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Harry Potter Crossovers › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
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29,955
Reviews:
61
Recommended:
5
Currently Reading:
15
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Chapter 12: A Woman Scorned Part 2
Chapter 12
Warnings: See Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Harry Potter and Anita Blake novels. They belong to their respective owners and publishers. I make no money from this fic.
AN: The start of this chapter takes place just before Anita arrives at Richard’s and during the fight.
For updates check: http://dreamwind83.livejournal.com/
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It was rather frustrating how one child could cause so much dissension. Jean-Claude didn’t know le jeune garcon as Richard was doing his best to keep them apart, but it seemed like he really hated necromancers. Was it from some religious belief or something else? Either way this boy boded ill tidings.
Jason had returned from the café with a wild tale about Richard’s cousin bad mouthing Anita, wild violet flames dancing around him the whole time. While normally this wouldn’t be a big issue, the fact was the boy was magical and considered the Ulfric’s pup. Which gave his words more power than normal with the lycanthrope community, especially with the wolves.
It also didn’t help that Anita’s personality had been changing since he had first made her his human servant. The changes were drastic enough that even those lycanthropes that didn’t know her could see them and be more fearful of her than before she became a “friend” of the “monsters.”
At first the changes weren’t so bad, she no longer saw them as monsters and was more willing to care for them. However, soon she began to pick up speeds and strengths common to them, making it easier for her to catch those that were monsters and to relate to those that weren’t, then the ardur happened and slowly but surely it changed her. She no longer protested the wild sexual need or the growing harem of men, on the contrary, she almost seemed to be enjoying having so many men tied to her through sex.
He feared that she might be becoming a new Belle Mort with the way she was going. That thought worried and saddened him a bit. He quite liked the stubborn, no-nonsense, constantly protesting, puritan-like woman she once had been.
Now she was more cold.....killing was becoming far too easy for her. When they'd met, she had hated to kill, even those that deserved it.......it had sickened her. But as time passed, it didn't seemed to faze her at all anymore. That, more than all the other things, worried Jean-Claude the most. He, himself, did not like to kill even when he had to.
All of this was more trouble than he needed or wanted and Richard’s pup was like fire lit next to a leaking powder keg. Jean-Claude wasn’t so sure he could keep Anita distracted much longer. Soon she would hear about what happened and she would be bound to feel pissed enough to go storming to........
Jean-Claude thoughts derailed as he felt his knees buckle and darkness encroach on his vision. It was a good thing his restless mind had lead to restless pacing.
He gripped the edge of his bed, trying to pull himself back to his feet as Anita reached down their link, drawing as much power as she could from him at once.
~Ma Petite!~ Jean-Claude shouted mentally, feeling her panic and rage surging inside her as she reached for even more of his power. ~Ma Petite, STOP! You cannot keep.....~
~I need it!~ Her mind voice snapped back at him laced with fear, sharp and bitter. ~He’ll kill me! I have to kill him!~
Jean-Claude felt her mind ignoring him, pushing him away so it could focus on the pain...fear... ......hate.....circulating through it.
~He’s a threat. I have to kill that arrogant little snot!~ She hissed in his mind, bloodlust, thick, heady and dangerous surged along the bond.
Power! Foreign, rich, painful and altogether too heady surged into Anita and down their bond to him. Jean-Claude felt the scream rising up from his chest, echoing the one Anita was screeching out across the miles separating them. As the foreign power reached a crescendo, Jean-Claude felt the darkness pulling him under, a strange almost empty feeling surged along the bond from Anita.
~*~*~*~* Richard’s House, 2 Days Later *~*~*~*~
When Richard woke up something felt off. He was in his room, laying in his own bed and appeared to be in his sleep pants, but for some reason that all seemed wrong. Like he should have woken up elsewhere. Then it hit him!.......Anita!......Harry!
As quickly as possible, he flung himself from his bed, pulling the door to the room open so quickly he ripped it off its hinges and sent it flying across the room. Without looking back, he dashed through the living room and into the kitchen.
He froze in the doorway taking in the sight of Daniel and Jamil sitting amidst a crowd of wolves, bears, snakes and lions. The other Alphas nodded in greeting and opened up a seat for him at the table.
Daniel smiled tiredly at him as Shang-Da set a plate filled with food in front of him. “Glad to see that you are awake, Rich.”
“I was.....“ Richard stopped whatever he was going to say and instead took a large drink of milk from the glass shoved in his direction by Shang-Da. “What happened?” He demanded.
Daniel glanced nervously at Jamil, who turned to address the Ulfric. “After Anita and Harry started screaming at each other everything began to happen very fast. Harry seemed to take on a catman form and his flames were much brighter and larger. He had Anita pinned to the wall with a flame, covered hand around her throat.”
As Jamil explained, Richard noted the other lycanthropes in the room didn’t look surprised, as if they had heard the story before.
“Anita drew her gun, pressing it into Harry’s abdomen,” Jamil continued and Richard froze, eyes going hard. “When Harry didn’t back off, Anita suddenly became scared. That's when Harry used his magic on her.” Jamil said grimly then paused, searching his memory before continuing. “The flames on his hand seemed to force some black flame out of Anita and then Harry’s flames seemed to devour it. At that point both you and Anita were screaming......“
Daniel cut Jamil off, blurting, “You changed into a wolfman!”
Jamil threw Daniel a sharp look before continuing. “While you both were screaming, Anita shot Harry then both of you passed out. Harry stood for a few moments longer and changed back to human before passing out himself.” He finished grimly.
Richard felt a cold tendril of fear wrap around his heart. “Where is Harry now?” He asked anxiously.
“In his room.....asleep. We had Dr. Lillian come to check him over already.” Jamil said.
When Richard went to get up, he found the Rex pulling him back into his seat. “Eat. The boy is fine.” The Rex said, smiling broadly at Richard. “Some of your wolves as well as some of my Lions and even some of the Snakes are in his room guarding him. You need not fear.”
Richard looked back to Jamil who nodded. “And Anita?”
“She is still out as well. We thought about calling the cops but decided they would ask too many question we couldn’t answer.” Jamil said seriously. Richard nodded, grim. “Asher came and took her to the Circus. She is locked in one of the stone rooms used to house dangerous vampires and lycanthropes. Once Jean-Claude wakes a tribunal will be held to determine what, if anything, we can do about this.”
“Jean-Claude?”
“Seems that whatever happened to Anita and yourself also happened to Jean-Claude. It also affected Damien and Nathaniel as well.” Jamil looked even more serious than normal. “The vamps are getting restless with Jean-Claude being out for the last two days.”
“Two days?” Richard blurted. At Jamil’s nod, he swore, “Damn. What else could go wrong.”
“We have a serial killer loose in the city.” Jamil said in grim amusement.
Richard froze before letting out an aggravated sigh and slumping as best in could in the wooden chair, his head resting against the back of the chair. “When it rains it pours.”
~*~*~*~* Circus of the Damned, 20 Minutes Later *~*~*~*~
Jean-Claude was not pleased at all to find himself laying on his bed when he distinctly remembered collapsing under a power drain from Anita. Worried and a little pissed that she would pull that much power from him at once, he reached through the ties of the triumvirate and found nothing. Either she was blocking him so effectively that he could sense nothing of her or she was dead. Growing even more worried he reached out toward Richard.
A flare of heat and power rolled back along the ties. At least Richard was alive.
~What do you want, Jean-Claude?~ Richard growled, sounding tired and annoyed. Not the best mood for him to be in when one is trying to talk with him.
~Good evening to you as well, mon loup.~ Jean-Claude said politely. Richard just snarled at him down the tie. ~I am worried about ma petite.~ Another growl. ~She drew so much power from me that I collapsed. I can no longer feel her either.~
~Neither can I and I am damn glad about it!~ Richard snapped coldly.
Richard seemed even angrier than usual at Anita. A pity since from what Jean-Claude could tell they had been getting along better recently. ~Do you know what has happened to ma petite?~ He asked carefully.
Richard snarled at him. ~She tried to kill my pup!~
A cold pound of ice formed in the pit of his stomach. ~What did you do, mon loup?~
~What did I do! She is the one who stormed into my home, uninvited, and starts yelling..... making demands! She's the one who comes in insulting me and my pup!~ Richard's mind voice was literally shouting.
~Mon loup--~ Jean-Claude tried to soothe him.
~She is the one who drew a gun. In.....my.....home! She is the one who shot my pup! And you have the gall to ask me what I did?~ With a snarl so fierce it had even Jean-Claude flinching, Richard broke the connection, closing his mind off.
Jean-Claude was confused and a confused Jean-Claude is never a good thing. He knew Anita was angry and that all the lycanthropes, save the leopards, were actively ignoring her.....the wolves, especially. Now, as if this dissension wasn’t enough, Anita had shot a child under son loups care. This had gone far enough. The woman he still loved was now behaving cold and remote......totally unlike the woman he had first taken as his human servant. It worried him. It worried him badly.
“What is going on, Mon Loupe?” He spoke aloud. No answer!
Jean-Claude sighed and slouched dramatically on his couch. “Will you not even tell me what votre chiot said that has caused mes loups to behave as they are to ma petite?” He asked the air again, hoping Richard would at least tell him that much.
He flinched when the door to Richard's mind flung open again. ~Harry told them about the long term affects of necromancy. He told them what Anita wouldn’t.~ He snarled ~Keep her away from the Louki, Jean-Claude, or I will let MY wolves do to her what we do to all pack traitors.~ He warned before shutting the link again.
Jean-Claude was more than a little surprised. While he knew Richard hated them he had never before felt such loathing and disgust from the Ulfric. So, even though it was painful, he knew Richard meant what he said. The wolves would kill Anita if she came near them again.
Even more concerned, Jean-Claude tried again to reach across his link to Anita and still found only darkness. No matter how much power he used he could not reach her. For a moment he feared the wolves had already gotten her.
A strong hand settled on his shoulder. Placing one of his own pale hands atop the other he tried to let his worries go. He had known Anita was terrified, that she had tried to pull power out of both triumviterates and that something had reached out through her, denying her that power. Eating it. He could still feel his link to her, but it didn’t feel the same. Something or someone was keeping her from him. Someone very powerful.
“Mon chardonnet, what is happening in my city?” He asked. Even to his own ears his voice sounded weary.
“I know not all the answers, but I do know the answer to at least one riddle.” Asher said quietly. Jean-Claude nodded, waiting for Asher to go on. “Richard’s cousin has frightened them away from Anita. He has told them Anita’s magic is dark and will leave a corrupting stain on the minds and souls of all it touches.”
“Yes. . . I know and I begin to wonder if what he said might be true.” Jean-Claude said thoughtfully.
Asher moved from behind the couch, sitting down gracefully next to the other vampire. “I do not know the exact words he said or if they are true, but they and his fervor certainly left a mark. Only the leopards will go near Anita. The others won’t go anywhere near animators and are putting up quite a ruckus about the animators that work at the Circus. Many are refusing outright to come back to work until the animators are no longer there.” He said seriously.
Jean-Claude was sorely tempted to do something rash, but Anita already had and it had not solved anything. It had in fact just made things worse.
“Please have mon pomme come to me. I wish to speak with him.” He ordered softly.
Asher nodded and quietly got up from the couch. As he left, making nary a noise, Jean-Claude steeled himself for the problems yet to come.
Tbc…
Translation:
1. le jeune garcon = the young boy
2. mon loup = my wolf
3. son loups = his wolves
4. votre chiot = your pup
5. mes loups = my wolves
AN: For Babs who asked a while ago, Richard and the others didn’t react to the shock of Voldermort but did to the idea of a hidden world of magic-users because it is easy to think someone powerful would go all “Hitler” on a group of people. Whereas the idea of a very large magical community such as wizards existing but being able to hide not just from the muggles but from most of the rest of the magical beings of the world as Richard knew it. I hope this helps answer your question.
Also I would like to thank Jules for all the wonderful things she said in her review. It really made my day when I read that.
Also, I am sure you have noticed that the number of reviews on this story have dropped. That would be my fault. I posted up a second version of this story here after the first dissaperd. The story was then fixed and both stories were showing so I decided to delete the version with the smallest number of reviews. Only it didn't. It deleted the one with the large number of reviews. So SAD! So if you would all be kind...please review this for me! I love to hear the honest thoughts you come up with while reading.
Warnings: See Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Harry Potter and Anita Blake novels. They belong to their respective owners and publishers. I make no money from this fic.
AN: The start of this chapter takes place just before Anita arrives at Richard’s and during the fight.
For updates check: http://dreamwind83.livejournal.com/
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It was rather frustrating how one child could cause so much dissension. Jean-Claude didn’t know le jeune garcon as Richard was doing his best to keep them apart, but it seemed like he really hated necromancers. Was it from some religious belief or something else? Either way this boy boded ill tidings.
Jason had returned from the café with a wild tale about Richard’s cousin bad mouthing Anita, wild violet flames dancing around him the whole time. While normally this wouldn’t be a big issue, the fact was the boy was magical and considered the Ulfric’s pup. Which gave his words more power than normal with the lycanthrope community, especially with the wolves.
It also didn’t help that Anita’s personality had been changing since he had first made her his human servant. The changes were drastic enough that even those lycanthropes that didn’t know her could see them and be more fearful of her than before she became a “friend” of the “monsters.”
At first the changes weren’t so bad, she no longer saw them as monsters and was more willing to care for them. However, soon she began to pick up speeds and strengths common to them, making it easier for her to catch those that were monsters and to relate to those that weren’t, then the ardur happened and slowly but surely it changed her. She no longer protested the wild sexual need or the growing harem of men, on the contrary, she almost seemed to be enjoying having so many men tied to her through sex.
He feared that she might be becoming a new Belle Mort with the way she was going. That thought worried and saddened him a bit. He quite liked the stubborn, no-nonsense, constantly protesting, puritan-like woman she once had been.
Now she was more cold.....killing was becoming far too easy for her. When they'd met, she had hated to kill, even those that deserved it.......it had sickened her. But as time passed, it didn't seemed to faze her at all anymore. That, more than all the other things, worried Jean-Claude the most. He, himself, did not like to kill even when he had to.
All of this was more trouble than he needed or wanted and Richard’s pup was like fire lit next to a leaking powder keg. Jean-Claude wasn’t so sure he could keep Anita distracted much longer. Soon she would hear about what happened and she would be bound to feel pissed enough to go storming to........
Jean-Claude thoughts derailed as he felt his knees buckle and darkness encroach on his vision. It was a good thing his restless mind had lead to restless pacing.
He gripped the edge of his bed, trying to pull himself back to his feet as Anita reached down their link, drawing as much power as she could from him at once.
~Ma Petite!~ Jean-Claude shouted mentally, feeling her panic and rage surging inside her as she reached for even more of his power. ~Ma Petite, STOP! You cannot keep.....~
~I need it!~ Her mind voice snapped back at him laced with fear, sharp and bitter. ~He’ll kill me! I have to kill him!~
Jean-Claude felt her mind ignoring him, pushing him away so it could focus on the pain...fear... ......hate.....circulating through it.
~He’s a threat. I have to kill that arrogant little snot!~ She hissed in his mind, bloodlust, thick, heady and dangerous surged along the bond.
Power! Foreign, rich, painful and altogether too heady surged into Anita and down their bond to him. Jean-Claude felt the scream rising up from his chest, echoing the one Anita was screeching out across the miles separating them. As the foreign power reached a crescendo, Jean-Claude felt the darkness pulling him under, a strange almost empty feeling surged along the bond from Anita.
~*~*~*~* Richard’s House, 2 Days Later *~*~*~*~
When Richard woke up something felt off. He was in his room, laying in his own bed and appeared to be in his sleep pants, but for some reason that all seemed wrong. Like he should have woken up elsewhere. Then it hit him!.......Anita!......Harry!
As quickly as possible, he flung himself from his bed, pulling the door to the room open so quickly he ripped it off its hinges and sent it flying across the room. Without looking back, he dashed through the living room and into the kitchen.
He froze in the doorway taking in the sight of Daniel and Jamil sitting amidst a crowd of wolves, bears, snakes and lions. The other Alphas nodded in greeting and opened up a seat for him at the table.
Daniel smiled tiredly at him as Shang-Da set a plate filled with food in front of him. “Glad to see that you are awake, Rich.”
“I was.....“ Richard stopped whatever he was going to say and instead took a large drink of milk from the glass shoved in his direction by Shang-Da. “What happened?” He demanded.
Daniel glanced nervously at Jamil, who turned to address the Ulfric. “After Anita and Harry started screaming at each other everything began to happen very fast. Harry seemed to take on a catman form and his flames were much brighter and larger. He had Anita pinned to the wall with a flame, covered hand around her throat.”
As Jamil explained, Richard noted the other lycanthropes in the room didn’t look surprised, as if they had heard the story before.
“Anita drew her gun, pressing it into Harry’s abdomen,” Jamil continued and Richard froze, eyes going hard. “When Harry didn’t back off, Anita suddenly became scared. That's when Harry used his magic on her.” Jamil said grimly then paused, searching his memory before continuing. “The flames on his hand seemed to force some black flame out of Anita and then Harry’s flames seemed to devour it. At that point both you and Anita were screaming......“
Daniel cut Jamil off, blurting, “You changed into a wolfman!”
Jamil threw Daniel a sharp look before continuing. “While you both were screaming, Anita shot Harry then both of you passed out. Harry stood for a few moments longer and changed back to human before passing out himself.” He finished grimly.
Richard felt a cold tendril of fear wrap around his heart. “Where is Harry now?” He asked anxiously.
“In his room.....asleep. We had Dr. Lillian come to check him over already.” Jamil said.
When Richard went to get up, he found the Rex pulling him back into his seat. “Eat. The boy is fine.” The Rex said, smiling broadly at Richard. “Some of your wolves as well as some of my Lions and even some of the Snakes are in his room guarding him. You need not fear.”
Richard looked back to Jamil who nodded. “And Anita?”
“She is still out as well. We thought about calling the cops but decided they would ask too many question we couldn’t answer.” Jamil said seriously. Richard nodded, grim. “Asher came and took her to the Circus. She is locked in one of the stone rooms used to house dangerous vampires and lycanthropes. Once Jean-Claude wakes a tribunal will be held to determine what, if anything, we can do about this.”
“Jean-Claude?”
“Seems that whatever happened to Anita and yourself also happened to Jean-Claude. It also affected Damien and Nathaniel as well.” Jamil looked even more serious than normal. “The vamps are getting restless with Jean-Claude being out for the last two days.”
“Two days?” Richard blurted. At Jamil’s nod, he swore, “Damn. What else could go wrong.”
“We have a serial killer loose in the city.” Jamil said in grim amusement.
Richard froze before letting out an aggravated sigh and slumping as best in could in the wooden chair, his head resting against the back of the chair. “When it rains it pours.”
~*~*~*~* Circus of the Damned, 20 Minutes Later *~*~*~*~
Jean-Claude was not pleased at all to find himself laying on his bed when he distinctly remembered collapsing under a power drain from Anita. Worried and a little pissed that she would pull that much power from him at once, he reached through the ties of the triumvirate and found nothing. Either she was blocking him so effectively that he could sense nothing of her or she was dead. Growing even more worried he reached out toward Richard.
A flare of heat and power rolled back along the ties. At least Richard was alive.
~What do you want, Jean-Claude?~ Richard growled, sounding tired and annoyed. Not the best mood for him to be in when one is trying to talk with him.
~Good evening to you as well, mon loup.~ Jean-Claude said politely. Richard just snarled at him down the tie. ~I am worried about ma petite.~ Another growl. ~She drew so much power from me that I collapsed. I can no longer feel her either.~
~Neither can I and I am damn glad about it!~ Richard snapped coldly.
Richard seemed even angrier than usual at Anita. A pity since from what Jean-Claude could tell they had been getting along better recently. ~Do you know what has happened to ma petite?~ He asked carefully.
Richard snarled at him. ~She tried to kill my pup!~
A cold pound of ice formed in the pit of his stomach. ~What did you do, mon loup?~
~What did I do! She is the one who stormed into my home, uninvited, and starts yelling..... making demands! She's the one who comes in insulting me and my pup!~ Richard's mind voice was literally shouting.
~Mon loup--~ Jean-Claude tried to soothe him.
~She is the one who drew a gun. In.....my.....home! She is the one who shot my pup! And you have the gall to ask me what I did?~ With a snarl so fierce it had even Jean-Claude flinching, Richard broke the connection, closing his mind off.
Jean-Claude was confused and a confused Jean-Claude is never a good thing. He knew Anita was angry and that all the lycanthropes, save the leopards, were actively ignoring her.....the wolves, especially. Now, as if this dissension wasn’t enough, Anita had shot a child under son loups care. This had gone far enough. The woman he still loved was now behaving cold and remote......totally unlike the woman he had first taken as his human servant. It worried him. It worried him badly.
“What is going on, Mon Loupe?” He spoke aloud. No answer!
Jean-Claude sighed and slouched dramatically on his couch. “Will you not even tell me what votre chiot said that has caused mes loups to behave as they are to ma petite?” He asked the air again, hoping Richard would at least tell him that much.
He flinched when the door to Richard's mind flung open again. ~Harry told them about the long term affects of necromancy. He told them what Anita wouldn’t.~ He snarled ~Keep her away from the Louki, Jean-Claude, or I will let MY wolves do to her what we do to all pack traitors.~ He warned before shutting the link again.
Jean-Claude was more than a little surprised. While he knew Richard hated them he had never before felt such loathing and disgust from the Ulfric. So, even though it was painful, he knew Richard meant what he said. The wolves would kill Anita if she came near them again.
Even more concerned, Jean-Claude tried again to reach across his link to Anita and still found only darkness. No matter how much power he used he could not reach her. For a moment he feared the wolves had already gotten her.
A strong hand settled on his shoulder. Placing one of his own pale hands atop the other he tried to let his worries go. He had known Anita was terrified, that she had tried to pull power out of both triumviterates and that something had reached out through her, denying her that power. Eating it. He could still feel his link to her, but it didn’t feel the same. Something or someone was keeping her from him. Someone very powerful.
“Mon chardonnet, what is happening in my city?” He asked. Even to his own ears his voice sounded weary.
“I know not all the answers, but I do know the answer to at least one riddle.” Asher said quietly. Jean-Claude nodded, waiting for Asher to go on. “Richard’s cousin has frightened them away from Anita. He has told them Anita’s magic is dark and will leave a corrupting stain on the minds and souls of all it touches.”
“Yes. . . I know and I begin to wonder if what he said might be true.” Jean-Claude said thoughtfully.
Asher moved from behind the couch, sitting down gracefully next to the other vampire. “I do not know the exact words he said or if they are true, but they and his fervor certainly left a mark. Only the leopards will go near Anita. The others won’t go anywhere near animators and are putting up quite a ruckus about the animators that work at the Circus. Many are refusing outright to come back to work until the animators are no longer there.” He said seriously.
Jean-Claude was sorely tempted to do something rash, but Anita already had and it had not solved anything. It had in fact just made things worse.
“Please have mon pomme come to me. I wish to speak with him.” He ordered softly.
Asher nodded and quietly got up from the couch. As he left, making nary a noise, Jean-Claude steeled himself for the problems yet to come.
Tbc…
Translation:
1. le jeune garcon = the young boy
2. mon loup = my wolf
3. son loups = his wolves
4. votre chiot = your pup
5. mes loups = my wolves
AN: For Babs who asked a while ago, Richard and the others didn’t react to the shock of Voldermort but did to the idea of a hidden world of magic-users because it is easy to think someone powerful would go all “Hitler” on a group of people. Whereas the idea of a very large magical community such as wizards existing but being able to hide not just from the muggles but from most of the rest of the magical beings of the world as Richard knew it. I hope this helps answer your question.
Also I would like to thank Jules for all the wonderful things she said in her review. It really made my day when I read that.
Also, I am sure you have noticed that the number of reviews on this story have dropped. That would be my fault. I posted up a second version of this story here after the first dissaperd. The story was then fixed and both stories were showing so I decided to delete the version with the smallest number of reviews. Only it didn't. It deleted the one with the large number of reviews. So SAD! So if you would all be kind...please review this for me! I love to hear the honest thoughts you come up with while reading.