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

Chapter List
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Part: 8/?
Characters: Harry Potter, Richard Zeeman, Jamil, Shang-Da, Charlotte Zeeman

Warnings: see Chapter 1

AN: I want to thank everyone who volunteered to beta for me. I was shocked and amazed that so many of you were willing. I finally chose my beta so I want everyone to give UlyFeral a big thanks and welcome for coming along to help me! I also want to thank Harriverse who gave some insightful reviews that reminded me of a few things I need to take care of in the story!

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The drive out to Richard�s house was a long one and Harry found himself practically vibrating with the energy he was trying to suppress. The day was going to be a keystone in his life. Richard would either accept what Harry knew about him and his feelings on the matter or not, just as he would when Harry explained what he was and his full history. He just hoped that his cousin would still care for him as much as he did now. The Zeeman family had spoiled him with all their love and affection. It would be hard to stand if they turned away from him.

�They won�t turn me away.� Harry firmly told himself as he pulled his glasses off and wiped them clean on his shirt. �They still love Richard, so they will still love me.�

�Harry, dear? Are you doing alright back there?� Charlotte asked interrupting his introspection.

�I�m fine, Auntie.� He reassured her.

�Are you sure, dear? You look a bit green.� She persisted, a bit concerned.

Harry smiled. �Yeah. I�m just not used to being in a car for this long.�

His aunt nodded at him, her eyes a little sad. �Alright, dear. It won�t be much longer.� She smiled at him again before turning back toward the front. �We�re only a few minutes from his house. You see that road just off to the right?� Charlotte pointed a few feet up the road. �That�s the turnoff to get to his house.�

Harry leaned closer to the window. He could just make out the turn his aunt was talking about. It wasn�t much more than a dirt road surrounded by trees. �I wonder if Jamil and Shang-Da will be with Richard today? Almost every time I see him at least one of them is there.�

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As they pulled up in front of his cousin�s house, Harry could see that Richard was already outside waiting for him, Jamil and Shang-Da at his side. Harry smiled, unbuckling himself and practically shooting out of the car like one of the Weasley twin�s rockets.

Richard staggered back under the weight of his young cousin. Harry looked up at him, smiling, his arms wrapped tightly around Richard�s waist. Richard smiled back, his hand running through Harry�s messy hair. �Hey there kiddo.�

�Hi.� Harry said blushing, hiding his face in Richard�s chest.

Richard chuckled. Behind him Jamil smirked and Shang-Da simply raised one dark eyebrow.

�What have you been feeding him, Mom? He�s like a little Energizer Bunny.� He asked humorously toward his mother.

�Oh, pssh. He�s just a normal teen. You were no better at his age.� Charlotte said to him then turned her smile on her son�s friends, greeting them with a warm, �Hello boys.�

The two nodded politely, greeting her with friendly silence.

�I hope you�ve been keeping my son in line. God knows someone has to.� She teased.

�Mom!� Richard pretended to whine in annoyance.

Jamil and Shang-Da wisely hid their amusement behind sparkling eyes.

Harry snickered quietly into Richard�s side. Everything here was so much warmer than it had been back in Surrey. Even when bickering, there was this thick, heady feeling of love in the air. So much like it had been at the Weasley house. No matter what the future held this moment..... �this moment would always be a gem in his eyes.

Richard ran his hands gently through Harry�s dark locks, quietly steering him into the house. They made their way through the living room and into the kitchen where the coffee pot was steaming away. �Why don�t all of you sit down. Mom, Dad, do you want any coffee?�

�Just a small cup, dear.� Charlotte answered smiling at her son. As her husband was about to answer she turned to give him a glare. �Your father doesn�t need any, Richard. His doctor told him to stay off it for a while.�

�Are you okay, Dad?� Richard asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

�I�m fine. Your mother and the doctor are just fussing about nothing.� His father snorted, feeling put upon.

�Don�t you start! Neither the doctor nor I are fussing for no reason.� Charlotte said sternly, shaking her finger at her husband. �You don�t need all that caffeine!�

Harry just smiled, watching his aunt and uncle argue before his uncle simply gave up. He never seemed to win any of the arguments, most likely for the same reason Mr. Weasley never won. It was simply safer to just agree.

They continued to talk for what seemed like hours. Going over all kinds of trivial and not so trivial events. His aunt continued to try to get Jamil and Shang-Da to join the conversation. Although they never truly joined in, his aunt had managed to get them to say one or two things before they seemed to realize that they were talking.

Harry was enjoying the homey scene and was a little sad when his aunt and uncle stated that it was time for them to leave. After his aunt had hugged and kissed them all goodbye, Harry enjoyed the shocked look on Shang-Da�s face when Harry�s aunt kissed his cheek. They headed back to their car and slowly drove away.

�Well, Harry,� Richard said, startling Harry from his thoughts, �Why don�t I show you to your room.�

Harry nodded, grinning as he followed Richard back into the house.

Richard led Harry up the stairs to a room at the back of the house. It was only a little bigger than the bedroom he had been moved into at his Aunt Dursley�s house after his Hogwart�s letter had arrived.

�It�s a hell of a lot nicer though.� Harry mused as he looked around the room taking in the large picture windows looking out onto the forest surrounding the house.

Harry noted absently that there were cream-colored blinds on each of the two large windows as well as some thick royal blue drapes. The floor was a rich golden hardwood like what ran through the rest of the house. The dresser and the bed were both made out of the same wood as the floors. The bed wasn�t a four-poster like he was used to, in fact it looked a bit more like a sleigh. On it was a blue and gold blanket with a nice fluffy pillow set against lighter gold sheets. Stretching out from under the large bed was a thick blue, gold and green carpet. There was a little table on both sides of the bed. On one of them was a small green glass table lamp.

Harry turned, smiling at Richard as he and Jamil gently put Harry�s trunk down at the foot of the bed. �This is great. Thanks.�

�Not a problem, kiddo.� Richard reached out and ruffled Harry�s hair, making Harry sigh and try to flatten it again. �What would you like for dinner tonight?�

Harry shrugged and headed out of the room and made for the ground floor. �I�m not sure. Can I think about it?� He asked quietly.

�Sure.� Richard answered lightly, noticing the almost hesitant look on his cousin�s face. Harry was obviously thinking about something.

As they reached the living room, Richard noticed that Harry seemed to have come to a decision. Harry licked his lips. �Um�Richard? Can I talk with you?�

�Of course. You can talk to me about anything.� Richard assured him.

Harry nodded then said in a rush, �I know you�re a werewolf.�

Richard blinked, sitting down heavily on the couch. Jamil and Shag-Da also seemed startled even though their reactions weren�t as obvious as their Ulfrics.

�How?� He asked in a hushed voice.

Harry walked over slowly and carefully sat down next to Richard. �I knew the moment we met. I recognized the feel of the magic coming off you.� He explained carefully.

�What?!! But how......?� Richard blurted still shocked and definitely confused.

�One of my dad�s friends was a werewolf. We met when I was thirteen at my school. That�s when I found out about him.� Harry explained.

�Why did you meet him so late in life if he was a friend of your fathers?� Jamil asked.

�When I was just a baby, my parents were killed by a Dark Wizard. Two people who knew my parents, left me with the Dursleys because of a protection spell based on the blood I shared with my aunt. These two people never told anyone, including my father�s friend, Remus, where I was in case the Dark Wizard�s minions followed him to find me.� Harry paused a moment to catch his breath then continued, �Remus became my teacher at a school I attended from the age of eleven. It wasn�t until the end of that school year, that I and my friends, H-H-Hermione and Ron, were trapped outside the school with Remus during a full moon.� He paused again shakily, worried what Richard was thinking.

The three werewolves actually looked both angry and terrified for him all at once.

�No one was hurt and Remus quit after that incident. The whole thing scared him. He told me that S-S-Sirius and I were all that was left of his pack......� He tried to go on but was interrupted.

�Who is Sirius?� Richard asked.

�Sirius was my Godfather.�

Richard look curious. �Was?�

�He died when I was fifteen.�

�I�m sorry.�

�It�s okay.� Harry looked sad, his eyes haunted briefly as he remembered. �Remus didn�t have a pack otherwise. He said that he wasn�t willing to serve the only Ulfric in all of England and Scotland. He said he would rather be without a pack.�

�Why wouldn�t he want to be part of the pack?� Richard asked confused.

�You need to understand what it�s like for werewolves in Britain. They aren�t like they are here. They are where all the horror stories come from. They have no control over the change, they hunger for human flesh. They have no control of themselves during the full moon, they truly become monsters.� Harry paused again. �The Ulfic of Britain is a man named Fenrir Greyback. Remus told me he was the one who made 80% of the current werewolves in Britain.�

All three werewolves looked truly shocked. How could one werewolf make so many?

�Fenrir would purposely place himself near homes and campers, especially if there were children around.� Harry looked at his cousin then, eyes even more haunted than before. �Fenrir could clinically be classified as a sadist and a pedophile. Remus was one of those children Fenrir went for.�

The room was swallowed in silence for a long time. No one was quite sure how to respond to everything that Harry had said so far. To know there was a pack so twisted it was hard to conceive of it was a lot to take in. Due to his past experience, the three wolves were in fact worried Harry was telling them this because he was afraid. Was this some kind of warning to them?

�You can stop thinking whatever it is you�re thinking!� Harry snapped, glaring at them. �I�m not saying that I�m scared of you or any other such nonsense. I�m just trying to tell you what my world was like before I came here. I certainly know werewolves can be both good or bad. If I thought any of you were like Fenrir Greyback, I�d never would have let you take me from the airport.� Harry huffed. �Bloody Americans.�

�You don�t care that.....� Richard halted, licking his lips, �....that we�re monsters?�

�IF you were monsters, I wouldn�t care. But none of you are monsters, Richard. You aren�t any more of a monster than I am.� A dark laugh escaped him. �I�m more of a monster than you will ever be.�

Richard grabbed Harry by the shoulders, forcing Harry to face him. �Harry you aren�t a monster. I don�t know why you�d think that but you aren�t.....� He started to say urgently before Harry interrupted him.

�I am!� He glared into Richard�s eyes with bitter anger. �I am! I killed them! They all died because I�m a freak!� Harry shouted, beginning to tremble. �A freak even among other freaks!�

Richard stared wide-eyed at his cousin. Tears had begun to form in Harry�s eyes. �Harry��

�It�s my fault�� Harry choked, dissolving into grief-stricken sobs.

�Oh, Harry.� Richard murmured comfortingly as he pulled the sobbing teen to his chest, wrapping his arms around the shaking body. �I promise you aren�t a monster.� Richard said softly as he stroked Harry�s hair. �I�ve seen monsters and you most certainly aren�t one of them. I don�t know why you think you are, but I promise that even if you were I�d still be here.�

Minutes passed while Harry stayed wrapped in Richard�s arms. Eventually his wild sobbing eased to soft hiccuping tears. Richard continued to hold him whispering soothing words into his hair until the boy began to calm.

Jamil and Shang-Da watched, their beasts stirring under their skin, aching to get out and attack whatever was hurting the pup. Their Ulfric�s pup was hurting and every instinct they had told them to protect. No pup of their pack would get hurt while they watched. It was an irrational, instinctive urge and they knew it. Unfortunately, the one that had hurt the pup wasn�t here. This was an old wound that had not yet healed.

�You okay now, Harry?� Richard asked, his voice soft and soothing on Harry�s frazzled nerves.

Harry nodded.

�Good.� Richard said loosening his grip on Harry. �If you want to talk about it, I will listen and so will Jamil and Shang-Da. Hell,� Richard chuckled, �So would Sylvie if you gave her a chance.�

�Really?� Harry asked in a hoarse voice,

�Really.�

�Harry nodded obviously thinking. �I�m a wizard.� He finally blurted out.

The three wolves blinked. �What?� Richard asked.

�I�m a wizard. You know magic spells, wands, flying brooms�the works.� Harry couldn�t help but smile at the shocked looks on Richard and Shang-Da�s faces. Jamil just nodded as if he had been expecting an answer like that. �I belong to a whole world of wizards. We live right along side all the muggles, er non-magical people.� He clarified.

�I thought wizards were just a fairytale.� Richard said shaking his head in amazement.

�Nope we�re real. It�s just that our cities are hidden by magic so that muggles can�t find them.� Harry assured him.

After a brief moment more of stunned silence all three werewolves burst forth with questions. For many long hours and on into the night the three talked. Learning more and more about each other�s worlds. Things would never be quite the same in the Zeeman household again.

tbc�

AN: Whew! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. It seemed to have a mind of it�s own while I was writing it. Again I want to thank my oh-so-wonderful beta, Ulyferal, for taking the time to go through this and re-shape it into something readable. So lets all take a moment to shout out: �Thank you, Ulyferal!�

To see an idea of what Harry�s new bed looks like go here: http://www.morfurniture.com/detail.aspx?ID=331245593&CatID=64&Group=2 It is called a St. Pierre King Sleigh Bed. It�s the right design but wrong wood color.

Music listened to while writing this chapter:
1. The Hand of Sorrow by Within Temptation
2. Do you Want To by Franz Fedinand
3. Lullaby by Shawn Mullins
4. Change the World by Eric Clapton

A/N: 4/23/08
Hello everyone. Sorry that I haven't updated yet. I have been working on the next chapter and hope to have it ready by mid-May.
I do have one favor to ask of my readers. I am trying to make a better Banner than the one I have, but I have found I really have no skill for making really nice banners. SO... I am hoping one of you do and is willing to help me make one, or to spruce up one of the two I have. (check out my livejournal to see them: http://dreamwind83.livejournal.com/ Please help me!
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