not be able to sense them, regardless of their vampire status. They can simply mask their power, but at least we can be sure that they are bound by night.” Harry turned to Severus.

“No one knows of the potion. I only made it once.”

“Could another master create it?”

“I am the only one with the skill, but dumb luck is something someone can fall into at any given moment. You can attest to that.” Severus hid a smirk behind a hand.

Harry rolled his eyes, “Our venerable Potion Master’s obvious arrogance aside, we will operate on the premise they are still bound by the night.” Harry turned to the Twins, “When can I expect the rest of you?”

“Luna and Neville are on a snorkack hunt or something, but will arrive as soon as they get the owl, we suppose. Ronnikins and ‘Mione will take the kids to the Burrow and be here tomorrow. Draco will—”

No sooner than the name was uttered the blond Minister came flaring out of the floo, followed by two red dressed aurors. “Potter, I swear that you are cursed, all of you, not just that damned scar.” He gestured to encompass the entire slighter figure. “Hello, Uncle Sev.”

“Welcome Draco, it is nice to see you.”

“Likewise, Potter, where’s your elf, or has Granger finally brow beat you to give the little creatures full wardrobes?”

“Mitzy.” Harry called his elf with a slight smile at the Minister of Magic. Mitzy popped into the room and looked expectantly for orders.

“Well, where am I staying?” Draco demanded resizing a large trunk and waving it over to the elf.

“Mitzy, if you would kindly take the Minister’s trunk to the second guestroom.”

“Why not the first? I am Minister of Magic, you know.”

“The Twins got here before you.” Harry answered and turned to make introductions. Draco eyed all the Americans with a critical eye. The Malfoy arrogance rolling off him in droves, Anita took an immediate disliking to him.

“You are a little young to be Minister of anything.” Anita almost sneered but failed by Malfoy and Snape standards.

“You don’t grow up with Harry Potter and act your age. I am fully capable to run the Ministry, nothing but a bunch of bureaucrats, anyway.” Draco took a seat and poured a cup of tea from the service still on the table. “Have you found my father and the others yet?”

“We haven’t started looking. Marshall Blake will be assisting and whoever else she sees fit to invite. We are strangers here and will need the help of the locals.”

Draco simply shrugged his acceptance, “Auror Claxton and Freemont, you may return. Tell Umbridge, if she fucks up while I’m gone, she won’t have to worry about the Centaurs, but Dementors.” Both men paled at the statement, but nodded and left back through the floo.

Harry lifted a brow to Draco, “Umbridge?”

“The woman is a bitch, I agree, but she provides fanatical service. You can attest to that. She is utterly ruthless at any task set her.” Harry merely nodded, but rubbed the back of his hand as a reflex.

“Teddy time for bed.” He hugged the little boy and Severus followed suit. The twins followed Teddy up the stairs as well to head to bed. The time difference was killer.

Jean-Claude turned to Anita, “Will you be returning home, ma petite?”

“I don’t know, will I?” She lifted a brow at the vampire.

“You are welcome, again.”

“No, I won’t be coming ‘home’.” Anita turned to Harry, “Can you return me to my car?”

Several minutes later Severus had escorted Anita back to her car in the city, and Harry was left with the Master of City, Ulfric of the local pack, Nimir-Raj of the local Pard, and Britain’s Minister of magic to entertain.

Jean-Claude broke the silence first, “I hope you do not think ill of Anita. We have a number of…experiences that have left us highly cautious. Anita usually takes most of the damage from them, she is more cautious.”

“Jean-Claude, there is no need to apologize or explain. I hold no ill will for you because of Marshal Blake’s behavior. We will be able to work together, that is what is foremost in my mind.”

“Still, I would like to invite you to one of my other establishments, but Teddy cannot come this time. It is my male strip club, Guilty Pleasures.” Jean-Claude looked for any interest in the type of entertainment. “Nathaniel is one of our feature dancers.” He motioned to the auburn headed kitty sitting on the floor near Micah.

“Potter’s a Gryffindor pervert. This sounds interesting. Do you mind if a foreign dignitary tags along?”

“The invite is extended to all the adults attached to Mr. Potter.” Jean-Claude gestured to make his point.

“Draco, I am not pervert, just adventurous, but your invitation is causing some reluctance. I know you snakes are deviant blighters.” Harry smirk at the blond.

“You’re friends?” Richard chimed into the conversation from his quiet observation.

“Merlin! No!” said in unison from both young men.

“We are tolerant at best of each other.” Harry continued, “We were school rivals and learned a long time ago that we prefer that much more than friendship.”

“Yes, Potter and I don’t mesh well personality wise.” Draco sneered just to put balance to the world again. “Besides, Potter, you can talk to snakes, what does that make you and you’re married to the ultimate Slytherin, or have you forgotten; Sev was head of house for over two decades?”

“My husband is an exception, but he is quite deviant where it counts.” Harry smiled in a glazed way and flushed slightly, telling everyone in the room how he felt for his husband. “We would like to go very much.”

Richard thought this time best to present the reason he had come with Jean-Claude, besides to apologize for Anita. “Harry, we would like for Teddy to join our Lupanar on the full moon. It’s in three days. We thought Teddy would like it.” Richard smiled and everyone in the room that could appreciate the male form wanted to melt at the handsome smile. Richard was too attractive some times, in Jean-Claude’s opinion, to be simply straight.

“Can we join him?”

Richard looked reluctant, “It is difficult to guarantee your safety. I understand that it might be hard to let him go off with strangers, but I promise he will be safe in my custody. I’m a school teacher, after all.”

Harry chuckled to himself and answered the concerned Ulfric. “No, worries. I’m an animagus. My father and Godfather learned a type of shapeshifting magic so that they could keep Teddy’s dad company on the full moon while in school and after.” Harry stood and his body started to shift. Everyone in the room felt the power flowing over the green eyed young man as he morphed into the form of a proud lion. The black mane matched Harry’s original head of hair. It was blue black and shiny looking; it was an awesome sight. The powerful body of the lion would have no problems running with the pack of wolves on the full moon. Harry morphed back into his original body and smiled at the appreciative looks of the shape shifters.

“We will come to pick you up for the full moon so that you know where to go for other gatherings, as well, in the future.” Richard stood to leave and looked to Jean-Claude to see if he would be joining them. The Master vampire inclined his head and stood.

“It has been a pleasant visit Harry. Please tell Severus that we will hope to see him tomorrow evening.” The party left and Draco and Harry were alone.

“You know, Potter, I hate to say this but, those men were beautiful enough to get me to immigrate.” Draco sat back and called Mitzy to bring him a glass of wine. It was late, but still too early to turn in, because of the long hours Draco was used to.

“They are attractive. Jean-Claude’s second in command is sunshine blond and more succulent than Jean-Claude. They’re like night and day, but the same par of beauty, plus he is scarred.” Harry shuddered at the mental image of the previous night’s passion.

“I’ll make that comparison myself when I meet him. You have always like flawed beauty; it explains why you were never after me.” Draco tried to keep the indignation out of his voice, but failed slightly. He was saved from Harry’s retort by Severus’ return home.

The older man popped into the living room with a scowl on his face. “That ‘man’,” he practically spat the word out on to the floor. “He was there waiting for Ms. Blake. He had the nerve to pull his gun on me, again.” Severus looked like he could be a fire breathing dragon at that moment.

“Why would he pull a gun on you?” Draco sounded like he was just as mad as Severus.

“He was spooked by my apparition. He said, ‘it was unnatural’ and pulled his gun in the intent to shoot me. Marshal Blake decked him.” Here Severus smiled a little before his anger got the better of him again.

“I think she broke his jaw, but I wish it had been me. That woman is tiny, but she can pack some power.”

At that particular comment it was Harry’s turn to look indignant, “Hey! We’re almost the same damn size.” He stood and glared at his husband.

“Potter, you’re barely noticeable if you aren’t running your mouth, so leave Sev alone.” Draco snickered at his insult.

“Minister of Magic or not, you don’t have to have lodgings here. You can go stay in a hotel with no house elves and all muggle service.” Harry smirked at the stricken blond.

“Come on, Potter, you are tiny. Let’s not avoid the truth, shall we. You’re just mad that you can never be as statuesque as a Malfoy.” Draco turned up his nose to the green eyed hero.

“When I put your Father down permanently, I will be picturing your face in his stead.” Harry turned and left the room to a suddenly sobered Draco and slightly shocked Severus. Both knew that Harry had regretted not having the inner circle of Deatheaters kissed at the end of the war, but this was the first time he actually made reference to taking a life since the day of the final battle when he struck down Voldemort.

“I don’t think it wise for you to use that particular avenue to rouse my husband’s ire again.” Severus left following his husband.
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