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A Family Forgotten	By : Dreamwind Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 29775 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter or Anita Blake Vampire Hunter books & movies. All rights and profits are property of J.K. Rowling, the Warner Brothers Studio and Laurell K Hamilton.

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Part: 5/?
Characters: Harry Potter, Richard Zeeman, Jamil, Charlotte Zeeman
Warnings: see chapter 1
AN: The majority of this chapter is not showing up. Unfortunatly, I don't know what is wrong or how to fix it. So if you can't read it let me know by either leaving a review with your contact information and I'll send you a text file of the chapter. If you have an idea what the problem is with aff or my file let me know. I would like to get the chapter working here. Thanks!

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The flight had been almost as bad as he had thought it would. While there hadn't been any crying babies, and the movie had been decent, he had been seated next to an older woman who just couldn't stop talking about her newest grandchild. While it hadn't been that bad at the beginning Harry had later realized that he had made a mistake in answering her. She had taken his responses, non-committal as they were, as his enjoyment of her conversation and had talked for three hours before she had been distracted by the lunch that was brought to them. Fortunately for Harry the lunch seemed to make the lady sleepy and she had spent most of the last few hours of the flight sleeping. Which meant he was able to take a nap as well. Here's hoping Mr. Granger's advice on sleeping through the flight will help me get used to St Louis time.

St. Louis Airport, Several Hours Later

Harry sighed and slumped down the wall and onto the pavement outside the airport. It had been a long flight, a long day, and a long time waiting for his bags at the turn-style. The only good thing so far about the flight was that Hedwig and Bastet seemed fine, a little grumpy about being caged up for so long, but happy to once more be in the open air. Although the gasoline smell probably wasn't something they were enjoying. He certainly wasn't. All he had to do now was wait for one of the Zeeman's to pick him up.

I wonder which one will come pick me up?

Harry was still thinking about his new family when Hedwig began hooting madly. He blinked rapidly and quickly turned towards her making 'shushing' sounds.

"Do you really think the owl will quiet down just because you ask her too?"

Harry looked up and up and up. The man standing in front of him was tall with broad shoulders and what Harry guessed was blond hair. With the man standing so that the sun was behind him it made it hard to make out color and the details of his face. Harry had to fight the instinct to kick the man in the knee and run. The war is over. . . calm down, Harry.

As if to spit the man, Hedwig went quiet and began grooming her feathers. Her eyes however didn't leave the man.

The man chuckled. "Well, she certainly told me." The man dropped to his knees in front of Harry and stuck out his had. "Harry Potter?" Harry nodded slowly. "I am Richard Zeeman. I came to pick you up."

Harry shook the man's hand, stood up and brushed the back of his pants off. "You wouldn't mind showing ID would you? I have never seen a photo of you before, Mr. Zeeman."

The fact that Harry asked to see ID seemed to please the man. He pulled out his wallet and Harry was glade to see that the man was who he said he was. Richard Zeeman.

"Thank you, Mr. Zeeman."

"It's not a problem, Harry. And you can call me Richard."

"Of course."

Harry gathered Hedwig and Bastet while Richard picked up Harry's trunk. Harry couldn't help but watch Richard with a little wonder. If Harry hadn't known the man was a werewolf he never would have guessed. He is very good at hiding the feel of the magic that the curse leaves behind.

Harry watched a tall African-American man step out of the car Richard was walking to and pop open the boot of the car. The two men work quickly and easily together and Harry had to smile watching. It was obvious that the two knew each other well and that they respected each other. When Harry got to the car, Richard popped the passenger side door at the back of the car open and helped Harry slide in the two animal carriers. When they were done Richard began the introductions.

"Harry, I would like to introduce you to a good friend of mine, Jamil. Jamil, this is the cousin I was telling you about, Harry Potter."

The man, Jamil, nodded at Harry and stretched his hand out. Harry nearly gasped when their hands met. Electric power surged up his arm, leaving warm tingles dancing all throughout his body, and embarrassingly down his trousers. Jamil was a werewolf. Maybe I should have realized he could have been one? St Louis is supposed to have a large werewolf population according to Mr. Granger.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jamil."

Jamil's handshake was firm. A single dark eyebrow rose on the man's face. "You as well." With that Jamil dropped his hand and moved to get in the driver side of the car. Richard ushered Harry into the back, closing the door for him before getting into the front next to Jamil.

The drive wasn't too bad and Harry found himself staring out the window eagerly watching the passing scenery. Everything was so different from Surrey.

"Are you hungry, Harry? We could stop and get something to eat?"

Richard was staring back at Harry from over the front seat. "I haven't got anything but British pounds, I'm afraid."

Richard chuckled, a deep rich sound. "Don't worry about that. I'll pick up the tab." When Harry got ready to protest, Richard simply shushed him as Harry had Hedwig earlier. "My Mother would skin me alive if she thought I didn't feed you. It'll be a long ride to her house from here so if you don't want to eat that's fine, but I haven't had breakfast yet."

Harry nodded and Jamil and Richard began discussing places to eat and Harry went back to watching the passing scenery.

Zeeman Household, Three Hours Later

"Mother, I brought you a gift!"

"Richard dear, did you pick up Harry alright?"

"Of course Mother. I even fed him for you."

The woman that came to greet Richard reminded Harry very much of Molly Weasley. She had the same build and she exuded strength and seemed very much, from the small amount Harry had heard her say so far, as dominate in personality as Mrs. Weasley was. Charlotte Zeeman turned and greeted Jamil before grabbing Harry and hugging until he began to turn blue. Oh yes, she is DEFINITLY just like Mrs. Weasley.

"How was your flight, Harry? Did everything go okay?"

"Yes, Ma'am. The flight was alright."

"Good. Now let me take a look at you." Mrs. Zeeman held Harry out at arms length, inspecting him. "Dear, you are skinny as a rake. My boy Richard did feed you didn't he?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. You could still use some fattening up though." Charlotte gave Harry another bone crushing hug before letting him go. "Come along, Harry. I'll introduce you to my other children and then we'll get you all settled into your room. How does that sound?"

"That sounds lovely, Ma'am."

"Harry dear, you're family. You don't have to keep calling me 'Ma'am.' You're family now. You can call me Auntie if you'd like."

Fmaily. She wants me to be family. Harry smiled.

Tbc...

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