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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 6

It was nearly midnight when they exited the Circus. Jean-Claude assisted Jason with getting Rafael in Anita’s jeep in the most comfortable position possible paying across the lap of both Sylvie and Jason.
Harry insisted he accompany them to the underground clinic thinking there might possibly be something he could help with. So he found himself in the passenger side seat while Anita drove, after giving Jean-Claude his cell phone number. It was a fairly new model; one that the Japanese perfected and some Swedish witch took it upon herself to make it compatible with magic. Harry often forgot he even had it since Luna and Andromeda were the only ones who contacted him, by owl or phone, any more.
Harry told Jean-Caude to contact him at any time if there was need, especially so since his vow was still in effect. That wouldn’t have matter to Harry though. He was invested now, Damien was family and Jean-Claude and all his people were like Family to Damien which obviously meant that Harry had adopted them into his own; offered his help and trust unless, and/or they lost that right.
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The ride itself was not uncomfortable, but it was fraught with tense silence until Rafael woke. He didn’t scream like any ordinary person would, instead small whimpers would force themselves from his throat when Anita would hit a bump.
Harry kept his seat belt on but turned so that he could poke his head into the back. Raphael had his upper body perched in Jason’s lap, his head resting on one of his thighs and it was turned to the back of Harry’s seat. His eyes were glazed with pain, but Harry knew he could at least see him in his periphery. “Raphael, I know you don’t know me or have any reason to trust me but would you like to stay awake the rest of the way or would you like me to put you to sleep until we can get you better situated and in less pain?”
“Who?” It was somewhere between a wheeze and a groan.
“My name is Harry Potter and I’ve been assisting Jean-Claude and Anita for the night. I can wake you as soon as you are more comfortable.”
Jason, who had his hands clasped tightly to his chest so that he wouldn’t touch any part of Raphael’s exposed back, urged him to consider. “You can trust him Raphael; he’s the one who got you and Sylvie out.”
He hesitated for a moment longer, “I’ll allow it under one condition. You tell me what happened and how you got us out.”
“Agreed. Just relax; I’m going to place you in a deep sleep so you won’t feel any pain.” Harry reached back, twisting his body awkwardly and lifting himself a bit so that he could place his palm to Raphael’s forehead. It took the smallest amount of power to send the Wererat to sleep.
When Harry settled himself back in his seat, he pulled the necklace from under his shirt where it was always hidden; it was the same one he’d had with him while he was hunting Horcrux’, the one Hermione charmed for him.
He took it off and reached into the pouch where his cell as well as various potions and a few odd things he might need, are kept for safekeeping. It was just after midnight and with the time difference it would be about 6 a.m. in England, he wasn’t entirely sure Luna would be awake; it was more than likely though.
Harry pulled up her contact and dialed, it rang once before she picked up. “Harry.”
He had seen her earlier that day but it felt so much longer and her familiar dreamy voice had him missing her already. “Luna, I didn’t wake you did I?”
“No. The Wrackspurts wouldn’t give me any peace.”
Harry huffed in amusement. “You know more about Magical Creature than anyone I could contact so I need a little advice. I have a few Were creatures that are injured, so far one is severe. Are there any potions that would work appropriately? I know Remus use to get some from Poppy the day after the full moon when he was at school, but I have no idea what or what grade.”
“Ah, yes.” How she sounded thoughtful and dreamy at the same time Harry would never know, but she managed it. “A grade 3 pain potion should last a few hours depending on what type of creature, how big, how powerful; at minimum it would work for an hour. Harry, I know creatures, but I don’t know potions that well.” Luna told him sounding surprisingly serious.
“You know, as well as I that there is only one person you can go to for potions since Professor Snape is no longer with us.”
Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “First of all, I have no way to get a hold of him, Luna. Second, even if I did, I have no idea if he’d want to talk to me never mind help.”
“Well that’s easy then. I can help with the first and as for the second, you can ask him yourself.” She told him happily, completely ignoring the fact they had a heated rivalry for years and hadn’t actually spoken since Harry returned his wand.
“Wait have you been in contact with Malfoy and why didn’t I know?” He said after what she told him sank in.
“You never asked. Now since Draco has just recently gotten a phone and learned how to use it, I am going to hang up and send you his number, then I’m going back to bed just remember two things for me.” She said her voice strangely serious. It made Harry sit a little straighter and listen that much more closely.
“Draco has changed quite a bit since the war, much like you have. You two are the opposite sides of the same coin. Just listen and do what feels right.”
“And?” He prompted when she spoke no further.
“You know much more about bonds and ties that you let on. Keep that knowledge in mind and the worst that could happen when you ask, is the answering being no.”
“I don’t understand that second part, but I’m guessing that I will eventually.”
“Sooner than you might think. I’ll see you this weekend, good night Harry.” Luna said airily and hung up.
Harry lowered the phone to his lap and wiped a hand down his face. “What war?” Jason asked pensively.
Harry couldn’t even be upset that they eavesdropped on his conversation, he had been talking about their friend after all, also they had superhuman hearing. It couldn’t be helped.
“It is a very long story and has been over for 4 years.” Harry told him wearily. “You will probably be around when I tell Jean-Claude and Damien about it.”
Sylvie spoke for the first time since they left the Circus, “I didn’t know seers were real, but your friend sounded like one.
“We don’t actually know and we don’t ask. It’s a good bet that since her mother was descended from a line of Seers it’s possible but those of us who are friends with her, don’t care. She’s our friend and that’s all that matters, every so often she just knows something, will give advice about something that has happened or will happen and we listen and take her advice but that’s not all she is or is good for.”
“She will probably insist on meeting you lot, so you should know that most of the time it sounds like she speaks a lot of nonsense, like when she was talking about the Wrackspurts but you have to really listen to understand. What she was saying when she said they wouldn’t give her any peace is that something was woke her in time to receive my call and deliver any advice needed. If I hadn’t called her she would have called me.” He continued.
“Are they real?” Sylvie asked curiously.
“No one knows. I believe she sees something even though many do not. In the wizard world there are these creatures called Thestrals. They are pitch black horses with wings, they are carnivorous but very gentle and they are considered bad omens. However they are invisible unless you’ve witnessed death hence when they are bad omens. I could see them by the end of my Sixth year because I witnessed the death of my Godfather. Since then I haven’t really doubted her.”
By the time he finished talking they were in a parking lot in front of a large brick building. Harry’s phone had alerted him to Luna’s message but he decided to wait and let Raphael listen in once he had something to ease his pain.
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Once Raphael lay on the examination table in the makeshift emergency room in the basement of the building; Harry had met Lillian, the attractive 50-something doctor with the no nonsense attitude. It took Jason, Sylvie and Anita to back him up enough to get her to not give Raphael ordinary medicine. Not only would it not work very well but Harry had no idea if there would be any reactions to the pain potion that would help him.
Lillian stood behind Harry as he took a seat on the little stool with wheels and place his hand once again on Raphael’s head, bringing him back to awareness. He took a deep ragged breath that remained ragged and turned fast.
“Raphael, do you remember me, what I said before I put you to sleep?”
“Yes.” He flinched as if talking hurt; it just may have with how injured he was.
“I can give you something for the pain, made for people who are magical or creatures. It won’t put you to sleep but may make you drowsy so I need you to just bear with me for a few moments. You wanted an explanation of what happened this evening, but that would take far too long while you are in so much pain so I’m going to show you what happened. It will only take seconds but since it’s probably the first time you’ll be experiencing this, it may be a little disorienting. I just need you to stay as relaxed as you can and keep your eyes on mine.”
Harry slouched a little further bringing himself perfectly eye level with Raphael. Harry pulled the memories to the forefront of his mind and gently let the memories flow into Raphael’s. Like Harry said it only took seconds and once finished Raphael looked at him intently. “That was real? It’s all true?”
Harry nodded, “If you need verification Jean-Claude, Anita, Jason and Sylvie can tell you.”
Anita walked up behind Harry. “If he can take the pain away and help you heal faster, than I‘d let him Raphael. None of us can afford to be vulnerable come tomorrow night.” She said pragmatically.
Raphael let out a short wheeze of a laugh, “So be it.”
Harry pulled his pouch from around his neck once again and reached in up to his shoulder, digging around for the vials he usually kept there. Jason and Anita who were leaning against the far wall gaped at him and Lillian who had kept silent, observing, moved to the side to see what they were gaping at and her eyes widened in surprise.
“Who are you, Marry Poppins?” Jason joked.
Harry chuckled as his hand closed around what he was looking for and he pulled it out. “No but I suspect the person who wrote the screenplay was either a squib or someone who knew of the magical world.”
Harry held out the pouch to Jason. “A friend once put an Undetectable Extension Charm on it and now it can hold much more than what you would think. If you would like you can find all the other vials hidden in there.” He held up the Pain potion he’d just removed, “They look like this. A few are the same color others vary depending on what they are. And don’t worry they won’t break no matter how strong you are, each were spelled unbreakable.”
Jason took the pouch slowly, as if it would open up and swallow him whole. Harry chuckled again and shook his head. Using his free hand he pulled out his wand. Spelling potions directly into someone's stomach was considered delicate wand work.
He addressed Raphael. “You shouldn’t feel anything when I do this but if you do it shouldn’t hurt just feel odd or unusual.” He showed the vial to Raphael, “This is the highest grade pain potion created. I am going to use magic to put it directly in your system and the effects are instant.”
Harry griped his wand firmly and used the tip to ‘draw’ a circle around it. Healers and Medimages were the ones who used this spell most often, not including Potioneers; Harry learned how to do it out of necessity but it wasn’t his forte. It took a lot of concentration for him to gently move the potion from the vial into Raphael and he was thankful everyone in the room kept silent.
Raphael’s body went limp with relief once the potion started working through his system. “Thank you, the Wererats will remember what you have done. I will remember.”
Harry smiled and shrugged, “I would have done the same for anyone in need. But now that you are in significantly less pain I need you to understand that my specialty is defensive and offensive magic. My friend Luna is the foremost expert on Magical Creatures in our generation but neither of us has made a study of Potions or Healing. I need your permission to contact someone who could be a Master. He’s a bit abrasive but I trust his knowledge.”
“Do what you will.”
Harry removed his cell from his pocket this time, but turned to ask Lillian a question before he dialed Malfoy. “How is Sylvie?”
She averted her eyes but answered anyway. "Physically, she'll heal, but I'm not a therapist. I'm not equipped to deal with the aftereffects of an attack like this. I want her to stay here for the night, but she's insisting that she go with you."
“Why?” Harry asked in shock. “She just met me.”
Lillian shrugged. "I think she feels safe with you. I think she doesn't feel safe here. This is a neutral place. We have all agreed to that. She should feel safer here than anywhere else.”
"For tonight you're safe, but anything that Elizabeth knew, the Master of Beasts knows. By tomorrow this may not be a safe haven." Anita informed Lillian.
"Do you know that for sure?" she asked.
"No, but I don't know for sure that you will be safe either."
She nodded. "Very well.” Lillian turned back to Harry. Take Sylvie with you then, if you would be willing.”
“I would never deny anyone safe harbor if they were in need so she will be welcome. If she is willing she should sit in on this conversation though as well as Jason.”
The young man had seated himself on the floor and lined many multi-colored vials in front of him, was finished his task and now flipped through Harry’s much loved photo album. Jason looked up guiltily at the sound of his name. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
Harry smiled sadly, “Relax Jason, if I had not wanted you to see something in there I wouldn’t have asked you get the potions for me. I understand the pictures are fascinating because they move.” Harry eyed the album longingly. “Perhaps the picture toward the back will entice Sylvie to join us for a short time. She did express interest in meeting my Godson.”
Lillian left the room to see if she could convince Sylvie to meet with the rest of the group.
Jason flipped to the first photos of a swaddled infant being held by a beautiful black hair woman with Harry standing next to them smiling happily and waving at the camera. “You said his name is Teddy, who’s the woman?”
“Andromeda Tonks, his maternal Grandmother.” Harry answered absently while he programmed Draco’s number into his phone. “Her nephew Draco Malfoy is the one I’ll be consulting with.”
Sylvie entered the room behind Lillian with a petite pretty blonde following behind her. Lillian went back to her spot holding up the wall behind Harry. Sylvie stood on the opposite side of the examination table with the woman next to her holding her hand. “Harry?”
He smiled up at the two, “I apologize for interrupting but I will be getting a hold of a colleague who may be able to shed some light on a way to heal you and Raphael quicker than you would on your own. I figured you would want to be a part of the conversation since I will only do what you would like with your explicit permission.”
“Yeah, alright.” Harry turned his attention to the woman beside her. “You must be Gwen. It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m glad she has someone to support her. I’d shake your hand but I believe it is considered rude to do so over an injured person.”
“It’s nice to meet you as well. Thank you for what you did for Sylvie.” Gwen said sincerely.
“Woah, Sylvie you gotta see this.” Sylvie and Gwen went over to stand close to Jason and look down at the album in his lap. “How is he changing his hair like that?”
Harry laughed at their expressions. They found one of the pictures where they had caught Teddy’s first hair color change on film. “He’s what we call a Metamorphmagus or just Metamorph for short. His mother Nymphadora was the first in generations to be born with the gift. When he gets old enough to control the gift on his own he’ll be able to not only shift his hair color but also individual part of his body like his nose and eye shape as well as color.”
Gwen looked up and smiled at Harry, “You sound like a proud papa.”
Harry’s eyes dimmed a little. “Tonks, his mother and Remus his dad, died very shortly after he was born so me and Andromeda have to be the proud parents the Tonks and Remus won’t have the chance to be, but we’ll keep them alive by telling Teddy everything we know about his mom and dad so that he’ll grow up feeling like they were there at least. As much as I love talking about Teddy though we are on a bit of a time constraint so let me call Draco and find out what we can do for Raphael.”
~~~
Harry let it ring once then put it on speaker. Everyone but Anita would be able to hear the conversation so I was only polite that he do so. It ran twice more before Draco’s haughty voice came crackling over the speakers.
“Who in Merlin’s bloody knickers thinks 7 a.m. is a respectable time to ring a person?”
Harry couldn’t help but laugh, somethings would never change. “Malfoy.”
“Potter.” Harry could practically hear the sneer but the venom was missing. “I’m guessing I owe Lovegood a thank you for this?”
“Yes, we all know you’re the best at potions next to Snape but I didn’t know how to get a hold of you or if you’d even help if I asked.”
“What, you think I still cavort with Death Eaters?” The venom was back, it was Draco’s defense mechanism coming out.
“Draco,” Harry said disappointedly. “That is not how I meant it and you know it. Seven years of antagonistic rivalry doesn’t just go away and that’s why I wasn’t sure if you’d help. You also should know or have realized that had I believed even the tiniest bit that you had been willing, I would not have testified on your behalf like with Lucius. I would have left you to your fate and handed your wand over to the Ministry to be snapped. Now, it’s been four years and I would like to leave behind the petty school rivalry because I need your expertise.”
Malfoy laughed good naturedly, “Got yourself in a bit of trouble again Potter?”
“Luna’s fault. I tell her I wanna get out of England and she sends me to America.” Harry told him shaking his head.
“I didn’t realize you’d left the country but considering what happened with the Weasleys.”
Harry interrupted him before he could go any further. “Don’t tell me I don’t want to know what the bloody press has spun the whole thing.”
“Right. So what can I do for you Potter?”
“I have a Wererat here with me; his entire back from the base of his neck, his arms and legs down to his ankles has been skinned. Luna told me a Grade 3 pain potion would be strong enough to help him with the pain but I was wondering if there was a potion that would help regrow skin, something like Skele Gro.”
Draco hissed in sympathy, “Yes, it’s a fairly complicated potion on par with the Draught of Peace, it’s called the Cutis Augmentum Potion.”
Harry groaned in remembrance of his Fifth year.
Draco chuckled, “You have to be the luckiest bastard I’ve ever met though, since I’ve been self-studying for my Mastery and it’s on a list of potions to be brewed as part of a test, I brew both the Draught and the Potion a few days ago because they are two of the few that can be kept under stasis.”
Harry sighed in relief. “Wait, you’re self-studying for your Mastery. I thought you would have had that a year ago.” He said in surprise.
Draco hesitated before he answered, “When I went into hiding with Severus he promised to take me on as his apprentice if he made it out of the war alive. England, Germany, France; no one was unaffected by the war and while Severus was the best there are other Masters. No one wants a known former Death Eater as an Apprentice. Mother wanted to get her Healers License since it’s what she's wanted to do since she graduated but it’s the same.”
“Okay, first what do you want for the potion?”
“Complete access to the Black library.”
“I would have given you access whenever you wanted, all you had to do was ask. You are a Black after all. I’ve cleaned out Grimmuld Place so you’ll have to Floo to my new house, I’ll key you into the wards and send you the address before morning. Next I have a proposition for you. You want your Mastery and I could use your knowledge and skill because we both know I’m pants at brewing, though I have become fairly proficient with Pain and Healing Potions.”
Malfoy laugh with amusement. “You would have to know how to brew those. On my last visit to Hogwarts Poppy still has the plaque above your bed in the infirmary. Let me make some inquires and get back to you. If I can find a Master willing to take me on I may just take you up on that offer. A change in scenery might be what I need and may be Mother could be talked into closing down the Manor and moving.”
“She’d be welcome. Try to get her to contact Andromeda. Andy would like to reconnect with her sister but she afraid that Narcissa still wants nothing to do with her or your cousin Teddy. I’ll send Kreature over in a moment to get that potion from you.”
“That sounds fine. I’ll speak to you later Potter.”
“Bye Malfoy.” Harry hung up the phone and turned to his audience who had thankfully remained silent the whole time. “Don’t freak out.” He told them then called for Kreature.
“Master Harry Potter called for Kreature.”
“Yes just a moment. Does anyone have a pen and paper I can use?” He asked the room. Lillian pulled a pad and pen from her pocket and handed it to him. “Thank you.” He wrote down his Floo address and Password for Draco, ripped the piece of paper off the pad then handed the pad and pen back to the doctor.
“Kreature, I need you to take this to Draco Malfoy and get a potion from him.” He handed the slip of paper to the House Elf. “Kreature will be happy to see young Master Malfoy. Kreature be doing what you asked.” It was a good thing he wasn’t nearly as excitable as Dobby had be, Harry had a feeling had it been Dobby he would a vibrated in place.
“You have a slave?” Harry looked up into Anita’s disgusted face and frowned angrily.
“No.” He bit out. “You shouldn’t just assume things. Kreature is what is known as a House Elf, they are a type of magical creature who feed off magic. Their type love to look after a house and/or family. Sometimes they are bonded to a specific person sometimes to a family, like Kreature. He’s been bonded to the Black family for three or four generations and when my Godfather died since he named me his heir, I inherited everything including Kreature. In return for their service we bond with them and they live off our magic. House Elves who aren’t bonded die.”
By the time he was finished lecturing Anita, Kreature appeared with a pop. He handed Harry the vial full of murky blue liquid. “Thank you Kreature.”
“Is there anything else Kreature can do for Master Harry Potter?” He implored.
“Have the books been unpacked?”
“Yes, Kreature had to expand the shelves.”
“We will be having some guests tonight so make sure the guest bedrooms and bathroom have clean linens and is stocked. Also see if the library holds any books on how to magically expand a house or add rooms. I have a feeling I’ll need it and if there aren’t any there take however much money you think you’ll need and buy them.”
“Yes Master Harry Potter. Kreature will do as you ask.”
“Thank you Kreature. I’ll see you at home.” Harry dismissed the old elf. Draco had sent a note with the potion; he read it and then held it out for Lillian to take. “Raphael. Are you awake?”
“Yes.” He sighed.
“I have the potion here and Draco wrote that it could take up to 15 hours for your skin to grow back completely, you will not be able to be moved until the potion’s done its job. The side effects are pretty minimal but from your neck to your feet it will feel like one giant itch you won’t be able to scratch. There won’t be any scarring but the new skin will be pink and tender for a few days. I’m going to make a suggestion and it’s up to you if you want to take it. Because the itching sensation will be continuous for up to 15 hours, I have what we call Dreamless Sleep Potion. It does exactly what it sounds like and works for 8 hours, the problem with giving you that potion is Lillian won’t be able to wake you to give you the Pain potion. It would have to be one or the other.”
“I don’t want to be forced asleep for that long.” Raphael told him.
Harry nodded. “Okay, I’m going to spell this into you like the last potion. Let Lillian know if you need a pain potion at any time. Don’t try to deal with the pain or the itching without it.”
He spelled the potion into the Wererat and then got up stretching stiff muscles. He grabbed four more pain potion from the ones gathered in front of him and handed them to Lillian. She put them in the pocket of her lab coat and handed Harry the pad of paper and pen again when he asked.
“This is my number. If the potions begin to wear off early or he can’t take the sensation anymore, call me. I can be here in seconds now that I’ve been here.” He handed the pad back.
Jason held up his pouch with everything back in it. “Sylvie did you still want to stay with me?”
“Yes.” She answered hesitantly.
“You and Gwen are more than welcome to stay however long you like. I was just double checking.”
“Anita? Jason?”
“I’m good.”
“We’re fine.” They answered at the same time.
“Okay, Ladies are you ready?” Gwen left the room quickly to grab a bag and was back in a matter of seconds. “It will be quicker to apparate, which means teleporting from here right into my house. It’s going to be uncomfortable and disorienting. I would usually do this holding both of your hands but if that makes you uncomfortable I can do it with you hold Gwen’s hand while I hold the other.”
Sylvie kept a hold of Gwen with one hand but reached out the other. “It’s okay.”
Harry held out his other hand for Gwen to take. “Hold tight and don’t let go until you feel solid ground beneath your feet.
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