A Family Forgotten

Chapter 9

Warnings: See Chapter 1
AN: Sorry this has taken so long. I have been working on it for a while but this chapter kept trying to go off track. It just didn’t want to stick with the plot outline I had worked up. Fortunately after many variations of the chapter were written and rewritten I got one that I liked. I hope that you will like it too. There are still many surprises waiting for our dear characters. Also for anyone who likes Anita you might not like this chapter. As there will be Anita bashing from here on out.

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The first few days with Richard at his home were amazing. Harry was beyond glad that his cousin still accepted him even if he was a wizard and still thought of himself as a murderer. Of course, Richard argued with him about that at least once a day, saying ‘If you are a murderer then what am I?’

Harry of course had already heard about how Richard had won the title of Ulfric from Jamil one night when Richard was busy with pack business. At least, Harry thought it was pack business. He was never quite sure since there were a couple nights where he had left ‘on pack business’ and came back smelling of vampires and death magic. The latter really raised Harry’s hackles.

Harry found himself taking in Richard, Jamil and Shang-Da’s scent every time they came back to the house, checking to see if they had come to harm from the death magic they had encountered that day. He wanted to be prepared in case it’s caster decided to try anything against one of HIS family. He could hold himself back if the scent told him the magic hadn’t been used against one of them but if it had, he would be hunting the castor down.

This was one of the more worrying things about being in St. Louis. There was far too much death magic in the air. Too many people who lived in this city used it on a daily basis. It took more control than he thought he had to keep from tracking all the death magic back to its source. He wanted to hunt the magic. To hunt the castors of such vile dark magic.

Harry Shivered.

He wasn’t sure if he would be strong enough to keep suppressing his magic. To suppress the need to hunt down the users of the vile death magic that the air was always ripe with.

‘Perhaps!’ He thought, ‘I should contact the AMOM to find out the laws regarding underage magic use here. Then, hopefully, I could burn off some of this before I implode.’

Of course being a teenager, it wasn’t only magic he needed to burn off regularly. Harry sighed, watching Jamil brewing coffee in the kitchen. That was starting to become a bit of a hobby of his. Every chance he got he found himself watching the dark man. He wondered if Jamil could teach him to fight without magic. He knew he should ask Richard, but his cousin was always so busy and either Jamil or Shang-Da were always around.

Of course, it didn’t hurt that Jamil was the epitome of ‘tall, dark and handsome’ or that the only other person who had a voice that nerve tingly was Professor Snape. Where Snape’s voice was silk over steel....sliding across your flesh, Jamil’s was like dark chocolate....sinful and rich. Sometimes Harry thought, it would be way to easy to get off on those two men’s voices alone.

“Have you eaten lunch yet, Harry?”

Harry looked up as Sylvie walked into the kitchen. “Not yet.”

Sylvie smiled at Harry. The twitch of her lips and the twinkle in her eyes teased Harry, as if she knew what he had been thinking. “Well then, we’ll have to get you something.”

“It’s not a big deal. I can make myself something.” Harry rushed to say. Even though he knew that it wasn’t a big deal to Sylvie if she made him something to eat, but it was for him. He just wasn’t used to people making meals for him.

“Maybe you can but I think it’s time we got you out of this house. What do you think, Jamil? Should we take him out for some food?” She asked the dark man.

Jamil looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. “We can take him to get a hamburger.”

Sylvie nodded in understanding. Harry was just baffled. Whatever was going on it wasn’t simply about hamburgers.

“Alright, pup,” Sylvie slapped her hand against Harry’s shoulder, gently for a werewolf, “Let’s hit the road.”

Harry looked between the two wolves. Something was going on. “So where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll like it. We eat there all the time with Richard.” Sylvie said, continuing to smile at him as they locked the door to the house and headed to her car.

‘They are definitely up to something. I’m just not sure what.’ Harry said to himself as he clipped the seatbelt on and looked toward the front seats where Sylvie and Jamil were. Hopefully this wouldn’t be something bad.

For the next while the drive was quiet. It wasn’t until they hit the city that Sylvie started talking to him again.

“So Harry, what happened to Bastet? I haven’t seen her around the house.” Sylvie smirked while Jamil just growled quietly at her.

Harry smiled. His little kitten had taken a special liking to Jamil and had followed him around whenever the dark wolf was visiting. It had been…well…adorable, for lack of a less cute word.

“I decided to let her stay with Aunt Charlotte. I thought she could use, Bastet.” He answered.

“Oh?” Sylvie said questioningly, watching him carefully in the rearview mirror.

“Yeah. It’s just that every now and then Auntie seems scared of something and sometimes she wakes up at night crying and screaming.” Harry licked his lips. “She won’t tell me what’s wrong, but having Bastet sit with her seems to help. So I thought I should leave her for Auntie until whatever’s bothering her passes.” ‘If it passes.’ He thought privately.

“That’s very kind of you, Harry. I am sure your Aunt appreciates it.” Sylvie said smiling warmly.

“If you two are quite through,” Jamil interrupted, “We are going to miss the entrance to the parking lot in a moment.”

Sylvie cursed and swung into the parking lot, throwing Harry into the car door in the process. They skidded to a halt in an empty parking spot. Climbing out of the car, Harry rubbed his shoulder. He would definitely have a bruise where he had connected with the car door.

Harry looked at the restaurant they were walking up to and it’s rather interesting choice of name......The Lunatic Café. Harry chuckled quietly to himself as he followed Sylvie inside, Jamil right behind him.

Immediately upon entering, Harry was hit with the overwhelming power of a building full of lycanthropes. The sheer power caused him to stumble and Jamil grabbed his arm, steadying him.

“You okay?” He asked softly, releasing the boy’s arm.

Harry looked over his shoulder at Jamil and blushed in embarrassment.

“Yeah.” He murmured.

“Jamil, Sylvie, over here!” Came a shot from somewhere to their right.

Harry quickly looked away from the attractive, black wolf and toward a large table where the shouted greeting had come from. Sitting there were two werewolves and some type of werecat. The wolf who hadn’t shouted, Harry noticed, was an obvious twin to the cat sitting at the table.

“You must be, Harry?” The wolf, who had called to them, said questioningly as the group approached the table.

Harry blinked and reflexively shook the blond wolf’s extended hand. “Yeah. Um…and you are?”

“I’m Jason.” The wolf said with a laugh, smiling widely. “This is Stephen and Gregory.”

Harry greeted the twins and sat down in one of the empty seats to the left of Jason and Jamil sat on his right with Sylvie taking a seat next to the twins. Harry quickly realized Jason was a talker. Like Hermionie, once he started he just didn’t seem to stop. He seemed to talk about anything that popped into his head.

‘I wonder how he can talk so long? I don’t think he has taken a breath in at least two minutes!’ He thought in amusement.

A sudden warmth rolled over Harry and he found himself turning in his seat, a smile spreading across his face. Richard had finally arrived.

“Hey, pup.” Richard said, running a hand through Harry’s hair, ruffling it. Jamil quickly moved to a seat beside Sylvie so that Richard could sit next to the wizard.

“Hi, Richard.” Harry smiled even wider, if possible.

Shang-Da, snorted quietly, as he grabbed another chair and sat next to Richard.

The waitress arrived almost as soon as Shang-Da sat down, taking everyone’s orders and rushing off, obviously nervous. Harry could only think that it had to do with his cousin being the Ulfric.

As if reading his mind, Richard whispered, “She’s very new. Her second full moon is next week.” Harry nodded.

“Speaking of the full moon, what is Harry going to be doing,” Sylvie asked.

Richard sighed. “I’m not sure. Daniel should be here before then, but I’m not sure I really want to leave the two of them alone.” Harry opened his mouth, ready to defend himself but Richard held up a hand to quiet him. “I know the two of you can defend yourselves against normal danger, Harry. It’s just that the two of you being related to me makes you a target for anyone wanting to form a power base here in the city and I’m not certain how well you two are at defending yourselves against some of the more nastier things that pop up here.”

Harry tried to keep from feeling hurt. He knew Richard respected him and knew Harry was capable of defending himself. Richard just didn’t know HOW well Harry could defend himself.

“So does this mean there is someone out there right now that is planning on doing just that,” Harry asked pointedly.

Richard went very still before letting out a long sigh. “It’s not something you need to worry about.”

“It is something I need to worry about if it involves you,” Harry snapped.

“Harry-“

“Don’t, ‘Harry’ me, Richard.” Harry stood quickly, his chair falling to the floor with a clatter. “You’re my cousin and I have every right to worry about anyone who intends to harm you.”

Richard tried not to show his surprise when Harry’s eyes turned a rich crimson color, power whipping around him like a miniature tornado. “I know you worry...” He tried to calm the boy.

“Is it that person who smells like death,” Harry demanded in a low, dangerous whisper.

“What do you mean, ‘person who smells like death’?” Richard asked, puzzled.

“When you return from ‘pack business’ you smell of vampires and death dealers.” Harry growled. “I want to know why you are dealing with such spawn as necromancers!”

“Harry, Anita isn’t anyone you have to worry about.” Richard said, frowning at Harry’s anger.

“This Anita is the one who uses death magic near you?” He snarled.

“Only when she has to.”

“You never HAVE TO use death magic, Richard. Do you have any idea what that type of magic does to a person’s mind, body and soul with long term use?” Harry nearly shouted his question.

“Harry...”

“DO YOU!” The boy shouted.

“It shouldn’t do anything,” Richard said flatly.

“There you are wrong. It always has a detrimental effect on the monster who uses....” Harry began to lecture.

“Shut up!” Stephen snapped, slamming his hands down on the tabletop, cracking the thick wood. “You don’t know Anita, and you have no right to talk....”

“I have every right if she is using magic that is classified as an Unforgivable in the presence of my family!” Harry shouted.

The rest of the table jumped to their feet and stepped back, startled by the eerie violet flames circling Harry’s feet.

Stephen backed down. “Unforgivable?” He asked in confusion.

“It is magic that if she had been part of my community back in Britain would have been an automatic death sentence. Not just death but Soul Death. She would have been Kissed the moment anyone in the government got their hands on her. They wouldn’t legally even need a trial.” Harry said sharply.

Jamil looked thoughtful even though inside his wolf was cowering in fright at the mention of The Kiss. Harry had explained what it was when he told them about his Godfather. “Why wouldn’t they need to have a trial?” He asked carefully.

“Britain has several magical books at the ministry that automatically record every use of magic classified as illegal dark magic or as unforgivable magic. The moment that someone casts an Unforgivable or uses any type of unforgivable magic, the book notifies the Ministry Heads and the Queen. Then the Unspeakables are sent out to monitor the suspect as the Dementor’s come for them.” Harry explained, calming a little.

“I still don’t understand why you hate Anita. You’ve never met her,” Stephen insisted, whining a little.

“I hate her because of what she does. Her magic doesn’t just taint her soul, it taints all the souls it touches, both dead and living.” Harry said flatly. Letting out a long breath, he let his magic power down. “Can we go home now, Richard? I seem to have lost my appetite.” He asked quietly.

Richard nodded and signaled for Shang-Da to remain with Sylvie and the others to explain what wasn’t said.

The other patrons stared in a mixture of awe, fear, and curiosity as Harry, Richard and Jamil left.

Tbc…