Le Frère de Sang

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GENERAL DISCLAIMER - I do not own any of the characters used.

NOTES ON THIS STORY - Spoilers for all the Harry Potter books, though I have changed some things so that it fit’s the story. I am not a Ginny fan, thus the Epilogue is completely disregarded. I am very new to the Anita Blake world so you will have to forgive me any mistakes in how I present their characters. This story will have SLASH or MALE/MALE relationships and THREESOMES BETWEEN MALES and some of the scenes will be GRAPHIC. I also take characters meant to be ‘straight’ and turn them ‘GAY’.

NOTES ON THE CHAPTER - As with all first chapters, this is the introduction to the characters I will use. Or at least it gives you insight into the Harry of this story and you begin to see the relationship with Blaise and their plan for their lives.

On every chapter the notes will give you warnings for the chapter.
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I sighed and looked at the time. It was getting later, class would start soon. I turned my back on the clock and walked over to the window dodging the rich red furniture of the Gryffindor common room. The room was empty except for furniture, nobody was in it now. Everyone should have been at breakfast. Everyone but I had gone to breakfast, I just wasn’t in the mood for it. I wasn’t in the mood for any of it, any of school.

I looked down at the grounds. The colours were dull today, a heavy rainstorm brewing overhead shielding out the sun and making everything seem grey. The moisture that hung in the air was a tell-tale sign of rain to come; it was heavy in the atmosphere and seemed to weigh you down. I leaned my head against the stone and gazed around. The sky seemed to be made of endless dark grey clouds, they blurred into the horizon. Hagrid’s hut was grey against grey-green grass, the lake’s water was murky grey and unnaturally still. Nothing seemed to move, the calm before the storm. But it was tense, with the pressure in the air gave everything a sense of suspension though the anticipation didn’t stop everything from being grey; a dull, endless grey.

“Ah!” I jerked slightly as pain jabbed through my hand followed by hot tingling spreading out across my palm. I turned my hand palm up and inspected it. There straight across my palm, from the base of my thumb to the base of my little finger was a deep scar. The heat resonated from it. I stroked a finger down the scar and smiled a weak, half-hearted affectionate smile. I liked my scar; it was the only one out of my collection of scars that I liked. The scar on my forehead was irritating, the scar on my chest from a slicing curse was a nasty reminder of my past, the snake fang scar from second year was something I’d rather forget and the various small scars over my arms, chest and back were reminders of skirmishes with Voldemort and his Death Eaters and my ‘family’ the Dursley's. I tried not to think about my scars but I liked the one on my palm.

I stroked it again and lowered my mind shields a fraction. Concern. Concern slipped through to be recognised and I knew that he was worrying over me. He’s the reason I like this scar, he’d the one who gave it to me and I gave him one in return. We became friends on the battlefield, he rescued me from Death Eaters and I saved him from both the Death Eaters and the Order. Then during the war he taught me some useful surviving magic, I gave him something he desperately needed in order to survive. He became my secret best friend then he became my blood brother.

That’s what the scar was; he cut my palm and I cut his and we pressed our palms together bonding us as blood brothers. The bond gave us nothing more than an emotional link. There was no telepathic link, no sharing of magic or powers through the bond and no soul binding or anything like that. We could sense each other’s emotions and feel when we were near each other. It made us family, something neither of us had.

I concentrated on my link to him and pushed my affection for him down the link before strengthening my mind shields so nobody else’s emotions could seep through and drive me crazy. That was something that with hindsight I should have suspected but at the time hadn’t known about.

It was theorised that, besides ‘love’ which was the power that ‘the Dark Lord Knows Not’, the link with Voldemort from being one of his horcrux’s, however unintentionally, gave me the ability to see what he was doing. What was never explained in the theories was why, when viewing the scene as if I was Voldemort, I could feel the effects his magic was having upon others there with him. Nobody explained why it was as if I was the one having the cruciatus curse cast upon me when I was acting as Voldemort cursing others. Nobody thought about that, I suppose it was because it was too disturbing.

During the war I found when spying on the enemy I could feel the effects of curses cast on the victims and I could feel the emotions used when casting spells. I discovered I was empathic. I could feel other people’s emotions, as well as feelings like pain and pleasure. That’s why learning occulumency became a must. Occulumency was the skill my blood brother taught to me.

I glanced again at the clock and saw why my blood brother was concerned. I was ten minutes late for my first class, a class I share with my blood brother. Was there any point now in going to class? I was ten minutes late and if you added on the time it would take to travel to the classroom then I’d be even later. I don’t want to draw more attention to myself.

The clock hand ticked round a notch. Eleven minutes late. I didn’t want more people staring at me, I couldn’t stand it. It’s unbearable. And it’s not just the staring! My empathy is bad enough when people are just around me but it gets worse when people think about me and it becomes torture when they look and think about me while in my presence.

The hand twitched again, twelve minutes late.

It was so easy to just stand there. There was no guilt about not attending class. It was easy just watching time slip away from me, forgetting me. I was forgotten, time was so much bigger than me and now that time wasn’t against me, having it slip by was incredibly pleasant. If it was easy to miss ten minutes of class, missing more wasn’t likely to be much harder. It would be simple enough to just wait out the class. But if I wanted to do that perhaps being in the common room wasn’t a good idea.

Going onto the grounds wasn’t an option; the heaviness of the coming storm was weighing me down enough while I was inside. Room of Requirement wasn’t an option either, it was too obvious. Kitchens? As wonderful as the house elves are they weren’t loyal to me and one of them, with good intentions, would tattle on me. House elves that have good intentions don’t always make good choices.

The dungeons weren’t an option either, you could get lost in the dungeons. The Chamber of Secrets popped into my mind. It was the only place nobody but me could enter. I could go in there and stay there and nobody would find me, disturb me, hurt me.

I turned and moved to the dormitory and to the chest at the foot of my bed. Slamming open the lid I pulled out the marauders map, my invisibility cloak and a book to read if I got bored. My unneeded wand was in my pocket so I moved it into the small bag I had everything else in. I settled the invisibility cloak over me, put a finger on the map and said the password and made sure my bag was settled on my shoulder. I planned my route quickly and started to walk out of the tower. With a flick of my wrist the chest at the end of my bed slammed shut and locked, my wand was still safely in my bag.

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Slow, deliberate footsteps came towards me getting louder and louder with every stride they took. The sound the expensive shoes made on the stone floor of the Chamber resonated around the whole room. Even in the dim light there was a shadow and as it fell over me the footsteps stopped. I didn’t look up, I knew who it was. The feeling in my hand gave it away. I stayed leaning against the wall with my eyes shut, my feet flat on the floor with my knees bent up and a transfigured cushion under my arse to make it more comfortable for me.

A sigh then the person moved again. I felt a tingle as the person wordlessly transfigured something, threw it on the floor then sat on it. They leaned against the wall next to me and pressed their shoulder against mine.

“You’ve missed the whole day, I was worried.” I let a small smile curve on my lips but didn’t open my eyes.

“I’m sorry I worried you, I didn’t want to be there today.” A snort and I cracked my eyes open and turned to look at my companion.

“That’s what you said yesterday, the day before that, the day before that and the day before that!” My companion said with slight exasperation and understanding.

“How did you find me? How did you get in?” I asked and before answering my companion reached out a hand and picked up mine turning it over so we could both see the scar.

“I saw your memories remember? I copied what I saw.”

“Clever Vamp.” I smiled at my companion and he grinned back, flashing a fang that he usually kept hidden, for a moment before turning serious.

“You aren’t happy here Harry. I can see it; can feel it and I’ve tasted it. We should leave.”

“When? Where? We haven’t got any other family Blaise; we’ve nowhere to go but here!” I argued with a soft voice. My voice rebounded off every surface in the Chamber of Secrets that I’d cleaned with a few strong spells.

“Go to America. Nobody knows us in America and we could slip in under the radar, hide and be happy. It wouldn’t take a whole lot of effort to fit in there Harry. We could do it easily. You know how to be a muggle and I can copy you or you could teach me. I can feed from you and from those around us and we can obliviate them afterwards. America is thriving and over populated in most areas, we won’t be noticed. We can leave Harry; it would be only too easy!” I looked at Blaise. His black hair hung in very thick cords by his eyes, he hadn’t bothered with any gel or spells to hold it back. His dark skin was only made darker in the almost non-existent light in the chamber but I could make out the Slytherin crest on his robes.

“We need Visa’s to go to America, Blaise, and they take ages to come through. Not to mention I’m still underage. I’m sixteen; I need my guardian’s permission to leave.” I informed him.

“The Dursley's will give you permission if we go and visit them. It wouldn’t be hard to make them give you written permission. As or the visa, you saved the Prime minister and his family personally not to mention you saved everyone by your victory. He owes you a favour. He could have the visas sent through immediately; we just need to visit him. It would be easy to go Harry; easy to get the money, easy to arrive, easy to live. We have to leave; you have to get out of here. Would you rather go somewhere else?”

I thought about that for a while. He was right, I did need to leave but when I did I would leave with him. It wouldn’t be too hard to slip away. The hardest part of leaving would be getting the Prime Minister to do as they asked. Boarding a flight wouldn’t be difficult, except getting Blaise to be comfortable with flying inside a tin can. We could empty our vaults, or get the Goblins to transfer all the money they had to banks in America. We didn’t need to take anything except things too hard to leave behind like those things with sentimental value. It wouldn’t be too hard to leave. It would be harder to stay, with the stares and the fame and all the horrible things that came with my status. It would be so easy to just leave and start a life that I created, a life that was of my design. It was so tempting, and I’d have Blaise with me.

“When shall we go?” Blaise grinned at me and shifted slightly on his makeshift seat, pressing into my side a little more. His excitement showed on his face, like a child who just got sweets, but from the calculating look in his eyes he was considering everything seriously.

“A Hogsmeade weekend is coming up. We could go to the Prime Minister then, there’s a floo in the pub and you have the password to get into his office fire so it wouldn’t be that hard. We arrange things with him then work our way around the other problems. When we have a time scale from the Prime Minister we can plan around everything else. Though it might be an idea to go to Gringotts straight after visiting the Prime minister, banks take a while to sort out large transfers and closures.”

“Okay, this weekend then. I’ll meet you in the usual place?” Blaise nodded and sat back with a smirk on his face his face taking on a far away expression. I tilted my head to the side slightly, it had been a while since I last spoke with Blaise. “Are you hungry?”

“Huh? Sorry, pardon?”

“I asked whether you were hungry or not.”

“Oh. Yeah, is that okay?” I nodded and turned to face him, rising slightly so I was on my knees. Blaise rose up onto his knees and I allowed him to slide between my legs. There was nothing sexual about the position we were in, it just allowed for easier access to my neck. The easiest position for a feeding is either my lying on a bed with him on top of me or him pushing me up against a wall. Since we had cushions beneath us it would be comfortable to do the feed this way today.

Blaise slid an arm around my waist and pulled me up and against him. He pushed my shoulder length black hair out of his way before he lowered his head. I closed my eyes and tried to relax but not being able to see just seemed to heighten my other senses. I could feel his breath on my neck, lightly at first then heavier until it was puffs against my skin and his lips lightly brushed against me. I raised my arms and let one arm encircle his neck and the other grip his bicep.

“Ready?” He asked gently, his breath caressing me as he spoke.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” And then he bit down. Pain spiked from my neck before ice seemed to spread through my veins. Blaise sucked gently at the wound he’d created and it burned and stung. Revolution swept through me, instinct lurched up trying to make me get away from the leech attached to me. My magic swirled up to ready to come to my aid and push the attacker off me. I quenched all of my gut instincts. Blaise needed food, I was more than happy to provide it whether my body and instincts wanted it or not. I would allow it; I’d even encourage it if it allowed Blaise to live.

I gripped Blaise tightly to me still fighting down on the instinct to push him away. I could feel him pulling my life from me ever so slowly; I could feel it leaving me. Everything rebelled against it except my will power which stopped everything else from succeeding. I hated feeding, it was a horrible experience but it wasn’t one I’d ever stop if it meant I kept my blood brother alive.

Blaise drinking from me so often probably explained why I couldn’t put on any weight. I wasn’t skinny, per se, but I was what has been described several times as lithe. I have a slight upside down triangle shape; shoulders wider than my hips. I’m well tones and there isn’t an inch of fat on my chest and stomach. Any fat I have is on my thighs and even that is minimal from riding on a broom so often. I did have an all over tan, though by butt is slightly paler.

I got my tan from a holiday to the Spanish seaside, courtesy of Blaise, when I was recovering from the war. Since it was a private Beach I didn’t have to wear any clothes, though it took me a while to warm up to the idea of lazing around naked as the day I was born. Blaise had no problem with being naked all the time, except that he had to use protection spells so he wouldn’t burn thus turning into ash.

“Thanks Harry.” Blaise pulled away then delivered a long, hard lick to the wound on my neck. I shivered and tried to push back the nausea inside me, an after effect from the feeding. I put my hand over the wound and concentrated on healing the area without leaving any bruising or any scaring. The wound healed and I met Blaise’s eyes.

“You didn’t take much.”

“I took enough. With you being unhappy, you don’t taste very nice.” I hit Blaise on the arm for that comment and he laughed teasingly. He rose to his feet, transfigured his cushion back into his textbook, slid the book into his bag and held a hand out to me. I grasped his hand tightly and he pulled me to my feet. I ended the transfiguration on my own cushion and we began to move towards the exit of the chamber.

“So, I’ll see you Saturday.”

“Sure.”

“Make sure you have at least three meals a day though Harry, it’ll give you strength to keep your shields up. Go to the kitchens if it helps.” I just nodded and he sighed gently before pulling me into a one armed hug. “Take care of yourself. It’s nearly over with.”

“I can’t wait.”

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I grinned as Blaise and I took our first steps onto American soil. Since all airports are international space our first steps in America were the ones we took out of the sliding doors and onto a concrete pavement, or side walk.

“New life beings here Harry.” Blaise grinned at me. We moved towards the nearest Taxi and slid inside it. Blaise ordered the driver take us to the nearest five star hotel. When we were on our way I glanced over at him.

“What do you plan to do now?” I knew what I was asking but Blaise misinterpreted my question.

“First I plan to have a good sleep on a proper bed, have some decent food, feed, shower and then go clubbing. I plan to enjoy myself and I fancy getting drunk and dancing. Perhaps I’ll try to pull while I’m out. Course, I intend to drag you out dancing as well.”

“I meant more long term.”

“Oh. Well I don’t plan on leaving you. We’ll just go from place to place for a bit, sight seeing and enjoying ourselves. If we find an area we like more than any others then we’ll settle there. Sound okay to you?”

“Yeah. Job wise? Hell, education wise? We’ve got no qualifications that will be recognised here.”

“I don’t plan on getting a job. Hell Harry, we’ve just got here and this is supposed to be our new life! I don’t plan on having any responsibilities on my shoulders except finding ways for me and you to have fun while being safe and not found. Sound okay to you?” I understood his question and the look he gave me perfectly. He was daring me to disagree about not caring for anything but ourselves. That was the point I suppose and it wasn’t like I didn’t deserve to be selfish now.

“Sounds okay. Sounds fun.” I wouldn’t worry; I’ll just go with the flow. Having fun and enjoying life to the full seemed like a good idea, at least for a while and then I’d push to become self sufficient and stop relying on my gigantic inheritance.

After Blaise and I had arranged everything with the Prime Minister we went straight to Gringotts. There I discovered that I inherited all of the Black Vaults, and I mean all of them. I inherited Sirius’ vaults and because Sirius had adopted me into the Black line, without telling me might I just add, and because Narcissa Black had been declared un-eligible, I also inherited all of Belatrix’s money. Not to mention the inheritance from all the Potter’s back through the ages.

On top of all that were the vaults Dumbledore gave to me having named me his sole benefactor since Aberforth had also died. Then of course there was the money I already knew about, the gigantic sums of money the Wizarding Ministry kept paying me. At Gringotts I decided not to close my accounts or take out all the money. Instead Blaise and I changed all of our accounts so that we could access the money from a chip and pin card at any cash point anywhere in the world.

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At the hotel Blaise booked us in to get a penthouse suite, paying a large amount of money for it. He refused to let me pay at all saying with all of his inheritances the expense of a hotel room for a week would barely dent his accounts. Since his mother had a total of eight husbands, all of whom conveniently died not long after they willed their money to her, before she died. In her will she gave everything to Blaise, the whole legacy and all the gold to go along with it.

Then Blaise had his own money and the money from the many previous generations of Zabini’s. The set of vaults containing the most money were the vaults he inherited from his father. Blaise’s father was a vampire making Blaise a half vampire who still needed blood frequently to survive but wasn’t affected by any other vampire weaknesses. Since before Blaise’s mother killed him he’d been several centuries old, never having learned enough sense not to trust women, Blaise inherited all the money the vampire made over his long un-dead life. Blaise was unbelievably rich, more so than I was.

Our hotel room was beautiful. It was clean and it was perfect. The beds were soft and comfortable, the sofas were relaxing, the shower and the bath were spectacular and the view was irresistible. Blaise made me order room service and to charge all the food and the tip to the room then he went for a shower. I set up the meal on the dinning room table and ate then took my shower once Blaise was out of it. I didn’t bother getting dressed straight away, not that I could because there had been a hold up with luggage and the bellboy hadn’t brought it up yet.

“How tired are you?” Blaise asked around a mouthful of chips.

“A little.”

“Well it’s five o’clock now. Do you think if we had a nap now we could go clubbing afterwards? I feel like partying, the bounce around and scream kind of party.”

“If you’d like, but I’ve not been clubbing before.”

“I’ve been loads of times. I won’t leave your side.”

“I don’t know how to dance.”

“I’ll teach you, it’s not hard. You’ll love it, it makes you feel good.”

“Okay then, we’ll go. But you can’t leave me and you have to promise to help me dance.” I said with a smile, Blaise was incredibly enthusiastic about this. He grinned back before his grin faltered slightly.

“There’s going to be a lot of people in the club all packed in close together. I don’t want your shields to fail when we’re there.”

“I’ll survive. Besides, you’ll be there so if I have problems you can help. I’m going to bed now, if that’s okay. You going to wait for the bellboy?”

“Sure. We’ll just transfigure our old clothes to suitable clubbing clothes okay?” I shrugged my answer and went to my bed. I slipped into it and snuggled beneath the covers. I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.

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