Anita Blake/Harry Potter Fic: Confluence (en.sea.xvii) (multiple pairings)
TITLE: Confluence
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
PAIRINGS: Bill/Fleur, Harry/Ginny, Harry/Bill, Harry/Jason, Anita/her many canon men, and I'm sure there will be other pairings later.
RATING: en.sea.xvii, overall
DISCLAIMERS: J. K. Rowling and Laurell K. Hamilton own all of the characters. I'm just having some fun.
WARNINGS: Crossover/slash fic... and, given the style of AB books, there will probably be some degree of bloodplay or furry-fun, or just plain ol' bdsm, in the future.
NOTES: This is a crossover between the Anita Blake and Harry Potter universes. I had an idea while watching the fourth HP film, and my muse was chipping away at it for a few days. Now, I can't stop writing it. Hopefully, it's not too farfetched!
parts 1 & 2 here
Anita was flanked by Nathaniel and another wereleopard named Micah. Harry couldn't stop admiring his catlike eyes. They were intense. Greener than Harry's eyes, and uniquely shaped.
Micah met his gaze. Harry looked away quickly, feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment for yet another time that evening.
The wereleopard laughed. "Don't worry, Harry," he said warmly. "I'm used to the attention."
Harry smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry... they're just so cool."
He smiled. "I'm glad you appreciate them."
"He's not the only one," Anita murmured, before patting his stomach. Micah kissed her temple in reply. Then, the woman turned to look at Harry and Bill. "So, what is it that I can help you with?"
Harry coughed nervously. "Okay. So... there are no necromancy laws in England."
Anita frowned. "I don't like the sound of this."
"Please hear me out," Harry insisted.
Jean-Claude nodded. "Continue, petit agneau. Do not be intimidated by ma petite. She is fierce, but---"
"Quiet, you," Anita scolded.
Jean-Claude merely smiled at her before waving Harry on, to continue his plan.
Harry sucked in a deep breath. When he felt Bill's hand on his shoulder, he relaxed and resumed speaking.
"I've researched the laws in the United States," Harry said carefully. "And I know and understand why you don't raise victims of murders. It's dangerous. They just go from point A to point B, with no regard for anything in their path. And I wouldn't will that on anyone."
"But..." Anita said in a similarly careful tone.
"But," Harry echoed, before continuing. "Voldemort and his followers are strong. Sometimes I wonder if they're too strong for the Order. If I can promise to place them in the same area as the burial site for some of his victims... would you raise them? Even if they took out some of the Death Eaters, that would be a help." He saw Anita open her mouth, but he spoke up: "It would not be against the law, because we do not have laws like yours. And, the Ministry of Magic will not cry foul over a few dead Death Eaters. You'd be safe from persecution."
"I have a job... and a life," Anita pointed out. "Here... I can't just disappear for months at a time to help wage a war that isn't even mine---"
"Ma petite..."
She glared at Jean-Claude. "Well, it's true."
Bill nudged Harry. "Who are you thinking about using---" he stopped short. "Your parents? Harry, you can't be seri---"
Harry nodded. "I know they would want to help... if they could," he reasoned quietly. "I mean, they've helped me already..."
"This has nothing to do with you wanting to see your parents again?" Anita asked, eyebrow arched.
He shook his head. "N-no. Not really. I mean, I never got to meet them, so I am curious... but I know they'd just be zombies. Besides, their spirits have visited me and I know what they're like. I need an edge over Voldemort. And they've always looked out for me. I know they wouldn't mind having their bodies used this way."
Anita nodded slowly. "You'll have to give me some time to think about this," she said firmly. "Not years or months. Just some time."
Harry nodded quickly. "Sure. Yeah. No problem. Even if you could just teach me how to fight zombies better---"
"Can you stay in town for a few weeks?" she asked.
He nodded again. "Yeah."
Bill smiled. "You mind me crashing at your flat, Harry?"
Harry smiled back at Bill. "Not one bit."
"Brilliant. I'll have to send word to Mum... is there a Floo network here?"
Harry shrugged. "Dunno. Don't think we want to go through official channels, though," he reasoned. "Especially if Voldemort still has spies in the Ministry."
"True. Good point. Well, the clock should let her know I'm safe here."
Harry nodded. Jean-Claude checked his watch and then said, "Asher and Jason are here early." He looked at Bill and Harry. "Do you require one bedroom or two?"
Harry coughed. Bill actually blushed. "Harry and I aren't... together," he said, fighting a chuckle. "I'm married, and he's... he's my younger brother's friend."
"Is that all?" Jean-Claude asked, a teasing smile on his lips. "He is still a fine specimen of a man."
Harry took his turn to blush, again. "Um... thanks."
"Asher would enjoy you."
When his cheeks burned even more, Harry guessed his face was a colour that would match Gryffindor crimson.
"Why don't you just ask him before his head explodes, Jean-Claude," Micah said with a smirk.
"Does Asher want to bite me?" Harry blurted out.
Jean-Claude smiled. "I'm sure he'd like to sample your blood, if you wouldn't mind offering your neck."
Bill stiffened. "I don't know about..."
Harry put his hand out to stop Bill. He felt much calmer than he knew he should be. "It'll be fine. I mean, we're staying here today, to sleep... so, I don't mind taking one for the team." He looked at Jean-Claude. "Now?"
"Non," Jean-Claude replied. "He's fed for the night. But, when he wakes, he shall require a snack. Jason is my pomme de sang," he explained. "He usually feeds us both. But, I believe that Asher would enjoy sampling you tomorrow night."
Harry nodded and inhaled a ragged breath. "So far... it's alright with me."
"Jason can explain to you what happens when you are bitten by Asher," Jean-Claude said. "If you have any concerns." He paused, waited for Harry to nod, and then said, "So, two beds for our guests?"
Bill and Harry both nodded, and soon found themselves being escorted down a hall. Nathaniel was with them and he pointed out two rooms that were side by side. He told them that Jason was next to Harry, and he and Anita and Micah would be next to Bill, should they need anything.
Harry smiled at the young man. "Thanks, Nathaniel."
"No problem," the auburn-haired wereleopard said with a smile and a casual toss of his long hair. "Sleep well. There should be food in the sitting room when you wake up."
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Harry screamed at the sight of Cedric's body, at the sight of Voldemort and his band of Death Eaters. He didn't understand why he was back in that graveyard---but there he was, back in that awful place.
He struggled, but he felt as though he were stuck in the mud. Every movement was sluggish and brought pain shooting through his body. Lucius Malfoy was closing in on him, as was Voldemort. His situation did not look good.
"AVADA---"
"Harry? Harry... c'mon, wake up."
Harry blinked blearily as he reached for his glasses; he put them on and saw Bill and Jason hovering over him. The young man touched his wrist, and pointed out that his body temperature was below normal. When Bill looked down at him, Harry dissolved and started mumbling about Cedric, Voldemort and the thick, cold mud that held him down.
"Shhh," Bill whispered. "It's alright. You're not there anymore."
Harry nodded again and then rolled onto his stomach to bury his face in his pillow. "Can I be alone?" he mumbled. "It's just---"
Jason sighed. "Look, Bill, can you go into my fridge and get some food? He's got to eat something."
"What will you be doing?"
"Lycanthropes have a high body temperature," Jason explained. "He's still shivering. I can keep him warm."
"I don't---"
"Body contact isn't always about sex," Jason interupted sharply. "In most cases, with our kind, it's about warmth, healing, and comfort. Go get the food."
Bill backed down and left the room quickly. Jason chuckled quietly. "He's not an alpha wolf, is he?"
"Technically, he's not even a wolf," Harry mumbled.
Jason snorted and got under the covers next to Harry. "I'm going to pull you closer, okay? We've got to warm you up."
"I'm fine."
"Hardly. Those kinds of bad dreams suck your energy dry... you need to recharge," Jason said firmly. "You're not pack, but this is still a good way to recharge your batteries."
"I'm not a little kid, you know---"
"I know. I'm not coddling you. I'm just saying..."
Harry sighed and followed Jason's guidance. He found himself on his side, his back pressed against the other man's chest. He relaxed a bit when his teeth stopped chattering. Jason was right; he was warming up.
"Better?" Jason asked.
"Um... a little."
"Want to talk about the dream?"
Harry closed his eyes and shook his head. He heard the door open and close, and guessed Bill had returned. Hearing Bill say that he found some fruit and bottled water confirmed his suspicion.
"Want to try to eat something?"
"You're not going to let up until I do," Harry pointed out, craning his neck to look at Jason. "So, I might as well get it over with."
"Good."
Harry heard the smile in Jason's voice. He wanted to punch him; then, he curbed that impulse and eased himself into a sitting position. Bill was unpeeling a banana; when he saw that Harry was ready, he passed half of the banana over.
"We'll stay until you fall asleep," Bill said quietly. He frowned. "Ron never mentioned anything about---" he stopped short. "He doesn't know, does he?"
Harry swallowed a bite of the fruit and then shook his head. He mumbled, "No, I cast silencing charms every night before bed."
"Harry... you shouldn't have had to carry this around with you."
Harry sighed. "It only started getting worse after Dumbledore was killed," he admitted. "I... I didn't want to burden anyone... and I was so tired that I forgot to cast a charm this morning---"
"Alright," Bill murmured. "Maybe you should bunk with me, that way I can wake you up if you start thrashing about."
Harry frowned and shook his head. Bill was about to protest, but a warm, sweet energy seeped over the room. Jason groaned and closed his eyes; Harry startled and looked to Bill for guidance, finding none.
"The ardeur," Jason whispered. "It's out of control today... she's fasted for too long. Again."
Bill leaned back against the footboard. "What is it?"
"Anita inherited one of Jean-Claude's more enjoyable powers," Jason explained. "The ardeur is one of the ways he feeds---off of sexual energy, instead of blood. When he and Anita married the marks between them... she inherited the power. She uses that strength to enhance her zombie powers."
"So, she has a lot of sex?" Bill asked, sounding skeptical.
"Nah... sometimes she just needs to touch someone's skin... when she forgets to take care of it, it can be a little overwhelming."
Harry looked at Jason. "Is she alright?"
"Oh, yeah. She's probably enjoying herself," Jason said on a chuckle. He looked back at Harry. "You feeling better?"
Harry frowned. "A little."
"Want us to stay until you fall asleep?" Bill asked.
"I sound like a first year," Harry muttered.
"Nah... it's alright," Bill assured him. "Lie back. Go to sleep."
Jason smiled. "Tonight, you're going to be a snack," he reminded Harry. "You need your rest."
"Was it stupid to offer?"
"God, no. And if Asher rolls your mind, you won't regret it one little bit," Jason said with a wide grin. Harry blushed; Jason laughed. "It's like sex... without sex... which makes it even better."
Harry blushed. He never had sex before; he knew that Ginny had because they talked about it a few times. She said it felt okay; however, the way Jason talked about sex made it seem much better than Ginny's experiences has told her it was.
"So... I'll be Asher's snack?"
Jason nodded. "Probably. Don't worry... you'll enjoy it." He smiled. "Go to sleep, Harry. Sunset will come sooner than you expect."
"If he still has questions---"
Harry smiled at Bill. "No, it's alright. Really," he said, before stiffling a big yawn. "I can ask more questions later. But, right now, I think I'd be better off if I tried to sleep."
Bill smiled and nodded. "Alright. If you're sure."
"You'll stay? Just in case?"
He nodded again. "You bet. Go to sleep, Harry."
Harry set his glasses down on the bedside table and flopped down onto his stomach. He heard and felt Jason stretch out beside him; the heat radiating from his body was relaxing and comforting.
In the distance, he could feel the energy coming from down the hall, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Jason and Bill were talking softly, about werewolf laws, about the differences between England and the United States, about the world that Bill and Harry left behind.
Their quiet mumbling lulled him into drowsiness. Before he knew it, he was dreaming of being on his Firebolt and chasing after the snitch on a beautiful sunny day.
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AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
PAIRINGS: Bill/Fleur, Harry/Ginny, Harry/Bill, Harry/Jason, Anita/her many canon men, and I'm sure there will be other pairings later.
RATING: en.sea.xvii, overall
DISCLAIMERS: J. K. Rowling and Laurell K. Hamilton own all of the characters. I'm just having some fun.
WARNINGS: Crossover/slash fic... and, given the style of AB books, there will probably be some degree of bloodplay or furry-fun, or just plain ol' bdsm, in the future.
NOTES: This is a crossover between the Anita Blake and Harry Potter universes. I had an idea while watching the fourth HP film, and my muse was chipping away at it for a few days. Now, I can't stop writing it. Hopefully, it's not too farfetched!
parts 1 & 2 here
Anita was flanked by Nathaniel and another wereleopard named Micah. Harry couldn't stop admiring his catlike eyes. They were intense. Greener than Harry's eyes, and uniquely shaped.
Micah met his gaze. Harry looked away quickly, feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment for yet another time that evening.
The wereleopard laughed. "Don't worry, Harry," he said warmly. "I'm used to the attention."
Harry smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry... they're just so cool."
He smiled. "I'm glad you appreciate them."
"He's not the only one," Anita murmured, before patting his stomach. Micah kissed her temple in reply. Then, the woman turned to look at Harry and Bill. "So, what is it that I can help you with?"
Harry coughed nervously. "Okay. So... there are no necromancy laws in England."
Anita frowned. "I don't like the sound of this."
"Please hear me out," Harry insisted.
Jean-Claude nodded. "Continue, petit agneau. Do not be intimidated by ma petite. She is fierce, but---"
"Quiet, you," Anita scolded.
Jean-Claude merely smiled at her before waving Harry on, to continue his plan.
Harry sucked in a deep breath. When he felt Bill's hand on his shoulder, he relaxed and resumed speaking.
"I've researched the laws in the United States," Harry said carefully. "And I know and understand why you don't raise victims of murders. It's dangerous. They just go from point A to point B, with no regard for anything in their path. And I wouldn't will that on anyone."
"But..." Anita said in a similarly careful tone.
"But," Harry echoed, before continuing. "Voldemort and his followers are strong. Sometimes I wonder if they're too strong for the Order. If I can promise to place them in the same area as the burial site for some of his victims... would you raise them? Even if they took out some of the Death Eaters, that would be a help." He saw Anita open her mouth, but he spoke up: "It would not be against the law, because we do not have laws like yours. And, the Ministry of Magic will not cry foul over a few dead Death Eaters. You'd be safe from persecution."
"I have a job... and a life," Anita pointed out. "Here... I can't just disappear for months at a time to help wage a war that isn't even mine---"
"Ma petite..."
She glared at Jean-Claude. "Well, it's true."
Bill nudged Harry. "Who are you thinking about using---" he stopped short. "Your parents? Harry, you can't be seri---"
Harry nodded. "I know they would want to help... if they could," he reasoned quietly. "I mean, they've helped me already..."
"This has nothing to do with you wanting to see your parents again?" Anita asked, eyebrow arched.
He shook his head. "N-no. Not really. I mean, I never got to meet them, so I am curious... but I know they'd just be zombies. Besides, their spirits have visited me and I know what they're like. I need an edge over Voldemort. And they've always looked out for me. I know they wouldn't mind having their bodies used this way."
Anita nodded slowly. "You'll have to give me some time to think about this," she said firmly. "Not years or months. Just some time."
Harry nodded quickly. "Sure. Yeah. No problem. Even if you could just teach me how to fight zombies better---"
"Can you stay in town for a few weeks?" she asked.
He nodded again. "Yeah."
Bill smiled. "You mind me crashing at your flat, Harry?"
Harry smiled back at Bill. "Not one bit."
"Brilliant. I'll have to send word to Mum... is there a Floo network here?"
Harry shrugged. "Dunno. Don't think we want to go through official channels, though," he reasoned. "Especially if Voldemort still has spies in the Ministry."
"True. Good point. Well, the clock should let her know I'm safe here."
Harry nodded. Jean-Claude checked his watch and then said, "Asher and Jason are here early." He looked at Bill and Harry. "Do you require one bedroom or two?"
Harry coughed. Bill actually blushed. "Harry and I aren't... together," he said, fighting a chuckle. "I'm married, and he's... he's my younger brother's friend."
"Is that all?" Jean-Claude asked, a teasing smile on his lips. "He is still a fine specimen of a man."
Harry took his turn to blush, again. "Um... thanks."
"Asher would enjoy you."
When his cheeks burned even more, Harry guessed his face was a colour that would match Gryffindor crimson.
"Why don't you just ask him before his head explodes, Jean-Claude," Micah said with a smirk.
"Does Asher want to bite me?" Harry blurted out.
Jean-Claude smiled. "I'm sure he'd like to sample your blood, if you wouldn't mind offering your neck."
Bill stiffened. "I don't know about..."
Harry put his hand out to stop Bill. He felt much calmer than he knew he should be. "It'll be fine. I mean, we're staying here today, to sleep... so, I don't mind taking one for the team." He looked at Jean-Claude. "Now?"
"Non," Jean-Claude replied. "He's fed for the night. But, when he wakes, he shall require a snack. Jason is my pomme de sang," he explained. "He usually feeds us both. But, I believe that Asher would enjoy sampling you tomorrow night."
Harry nodded and inhaled a ragged breath. "So far... it's alright with me."
"Jason can explain to you what happens when you are bitten by Asher," Jean-Claude said. "If you have any concerns." He paused, waited for Harry to nod, and then said, "So, two beds for our guests?"
Bill and Harry both nodded, and soon found themselves being escorted down a hall. Nathaniel was with them and he pointed out two rooms that were side by side. He told them that Jason was next to Harry, and he and Anita and Micah would be next to Bill, should they need anything.
Harry smiled at the young man. "Thanks, Nathaniel."
"No problem," the auburn-haired wereleopard said with a smile and a casual toss of his long hair. "Sleep well. There should be food in the sitting room when you wake up."
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Harry screamed at the sight of Cedric's body, at the sight of Voldemort and his band of Death Eaters. He didn't understand why he was back in that graveyard---but there he was, back in that awful place.
He struggled, but he felt as though he were stuck in the mud. Every movement was sluggish and brought pain shooting through his body. Lucius Malfoy was closing in on him, as was Voldemort. His situation did not look good.
"AVADA---"
"Harry? Harry... c'mon, wake up."
Harry blinked blearily as he reached for his glasses; he put them on and saw Bill and Jason hovering over him. The young man touched his wrist, and pointed out that his body temperature was below normal. When Bill looked down at him, Harry dissolved and started mumbling about Cedric, Voldemort and the thick, cold mud that held him down.
"Shhh," Bill whispered. "It's alright. You're not there anymore."
Harry nodded again and then rolled onto his stomach to bury his face in his pillow. "Can I be alone?" he mumbled. "It's just---"
Jason sighed. "Look, Bill, can you go into my fridge and get some food? He's got to eat something."
"What will you be doing?"
"Lycanthropes have a high body temperature," Jason explained. "He's still shivering. I can keep him warm."
"I don't---"
"Body contact isn't always about sex," Jason interupted sharply. "In most cases, with our kind, it's about warmth, healing, and comfort. Go get the food."
Bill backed down and left the room quickly. Jason chuckled quietly. "He's not an alpha wolf, is he?"
"Technically, he's not even a wolf," Harry mumbled.
Jason snorted and got under the covers next to Harry. "I'm going to pull you closer, okay? We've got to warm you up."
"I'm fine."
"Hardly. Those kinds of bad dreams suck your energy dry... you need to recharge," Jason said firmly. "You're not pack, but this is still a good way to recharge your batteries."
"I'm not a little kid, you know---"
"I know. I'm not coddling you. I'm just saying..."
Harry sighed and followed Jason's guidance. He found himself on his side, his back pressed against the other man's chest. He relaxed a bit when his teeth stopped chattering. Jason was right; he was warming up.
"Better?" Jason asked.
"Um... a little."
"Want to talk about the dream?"
Harry closed his eyes and shook his head. He heard the door open and close, and guessed Bill had returned. Hearing Bill say that he found some fruit and bottled water confirmed his suspicion.
"Want to try to eat something?"
"You're not going to let up until I do," Harry pointed out, craning his neck to look at Jason. "So, I might as well get it over with."
"Good."
Harry heard the smile in Jason's voice. He wanted to punch him; then, he curbed that impulse and eased himself into a sitting position. Bill was unpeeling a banana; when he saw that Harry was ready, he passed half of the banana over.
"We'll stay until you fall asleep," Bill said quietly. He frowned. "Ron never mentioned anything about---" he stopped short. "He doesn't know, does he?"
Harry swallowed a bite of the fruit and then shook his head. He mumbled, "No, I cast silencing charms every night before bed."
"Harry... you shouldn't have had to carry this around with you."
Harry sighed. "It only started getting worse after Dumbledore was killed," he admitted. "I... I didn't want to burden anyone... and I was so tired that I forgot to cast a charm this morning---"
"Alright," Bill murmured. "Maybe you should bunk with me, that way I can wake you up if you start thrashing about."
Harry frowned and shook his head. Bill was about to protest, but a warm, sweet energy seeped over the room. Jason groaned and closed his eyes; Harry startled and looked to Bill for guidance, finding none.
"The ardeur," Jason whispered. "It's out of control today... she's fasted for too long. Again."
Bill leaned back against the footboard. "What is it?"
"Anita inherited one of Jean-Claude's more enjoyable powers," Jason explained. "The ardeur is one of the ways he feeds---off of sexual energy, instead of blood. When he and Anita married the marks between them... she inherited the power. She uses that strength to enhance her zombie powers."
"So, she has a lot of sex?" Bill asked, sounding skeptical.
"Nah... sometimes she just needs to touch someone's skin... when she forgets to take care of it, it can be a little overwhelming."
Harry looked at Jason. "Is she alright?"
"Oh, yeah. She's probably enjoying herself," Jason said on a chuckle. He looked back at Harry. "You feeling better?"
Harry frowned. "A little."
"Want us to stay until you fall asleep?" Bill asked.
"I sound like a first year," Harry muttered.
"Nah... it's alright," Bill assured him. "Lie back. Go to sleep."
Jason smiled. "Tonight, you're going to be a snack," he reminded Harry. "You need your rest."
"Was it stupid to offer?"
"God, no. And if Asher rolls your mind, you won't regret it one little bit," Jason said with a wide grin. Harry blushed; Jason laughed. "It's like sex... without sex... which makes it even better."
Harry blushed. He never had sex before; he knew that Ginny had because they talked about it a few times. She said it felt okay; however, the way Jason talked about sex made it seem much better than Ginny's experiences has told her it was.
"So... I'll be Asher's snack?"
Jason nodded. "Probably. Don't worry... you'll enjoy it." He smiled. "Go to sleep, Harry. Sunset will come sooner than you expect."
"If he still has questions---"
Harry smiled at Bill. "No, it's alright. Really," he said, before stiffling a big yawn. "I can ask more questions later. But, right now, I think I'd be better off if I tried to sleep."
Bill smiled and nodded. "Alright. If you're sure."
"You'll stay? Just in case?"
He nodded again. "You bet. Go to sleep, Harry."
Harry set his glasses down on the bedside table and flopped down onto his stomach. He heard and felt Jason stretch out beside him; the heat radiating from his body was relaxing and comforting.
In the distance, he could feel the energy coming from down the hall, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Jason and Bill were talking softly, about werewolf laws, about the differences between England and the United States, about the world that Bill and Harry left behind.
Their quiet mumbling lulled him into drowsiness. Before he knew it, he was dreaming of being on his Firebolt and chasing after the snitch on a beautiful sunny day.
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