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Blood Cocktail	By : DrackenLady Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24768 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Hello Everyone!

No real notes this chapter, next one most likely most of it will be on AFF.Net, if you want to read it just head over there, I am under the same pen name. Also, I might be doing a side story to this one soon, it will contain missing scenes, scenes I couldn't find a place for in this story and some what if smut scenes that won't tie into the story, only just be random pairings. Those ones will only be on AFF.Net though XD

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The group was lead through various hallways and passed by numerous doors. They stopped before a set of magnificent double doors, where they could hear talking coming from. Jean-Claude pushed the doors open, revealing a huge cavern style banquet room.

The entire area was illuminated by gas lamps, with the walls made of stone. It looked as if someone had literally dug this place up and put gas lamps inside it, not bothering to add any other form of decoration. Knowing vampires, that is probably what had happened.

People already filled the room, standing in groups and talking or grabbing some food from a table that was pushed against one of the walls. There were pitchers of some deep red liquid around the table, that Harry realized with a start was blood. So, they were expecting a lot of vampires in this party it seemed.

A hush fell over everyone when the door opened, everyone turning to look at the new group. Most of them were simply glanced over, as everyone knew who they were. When their eyes reached Harry however, everyone did a double take. Who was this boy that was important enough to be coming in with the master of the city, his second in command, the Executioner, the Ulfric and the Nimir-Raj of St. Louis?

Jean-Claude walked over to a dais that was set up against one wall, everyone’s attention turned to him when he cleared his throat softly. “Thank you all for coming this evening,” he said, voice soft and seductive, capturing and holding everyone’s attention effortlessly. “The main reason for our gathering today is so that we could introduce you all to the person who has been living with ma petite, mon ami and mon minet for the past nine years. This way, everyone will know who he is and he shall not meet any harm from our kiss or our allies. So without further ado, I would like to introduce Harry here to you all.”

After he vacated the dais, whispers filled the room, some shifters, probably the lower ones, were craning their necks to get a good look at him. Harry winced slightly and averted his eyes, he hated being stared at. Raising his hand, he ruffled his hair, trying to ignore the itch in his skin that signalled someone staring at him.

His head snapped up when he heard someone yell in shock. He looked over to see two vampires standing together but away from the crowd, staring at him with shock written all over their face.

“That’s Wicked Truth.” Jason supplied from behind him, noticing where he had been looking.

“Who?” Harry asked, wondering why they were staring at him so intently.

“They are two vampire brothers who came to Jean-Claude a few years ago from London. The one on the left is Wicked and the one on the right is Truth. Rumour has it that they killed their previous master because he went mad, and the madness spread to their entire kiss.” Jason explained. “What was shocking though was that they were the only ones who survived the death of the master, a feat supposedly impossible. The council of vampires wanted them dead for killing him and for the fact that they had enough power to do so and also survive, but what saved them was the fact that when they killed their master and stopped the madness from spreading throughout the kiss that was by that time killing indiscriminately thus they saved the vampires from coming to attention in England. Apparently, that fact right there made some of the council members reduce their sentence from death to outlawry.”

“How do you know all this?” Harry asked.

“I’m Jean-Claude’s pomme de sang, one of the few people he actually trusts. Plus I am around here a lot and the vampire rumour mill is ten times worse than the human one.” Jason answered, complete with boyish grin.

Shrugging, Harry turned back to the brothers, who had not looked away from him during the whole explanation. Truth had longish dark hair and wide blue-grey eyes. He was sporting beard stubble around his wide mouth. Harry could barely make out his cleft chin from beneath it. In general, he looked handsome in a very masculine way.

Wicked, standing slightly behind him, looked very similar to him, to Harry they almost looked like twins. The only difference Harry could spot was the blond hair instead of the dark coloured that Truth sported.

He watched as they both slowly moved towards him, ignoring the people around them it seemed. “What could they want?” Micah questioned, startling Harry who had been watching them move closer and closer.

Once they were in front of him, Wicked addressed him. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet Anita’s house guest after only hearing about him for so long.” His voice was smooth and cultured, it sounded like someone who had been raised in a time long gone. “We would like to ask you something however. Is your surname Potter by any chance?”

Anita was the one who answered for him. “How did you know that?” she growled. “Jean-Claude did not mention his last name!”

“So it is you.” Truth spoke up this time. His voice and tone were similar to that of his brother’s, smooth and cultured.

“What do you mean by that?” Richard spoke up, unable to hold back his curiosity.

“Nine years ago, a nationwide search was done for a ten year old boy in England.” Wicked informed them. “He was never found and eventually, the search was called off. His name was Harry Potter.”

Staring at him in shock for a full minute, Anita did that slow blink of hers that meant she was either thinking things through at a really rapid speed or she was getting close to shooting someone and was trying to hold back the urge. “I never heard of something like that. Surely something of that magnitude would have been covered in the news at least.”

“It would have been, if it had been normal people doing the search.” Truth explained. “The people doing the search were a hidden society, living amongst English people, who they had no idea even existed. To them, Harry is their saviour.”

“Secret society? Saviour?” Nathaniel whispered in confusion. “He was ten!”

“And he had been their saviour since he was one.” Wicked informed them grimly. None of them noticed that everyone had stopped and was listening in wonder to their conversation. “England is not as open minded as America is. This secret society is one of wizards and witches. They live in their own communities, have their own governing body, their own schools, and rarely, if ever, do they mix with what they call muggles, people who live their lives without the aid of magic.”

“Some years ago, one of these wizards went dark.” Truth took over the explanation. “He started preaching about killing all muggles to make the world ‘pure’ and only inhabited by wizards. He gained support and he gained it in huge numbers. Soon he lost sight of his goal and started killing anyone who talked back or disagreed with him, be it a follower or an enemy. One day, he proclaimed war against one family and targeted them relentlessly. On October 31^st of that year (A/N Harry Potter time line confuses me, I’m running on the belief that vampires live so long that they don’t notice the years anymore!) he attacked their house, killing the father and mother. When he turned his wand to their baby, you Harry, the curse rebounded and killed him. The only damage done to you was the lightning shaped scar that you have on your forehead, which is how we recognized you. That is why you are seen as that world’s saviour.”

Silence met that statement before it was broken by Harry. “That makes no sense. My parents died in a car accident, that’s how I got my scar!”

Micah attempted to calm him down, at the same time voicing a thought that was nagging at the back of his head. “Harry, please calm down and think about this objectively. You told us all those years ago that the people you lived with before, your aunt and uncle were the ones who told you that your parents died in a car accident. They are the same people who never showed you pictures of your parents, the same ones who lied to you about several things while you grew up. Just take a moment to consider this.”

“You…don’t know what your parents looked like?” Wicked questioned, his tone holding more this time, surprise.

“My mother and aunt did not get along, so she never had any pictures of her.” Harry replied, trying to reign in his magic. “All I have to remember my parents by is this lightning bolt scar, which I was told I got on the day of the accident. I don’t even know my parent’s names!”

Truth stared at him for a moment before leaving the room abruptly, without a word to anyone. They watched him go in bewilderment, not knowing what to say.

“Why did you not get rid of it?” Asher questioned suddenly. Seeing the confusion of Harry’s face, Asher elaborated. “Why not get rid of that scar? It must have brought back painful reminders of your parent’s death, so why keep it?”

“It’s all I had to remember them by.” Harry replied, uncomfortable with explaining his reasoning. He knew it was stupid, but he just could never bring himself to heal that scar, even when he had the means to do it. “I don’t even know what they looked like, what they were like, all I had was a scar from the day they died. It just seemed like…that was all I had from them and if I got rid of it, then I would be able to forget them.”

Forget that maybe, just maybe someone had once loved me, unlike what the Dursleys had always told me. If I had gotten rid of it, it would have made me forget that the Dursleys could possibly be wrong, could have possibly lied to me. It just seemed like I would lose the one hope that kept me getting up every morning, the hope that someone had loved me once in their life and would want me to stay alive. Harry thought to himself, remembering the days spent in his cupboard, imagining some faceless woman hugging him and singing him lullabies, never truly being able to give her any defining features in case he did ever find out what his mother had looked like.

Truth walked back into the room suddenly and walked straight over to Harry, standing in front of him. He silently handed over a piece of newspaper, folded in half. Glancing at him curiously, Harry hesitantly took it from him and opened it, staring at the picture that took up the entire page, the headline barely fitting.

‘James and Lily Potter’s public funeral to be held at the Godric’s Hallow cemetery today at 9am!’

The picture showed a woman with waist length red hair standing with a man. She had beautiful jade green eyes that were sparking in happiness and had a large smile spread across her round face. She had a small nose that complimented her face.

The man standing behind her had his arms wrapped around her waist and was also smiling happily. He had deep hazel eyes that were full of mischief and he had messy black hair that was sticking up in every direction. He was wearing a pair of round glasses and had full, luscious lips that were pulled into a smile.

“This was released the day after they died.” Truth’s voice broke him out of his trance. “I kept it for no particular reason, but you should know what they looked like.”

“So…this is them?” Harry whispered, obviously still in shock. “This is what they looked like?”

“You look like both of them.” Nathaniel informed him softly. “You have your mother’s eyes and nose but your dad’s hair, facial structure and mouth.”

Harry remained quiet for another minute before silently folding up the newspaper again and handing it back to Truth. The vampire did not move to take it. “It’s yours. I don’t need it; you are the one who knew nothing about them anyway.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.” Harry replied, shocking the two brothers. “Even if I now know what they look like and what their names are, me having this newspaper is not going to change anything. They are still going to be as gone as they have been for the past eighteen years.”

He forced the newspaper into Truth’s hand before moving away from them, heading towards the food table.

Micah stared after the boy who he had come to regard as one of his family. Harry truly was an enigma to them. For the first year, he had been wary of Anita and himself. He did not enjoy being touched, was afraid of loud voices and very wary of dark, enclosed spaces. When Richard had voiced his mistrust in him, Harry had simply taken it in stride, not doing anything to attempt to change Richard’s opinion of him.

Over the years, with him going to school, Micah had noticed that he was a recluse. He never mentioned a friend, never asked to go visit someone. Harry was content to stay at home, finish summer homework and do his chores.

He knew that over the years they had proven themselves trustworthy to him, but he knew that Harry always had secrets. No matter how much he appeared to trust a person, he always kept something hidden from them.

Harry’s trust was the hardest thing in the world to earn and the easiest to lose. At one time, he had compared it to a spider’s web in his mind. The strands of the web were so fragile but at the same time so very strong. One strong wind and the web would be gone, never to come back the same again.

Harry’s trust in someone was like that. It seemed so insignificant at first, but once you had it, it held on strong. As soon as you do something to break his trust in you, Harry would never trust you again. He may over time if you proved yourself, but it would never be the same as that first time.

Breaking himself out of his thoughts, he started up a conversation with Anita to take his mind off Harry. No matter how much he learned about the younger male, he always felt like he was brushing the surface. He absentmindedly wondered if Harry would ever trust anyone enough to tell them everything about himself.

Harry stood at the banquet table, trying to control his emotions. He had honestly been shocked; he had never imagined that he would see a picture of his parents in this way. And that story the brothers had told, it just gave him more questions then it answered. For example, if he was so important to them, shouldn’t the British have searched for him harder? Shouldn’t someone have attempted to contact him? Where had they been for the past nine years, someone surely must have thought ‘Oh maybe we should send him a letter!’

He reached out to pick up a fruit tart, not sure if he would even eat it but not wanting to stand at the table doing nothing. His hand was intercepted however by someone grasping it, their pale fingers long and elegant. Looking up, he saw that it was Asher who had intercepted him.

“Mon mignon,” The vampire whispered to him, making a slight shiver run down his spine. “Forgive me if I brought up any bad or hurtful memories with my questions. I did not mean such a thing, perhaps it is because I have hated them for so long, but I cannot imagine why someone would want to leave scars on their body when they have the means of healing them.”

“It was not a hurtful memory so there is nothing to forgive.” Harry replied. “For you to have brought it up would imply that it was buried in the first place, which is not true.”

“Mon mignon, you have truly had a hurtful past.” Asher whispered. “I can hear it in your voice.

Asher brought up Harry’s hand that he was holding, laying a soft, feather light kiss on the back, making Harry stare at him in surprise.

A sudden animalistic growl made Harry’s body tense, his hair standing up on end. He quickly turned around and saw Nathaniel staring at him and Asher, more specifically at Asher’s hand on his.

Nathaniel’s eyes had turned a deep purple, his beast’s power almost visible around him. He stalked towards them, grabbing Harry’s other arm and yanking him towards his chest, his arms wrapping around Harry possessively.

“Mine!” a pure animalistic growl escaped him.

Harry was sucked into a vision in his mind. He saw the four shadow creatures that he had seen the previous night only this time they were joined by a black leopard with blue-grey eyes, with hints of lavender that could only be seen if you looked closely. He circled the four animals slowly. The wolf batted him away, the swan snapped it’s beak at him and the husky merely spared him a glance before it seemed to fall asleep. The snake however, sat up and swayed its head hypnotically before it slithered over to him.

It wound its way up his body until its head rested between his ears before closing its eyes and seemingly falling asleep again. The leopard moved carefully, so as to not dislodge the dozing snake, over to the snakes place in the circle before sitting down. The others again gave him a glance, this one more accepting it seemed, before dozing off again.

Harry snapped awake from his vision, knowing with a certainty that scared him, that he had just found his first mate.

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StarLight_Massacre : Yes Star, this is Mpreg now...thanks for putting that idea in my head XD As for fight scenes, depends, they will happen I am just debating on when, After Harry deals with England or before. I am heavily going for after but we'll see, my muse may just surprise me! This fic, I hope will last for awhile, I have so many ideas for it, that I can't see it ending anytime soon. As for people disagreeing, there will be lots in England. I am not sure about the ones in America at the moment but the AB series has so many characters, I'm sure I can dig some up XD Richard see's Harry as a favorite nephew, Harry does not trust him enough to let it go beyond that. The wolf however, does see Harry as a son, which is going to be interesting when Remus shows up cause his wolf sees Harry as it's cub. Anita and Micah see him as part of their family for now, I will explain their relationship to him more in depth in a couple chapters.

tbsigma08: YES that's what I was going for, CONFUSION *cackles evilly* Sorry hun, you're just going to have to wait and see on that one, I have many surprises!

nicola: Glad you liked it honey, thanks for the review!

HeartStar : you're welcome dear, glad you enjoyed!

unneeded: I think the last part of this chapter answered your question hahaha XD Oh the mates will accept each other...eventually. Harry may just have to with hold sex a few times to get them more agreeable but it will happen. These guys are going to spend eternity together, they need to be getting along.

Foxfada: glad you're enjoying it honey!

Nicole Valdivia: Well honestly I had to keep it all dormant, couldn''t have him mating at age 10! 19 seemed like a good age, he is legal in both worlds and can now do whatever he wants!
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