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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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They all arrived within minute of each other. Anita and Harry nodded at one another and Severus and Claudia actually greeted each other verbally. They moved effortlessly towards the opening to a home in a suburban part of St. Louis. The police tape was raised for them. It really didn’t matter about Harry and Severus showing ID to get in, because they had arrived with Anita, and every cop in St. Louis recognized the executioner.

Dolph stood next to another member of the RIPT team, a disheveled looking man about six feet with brown hair. He had a pleasant face, like he smiled and laughed a lot. Anita decided to make introductions for the new guys.

“Zerbrowski, your wife let you out the house like that again? Maybe I should call an intervention on the duties of a responsible spouse.” Anita smiled and hugged the man.

The laughter bubbled over the group as Zerbrowski retorted, “I would say go ahead, but you would have to settle down and become a spouse to at least one of your boyfriends. My money is on Nathaniel.” Anita just gave a flat look at the comment, but it only served to make the man laugh harder.

“You all might be fresh and energetic, but the rest of us are tired. Can you people just do what you need to do and leave?” Dolph didn’t even try to hide the sneer and revulsion at the group in front of him.

The group moved slowly into the entrance foyer of the house. The sight of blood soaked walls was handled expertly by the group. It looked to Anita that this really wasn’t anything new to Harry and Severus. Remembering some of what Harry told her about his past, but was that all to him, or was he as much a friend to casual tragedy as she was?

The first body was in a pool of bodily fluids with tags that the forensics guys had placed here and there. The body looked like it was crushed, literally. Anita wondered what kind of creature could do this to a human body or whether it was some device. She looked over to Harry and saw him exchange a look with Severus.

“What? You know something,” she stated to the two men.

“Whoever killed this woman used a bone crushing hex. The magical signature is too degraded to get a reading to track, but this was definitely done with our brand of magic.” Severus answered her.

“So the same as the theatre?” She asked.

“Maybe or not, there are more than us and deatheaters who use magic like this. It certainly doesn’t have the same grandiose theme as the theatre.” Harry looked at Anita and Severus with a shrug.

“Well, who handles these things when your magic is used to wreak havoc?”

“Agents from whatever magical government, but they would have already cleaned this up if it was just a regular wizard or witch. I guess that tells us we are looking for the same culprits.” Harry looked pensive as he looked around their surroundings.

They soon moved up the stairs, led by Severus and his nose for blood. Severus led them to a bedroom right off the staircase. They saw the severed head in the corner sporting a little tag and the body pinned against the wall with no particular means of sticking it there. Harry and Severus knew immediately that it was a sticking charm. The lack of spray around the body gave Harry and Anita an eerie idea of what happened when the victim was decapitated. The image of someone drinking from a fountain of blood in the neck caused them to shiver.

Harry pulled his wand to nullify the sticking charm so that the coroner wouldn’t have to take the wall with the corpse or wait until the charm wore off. The body slumped to the ground like a headless baby doll.

They went to the last victim two doors down and Anita wanted to breathe a sigh of relief at something familiar. The third and last victim had a simple wound to the throat, two puncture points in the neck. By the look of the bite it was a female vamp. Anita made comment on it and got Severus as back up to her conclusion. They were taken aback when the body began to convulse. Anita immediately thought that the body was turning early, but the voice and empty eyes of the body let them all that this had been a message to Harry.

“Harry Potter,” the broken throated voice rasped. “You made a mistake when you spared us. We have more power than our Lord now. We will finish you and the traitor, Severus.” The body went limp. Anita looked over to Harry and Severus with more questions than she had before. She just gestured for them to leave and discus it in a more private place.

The living quarters of the Circus of the Damned was crowded with a number of people. Jean-Claude had called for a meeting between Harry’s group and his own. He had undetectable vampires and they weren’t under his control in his city. He had even called Malcolm, the local vampire church leader to confer with him. Malcolm sat amongst the other preternatural people looking unmoved and stiff as only an old vampire can.

“It is nice to meet you, Malcolm. I am glad that you could join us,” Harry extended his hand to the smiling vampire.

Malcolm was charming in the televangelist way of religion pushers, “It is nice to meet you as well. Although, I am not sure why I was called here.” Malcolm kept Harry’s hand secured in his while he spoke. Harry simply smiled at the vampire and allowed the contact. Anita and Jean-Claude had warned Harry about Malcolm’s vampire ability. He could read a mind with physical touch and all vampire powers increased with touch.

“I am quite willing to answer any questions you wish, if you are willing to provide assistance to us, but I wouldn’t try taking that information as you are trying now.” Harry squeezed the hand that had suddenly loosened in his own. “May I present my husband, Severus Snape.”

Harry gestured to the raven haired vampire slightly behind him to step forward. Malcolm’s charming smile faltered at the introduction, but regained its light quickly, but Malcolm wasn’t offered a hand by this man.

“I’m sure it would have been fully publicized if homosexual marriage was legalized, especially one between vampire and human.”

Harry laughed at the comment, shaking his head, “Much like you are subject to a different set of laws from your vampire council, we, Severus and I, are subjects of a government body that does allow us our official union.”

Malcolm looked confused for a moment and the vampire calculation that every undead possessed reared its head in his expression, before it was wiped away and replaced with pleasantness again. He retook his seat and looked around waiting for his explanation of his needed presence.

“Malcolm,” Jean-Claude’s French accented voice began. “We in St. Louis are under siege from a rogue group of vampires, much like Vittorio’s visit. We asked you here for the purpose of making sure your church is not hiding this group, unintentionally. We need to know whether any new vampires with seemingly low level of power joined your organization recently. I assure you they are quite dangerous.”

Malcolm looked at the small dark haired man across from him and nodded, but said jerkily, “No, I haven’t.”

The affirmative nod was not unnoticed by all, neither was the forced tone of the answer. Harry immediately drew his wand and aimed it at the master vampire. “Please do not resist, I am not going to harm you.” He reassured the stiffening vampire.

Harry cast the legilimens spell silently and stared into the vampires eyes for a few moments. He blinked back into focus as everyone in the room started to get worried that Malcolm may roll the little wizard. Harry looked perturbed as he turned and stared at Severus. The silent communication was almost obvious to everyone experienced in that type of mental connection.

Anita was the one to break the silence, “What is it,” her characteristic impatience bleeding through.

“They are using the church as their cover, but not as parishioners. They are church heads. They altered the good reverend here to not actively think about them, but I don’t think they realize that altering a preternatural mind is tricky. They used a pretty low level spell or weren’t powerful enough to perform what they were going for.” Harry grimaced at the fact that the death eaters would be so bold, but how did they know to cover themselves like this or how did they get turned?

“How do I free my church from their influence?” Malcolm asked the man in front of him.

“I would like you to just go about business as usual. For now they are no threat to your church. Anita has a warrant and I have my own paperwork concerning this group. I think it more prudent to keep them from running and hiding than, going after them. I just pray that they stay hidden for a bit longer. Their message is delivered for now.” Harry looked to Severus and the man nodded his agreement with his husband’s assessment of the situation. Harry turned to Anita with a question in her eyes.

“I can only hold off until more blood is spilled, once that happens it is no telling who the Marshal service might send in to ‘help’.” She answered. She in turn looked to Jean-Claude.

“Ma Petite, thank you for this. I know your job is about action, but I fear this is not just an attack on Harry, but us as well. I want you to be safe for now.”

There was a sudden stirring of the guards as Fredo stepped forward to speak into Jean-Claude’s ear. The vampire showed no outward emotion at the message being delivered, but Anita knew that something was up. She looked across to the silent Richard sitting and not participating in the powwow. He looked tense at something, but Anita could not fathom what it was. A sudden power spike flooded the room as the guards moved towards the entrance doors to the lounge room. They had their hands on their weapon and Anita followed suit. She nodded to Malcolm to move from his seat in the open and move closer to the group.

They were comfortably clustered when a familiar power washed over them. Only Anita, Jean-Claude, and Richard recognized the taste of this power, but everyone tasted it. It tasted of the sea, salty and crisp. Anita immediately reholstered her gun.

“What is she doing here?” she asked Jean-Claude, “and unannounced?”

“I have no idea, Ma Petite, but it was an ‘emergency’.” Jean-Claude stood and held a hand out to Anita to buffer the power of the familiar siren. In the next few moments three people walked in two of them upright and regal and the third battered and barely standing.

“Thea, Sampson, it is an unexpected pleasure to welcome you back to St. Louis.” He looked pointedly towards the battered guest.

Leucothea, ‘Thea’, wife to the Master of City of Cape Cod, did not spare the miscreant, now collapsed at her feet a look while she greeted Jean-Claude and Anita.

“Master of St. Louis, it is a pleasure to be here as well, although I am not here with pleasant news. Anita Blake, I hope you are well, but there is still a task that has not been performed.” She indicated her son standing next to her.

“Thea, I am sure you realize some of the threats posed to us since that agreement was made. Your son was in danger while here and seems that we are still not safe.” Anita sounded exasperated with the tall woman before her.

“That is true and the news I come baring is not pleasant, but I think it is expected. We recently acquired a vampire of Belle’s line that shows signs of possessing a smaller form of the arduer. The turmoil of your territory forced us to see if there were other avenues for the task I set you and to avoid unpleasantness within the family. However, it did not work because the vampire was not from Belle’s line after all, but Padmas.”

“How could you have been mistaken?” Anita asked the Siren. Yes, Thea was a siren, a rare type of mermaid. Anita had been tasked with trying to bring forth the power of Thea’s son Sampson, by using the arduer and regular sex, but some metaphysical attacks by the Mother of all Vampires caused Anita to send the man away to safety back in Cape Cod.

The answer came from, not Thea, but Harry in a spoken whisper. “A spell, a love spell.”

“Yes, young one, you are correct. And how could you guess that?” Thea turned and for the first time took an interest in the others present in the room. “Are you one of Anita’s or are you yet to be claimed?” Thea looked amused at her own wit.

“I am Harry Potter.” Harry stared the siren down and was amused himself when she balked at not having any sway over him with the direct eye contact.

“You are a wizard?”

“Yes.”

“It has been a long time since I have met one of your kind; you hide so well.”

“Who is that?” Harry pointed to the crumpled heap of body on the floor wanting to move the conversation along and confirm what he suspected.

“That is Undine and she is yours to do with as you please.”

“Why are you presenting her to us?” Anita chimed in confused as always until someone spells it out to her what is going on.

“She is the reason you have a wizard vampire problem.”

“But how did you know there was a problem?” Richard’s deep voice sounded and reminded everyone the werewolf was still present.

“You are one of the emerging powers of the U.S. Everyone has eyes and ears for your city. It has taken others centuries to amass the power you wield here. Do you honestly think that with the avid interest of the council, no one else is watching you?” Thea laughed and her voice tinkled like water drops in the still room.

“Undine is a mermaid who found an island of wizards in the northern seas.” Thea nudged the lump on the floor. “And she interfered in affairs not her own.”

A pitiful moan was heard from the figure on the floor, “’m sorry majesty, have mercy.”

“You child have caused lives to be lost and my husband grief. Now you will face judgment.”

“I’m sorry but what does her and this island has to do with our problems here?” Anita looked around waiting for the explanation she needed to make sense of this mess.

Harry exhaled and brought everyone’s attention to him, “Anita, do you remember I told you we sent everyone who helped Voldemort to prison?”

“Yeah, that’s where these vamps came from. Did you have vampires at this prison?”

“No, but I do know that there are mermaid colonies near the prison. Azkaban is an island in the Northern Sea. It is isolated so that there will be no escape. We had never thought that the mermaid colonies posed a threat, because our prisoners never had access outside of the prison walls, not until recently. My godfather was imprisoned falsely and tormented for twelve years in those walls. When the war ended I didn’t want the people that didn’t receive trials and may be innocent, but still sympathizing bigots to suffer more than necessary, especially since we didn’t use dementors as guards. I suggested we run the prison more muggle. That meant allowing certain prisoners privledges and opportunity based on crime and behavior to go outside. I never thought there would be a problem on an isolated island.

“I am guessing that this Undine,” he pointed to heap, “help some wizards escape and brought them here. Am I right?” He looked at Thea questioning his logic.

“Yes, her and several others help a number of wizards escape and brought them to the Cape, unknown to Samuel and I. Madison could call mermaids.”

“Madison?” Anita asked for clarification.

“The imposter from the Master of Beasts. I believe he held Undine in thrall when she brought the wizards to shore. We do not know who cast the original love spell to mimick the arduer, but we know Undine’s wizards help keep it renewed. It was a blatant attack on us from the council. We have come under fire for our ties to St. Louis.”

Sampson spoke for the first time, “Jean-Claude, Anita, it is our regret that any of our people have aided in anyway the trouble you suffer now. They caused havoc in the Cape, before they left and we waited for news to see where they headed to take care of the situation, but when we heard news of trouble here, we…”

“I understand perfectly and must apologize as well,” Jean-Claude smiled and clasped Sampson’s hand. “We did not want our friendship to cause you trouble or pain. We only wished to help strengthen you and your power. As any of our allies, we wish only prosperity to you.”

Thea stepped forward again, “We hold no ill will, but I must ask if Anita will complete the task we asked of her? We could easily prevent this from happening again if there is another ruler to send out to the colonies. I hate to be separated from Samuel and have been remiss in educating my people in the ancient treaties.” Thea looked to Harry with a tinge of apology and regret.

“It is also our fault that we have not had open communications with you as well.” Harry answered the silent apology, “The Minister of Magic is in residence for this issue, if you would like to come to dinner while here and discus with him a tentative date for a conference?”

The diplomacy and leadership shown in the young man before the preternaturals present was amazing. They had known from the first confrontation between Anita and Harry that wizard had power, but he showed much more of his capabilities in his dealings with Thea than in any other action.

“I would be honored to present myself for dinner,” she turned to Jean-Claude. “If I am allowed a lengthier amount of time in the territory?”

“Thea, you are welcome for as long as you can bear to be away from Samuel.” Jean-Claude answered the siren. “I will have rooms made up for you immediately.”

Thea nodded and looked back to Harry. Her eyes wondered past Harry’s shoulder to the tall vampire behind him and the hand placed on the wizards shoulder. “I see you are claimed.”

“I am sorry again. I have not introduced you to my husband, Severus Snape.”

Thea looked pleased, “So you really are the Harry Potter. The presence of the infamous Professor Snape has confirmed it.”

At the look of surprise she continued, “We do keep up with our cousins of fresh water. The Black Lake colony speaks of your heroics and, what I thought only, legend. It is an honor to be in your presence.”

Harry simply flushed and ducked his head at the praise shown him. It instantly endured him to everyone even more. Malcolm brought them back to the issue at hand when he made it known he was leaving to go tend his flock.

“Malcolm thanks to you for the cooperation. If for any reason they seem to be dangerous or violent let us know immediately, please?”

“I will protect my flock with my life.” Malcolm walked out of the room with sympathetic eyes upon him.

The rest of the group soon made their excuses to leave such as work and management duties. Richard called for Harry before he departed and took him aside to talk to him.

“Harry, I needed to talk to you about Thursday and what to expect at the Lupanar.”

“Can you come by tomorrow afternoon or evening? Maybe dinner? Thea will probably be chatting with Draco and Severus for most of dinner. I am not much for politics.”

Richard wanted to scoff, but the humility that came off of Harry said enough to the wolf that Harry was all sincerity. “I would be honored. Shang-Da and Jamil will be present as well.” He informed the wizard of his extra guests.

“That is no problem. We are equipped to host a state dinner if need be.” Harry smiled and waved goodbye as he and Severus left the Circus for home.

Teddy was running around in his wolf form practically the whole day. It was only right before Richard and his bodyguards showed up that Teddy decided to forego his snowy fur and paws. Teddy wasn’t a napper by any standard of an eight year old. So while full grown werewolves couldn’t spend all day in wolf form and come back energetic, Teddy was downright chirpy.

Harry observed the naked eight year old run into the house to grab some clothing and get ready to see his new alpha. The twins were huddled together, probably developing something to help with the death eater problem or a prank. Harry narrowed his eyes and resolved to have a talk with them about the seriousness of their guests tonight. He started to stalk over to the twin terrors when a voice rang out from behind him.

“Oi, mate, this looks more secluded than the Burrow. Are you trying to sneak up on the twins, not a good idea, mate?”

Harry wanted to hex his best friend, but wanted to laugh more when he turned around and saw the sly smirk on Ron Weasley’s face. “Git. What, did you get thrown out of the country?”

“Ronnikins!!!” The twins exclaimed as they noticed the ruckus.

Ron was tackled from behind by Teddy and hugged within an inch of his red headed life. Severus was behind the affectionate kid to pluck him off the gasping Uncle Ron. Teddy’s hair instantly changed to a Weasley red in his joy.

“Is Auntie Hermione coming as well?”

Ron looked a little saddened, “No, kiddo, she’s too pregnant to floo or portkey, but I’m not chopped liver am I?”

“Of course not Uncle Ron, but Auntie ‘Mione always brings me new books.” As if on cue Ron pulled out a shrunken stack of tomes for the little wolf. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Well that should keep him busy for a couple days. I swear Tonks and Hermione must have been sisters or something.” Harry watched Teddy run back in the house with his books. He’d probably have Mitzy unshrink them for him. “Teddy, Richard will be here in half an hour don’t get too distracted.”

“I won’t,” he called back from the top of the stairs.

“Who’s Richard?” Ron asked.

“The hunky Ulfric of the local pack,” Draco drawled as he moved towards the crowd at the back French doors.

“Well, if it isn’t our cock hungry Minister,” Ron sneered. There was never any lost enmity between the two men, even if Ron had voted for the ferret.

“Is your wife’s cunt as bushy as her head?” Draco retorted back to the former Gryffindor.

“You poncy ferret, I’m going to—”

“You will not and poncy?” Harry put his hands on his hips and glared at his friend.

“Well you know what I mean. He’s poncy all the time. You, Harry, are manly and tough and powerful.”

“I think I’m going to be sick. Does your wife know that you’re aching to have it, Weasel?” Draco drawled and turned to have a seat on the couch across the room.

“Yeah, she knows and she accepts me for who I am.” The wine that Draco was about to sip was stopped inches from his mouth and almost dropped. The blond eyed the red head and the incredulity on his face was highly amusing to everyone in the room, especially Harry.

“Draco, I suggest we keep cool heads around here until after this dinner tonight.” Harry motioned for the twins to follow him and winked at Ron. He giggled again when a strangled sound came from Draco’s direction again.

Dinner was on par with any state dinner. Mitzy was a god send when Harry lost Dobby. She had been an abused elf of a deceased death eater. All house elves belonging to death eaters had come to Hogwarts for safety once Voldemort had been defeated. Mitzy was battered but her cornflower blue tennis ball eyes had held determination and the capacity to still care and trust. Harry, despite Hermione’s ranting, had immediately offered the elf a home. She had made his life an almost paradise ever since.

“So that’s a siren,” Ron asked his friend, indicating Thea sitting down the table next to Draco. “Maybe Malfoy isn’t part veela, but siren. There features are the same beautiful.”

“Are you sure it’s me you think so fondly of?” Harry snickered under his breath.

“I have never called the ferret ugly, just poncy.” Ron sniffed indignantly like he had proved a huge point. “Although, I can say Remus never had the build of these werewolves.”

Richard perked up at the mention of Teddy’s father, “Harry, could you tell me more of Teddy’s father and his infection?”

“Well, the way that Remus told me, he was bitten when he was really young, younger than Teddy. Fenrir Greyback had a thing for attacking children; there were rumors of pedophilia as well, but he wasn’t the type to leave witnesses. When he came to school he would go to an old shack off the grounds to transform every full moon. He could only change on the full moon; Teddy can change anytime he wants.” At that statement Richard looked at his two enforcers.

“Remus looked like a long limbed wolfman transformed, but Teddy looks like a regular wolf. Teddy can also transform specific parts of his body. He freaked us out the first time he popped a claw to open the wrapper on a DVD.” Harry and Severus both smiled at the memory.

“Harry, did you know that what Teddy can do is something only powerful alphas can do? Does he sleep after he returns to human form?”

“Teddy does not nap. He has refused to since his fifth birthday. But no, he does not require sleep after his transformations,” Severus answered the Ulfric.

“This is amazing. I have never heard of this in someone so young.”

“My wife thinks it’s his magic. Like how Remus and Greyback’s wolves were so different, but Teddy is more of a natural wolf.” Ron smiled at the sunny brown haired Ulfric.

“Where is your wife?” Richard asked. He was definitely aware of all the male company and only Thea, as the odd woman out.

“Back in England,” Ron swallowed a mouthful of food, “she’s too pregnant to make the trip. Plus, she thought that I and Harry could do a little male bonding, before the baby gets here.” Ron smiled brightly at his friend.

“Male bonding, huh, is that what they call it. I call it sex.” Draco drawled, drawing himself from conversation with Thea. “You’re so obvious. Does Granger know she’s your beard?”

“We’re supposed to be civil with each other, ferret face. Keep my wife out of it.”

“So you and Harry are lovers?” Richard looked confused.

“No, we’re mates, best mates. And if you can’t indulge with your best mate, than who can you?”

“The closet queer’s mantra,” Draco smirked.

“Draco, that is enough,” Severus scowled at his godson. Severus turned to the confused looking Richard, “Because of the longevity of wizards and vampires, couples are with each other for far longer than muggle couples, so we spice up our sex life with extra partners. It’s amusing, most of the time.”

Severus’ blasé attitude and explanation just had the Ulfric nodding his understanding. He thought about the current situation with Anita, and if she ever took the fourth mark. They, all three of them, could live an impossibly long life and he loved Anita, but would he need others like Anita? This was food for thought for Richard. He had been working his homophobic issues with his therapist. He had acknowledged that he had urges, but he never wanted to be put in the submissive position. That was the heart of his fear with Jean-Claude and the other dominant men in Anita’s life.

“You wizards are an interesting bunch. I am glad I was invited tonight. The Cape gets tedious at times.” Thea laughed, a tinkling washing over the other men in the room. Every man knew the desire she could induce, but Jean-Claude had assured Harry that it would not happen. Her husband Samuel was a possessive spouse.

“When my Sampson is brought into his power, I think you will fall over yourselves to have him.” Thea looked smug.

Later after their guests left Harry and Severus sat on the back porch, Severus with his arms around Harry. “Do you want to try, Sev? Teddy’s eight now and we wouldn’t want there to be a huge gap. I mean they won’t even be in school together and Hermione is going to have Rose in a month.”

“Harry must I remind you that we are in the midst of a crisis?”

“But, Sev, if I stopped living my life because so maniac was trying to kill me, I would have died a virgin.” Harry shuddered at the thought of the threesome Ron, Hermione and he engaged in while on the horcrux hunt.

“Harry, I want children with you as well, but this really isn’t the time.”

“But I would be pregnant for nine months, Sev. Do you think this situation is going to last that long?”

“No, but are you sure?” The vampire pushed Harry forward and turned him around to look into his eyes. The emeralds that sparkled back at him were answer enough. “Very well, I will brew the potion, but this means a restriction on our play activities. There will be no bottoming for you for anyone, but me.”

“Of course,” Harry answered Severus, turning back around and snuggling back against his mate. “Thank you, love.”

“Anything for you, brat.”

“What if we got twins?” Harry giggled at Severus’ groan. “Want to go practice now?”

“Indeed, I would.”

Their hurried assent up the stairs was only marked by Ron and Draco as they played a game of chess. The door nearly made a hole in the wall behind with the enthusiasm that Harry put into opening it. He quickly divested himself of his clothing and jumped on the large bed. He splayed himself against the headboard and looked seductively at Severus.

“My, aren’t we eager to do some practicing?” Severus unbuttoned his black shirt as he moved slowly towards the naked nymph on the bed. The pale skin of his chest was revealed to Harry and a gasp escaped his mouth. Severus smiled, his dark eyes glittering as his hand ran down the middle of his torso to his belt buckle. The tan khaki pants he wore were muggle attire he approved of highly. The belt easily undone, Severus caressed the zipper teasing his husband’s eyes.

“Please, Sev, let me see it?” Harry pleaded.

Severus ran his long, pale fingers across the metal fastening again causing a whimper from the bed. He finally gripped the metal tab and pulled it slowly down, revealing dark hair to emerald eyes. Harry’s cock was standing at attention, dripping wet with precum as he watched Severus push his trousers down, letting them fall to the floor. Severus smoothly stepped out of shoes and pants to stand naked at the end of the bed.

Harry was flushed with desire as he looked over the hard form of the vampire before him. The defined chest and flat stomach screamed at Harry’s senses to taste them. Severus just stood at the end of the bed and smirked at the smaller man.

“What are you waiting for Sev?”

“You,” Severus answered. His smirk widened into a leering smile.

Harry crawled to the edge of the bed, where his face was level with Severus’ cock. He gently kissed the soft flesh and ran his tongue up the length. He lightly sucked at the fur covered testicles, tonguing them just the way he knew Severus liked. The vampire moaned above him. Harry became impossibly harder at the guttural sound. Harry coated the package with saliva as he worshipped the shape and size and length on offer. Severus was never sorrier he hadn’t found a solution to the requirement of a vampire to feed for sex. The requirement of fresh blood in the system was a slightly sore point to being an undead. His flaccid cock looked so good being lavished by Harry. He moved to pull Harry up to drink and give his husband something to fully fill his mouth, but Harry moved away quickly.

“Severus, I forgot to prepare myself for you. You know we get carried away.” Harry flicked his wrist and a small bottle of lube flew into his hands. Harry spread his legs while he lay on his back. He coated three fingers and slowly slid them across his puckered opening. He moaned and bit his lip as he stared straight into Severus’ eyes. He pushed two of his fingers into himself and gasped, “mmm, hurts good, Sev.”

Harry stroked himself slowly at first, but it became too good, as he added the third finger into himself, he sped up considerably. He moaned loudly as he finger fucked himself and kept full eye contact with Severus the whole time.

Severus was reaching the end of his limit of patience. He loved watching Harry play with himself, but this was beyond his willpower. Harry was like a siren as he vocalized his pleasure and looked deeply into Severus’ eyes knowingly. He gave up at the sight of the fourth finger entering Harry’s sphincter. Harry didn’t use four fingers, ever, to prepare himself; he preferred the additional stretching he needed to take Severus to hurt a bit. Severus pulled the hand from the younger wizard and flipped him unto his stomach. He shoved three fingers into the twitching hole and sank his fangs into where Harry’s shoulder and neck met. Severus drank deeply as his cock filled almost instantly.

“Please, Sev, fuck me, please,” Harry begged of the vampire behind him.

Severus pulled his fingers out of the clenching hot hole and lifted Harry up to his knees. He flung himself against the head board and fisted his cock, “You wanted to be on exhibition tonight, so then ride me.”

Harry quickly complied and seemed to jump upon the hard shaft held steady for him. He sank down and sighed in contentment. The hard slap to his hip jerked him out of his revelry.

“Don’t just sit there, move!” Severus’ voice demanded of the man on his dick. Harry immediately started to move up and down. Severus watched as Harry’s wide legged stance gave him a perfect view of Harry swallowing his entire cock and making it reappear again. Harry was steadily increasing his speed and getting louder. Severus brought his hands up to Harry’s hips to help stabilize him and add more power to the thrusts.

Harry was nearly incoherent as his hole filled and emptied. He was so distracted by his world of pleasure that he screamed when Severus’ thrusts got harder, ramming right into his sweet spot. Harry wasn’t expecting the orgasm to hit him so unexpectedly and neither did Severus, apparently, because Harry suddenly shot his load coating Severus’ face in his spunk. Harry kept bouncing up and down, riding out the tremors convulsing his body, especially his hole.

Severus was so turned on by the facial he received that he immediately flipped Harry to his back and started to ram him harshly into the bed. Harry simply screamed and moaned as he was overcome by orgasm again. The sucking, tightening hole of Harry was so erotic and perfect to Severus. He continued pounding in and out until his orgasm came upon him. He pulled out right as his climax started at the base of his cock. He positioned himself in front of Harry face and sprayed his juices all over the ex-gryffindor’s face. He kept stroking his member until every drop clung to his husband’s face.

“Merlin of a fuck stick Severus, we were supposed to be practicing to have a kid, you fucking have to come in my ass. My ass, Severus, the thing you were pounding like a dervish,” Harry pointed to the slightly reddened hole still twitching from use.

Severus simply smirked at the younger man, “I think that is why we need more practice. To get it right.”

Anita returned to the circus after her last raising. She headed to Jean-Claude’s suite instead of the one she shared with Micah and Nathaniel. She had been fantasizing about Jean-Claude’s ass and dick all throughout work. She wanted to run her tongue over the taut globes and swallow his cock. She opened the door to the bedroom and froze.

Before her was a sight that shocked, but made her cunt wet at the same time. Jean-Claude stood in the embrace of an unexpected Richard. Their mouths were locked together in a fierce battle for dominance, and it was hot. All Richard’s tanned muscled form wrapped around Jean-Claude’s pale, svelt, alabaster perfection was simply breathtaking.

Something broke in Anita like a dam creating a need within her that made her knees want to buckle. “Is there room for me?”

Both men pulled apart guiltily, but Anita was skeptical about whether they were really unaware of her entering the room. There were a vampire and a werewolf, two sets of the most highly tuned senses in the preternatural community. They looked shyly at Anita’s flushed desire and smiled.

“There will always be room for you, Ma Petite,” Jean-Claude answered. He moved further away from Richard, but Anita stopped him.

“No,” she smiled. “Continue kissing him like you were before.” She walked over and knelt next to the embracing men. She undid the flies of both men, pulling out their turgid cocks. They had been rubbing against each other before; Anita felt the wetness in each’s pants.

She brought both men to her mouth and licked the leaking heads. Jean-Claude had definitely fed tonight. The moans above her were like fingers on her cunt. Anita wondered whether Jean-Claude could make his moans solid like his voice. Someone thrust harder into her mouth and made the ultimate decision on who would be first to have her mouth. There was no way that she could double up on the head for these men. Richard was the second largest dick in her pseudo-harem and Jean-Claude definitely wasn’t a slouch on the size of his johnson. Richard had won the toss in this one.

Anita stroked Jean-Claude as she fellated Richard using the techniques she had been learning from Nathaniel. Richard made a guttural sound when he reached the back of Anita’s throat.

“Fuck, when did you learn that?” He exclaimed and thrust his tongue back into Jean-Claude’s mouth, dominating the Master of City. He angled his head slightly to glance, one eyed, down at Anita’s full mouth and throat.

Anita didn’t bother answering the man above her, figuring that the question was rhetorical and the situation not requiring actual conversation. She kept up her pace and swallowed every drop of liquid or used it to ease her way. She let Richard fall out her mouth with a pop and turned towards Jean-Claude’s neglected member. Richard growled, causing Anita’s wolf to stir within. Richard tore his mouth away from dominating the vampire to glare at Anita.

“I will say when he gets his turn.” He reached a hand down to pull Anita by the hair back to his dripping cock. Anita happily complied.

“Please, Richard,” the plea was extra arousing in the heavily accented French.

“You will have your turn when I am satisfied.” Richard’s reply had a slightly feral tone to it, it turned Anita on.

Anita was happily eating the cock in front of her and letting it massage her throat. She glanced up every other stroke to admire the scene in front of her. She wanted to stoke herself, but Jean-Claude would be neglected. She could feel her soaked panties rubbing her cunt as she minutely thrust her pelvis in time with her working mouth.

“Anita, strip and wait by the bed,” Richard commanded swiftly and Anita complied. Richard transformed his hand into a claw and swiped it down Jean-Claude’s clothing. They open in tattered strips to expose all that pale loveliness that was Jean-Claude. Richard turned Jean-Claude towards the bed, but did not give him leave to move in that direction or to take off his tattered clothing. He ran the same clawed hand down Jean-Claude’s backside. It was a testament to control on Richard’s part. Those dangerous claws could shred flesh so easily, but only tore through fabric.

Richard stood back from his work and spread the fabric aside and licked his lips at the exposed backside. He curved his arm around the front and made contact with Anita’s deep brown eyes. “You and he are mine tonight.” Anita only nodded her head in her mounting lust.

She watched as Richards hand snaked through torn cloth to fondle the pale body before him. He touched the vampire like he was claiming what was his and was only allowing Anita to share it.

“Get on the bed, Anita, you too Jean-Claude. Hands and knees.” He slapped Jean-Claude’s half clothed ass. Richard growled when Jean-Claude made to start removing his ruined clothing and boots. “No, as you are, now!”

Both dark haired beauties moved swiftly to the huge bed and presented themselves to Richard’s inspection. Richard enjoyed the picture of presented cunt and ass for him. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and stepped out of his jeans and hiking boots, quickly. He made it to the bed to see Anita move closer to Jean-Claude and take his mouth in a fierce kiss, but they stayed in position.

Richard climbed on the bed from the end to kneel behind both presented holes. “Where’s the lube Jean-Claude?”

“The drawer where it always is Mon Loup.”

“You know Anita is always dripping. The lube is for you.” Richard chuckled as a visible shiver passed through the vampire. Anita moaned at the thought of Richard taking them both.

Richard retrieved the lubricant and coated his fingers and spilled a little to dribble down past Jean-Claude’s hole. He passed his fingers over it next and elicited a very primal groan from the vamp.

“It has been so long Richard, please do not tease?” Jean-Claude pleaded with his dominant partner for the night. Richard obliged the vamp and sank a thick finger into the vamp’s ass. Richard positioned himself behind Anita and slammed home. He felt her orgasm instantly. She had been ready for penetration since she came through the door. He continued to pump in and out of her through her clasping orgasm. He moaned his pleasure in her tight, wet cunt. He pushed another finger into Jean-Claude’s fuck hole and smirked as the vamp reared back onto his hand.

Richard quickly shoved two more fingers into the vampire and made sure to get the sweet spot Raina, his ex-psychotic-lupa, had taught him was there. Jean-Claude rode his hand as he rode Anita. Richard pulled his glistening meat from Anita, with a moaned protest from the necromancer, but he quickly silenced her with more instructions. He flipped Jean-Claude quickly onto his back and held the vamps cock steady and ordered Anita onto it. Anita sank onto the rigid member facing Richard. Richard pushed Jean-Claude’s legs apart and entered him with a vengeance. The scream of pleasure from Jean-Claude at the penetration of such a large member drove Anita over the edge again. She kept moving on the shaft despite her constant peak.

Richard slammed into Jean-Claude as he spoke fluently of his satisfaction in French. Richard pulled Anita towards him and thrust his tongue in her mouth. He dominated both of the most important people in his life and loved it. Anita and Jean-Claude needed no coaxing to reach their climax as well, as Richard’s took hold of him. They all came together and the surge of power that crested over them was devastating. Each one of them seemed to go blank for a few moments. Their whole being was combined to one thought, together. They felt everything at once and it was amazing, the depth of emotion they carried for each other. Richard felt a well of regret created in him as he realized what he had been fighting for so long against, but there was an answering swell of comforting forgiveness for his new acceptance of Anita and Jean-Claude.

“You know it’s surprising that a Weasel like yourself can play so well,” Draco said as he moved his rook to take Ron’s pawn. The chest board sat between them like a real battle field and them opposing generals.

“Malfoy, I guess no one ever explained this to you, but a lack of funds doesn’t determine someone’s brain power.” Ron moved his queen to a seemingly vulnerable position and looked up at Draco as if to tell him ‘try it’ and smirk as the blond moved to take the mighty piece.

“Well, it seems that it does in this case,” Draco said and watched as a pawn mowed down the beautiful queen. He was so elated that he had destroyed such a valuable piece that he failed to see Ron’s quick move on his king.

“Checkmate, Minister,” the smile was smug as he watched the bishop that went unnoticed by his enemy sneak behind the king and cut his head off. Ron did not expect the next move from his opponent, though. Draco stood unsetting the board and began to sneer.

“How could you do that, sacrifice your most powerful, as a trap?” Draco looked incredulous.

Ron looked at the irate man before him and smiled as he took in the angular features and stormy gray eyes. Ron had always secretly liked the cool blond’s looks, but hated the entitlement and arrogance that Malfoy stood for, even after the war. Ron sat back away from the fallen play pieces and stared at the flushed man in front of him.

“Sacrifices are made every day, Minister, whether powerful or not. We never talked about a lot of our adventures during the war, but Harry was our most powerful and he was used over and over again. He died in the final battle, Draco. He wasn’t knocked unconscious, he died. I had to send my friend off into the forest knowing that he was going to give his life for ultimate victory. You can ask me how I can sacrifice a queen, when I already did that to my best friend. We are all pawns, as you well know, and the only thing that matters is victory in the end.” Ron stood up to stare at the shorter blond. His eyes raked over the platinum locks, the pouting lips, pointed chin, and trim figure.

“You know you are quite attractive for a ferret.” Ron leered at the shocked blond. He did not expect the next movements, though.

Draco leaned in to the other man and kissed the soft, full pink lips of his long time opponent. Draco opened his mouth to snake his tongue out to trace the other man’s lips, but was met by Ron’s tongue instead. Ron quickly took control of the kiss and plundered the mouth of the head of Malfoy. A soft moan and whimper from Draco made the corner of Ron’s mouth quirk as he mastered the man in his arms.

He pulled away from the panting blond after their lungs made it known that they needed air to function properly. Ron looked at a desire glazed Draco. “Money doesn’t determine dominance either.” Ron sat back down in the comfortable arm chair they had used to play and was joined quickly by Draco. The blond straddled Ron’s lap and ground his groin into a matching growth. It was Ron’s turn to moan as Draco licked a long swipe up his neck. He sucked a spot at Draco’s collar bone, while they moved against each other.

Ron ran his hands up Draco’s thighs and wanted to laugh when he realized that Draco wore nothing but his boots under his robes. Ron cast a silent spell and his fingers were dripping with lubrication. He ran a glistening finger around Draco’s pucker causing a deep moan of pleasure from the blond. Ron pushed a finger into the tight orifice all the way up to the third knuckle. He found Draco’s prostate immediately and ran over it repeatedly. Draco bit into Ron shoulder to keep from screaming out.

“Let me hear you. Harry has silencing spells for the living room; it’s his and Severus’ favorite fool around spot.” Ron added another finger and Draco lifted his head and screamed at the pleasurable stretch to his hole. Ron felt Draco riding his double digits and made it a triple affair soon after Draco seemed like he was sobbing with yearning. A gasped ‘more’ had Ron lifting the blond to undo his trousers. He rarely wore pants so he only had to get the zip undone before his cock was free. He pushed Draco down onto the crimson tumescence and sighed at the feeling of being squeezed in such a way.

Draco wanted to scream, cry, die; he couldn’t make up his mind at the moment of penetration. It just felt so damn good to be stretched so fully. He wanted to ask whether Weasley was using an engorgement spell, but the red head started to move and Draco’s mind went blank in the onslaught. Draco grabbed Ron’s shoulders like he was holding on for his life and that is how he felt as he was pounded by his school rival.

Ron wanted to laugh at the expression on the blond minister’s face, but the gripping tightness that wrapped around his cock probably caused his face to contort in a similar fashion.

“Merlin, your ass is tight, Draco. I barely fit.”

“It feels like you barely fit…ah! Right there, right there, harder.” Draco tightened his grip on the pale freckled shoulders.

“Am I hurting you? Harry complains sometimes too.”

“Ron, don’t mention Potter when your huge cock is up my ass, I need as much arousal as possible, and his name causes me to wilt.”

“You should let your rivalry go, you might like being friends.” Ron thrust up particularly hard into the blonde’s prostate causing Draco to lose coherent thought for a moment.

“Potter and I made an agreement to be friendly enemies, because there are too many real ones and we have always had fun in our battles with each other. We like it this way.” Draco used his leverage on the red heads shoulders to change his angle. Ron felt the blond tighten significantly. Ron gasped as Draco clamped down on him and rode him hard. They both climaxed at the same time. Draco spraying Ron’s clothed chest with creamy spunk and Ron spraying Draco’s insides with his seed.

Draco’s body went slack until he felt himself being levitated, “What are you doing Weasley?”

“It was Ron a few moments ago,” the red head answered grinning as he turned the floating man around to look like he was floating lying on his stomach. Ron spread the cheeks presented to him at face level. He licked at the reddened star quickly causing Draco to hush his protests. The blond simply moaned as Ron circled the abused hole with his tongue. When Ron slipped the slick muscle of his tongue past the guardian muscle of Draco’s ass, the blond nearly passed out as his stinging hole was soothed and relaxed. Draco was surprised when Ron grabbed his cock and started to pump the renewed erection. He came hard as Ron squeezed his cock and shoved his tongue as far as it would go in to his ass.

The two looked up at the clapping noise that let them know they weren’t alone in the room. Ron looked up at the smiling face of his best friend, Harry, and his scowling husband.

“What brings you down?” Ron asked as he lowered Draco to a more dignified sitting position on his lap.

“I wanted a post coital snack and didn’t want to disturb Mitzy. I felt like baking something.” Harry replied.

Ron perked up at the mention of food and promptly stood setting Draco unsteadily on his feet. “Chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream?”

“You know me so well.” Harry turned away from the wobbly blond and drooling red head to go to the kitchen. Ron followed quickly after forgetting about the half dressed blond next to him.

The phone ringing caused a stir at the late hour. Harry answered jovially, but frowned immediately after ascertaining that the person on the other end of the phone was Lt. Storr. He grimaced as he heard what the man had to say.

“Potter, they’ve taken over a local dance club, but aren’t asking for anything. They’re just sending out dead, drained bodies. We can’t storm the place because every time we get near the building the swat teams suddenly forget what they’re doing. I’m calling Blake after you, but I want you and your vampy husband here as soon as possible.” The line went dead without any response from Harry on the situation.

Harry turned to the others in the kitchen with a haunted look in his eye. “They’re killing muggles for no reason and from Storr’s description, I’m sure they have anti-muggle charms around the building to repel the police. I think they finally want…” Harry stopped talking at a loss for words as the guilt of all the lost lives, because he hadn’t had the worst of wizard kind kissed after the war ended.

“Harry, now is not the time for Gryffindor guilt, but Gryffindor action and heroics. I will go wake the twins. It would do everyone good to ready their wands,” Severus looked at the others in the kitchen, then turned and left to get the twins.

Anita had just fallen asleep after another round with Richard and Jean-Claude when her phone rang. She crawled from the bed with invectives mumbled under her breath. She searched through her hastily discarded clothing and finally found the singing electronic. She looked at the caller id and groaned as she recognized Dolph’s number.

“Blake here.”

“I need an executioner. I have the warrants for you; get down to Club Nowhere, asap. Leave your vamp buddies home, Anita, we’ve got plenty to deal with here.” Dolph hung up without needing a response from Anita. Anita went immediately into hunting mode. She flipped her phone open and dialed the number she had for Harry.

“Harry, Dolph just called—”

“I know we’re getting dressed now. We can be at the circus in ten minutes.”

“See you here then,” Anita hung up her phone and headed to the room she shared with Micah and Nathaniel. While she was dressing Jean-Claude entered the room.

“Ma Petit, I think I should go with you. I can use the power as master of City to try and call them out. I am older and have vampiric powers that they could not possibly have defenses against.”

Anita looked skeptical for a moment, but knew that if Jean-Claude could subdue the criminal vamps, it could look good to the press and even the police. She nodded her head and finished gearing up. When they entered the living room of the underground Harry’s group was standing in defensive positions while being held at gun point.

“What the hell is going on here?” Anita asked as she stared down the guards.

“Anita, they just appeared out of thin air,” Fredo, one of the rat guards said, while never taking his eye off his target.

“Put your guns down, these are friends no matter how they come through the door. You know this.”

“We have security procedures for a reason Anita. No one gets this far without being a resident, no one.”

“Fredo, Mr. Potter is an exception to these procedures as you can see.” Jean-Claude glided between the guards and Harry’s group. Harry smiled at the Master of City as he sheathed his wand and everyone else followed suit.

“Thank you, Jean-Claude for the hospitality and know that you are always welcome in my home as well.” A visible magic tendril snaked from Harry to Jean-Claude making the vampire glow for a moment. “You will be able to come easily through my wards from now on.”

“Thank you, Harry.”

“I believe you have met most here already, but the three red heads are Fred, George, and my best mate, Ron Weasley.”

“Welcome to St. Louis and I wish there was better circumstances so that I could provide proper entertainment, but we must handle this nasty business.” Jean-Claude made a courtly bow to the Weasleys.

Anita walked up to shake hands with the red heads. She was a bit skeptical of the new comers being useful. The smirking, playful faces of the twins made her uneasy, and though Ron looked broad and strapping, he was just as young as Harry.

“What can you tell me about what we’re up against?” Anita asked Harry and Severus.

“From what Storr said on the phone they have put up muggle repelling wards, meaning that any non-magical that comes too close to the building their in will either forget what they’re doing or feel like they have run into a brick wall. What we will have to do is take down the wards. They most likely erected anti-apparition wards as well. We want to keep those in place and add our own to trap them. The twins are whizzes with wards, so they’ll take care of trapping the death eaters. After we take care of the wards we will have to be fast in entering the building. How fast can you call on your necromancy, Anita?”

“As fast as needed, but how will that help me in this?”

“You are going to bind them. They’re bodies are yours and their magic, Severus and I will take care of.” Harry smiled at the Anita’s shocked face.

“But I don’t know how to bind vampires with my power,” Anita looked stricken. She turned to Jean-Claude for what he thought and almost wanted to slap herself for the action. She was the executioner, these were her powers, and she didn’t need permission to use them.

“It’s easy, just reach out for the same thing you latch onto to raise zombies and take control of it. They’re essentially dead bodies, treat them like that.” Harry placed a hand on Anita’s shoulder and squeezed. They looked each other in the eye and Anita couldn’t believe the amount of confidence that she was imbued with.

They apparated into the rear of the police barricade and made their way towards a yelling Dolph. When the police leader turned and noticed that the ‘experts’ were there he turned his venom on them.

“What part of urgent don’t you people understand? And who are these other weirdoes?” Dolph took in the other wizards with Harry and clearly showed his disdain. He turned to Anita, “What’s fang sucker doing here? I told you to leave the blood suckers at home.”

Anita visibly reined herself in, but she felt her temper mounting, “Dolph, you remember that punch yesterday? I’m twice as mad now.” Dolph physically paled and Anita smirked and turned to Harry. “What’s first?”

“Jean-Claude, try to sense the vampires in the building?” Harry asked, he turned and nodded to the twins and sent them to their task.

“There are several, mon ami, but they are masked somehow. I cannot reach them with my power. It is like a protective shield around them.”

“It’s as I thought. Anita what can you sense?”

Anita closed her eyes and let the cool power within her unfurl. Her eyes glowed of dark brown fire as she called up her particular brand of magic. She sent it towards the building, but felt a barrier. She examined it with her deathly senses. She poked at the barrier and felt it bend to her force; she drew a deep breath and smashed through the wall trying to keep out her magic. She smelled them first. They smelled of rotten flesh and decay. The smell coated her tongue and she felt the presence of recently departed souls. She felt for life in the building, but none was found, only animated dead flesh and lifeless corpses.

“Everyone in there is dead,” she turned to Jean-Claude. “They weren’t made by Belle’s line, they are lovers of death. Their rotting vamps.”

Harry looked puzzled by Anita words and looked to Jean-Claude for clarification. “They are the hardest of our kind to kill. They must be taken with fire.” Harry understood immediately, fiendfyre.

Harry looked towards the approaching twins, arching a brow, “Is it done?”

“Yes, oh gracious leader, it is done.” Fred and George chimed together, grinning.

“Are you ready Anita? I need you take control as soon as possible.” Harry turned to head towards the building only to stop as Anita placed her hand on his arm.

“I may have a better idea,” she smiled and it was so dark Harry was glad she was on their side. Anita searched out the corpses and sent her power into them. She knew what the animated bodies would do. They were murder victims and the first thing on a murdered zombies’ mind is to kill what killed them. She felt satisfaction as she felt panic pulse through her magic from the vamps.

“I animated the dead within the building. We are relatively safe as long as we stay out of their way. We’ll have to destroy the zombies, but they’ll be a good distraction for us coming in.” Anita followed after the wizards, not bothering to argue over who took point on this. She didn’t pull her gun, but moved her hair away from her neck and pulled the long knife strapped to her back. Ron noticed the action and gaped.

“Bloody hell! You were hiding that all this time. Like Hermione and one of her undetectable extension charms. Harry, where the hell did you find this bird?”

“She’s the number one executioner in the States, Ronnikins.”

“Merlin, Harry, you might not need other back up with her around.”

They entered the building fiercely. The first thing they saw were wands drawn and visible shields being held up to keep raving zombies away from their killers. Harry quickly starting firing hexes at the wall of animated vengeance to restrain them. The wizarding vamps suddenly divided their forces into offense towards the invading wizards and defense from their zombie victims.

Everyone went into battle mode. Anita ducked under flashing lights coming from the wands and slashed at anything that smelled dead. She was grateful for her increase in speed and agility. Several times she felt like a sixth sense of something deadly coming up on her, but when she turned she would see that one of the good wizards had her back, taking care of the unseen danger.

Harry started throwing stunners, but quickly realized that he wouldn’t be able to simple restrain these things. He looked for platinum hair on the enemy side but he didn’t see any. He was ducking down away from a sickly green curse, he recognized as a gut boiling hex. Harry decided that there would be no heroics today and their main quarry wasn’t there anyway. He quickly sent up red sparks and his team disapparated, with Anita in tow. Harry raised his wand at the remaining vamps and zombies and casted the fire curse. He disappeared as the first screams started.

Harry landed back outside with everyone else.

“Harry, we didn’t get any of them. We needed to find my father,” Draco looked angry, but it wasn’t directed at Harry.

Anita cleared her throat and pointed. Everyone turned their attention to two corpses lying on the ground with multiple bullet wounds. “I did what you said, Harry. I sent them out while we fought. Figured the swat could take them down until we could get to them. Bullets don’t work on the rotting ones.” Anita felt pride when Harry looked at her and smiled broadly. She also felt a twinge of shame at the need for approval from anyone, especially someone she was so sure she wouldn’t like.

“Harry quickly conjured silver chains and wrapped the bullet mutilated bodies to keep them from making a break when they wake. He discretely attached a portkey to activate when no one was around. They needed answers, and Harry had a feeling that RPIT wouldn’t be up for letting them interrogate supposedly dead vamps.
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