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Le Maître de la Mort	By : AlicetheMadHatter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I making any money from this fanfiction. Harry Potter and Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter are owned by J.K. Rowling and Laurell K. Hamilton.

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Chapter 5

Jean-Claude untied Jason's hands and tore the collar from around his neck. Jason huddled into a little ball on the floor. He was making small noises in his throat more primitive than words and more piteous.
Yvette had gotten to her high heels and left, Warrick fully healed but still covered in gore followed her.
The Traveler in Willie's body walked up to stand by Jean-Claude. "You have impressed me more than once this night."
"I did none of it to impress, Traveler. These are my people. These are my lands. I defend them. It is not a game." He pulled out a handkerchief and began to wipe the goop off Jason’s face.
"I and this body will await you in the torture room. I do not plan to harm this body, Anita, but I do need it to walk about. I will leave this host if there is one that you would prefer I take."
He turned and stared at the rest of the group. His gaze came to rest at last on Damian. "I could take this one. Balthasar would enjoy that, I think."
Anita shook her head and Harry spoke up this time. "No."
"Is this one also your friend?"
She glanced at Damian. "Not my friend, no, but he's still mine."
The Traveler turned his head to one side, staring at her. "He belongs to you, how? Is he your lover?"
She shook her head again, "No."
"Brother? Cousin? Ancestor?"
"No," She said.
"Then how is he . . . yours?"
"I won't give Damian to you to save Willie. You said it yourself. You're not hurting him." She was stuck between a rock and a hard place with his line of questioning. Harry wanted to claim Damien as his ancestor, but nothing he said in this instance would make a bit of difference.
"And if I was? Would you trade Damian's safety for your friend?"
"I'm not going to debate this with you."
"I am merely trying to discern how important your friends are to you, Anita."
It was a trap, and everything she could say led right into it.
Jean-Claude interrupted, "Ma Petite values her friends."
The Traveler held up a hand. "No, she must answer this one herself. It is her loyalty that I wish to understand, not yours." He stared at her from less than a foot away, uncomfortably close. "How important are your friends to you, Anita? Answer the question."
"Important enough to kill for," She said and with that simple statement she earned quite a bit of respect from Harry.
His eyes flew wide. His mouth opened in amazement. "Are you threatening me?"
She shrugged. "You asked a question. I answered it."
He threw his head back and laughed. "Oh, what a man you would have made."
"Thanks," She said.
His face blanked instantly, the humor gone like a bad memory. He offered her his arm like Jean-Claude had done earlier. She glanced at Jean-Claude who gave her the barest of nods. She placed her hand on his wrist. Then something happened. Harry could feel the power being used but wasn’t sure what was going on.
Jean-Claude reached out to Anita, but the Traveler spoke before he could touch them. "No, Jean-Claude. I acknowledge her as a power to be reckoned with if she can break this hold on her own."
Her voice was breathy, rushed, as if she'd been running, but it seemed as if she just couldn't move her hand and Harry wondered if there was more the Traveller was doing to her that he couldn’t see or sense. "What do I get out of it?"
He laughed, pleased with himself. "What do you want?"
"Safe passage for me and all my people and friends." It would have been nice for her request to be granted but from what Harry had witness so far, the council wanted to cause as much pain as possible; she’d never get it.
He threw his head back and roared with laughter. The laughter stopped in mid-motion like a badly made film. He turned glittering eyes to Anita. "Break this hold, Anita, and I will grant you what you ask, but if you fail to break it, what do I gain?"
Harry wanted to be surprised but wasn’t. It was a trap and he could see that Anita knew it as well.
"Blood," She said.
He smiled. "I have that now."
"A willing drink from me. You don't have that."
"Tempting but not enough."
"What do you want?"
Jean-Claude let out a sigh and Harry along with him.
"The truth."
She collapsed slowly to her knees, and only his hand on her elbow seemed to be keeping her upright.
"What truth?"
"Who really killed the Earthmover? Tell me that and you are free."
She swallowed hard, and whispered, "Fuck you."
She reached out and touched his face, ran her fingertips through his slicked-back hair, cradled his jaw in her hand and whispered, "Willie, come to me."
Harry watched avidly not wanting to miss what was going to happen.
"Willie, come to me." Her voice was stronger this time.
The Traveler said, "What are you doing?"
She ignored him. "With blood I call you, Willie McCoy. Rise and come to me."
Harry didn’t see any blood until he took a closer look at her face and caught sight of a feint smear of red on her lips. She must have bitten her lip hard enough to draw blood at some point.
"Come to me, Willie. Rise to my voice, my hand, my blood. Rise and answer me. Willie McCoy, come now!"
Willie stared at her, and it was him, but there was a look in his eyes. "What would you have of me, master?"
She collapsed on the floor, crying. Then passed out, tears still streaming down her face.
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Jean-Claude picked her up in a princess hold and cradled her to his chest. He looked at Harry once he stood up. “Will the consequences be the same?”
Harry glanced at Death but when no information was forth coming from that direction he turn his eyes back to the vampire. “I can’t be certain, but since she was calling to his consciousness and not bringing him back from the brink of death, I don’t think there will be anything permanent and if there is it is likely to be to a lesser extent. He isn’t telling me anything this time but that happens often when he doesn’t feel like speaking.” Harry shrugged used to this. Sometimes Death wanted him to figure things out on his own.
Jean-Claude nodded.
“How are you feeling Damien?” Jean-Claude asked.
“Out of sorts.” He spoke slowly, carefully. “Why do I not feel any need to feed after acquiring such an injury?”
Harry, who had let Jean-Claude check on his vampire, picked up the fallen photo that Anita dropped when she collapsed and decided on a short explanation while they had a little time. “You were on the brink of death Damien so you may feel a bit odd for a short time while you reorient yourself to living. As for your hunger I shoved quite a bit into your body which was used as a substitute for blood. You will hunger for blood once the rest of my magic has dissipated. Right now any injury you incur while my magic resides in you will be almost instantly healed.”
Damien looked back and forth between Harry and Jean-Claude. “Why?” It seemed to be the only word he could get out in his confusion, but harry understood what he was asking and smiled gently at him. He held the photo of his parents in one hand and quickly duplicated so that he was holding an almost identical copy in the other, only the copy didn’t move and the original did.
Harry held it out for Damien to take. “Like we said before, the story is much too long to talk about under these dire consequences but the simplest answer would be you are family.” Damien looked down at Harry and finally took the photo. Damien’s eyes seemed to be glued to the photo, “I would have saved you regardless of the fact since it’s sort of in my nature, but I value family, by blood or choice, over everything else and I would very much like to know you. Her name was Lily Evans nee Potter and she would have been a very distant niece of yours.”
Damien looked back up at Harry, sympathy and surprise warring in his gaze, “What happened to them?”
“On Hallowe’en of 1981 both Lily and James Potter were murdered by a man who called himself Lord Voldemort, also known as Tom Marvolo Riddle jr. I was 15 months old when it happened. Once things have settled, if you would like, we can sit down and I will tell you the whole story since I will not be going very far anytime soon.”
“In the meantime, Damien, you should rest.” Jean-Claude told him.
Damien nodded dazedly and left still looking at the photograph. Harry watched him as he disappeared around the bend before realizing that Jean-Claude was now conversing quietly with, the up until now forgotten Jason; who was looking a little worse for wear.
Jean-Claude motioned for Harry to join them with his head. “Harry, this is Jason Schulyer. Mon Lupe, this is Harry Potter you may trust him with your life.”
Jason’s eyebrow’s shot right up his forehead in surprise but held his hand out for Harry to take. “High praise coming from Jean-Claude.”
Harry took his hand in a firm grip and felt the static of power that resided just below his skin. Harry cocked his head. “Jean-Claude called you his wolf, may I ask Shifter or Were?”
“The fact that you had to ask that question means you don’t know very much about Shifters.” Jason stated, his hand still held in Harry’s.
Harry grinned at him, “Well, that answers my question. If you’re interested, I have a book at home you may want to read, I’ve just learned there are a lot more creatures than I am aware of and I’ve known a few people who could Shapeshift into animals with nothing but a thought. You are a Werewolf and I am assuming the leopards we encountered earlier are Weres as well. I knew a Werewolf once, he was a close family friend and he was not able to transform outside of the full moon, he also could not keep his human mind unless he took a specific potion ahead of time.”
Jason released Harry’s hand and took a step back, apparently horrified by the possibility of not being able to transform outside of the full moon and being subjected to nothing but animal th. “I believe I would like to read that. I appreciate the offer.”
Jean-Claude, concluding the conversation was over urged them to move on, “I believe it is time for us to proceed.”
Jean-Claude made his way toward the Traveller who was occupying Hannah’s body now, Jason and Harry followed shortly behind leaving the stone behind them decorated with blood and gore as a memory of what had occurred.
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Upon entering the next room Jean-Claude took one look around and handed Anita off to Jason. He sat against a wall, cradling her head in his lap while Jean-Claude moved to one side of a table placed in the center of the room. On the opposite side stood Padma but Harry’s attention was pulled from the two, down to the table where a man was laid out nude on the surface, was bound face-down to the table with silver bands at wrist, ankles, and neck; bands that were bolted to the table itself. The entire back of his body was one raw bloody mess. This was who the skin came from.
Harry mentally went through the list of potions he always carried on him and wondered if any would be strong enough for a magical creature. He half turned to Jason since Jean-Claude was at the moment heatedly arguing with Padma in French. “Who is this?” He asked quietly.
The blonde looked up at him wearily, over to the man then back to Harry. “Rafael, the Rat King.
"What is Rafael doing here?" Anita, awake once again, sat up and asked the question that was on the tip of Harry’s tongue.
He answered, voice tired, dragging, "The Master of Beasts wants the Wererats. Rafael wasn't strong enough not to come when called, but he was strong enough to not bring any of the other rats. He delivered himself over like a sacrifice." Jason leaned his head back against the wall, eyes closed. "They couldn't break him. They couldn't break Sylvie either."
“Sylvie?” Anita echoed back at Jason. Harry hadn’t taken the time to look around the room, more focused on the severely injured man and asking questions, now ran his eyes over the rest of the room ignoring Rafael on the table and the vampire arguing over him. When his eyes landed on the unconscious woman, Sylvie, his face went flat and cold. He tried to keep ahold of his magic but it was slowly leaking thanks to his loss of control over his temper.
He kept an ear on the conversation Anita and Jason were having but the majority of his focus was on Sylvie.
"Why is she here?" Anita asked
"The Master of Beasts called the wolves, too. Richard wasn't here to answer, so Sylvie came. She protected the rest of us, just like Rafael did for his people."
"What are Jean-Claude and the Beastie-Boy arguing about?"
"The Traveler granted us our freedom, but they don't want to include Rafael in the bargain. The Master of Beasts says the Rat King is not our people, nor our friend." Harry let their voices fade knowing exactly what Anita would have to say to that.
Sylvie’s pants were down around her ankles, shoes still on. Blood stained her thighs. Harry took long measured steps, his magic filling the room like a glass filling with water, as he moved. Eventually it was strong enough to stop all discussions in their tracks but still his magic did not stop. He knew he would have to gain some control if he didn’t, he’d crush them under the weight of both his magic and his powers of Death.
Harry noted her hands were balled into fists, eyes squeezed tight. When he crouched down in front of her, she was whispering something, very softly, over and over. "No, no, no." Over and over and over like a mantra.
Jason was there next to Harry before he knew it. "Let me try."
"She won't want a man to touch her." Anita said from behind them, her voice filled with tears.
"I won't touch her." He knelt on the other side of her. "I smell like pack." He very carefully slid his arm in front of her face, trying not to touch her. "Smell the pack, Sylvie. Know the comfort of our touch."
She stopped saying no, but that was it. She wouldn't even open her eyes. Harry let Jason do what he could but when it didn’t work Harry put a hand on his shoulder, “Sylvie of the Wolves,” His voice was a deep throaty growl when he addressed her.
Sylvie turned her head slightly in Harry’s direction and sniffed at him deeply. She opened brown eyes at him, “You smell of Pack but are not one of us.” She whispered.
Harry’s lips quirked in a small smile despite the situation. “A very close family friend was a Werewolf,” He explained as he discreetly waved his hand and released the shackles on her wrists. “He was a lone wolf trying to keep a terrible secret when he went to school. Eventually he gained two true friends, my Father and my Godfather who he told his secret to and they became a part of his pack though they themselves were not Werewolves. When my Mother finally decided to give my Father a chance after years of him begging her to date him, she was adopted into their pack and when I came along Sirius was named my Godfather but Remus was that in spirit.” By the time he’d finished his story Sylvie had been freed and re-clothed all without a touch of her even realizing it had been done.
She coughed out a laugh, “A Werewolf named Remus?”
Harry was heartened to hear her voice was still a whisper but stronger this time. “Ah, yes. I have never given it much thought but a Werewolf named Remus Lupin is a bit ironic isn’t it. It was his birth name; he wasn’t turned until he was 5.”
Sylvie growled. “Oh don’t worry the bastard who did that to him, and many others, is dead now; killed a few years ago. I’ll tell you all about it if you wish but right now, Sylvie, I need you to be strong and answer me truthfully.” There was an instinct, an urge pushing Harry to do something. He wasn’t sure where is would lead but he followed willingly.
“Do you wish for justice against those who have done this to you?”
She nodded.
“You have to say it.”
Her brown eyes bore into Harry’s shining with determination. “I want justice from those who have harmed me.”
Harry nodded his approval. “Justice you shall have.” He put out his hand palm up, “I would not ask this of you if it was not necessary but I need contact with your skin and this is the least invasive way to do that.” She reached out slowly but hesitated before their skin actually made contact.
He lowered his voice to a whisper, as if he were actually going to tell her a secret. “Just so you know that while I am sure you are a lovely lady and I can tell that you are beautiful, but I’d much prefer blondie over here, no offense.” He jerked his head in Jason’s direction. “I mean I’m sure you’ll make someone happy someday,” He babbled a little when she just stared at him.
Sylvie chuckled but placed her hand in his. “Gwen.”
Harry frowned not understanding. “My girlfriend’s name is Gwen.”
Harry smiled at her, “Then let’s get this done with so you may be reunited with her. Thank you for placing your trust in me, I will not fail you.” He stood and tugged her gently up with him, when she stumbled he let her hold onto his arm with her other hand but made no move to grab her to help in any way.
As soon as Sylvie gained her balance and let go of his arm he twisted his body and waved his hand letting his magic fly, not bothering to hold back. Padma and the Traveller ended up pinned to the wall a foot of the ground and Harry used his powers over Death to keep the Traveller from fleeing his temporary vessel.
After talking with Sylvie, Harry had gained a semblance of control over his magic and temper so while his magic still filled the room to the brim, it held no weight of fury or rage. “Who do I serve justice to?” He posed the question to the room, to any who would answer and he would know if they weren’t truthful.
"I did," Padma said.
“Lie,” Harry stated and his fingers twitched. Padma began to scream and Harry let him feel the pain, it would be like a Cruciatus his soul, for a few seconds before letting it fade.
"Padma did not personally rape her," the Traveler said. "Any unskilled man can rape, but it takes a true artist to skin a live Shapeshifter."
"Who then?" Harry stated calmly.
Fernando walked through the door, and Harry didn’t need to feel Sylvie’s hand trembling in his to know.
Fernando smirked. "The Traveler wouldn't let me have Hannah."
Harry left the two vampires pinned to the wall and used his magic to force Fernando to his knees and keep him there. He and Sylvie stood side by side looking down on Fernando. The urge to do, surged again, stronger this time. It fed words to him which he spoke in a deep commanding voice. “Justice has been called upon to be served. You have been accused and now you will be judged.”
The magic was using Harry as much as he was using it and he let it sweep him away. Harry grabbed Fernando by the face with his free hand, digging his fingers and thumb into his cheeks and then he tore into his mind only vaguely hearing his screams and there was nothing but memories. Harry witnessed every filthy degrading act Fernando and two other put Sylvie through. Harry ripped himself from Fernando’s mind, “You have been found guilty.”
Jean-Claude approached them from behind, “You cannot kill him Harry.”
“There are worse things than death,” He stated ominously. “This may feel a little odd Sylvie but do not worry, just keep ahold of my hand.”
There was no known spell that would do what he wanted but he just knew that with his power and will he could do this, He stared into Fernando’s now very frightened eyes and pulled everything he had done to Sylvie, to the front of his mind and put it on a nonstop loop that would force him experience every bit of physical pain, every violation, every touch, that Sylvie experienced and it would happen over and over again until he earned her forgiveness or he died. And a mark would never be left on him.
Now came Sylvie’s part in it all. As gently as he could, Harry took her fear, horror and humiliation and fed it into the loop he had created. Not only would Fernando know personally what it was like to be raped, but Sylvie’s own feelings would be worn down and not as sharp as they were before. Harry would also be able to do the same with her memories of the experience to help her deal with it and heal quickly.
Harry let go of Fernando both physically and magically, he watched dispassionately as he collapsed to the floor and curled himself into a ball all the while whimpering pathetically and begging his invisible attackers to leave him alone.
Sylvie dragged her eyes from Fernando’s squirming, whimpering form, to Harry. “What did you do? I still remember but I don’t feel so…” Her mouth opened a closed like she couldn’t find the right words.
“You felt that odd sensation?”
She nodded. “I pulled the feelings that you associated with him, except anger and revenge, and feed them into a loop I created in his mind. Everything that he did to you, that you experienced, he will feel it all as if it were happening to him. You are not a lover of men and neither is he so that is what he is feeling and he will keep feeling everything until he earns your forgiveness or he dies.”
Sylvie’s hand tightened on Harry’s as she bent her head, her shoulders shook and she laughed until she cried. “Thank you,” She whispered.
Harry used his thumb to lightly caress the back of her hand before letting go and motioning for Anita to help her when she still seemed a bit unsteady on her feet. Another wave of his hand banished the cuffs holding Rafael to the table. He stood in front of the two vampires still pinned to the wall, “You cannot retaliate; the punishment of Fernando, according to what I’ve observed he violated whatever pact you’ve got going, by raping a woman who is no lover of men and possibly causing permanent mental damage. For this transgression we will be taking both Sylvie and Rafael with us.”
Harry stepped closer to Hannah when he used his magic to force the Traveller out and caught her when she fell from the wall. He hugged her to his chest for comfort, “I apologize for that, Hannah. I just needed to make sure he didn’t come after me while I had my back turned.”
She pulled back and looked down at him, “It’s okay, I understand why you did it. Thank you for helping Sylvie.” Harry nodded and let Willie, who had just entered the room, take her into his arms.
“Let us be on our way. The night grows long.” Harry let Jean-Claude and Jason take care of Rafael. Harry wasn’t sure he wanted to try expending any more power since his temper tantrum took quite a bit of energy.
Harry was the last to leave and lifted all his spells on the way out the door, hearing Padma thump to the floor before moving out of hearing range.
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