Cross posting! (sorry, I'm REAAAAALLY tired soo have nothing else to say.)

Title: Dry My Tears (Harry Potter x Anita Blake crossover)

Pairings: Harry/Voldemort, Draco/Jason, Anita/all her usuals as of Incubus Dreams
Rating: R (maybe NC-17 later)

Disclaimer:This story is based on characters and situations created and owned byJK Rowling, Laurell K. Hamilton and other publishers, no money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: Non-con, Ardeur, Voldemort, violence

Summary: (Crossover fic: Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake universe) Voldemort’sturned into sexy vampire, (Oooo!) Harry gets captured, (Oh Noes!) Chaos ensues (Aaah!) Contains: kitties, guns, Anita (+ gang), sex, biting, and a profusion of swearing. Enjoy!
Setting: 7th year following HP cannon till end of GoF, AB cannon till end of Incubus Dreams

A/N: Okay so, I finished this a lot faster than I thought I would, (mostly because it's becoming a poorly disguised procrastination tool so that I don't have to work on other fics or ASSIGNMENTS!) hope ya'll enjoy. There will be more action in next chapter.

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Chapter Two


He wasn’t on stone anymore.

This was Harry’s first thought as he began to wake again. He could still feel the firm grip of the metal manacles around his wrists, but the surface he rested on was soft, warm, almost more like a -- bed.

Harry’s eyes snapped open before he could stop them and he discovered that he was in a gigantic, opulent bedroom.

The room was circular, with huge windows inset into the walls every few feet, covered with deep purple curtains. Every piece of furniture, the paintings, the rugs, the mantle above a giant-sized fireplace, was rich, lavish and sumptuous in its grandeur. The bed Harry was resting in was huge, four posted, with an expensive looking pure white quilt, framed by crimson silk sheets.

Harry couldn’t decide whether he should feel like he was stuck in paradise or a nightmare.

He tried to sit up, but found that he didn’t have the strength, as waves of tiredness and vague echoes of pleasure made his muscles relax and refuse to cooperate.

“Damn, this is so not good,” he whispered.

Across the room were a set of elaborately carved doors which suddenly slammed open as Lucius Malfoy walked into the room.

“Potter, good of you to return to us. Not as though any of us have better things to do than wait around for your misbegotten hide to wake up.”

Harry blinked, “Well, sorry to inconvenience you, Lucius. Where are my manners? Next time I get assaulted by a vampire I’ll make an effort to regain consciousness sooner,” he snapped.

Lucius raised one eyebrow and gave Harry a long look that made Harry blush and want to sink into the mattress; he had been trying not to think about the details of the night before but Lucius’ almost-smile made the memory of Harry’s shame all too real.

“I doubt that will be a problem from now on, Potter.” Lucius said coldly.

“What do you mean?” Harry tried to sit up again. Surely they wouldn’t bother to keep him alive this long just to kill him now?

Lucius let out a long-suffering sigh, “By order of my master, the Re-Forged Dark Lord, you, Harry Potter, in an attempt to create a perfect pomme de sang for said master, are to be exposed to the Lycanthropy virus.” He spoke as if reading from a formal decree of some sort.

“I’m a-what?”

Lucius glowered, “We are turning you into a were-leopard, Potter.”

“WHAT!?” This time Harry really tried to get up, but that heavy languor overwhelmed him again and he helplessly flopped back onto the bed, moaning and pressing his hands to his face in despair.

Lucius snorted and turned away, speaking to someone who was obviously just outside of the room, “Bring in the leopard,” he ordered.

Despite his growing horror, Harry couldn’t resist looking over to the door where a tall man that looked to be in his late thirties was entering the room, proud and naked. The man turned and spoke to Lucius, “You make sure your master knows that he owes me one for this, again, Malfoy. Deliberately infecting a minor is seriously frowned upon these days, even by some of the council; I’m not risking my neck for nothing.”

“Don’t worry Antoine, your sacrifice will not be passed over,” Lucius snarled.

The man, Antoine, glared at Lucius for a moment, then shrugged, turning to Harry, grinning to reveal pointed teeth.

“Ah yes, weak and trembling, my favourite prey,” he said. Harry flinched. Antoine moved forward, “I can smell your fear from here, little one. But don’t worry those pretty eyes overmuch; your master has ordered you... chewed, but not consumed.” He let out a bark of laughter.

Harry didn’t really think that was terribly funny, but was helpless to do anything but stare as the man dropped to his hands and knees, letting out a strange roaring noise as his body spasmed and began tearing itself apart right in front of Harry’s eyes.

It had only come to light in the last three years that the Lycanthropy virus was not what the wizarding world had always assumed it to be. Reports from both North and South America, as well as several of the east-Asian countries spoke of law-abiding groups of were-animals that lived in perfect harmony with both their human and their beastly side. Both Muggles and wizards alike had recently learnt that were-animals, when given the right training and a healthy group of people similar to themselves to live with, were perfectly capable of controlling their inner wild animal and could live fairly normally.

To say it had been a shock was an understatement. The Were-Animal Rights groups were still having shouting matches regularly at the Ministry while various laws got changed, made and re-worked.

The man/beast on the floor gave a final shudder then stood, appearing before them as a stunning silver-pale yellow leopard, his grey eyes still fixed on Harry.

Harry gave a small gasp and pushed himself further towards the headboard, his mind was buzzing and he managed to think This is just so totally unfair! before the beast snarled and leapt onto the bed, its claws and teeth descending to his body...

...After that, Harry’s thoughts were simply blurs. He thought he screamed for a while, but time stopped mattering once blood started pouring everywhere and pain wracked his every movement. The man... Antoine, probably left fairly soon after he attacked Harry but he didn’t remember it. He heard Lucius saying something but even that was confusing to Harry’s disorientated mind.

“Give him .... potion .......... ....Moon tomorrow, he’ll sleep ................ potion will help ..... accept the transformation.”

However, in a random moment of lucidity Harry overheard one statement that filled him with lingering terror all through the following hours of pain and nightmares, “Keep an eye on him, the last thing we need is for him to die now that the Dark Lord has become infatuated with him...”


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While dreaming, many things passed through Harry’s mind. Sights, smells, thoughts. Somewhere brief flashes of screaming, of bones breaking and re-forming, wild scents and inhuman passions flowed through him.

A cold, dark power slid into his mind, claimed him, owned him, marked him. Breathing though him like a lover’s whisper, it commanded him, sent him out into the night with a familiar shadow running with him, bought him home feeling the thrill of blood in his mouth, curled around him with gentle laughter then sent him gently back into stated slumber.

Harry woke.

He gasped and he launched out of vague and confused dreams. He was still in the circular room, blinking in the harsh noon-day sunlight.

He felt... different... Very, very different...

“Morning, Potter.”

Harry started with a small yelp, looking up to see a frighteningly familiar figure leaning on the doorframe. “Malfoy?”

Draco laughed, “Nice to see you too.”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Taking part in the Dark Lord’s Evil Plan, what does it look like?” Draco kicked the door shut with his heel and sauntered over to the bed.

Harry glared, “I never thought you could really be that stupid, Malfoy.”

Annoyance flashed over Malfoy’s face, “Oh no no, you better get off your fucking Gryffindor Pedestal of Righteousness right now, Potter, I have as much choice about being here as you do. So you can wipe that smug look off your face unless you want me to do it for you!” Draco snarled. He and looked away, breathing heavily, “Sheesh, that’s what a get for trying to be nice to a Gryffindor.” He muttered under his breath.

Harry gaped for a few moments, stunned by the outburst.

Okay... Malfoy is... righteously angry in this feature? “So then,” he tried again hesitantly, “Why- Uh, what...”

Draco turned his glare back to Harry, “What could they possibly want from little old me?”

“Uh...” Harry wondered if there was a correct response to that, “Yeah?”

Malfoy hmphed and plopped down onto the bed, “I was an experiment.”

Something was tickling at Harry’s senses, a faint smell that his brain couldn’t figure out how to identify. “Do I want to know?” He asked warily.

Draco snorted, “Who gives a shit what you want?”

Harry opened his mouth to reply but Malfoy waved his hand to stop him, “Sorry, habit.”

Harry stared. Did Draco Malfoy just apologise to me?

“Anyway, the story is that our Great Grand Master decided to venture into the world of vampires and all such scary things. Turns out that vampires have the most ridiculously over-blown sets of rules and politics,” he smirked, “Yes, it is possible for something to be worse that the Ministry; anyway, they have all these roles and things that each Master vampire is allowed to fill with his people. These roles become vital when having meetings between other vampires.”

“What’s a master vampire?” Harry interrupted, feeling rather overwhelmed.

“What it sounds like. Through some form of natural selection, when someone becomes a vampire or a lycanthrope, you get varying levels of dominance and power, a master vampire is a vampire with natural abilities that make them more powerful than lesser vamps and gives them controlling powers and stuff.”

“Oh,” Still confused here, Harry blinked a bit and tried to sort everything out, “So you were talking about roles?”

“Yeah,” Draco nodded, “A master vampire is allowed several things, he can have a second, third and fourth vampire in his kiss. Those are the official titles, after that there is usually still a clear chain of dominance amongst the rest of his vampires, but not with official status. After that he or she is allowed a human servant.” Seeing Harry’s confusion Malfoy elaborated, “A non-vampire that is bound to the vampire with marks that give the human added supernatural abilities. This is mostly so that the vamp has protection during the day.”

“Okay... I feel an and?”

“Yeah, next comes the vamp’s animal to call. This has two meanings. Most, but not all vampires have a type of animal that they can summon and control. Usually this animal is a type of lycanthrope but not always. Whatever animal type they can summon is called their animal to call. Within this, there is another meaning, a master vampire also has the power to bind one of his animals - if they’re a lycanthrope - to him in the same way he binds a human servant. This is usually an alpha of some sort and is officially termed as the vampire’s animal to call as well.” Malfoy looked at Harry appraisingly, “You following?”

Harry blinked, “I think so.”

Malfoy smirked, “So anyway, the Dark Lord decided to try out a few things. He made my father a vampire too, Lucius is his Second.”

“What? But he was in here before when the sun was up!”

“Yeah I know, both the Dark Lord and my father are powerful enough not to be confined to their coffins by day and the castle here has spells that prevent the sunlight coming through the windows from being harmful.” Draco shrugged, “Voldemort doesn’t really want this whole vampire thing to be seen as a weakness by anyone, he’s gone to considerable effort to hide it from the Order altogether.”

Which would explain why I didn’t hear about it, Harry shifted on the bed and tried to ignore the tingling that was moving back and forth over his skin. “But you still haven’t explained about you,” he said.

Draco smiled crookedly, “Well, being somewhat unconventional, Voldemort did two things to me. One, he made me into his human servant-”

Harry gasped and drew back slightly.

Malfoy glared at him without flinching, “And two, he turned me into a lycanthrope.”

Harry gaped and said the first thing that popped into his brain, “He can do that?”

Malfoy shrugged, “I don’t know, he might have cheated with magic, I was a bit distracted at the time so I didn’t ask.”

“Why would he do that to you?”

Draco put his hands on his hips and glared, “What?! You don’t think I’m good enough for a master vampire?”

Harry panicked, waving his hands in front of his face, “No, no! That’s not what I meant- I just-”

“Oh give up, Potter, that’s exactly what you meant!” Malfoy’s glare lost some of its intensity, “But, to be honest, I think it was probably more the novelty of it that anything else.” He sighed, “Although he has changed a lot since before he was turned. I think the type of vampire he is has done that... he’s a lot more... sensual, than he used to be.”

“You noticed that, did you,” Harry muttered, turning away to hide his embarrassment.

Malfoy’s voice was as snide as ever, “I can smell you blushing, Potter”

Harry wanted to sink into the floor; he had been trying, really, really hard not to think about that night when he and Voldemort had their... encounter.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Potter,” Malfoy’s voce was softer now, “There’s no point, you can’t fight him, no mortal can. There was nothing you could have done.”

Harry really wanted to change the subject, he looked back at Malfoy, hoping he would ignore Harry’s still-red cheeks, “So, what kind of animal are you then?”

Draco looked at him seriously, “Same as you, Harry, I’m a Snow Leopard.”



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