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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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Alright people! For those who added me on facebook, you guys get an extra treat. Every time I put up a character's description, they will also get their picture posted on my Facebook! So if you want to see the closest pics to how I see the character's head over there! And I swear I don't bite, if you talk to me I won't hurt you! Facebook is Dracken La Dy

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Also, first person to guess who the mates are will get a cookie! And if you see any typos, I will love you forever if you point them out to me, I don't have a beta so I appreciate it!

Harry woke up the next morning feeling as tired as when he had fallen unconscious. It took him a few seconds before he remembered the talk with Mr. Goldenmyer. Four mates. How was he supposed to manage that? He had never had a significant other before and now he was forced to mate with at least two if not four others.

Sighing softly, Harry got out of bed and headed towards the living room, his thoughts going a mile a minute. He felt he needed to just sit down and process this all. Knowing better than to wake Anita up at…he glanced at the clock, eleven in the morning on her day off when she had done four raisings the night before; he cast a silence bubble around himself and opened her room door.

Walking in, he headed towards the corner where Anita kept all her stuffed penguins. He still remembered the day he had seen them for the first time. He had stared at them in a horrified fascination and then stared at Anita with the same expression before putting the two images together in his mind and had promptly burst out into uncontrollable giggles. He excused himself for giggling for one reason only. He had been eleven years old and didn’t know better.

Ever since she had discovered her grounding mates, Anita had stopped going to bed cuddling her favourite penguins. She had two much more solid, human bodies to cuddle now. Grabbing the biggest and stuffiest penguin, named Sigmund, he turned around to go back to the living room when he caught sight of the three on the bed.

Anita was lying in the middle of the other two, her mane of curly black hair, which Richard and Micah forbade her to cut, lay around her. She was short for someone her age, a mere 5’3”. When Harry had first arrived, she had been ecstatic that there was someone in the house shorter than her. When he shot up to his current height of 5’5” in his teenage years, she stopped speaking to him for a week.

She was in one word petite, though if someone called her that she would pull out her gun and shoot them with no remorse or second thoughts. She had large deep brown eyes and very pale skin, the only one having paler skin in the house being himself. She also had a great number of scars on her body from her vampire hunting days and occasional police work.

Micah was lying behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, spooning himself against her back. He was only very slightly taller than Anita, being at the height of 5’4”, a fact which she nonetheless hated. Micah had a swimmer’s build with his wide shoulders and slim hips. He face was oval shaped with a pouty lower lip and a pointed chin and his hair was a curly brown and he had eyes of a kitty chartreuse color.

Richard was lying on the other side of Anita, holding her head against his chest. He had rich chocolate brown eyes and hair that was a myriad of colors. His shoulder length hair was a wavy brown with highlights of gold, copper, honey and bronze. At the height of 6’1”, Anita absolutely hated him sometimes. His skin had an almost permanent golden color and his face looked strong with his high sculpted cheekbones and soft lips.

Smiling softly at the picture they made, Harry dragged Sigmund behind him and walked towards the living room, cancelling the silencing bubble with an absent minded wave of his hand. He sat down on the brown leather chair Richard had brought over from his apartment. He smiled when he remembered the first time he had sat in it, it was one of those chairs that swallowed you when you sat in it, seeming to almost give you a hug. That was how he and Richard described it anyway; Anita just said that it looked like the chair was eating them.

Harry buried his face in Sigmund’s stomach, cuddling the human sized penguin closer. Sigmund was black with a white and yellow tuxedo front, and the softest fur that he had ever felt. He was definitely the cuddliest of Anita’s penguins.

Getting lost in his thoughts, Harry began to think of what traits he would now get from being a creature hybrid. Would he want blood now? Would his eyes change? Would he shift into a werewolf? Would any small emotion set him off and make his magic explode just like what happened with Richard and Micah sometimes?

Too many questions ran through his head with not enough answers. More like no way of knowing the answers. It truly was a waiting game right now. And if there was one thing Harry hated, it was waiting.

He remembered when he was younger, still in England and how he had spent long days and nights in his cupboard at the Dursleys, how he had hoped and prayed and waited for someone, anyone to rescue him from the pain of isolation and hunger. He remembered going to school and waiting and praying for a friend, teacher, anyone to notice him, to ask why he was limping, why his clothes were so big, why he had that hand shaped bruise on his cheek.

He remembered the night that he had been kidnapped, the feeling of terror that had coursed through him when he saw that crazy woman mixing a drink and making him swallow it, heard her say how she hoped it killed him with absolute loathing in her voice. And again, he had waited, first for the pain to stop, then for someone to come to his rescue.

He remembered how that man, also carrying a wand, had ignored his fear, ignored his warnings of get away and continued advancing, not caring that he had just been forced to drink blood, ignoring that he had been kidnapped, ignoring that he had been scared out of his mind and just kept advancing.

Finally he remembered the one time his wish was answered. His wish to just escape, leave everything and everyone who had ever hurt him behind. And the only one who had listened, who had made his wish come true, made it all better was his magic. Truly, his magic was the only thing he could rely on. His magic had saved him from that situation and the kidnapping, had saved and healed him from the Dursleys on several occasions, had apparently tamed the shadows within him to save his life. It truly was the only thing in this world he could rely on. Waiting had never helped him with anything, magic had.

Then with that sudden realization, he made his decision. It didn’t matter what new traits he had. It didn’t matter who or how many mates he had. As long as he had magic, his magic, nothing mattered. His mates were just there so that he did not kill himself, he did not have to love them, did not have to even get to know them, did not have to let them close to him. They were just…there. His magic was the one who saved him, his mates were just a by product of the situation, unnecessary as far as he was concerned.

Unknown to him, someone had been watching him for the past minute. Micah stood in the living room doorway, studying his youngest house guest. Harry had really grown over the years. At a height of 5’5”, Harry had deep black hair that reached his shoulders. His startling emerald eyes had specks of black within them that stood out on his pale complexion. His small nose complimented his face and his full red lips were luscious in their appearance. One thing that always worried Micah though was Harry’s weight. Though all three of them made sure he always ate well, Harry was still very thin.

This, coupled with his slightly feminine features, made him appear very delicate…fragile almost. Though if he ever heard someone call him that, Micah had no doubt that Harry would take a leaf out of Anita’s book and shoot the offender.

Smiling softly at the picture he made all cuddled up with Sigmund, Micah cleared his throat softly so as not to startle Harry. “Good morning. How are you feeling?”

Harry snapped his head up, staring at Micah for a second before blushing slightly at the position he was in. He was 19 for the love of god; he should not be cuddling with a human sized penguin! “Morning…I’m alright thanks for asking. I’ll go start breakfast right now, do you have any requests?”

“Uh nothing in particular, just keep it light and you might as well make it brunch while you are at it. I know for a fact that Jean-Claude is going to go all out at tonight’s party and you don’t want to be full for one of his parties.” Micah advised, with a surprisingly mild tone. Harry knew that Micah didn’t like Jean-Claude and was not afraid of letting that be reflected in his tone.

“Okay, I’ll get right to it.” Harry got up from the chair, leaving Sigmund laying on it and went into the kitchen, heading straight over to the coffee machine and the French Press. He knew that unless Anita got at least three mugs of coffee in her on her day off, she would be unable to hold a conversation with anyone.

Deciding to just take the easy route today, he put some eggs on the stove to boil and pulled out some toast, mayonnaise and some vegetables to make some egg salad sandwiches.

Ten minutes later, the sandwiches were done, the coffee in the French Press and the table ready. And he was just in time too because as soon as he had finished setting out the mugs for the coffee and the orange juice for himself, Anita, Richard and Micah all walked in.

Sitting down to eat, Anita didn’t even say good morning until halfway through her second mug of coffee. Anita had the most amazing collection of coffee mugs. Some were ‘normal’ and penguin themed. Most had borderline offensive quotes that she just bought to make her boss Bert angry. He had ‘requested’ that all the animators bring in their own coffee mugs to work. Anita made him regret that decision on a day to day basis.

Today, her mug said: I talk to myself every once in a while. Give myself very good advice. Sometimes I even take it. Richards’s mug of tea, since he didn’t like coffee, had a pun…that Harry didn’t think he really appreciated: Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside a dog, it's too dark to read.

Micah had read his and promptly burst out laughing. Out of the four in the house, Micah was definitely the most easygoing one: Stupidity isn't punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop.

Harry, knowing better, had simply forgone the coffee and just got a glass for his orange juice. Once everyone was finished, he cleaned up the table and started to do the dishes while Richard, Micah and Anita decided what they were going to do for the day. As it was a weekend, they just decided to watch some boring television until the party.

Doing the mindless tasks of cleaning up the kitchen, making the beds and vacuuming gave Harry more time to let his thoughts wander. He knew that even if he decided he wanted nothing to do with his mates, he had to have them for a reason, magic always had reasons. So even if he decided he did not need them, fate would just throw him a curve ball and make him actually need them. But he didn’t need to know them. Ultimately, he could just get magic satisfied by doing what it demanded he do without growing attached to them or them to him.

“Harry, it’s about time we get ready!” Anita called from the living room, interrupting his mind wanderings.

Glancing at a clock, Harry wondered why he had to get ready at three. Wasn’t the party in the evening? Walking into the living room, Harry decided to ask. “Why are we getting ready now?”

“Even though the party officially starts at six, unofficially it starts at four. Jean-Claude wants to meet you privately before the party.” Anita informed him.

Nodding, Harry walked out of the living room and headed towards the shower. Once he finished his shower, he quickly changed his clothes and ran downstairs. He walked in to a much fuller living room. There were three men standing around Richard and another two standing talking to Micah. Anita was the first to spot him.

“Oh good timing Harry. You get to meet some of the pack and pard before we get to the party. Over by Richard is some of his pack. The one with the cornrows is Jamil, his first enforcer, called the Sköll in pack lingo. The Chinese man is Shang Da, his second enforcer or his Hati. And the blonde is Jason, one of the wolves.”

Harry observed the three men around Richard. Jamil had rich mocha skin and cornrows about shoulder length. From where he was standing, Harry could see some beads scattered throughout the rows. He looked to be about 6 feet in height and well muscled.

Shang Da was as Anita had described him, a tall Chinese man. He was about as tall as Richard and his chin showed a very faint five o'clock shadow.

Jason looked like a happy go lucky teenager. He was the same height as Anita at 5’ 3” and had corn silk blonde hair just barely reaching his shoulders. His eyes were a sky blue and looked to be full of life.

While he had been studying the three males, Anita went on with the introductions. “Over by Micah are two of the pard members. The older looking gentleman is Merle, the previous leader of the pard and now the main enforcer for Micah. And the blonde is Nathaniel, one of the wereleopards of the pard.”

Merle was an older looking gentleman around his fifties with white hair and grey eyes. He was very well muscled and around 6’ tall.

Nathaniel looked to be around the same age as Jason. He was slightly taller than Harry standing at 5’6” and had waist length auburn coloured hair. He was broad shouldered and had a face that was more beautiful than handsome, yet masculine as well. His face looked strong boned with high cheekbones and large lavender eyes.

Smiling politely, Harry nodded to them each in turn with a soft “Nice to meet you.”

“Oh wow…Anita where have you been hiding him all these years!” Jason burst out, practically gushing over Harry. “Are you taken? If yes do you have a brother? And if no are you free tomorrow?”

Richard calmly smacked the younger male with a growl of “Jason!”

Hearing his alpha’s warning tone, Jason immediately quieted down.

“Stay away from him!” Richard growled protectively.

“Don’t take what he says to heart.” Jumping slightly, Harry turned around to see Nathaniel had come up behind him without his notice. “Jason flirts with everyone, so don’t take it to heart, he doesn’t mean to be offensive.”

Smiling, Harry calmly replied, “Don’t worry, no harm no foul.”

“I think we should get going.” Micah told them, glancing at the clock.

Once all of them were piled into their separate cars, they headed off towards the Circus of the Damned, one of the establishments owned by Jean-Claude. It also was the apparent residence of the Master of St. Louis and the daytime resting ground of the St. Louis kiss of vampires.

Realizing that this would be his first time in the preternatural District, Harry kept an eye out for when they arrived, he didn’t want to miss anything.

When they started moving, he realized that he was seated between Nathaniel and Jason. Deciding that maybe making some friends with Richard and Micah’s subordinates wasn’t such a bad idea, Harry decided to get to know them.

“So where do you guys work?” he asked, wondering what sort of jobs they had.

“We’re both stripper’s at Jean-Claude’s club, Guilty Pleasures.” Jason replied, tone mild.

Choking, Harry stared at them wide eyed before realizing that his mind was trying to conjure up images of the two men naked. Shaking his head harshly with a blush, Harry decided not to say anything else. Nathaniel on the other hand had other ideas.

“Jason is also Jean-Claude’s pomme de sang. Basically it mean’s he’s his food. Jean-Claude feeds off him when he gets too hungry.” Nathaniel added.

“O…oh, okay.” Harry honestly didn’t know what to say to that, so he just pretended to be looking out the window as they entered the District.

~*~ Nathaniel’s POV~*~

Nathaniel watched as Jason embarrassed the younger male, giving a wry smile at his shy nature. He was certainly a cute one, just a bit shorter than himself with the most brilliant green eyes Nathaniel had ever seen.

He wondered what was wrong with his leopard though. When he had seen Jason flirt with Harry, his leopard had shot a spike of energy through him, making him want to jump the younger male and claim him. He found this very unusual, as everyone knew he was the most submissive person ever so why did his leopard suddenly decide to go all alpha, dominate on him?

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Since I don't have the option of sending you private messages, I'll reply to reviews here. But beware, some of my replies may have spoilers. Again my email is jae4ever23@yahoo.ca if anyone wants to send me a private email instead of a public review!

Markhal: You are more than welcome honey, I am glad it has you intrigued!

unneeded: Pads, Moon and Voldy will appear, when I don't know yet. They come in after Harry has accepted all his mates and realized what curve ball fate has thrown him this time. Eventually he will go back to England, what happens then I honestly don't know yet, my muse just wants them to get together right now and have s*x XD

Thanks SO much for telling me about the typos and if you ever spot any others please let me know, I do read through's but I know I miss some sometimes. As for Nate...I agree he is a sweetie and yes he most definitely will get to know him. As for Jean-Claude's interest, it was always there but he wanted to force their hand, now that Harry is of age they can't stop them from meeting.

TheQuiveringQuill: All of Harry's mates will be at the party, he just won't know it.

tbsigma08 : I know! I am trying to manage one guy and I am stressed, I can't imagine doing 10 at once! Glad you enjoyed it hun!

chester: Voldemort does appear, just not for awhile.

Markhal: There are too many men in the series, I had to take some out! One of my biggest worries is keeping everyone in character...I think I honestly fail at it XD And please, do tell about who you think the mates are, I really want to know what the readers think so far!

Alright, till next update! And don't forget, you can always talk to me on Facebook, just 'like' DrackenLady! I love hearing from everyone!
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