Title: A Family Forgotten
Author: Dreamwind
Rating: R to NC-17

Status: WIP
Relationship: Harry/Jamil/Snape
Characters:Harry Potter, Charlotte Zeeman, Daniel Zeeman, Richard Zeeman, Jamil, ShangDa
Word count: 4086
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter or Anita Blake Vampire Hunter books & movies. All rights and profits are property of J.K. Rowling, the Warner Brothers Studio and Laurell K Hamilton.
Genre: Horror/Suspense, Drama, Fantasy, Romance, Action/Adventure
Tropes: powerful!Harry, creature!Harry
Warnings: slight Anita bashing, AU, M/M, slash, threesome, angst, violence, language

Universe/Series: Harry Potter Novels/Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Novels

Timeline: Post DH for Harry Potter, minus the Epilogue; Before & during Blue Moon for ABVH series
Additional Pairings: Anita/Jean-Claude, Anita/Richard
Summary: [HP/ABVH Crossover] The war is finally over and Harry finally thinks he's free. But with power that wasn't his comes many problems including the revealing of family that he never knew he had. How can he deal with new family, vampires, necromancers, were's and of course the truth about Snape and the night on the astronomy tower.

Chapter 2

June 29, 1998; Westard Law Offices

Charlotte Zeeman considered herself a strong, well-balanced woman who didn't get shook up by trivial things. This however was not a trivial thing. Family was never trivial.

"Mrs. Zeeman?"

Charlotte focused again on the man sitting behind the large mahogany desk. He looked to be around 90 perhaps a little older. His tan skin was wrinkled but he didn't manage to look like a prune, in fact the wrinkles showed just how kind a man he was. They were deepest around his eyes and mouth, revealing a personality that was prone to smiling and laughing. His short cropped hair was almost pure white making his twinkling blue eyes all the brighter. He looked so much older than he had when she had seen him at her father's funeral.

"Sorry, I was just a little shocked is all."

"Quiet alright. Would you like me to continue then?"

"Yes, please do."

"Of course." The lawyer, a Mr. Alphered Westard, shuffled the papers around a bit more until he found the one he wanted. "Here we go. We received this letter approximately two days ago." Mr. Westard handed the letter to her. "It is from a Mr. Macleod who works for the British Ministry's Department of Family and Bloodline Services. Which apparently was created about four hundred years ago to trace back family bloodlines to help prevent inbreeding amongst the nobles."

Charlotte nodded, remembering from high school history just how often the old nobility of Europe used to intermarry.

"Mr. Macleod found a record which has been regularly updated and as he was going through it he found that besides the family heir, a young Mr. Harry Potter, you and your boys are some of the last descendants of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. Now that might not mean a whole lot to many of the remaining nobles in Britain, but it might mean something to you."

"I really have no interest in becoming some fancy blue blood, Mr. Westard."

"I'm sure you don't, Mrs. Zeeman. That is not why we were contacted nor is it why you are in this office."

Charlotte could feel the vein in her forehead begin to throb. "Then why am I here, Mr. Westard?"

"You are here Mrs. Zeeman because the young man I mentioned, Harry Potter, has recently reached adulthood and learned about his father's family from Mr. Macleod. Until now he was under the impression that his mother's sister and her family were the only family he had left and from what I have gathered, his maternal family did not care properly for the boy, although there are no reports of abuse from what I could find. Mr. Macleod has let me know that Mr. Potter's friends have long suspected that his relatives, at a minimum, verbally abused him and may have been withholding food. They have also advised they had seen bars on his bedroom window and numerous locks on the outside of his bedroom door, even a doggie door cut into it."

Charlotte could feel her jaw drop. Someone responsible for the safety and well being of a child of her family had possibly been abusing them! It was unthinkable!

"Mr. Potter has contacted me as well to see if I could speak with you and your family about allowing him to visit you. Mr. Potter has advised me that he is planning to move to the states for a while and he would like to live near to family if possible, although he hasn't as of yet located a house for himself. As such we were contacted in the hopes that you or one of your boys would be willing to take Harry in for a short while until he could either acquire his own place or until he could find a hotel to stay in."

"Of course. You may tell my nephew Harry that he will be welcome in my home for as long as he likes. I'm sure he will get along just fine with my boys."

~*~*~*~*August 2, 1998 Gordic's Hollow, England *~*~*~*~

While most of his parent's home was still standing it was scarred with deep black scorches, splinters of shattered furniture, broken vases, cracked frames and many other reminders of the battle that had taken place here almost nineteen years ago.

While his parents had not stayed around as ghosts, he could still feel their presence here in the choice of color, the books and even the few broken remains of a small golden snitch. It was a sad place and nearly had the feeling of a tomb to it. No one had stepped foot in here until he had during that long quest to destroy the Horocrux that Voldemort had left behind.

He wasn't sure why he stayed here when it only seemed to remind him of what he'd lost and left his heart feeling as if it was clenched in a vise. He could certainly join Kreacher back at Number 12. The old elf would love that. He was constantly complaining to Harry that he didn't have enough work to do while Harry was hiding in the dirty ruins of his parent's home.

"Hoot. Hoot."

Harry turned, looking to where the small gray owl had landed. It wasn't his owl nor was it Ron's. The owl hooted urgently again and shoved it's leg in his direction. Harry reached out and took the proffered letter from the owl's leg.

Mr. H. Potter,

I have recently received your letter and spoken to the daughter of my former client, Mr. Harley Potter. As she and her sons are your blood relatives, I have informed them of your request. Mrs. Zeeman welcomes you and wishes you to stay with them in their home while you are in the country. She and her family are eagerly awaiting your arrival. I have enclosed a plane ticket to St. Louis leaving on the 5th of this month. Please do not feel as if you are obligated to my clients in any way.

Sincerely,

Mr. Alphered Westard

Harry smiled and folded the letter back up, sticking it in his pocket. Eldwyn had done a great deal of research on Charlotte Zeeman and her family in order to make sure that Harry wouldn't be jumping from the frying pan into the fire.

From what Eldwyn had discovered, the family was so squeaky clean it made his teeth hurt. There was only one ticket amongst the lot of them and that only happened when the oldest son's wife went into labor and the man panicked, speeding all the way to the hospital. Besides that and the werewolf school teacher, the family was so very different from the Dursley's that it made Harry a bit nervous.

What if Eldwyn had missed something . . . But what if he hadn't? So many 'what if's' it made Harry's head spin but he couldn't hide here in these ruins all summer. And all things considered, he really did want to go to St. Louis and meet his Aunt Charlotte and her family.

~*~*~*~*August 5th, 1998; London Heathrow Airport*~*~*~*~

After three hours sitting on a rather uncomfortable, leather, sling-backed chair in a large room about the size of Hogwarts ground floor, surrounded by hundreds of loud, obnoxious people jabbering away at each other, their conversations broken occasionally by the static voice calling for people to begin boarding, Harry felt as if he finally understood what drove people into homicidal rages.

Maybe he should have let Bill get him set up with a portkey to the wizarding section of the St. Louis airport. 'It's too late for that now.' Harry ran his hands through his hair. 'Bugger it. Next time I am definitely using an international portkey.'

It was Harry's first time at an airport and would be his first time on a plane as well. That had been his main reason for deciding not to use the offered portkey. It had nothing to do with the instincts of fear that portkeys now instilled in him...nope, no fear of portkeys . . . note the sarcasm?

The only thing he had originally been frustrated with was how long the flight would be and worried about becoming bored to death. Fortunately, he had wonderful friends who had pitched in to make sure that wouldn't happen.

Bill and Charlie had put charms over all his books so that any muggles looking at them would see normal school texts. 'Quite handy, really. 'Mionie would have thought of it too.' The thought brought a sharp sting of pain to his heart that he quickly pushed away. He had grieved for his lost loved ones once, he wouldn't now. It would dishonor them and he knew, better than anyone, that he would see them again one day.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had given him several blank journals that he could write in that they had Bill charm so that only he could add to them or read in them. The Granger's had given Harry several of Hermione's old paperbacks, many photos of her with Ron and himself, as well as her diskman and several CDs.

Professor McGonagall had given him a photo album that already had several pages of pictures of him and his friends, along with several of his teachers, all obviously taken without any of their knowledge. Probably by Colin.

Hagrid's gift was one that might not get used as he intended. His rock cakes really lived up to their names and would be a suitable weapon if needed. 'It's pretty sad that I can figure out how food stuffs and anything else in my bag, could be used as an improvised weapon.'

Currently Hedwig was in a plastic carrier waiting to be loaded on the plane they were to take to St. Louis. Harry wasn't sure which of them were going to have it worse on the flight but he was sure Hedwig would let her displeasure be known once she was out of the owl carrier.

The baby in the arms of the woman three seats to his left began to scream bloody murder again and Harry had the sudden overwhelming urge to cast a Silencio on it. The cargo hold was starting to look pretty good if he was going to have to deal with that baby and all these other people for the next several hours.

~*~*~*~*~Same time; St Louis~*~*~*~*~

Daniel stood safely off to the side of the room, watching his mother running about the small room in a sort of quiet panic. She had been acting this way ever since the date of Harry Potter's arrival had been finalized.

She had been going non-stop trying to make Richard's old room seem a bit more welcoming and less like the preserved space of a grown up son that it had been. Daniel had been roped into helping paint the room in a warm shade of yellow, while his sister and oldest brother's wife had been sent to get new bedding. Apparently it wasn't safe to send their father or any of the boys in his mother's mind, after all only God knew what they would come back with.

The new sheets were a shade of warm gold, much like the walls. The blanket and pillow shams were all a rich shade of burgundy with golden leaf patterns running down the center and golden stripes around the sides. New curtains in the same red were quickly bought and hung as well. All-in-all the room looked nothing like it had before. Hopefully this Harry Potter would appreciate all the trouble Daniel and his family had gone through to try to make the boy's stay all the more comfortable and inviting.

His mother had even gone so far as to call Richard back from Tennessee long enough to at least spend one day with their new cousin before she would let him head back. Daniel wasn't really sure what she hoped to accomplish by doing that. If Harry was going to be moving to St Louis, he would have more than enough time to meet Richard without needing to interrupt Richard while he was still trying to pretend breaking up with Anita hadn't completely broken his heart.

Daniel really hoped this wasn't all going to end balls up. He wanted to think that everything would be fine, the kid wouldn't be as much damaged goods as his mother had hinted at. Like her, Daniel couldn't understand how anyone could abuse a child in their care and he didn't like to think that what his mother had been circling around the last few days could have happened to someone in his family, even if they were only distantly related.

If it was true...Daniel wasn't sure what they would do. Richard among all his brothers was likely to be the most overly protective and not just because of the animal instincts his brother seemed to be constantly fighting. He worked with kids and so his brother always seemed to be hyper aware of what was going on with them.

*~*~*~*~Aboard the flight from London~*~*~*~*

The flight had been almost as bad as he had thought it would be. While there hadn't been any crying babies, and the movie had been decent, he had been seated next to an older woman who just couldn't stop talking about her newest grandchild.

While it hadn't been that bad at the beginning Harry, had realized, belatedly, he had made a mistake in answering her. She had taken his responses, non-committal as they were, as his enjoyment of her conversation and had talked for three hours before she had been distracted by the lunch that was brought to them.

Fortunately for Harry, the lunch seemed to make the lady sleepy and she had spent most of the last few hours of the flight sleeping. Which meant he was able to take a nap as well. 'Here's hoping Mr. Granger's advice on sleeping through the flight will help me get used to St Louis time.'

Harry tried to lean back into a more comfortable position. The process was foiled by the 10 year old in the seat behind him who decided to kick the back of his seat until it was fully vertical again. Harry sighed loudly and pressed his hands against his eyes. Maybe he could just curl up instead...

'I should have just taken on my feline form and shipped myself with Hedwig...'

The kid behind him violently kicked the seat again and Harry snapped. Spinning in the seat, he turned to face the boy, his eyes glowing a fierce bloody red, and growled low in his throat. The boy whimpered and slouched in his seat, eyes locked on the floor. The kid's Mother never looked up from her book.

*~*~*~*~St. Louis Airport, Several Hours Later~*~*~*~*


Harry sighed and slumped down the wall and onto the pavement outside the airport. It had been a long flight, a long day, and a long time waiting for his bags at the turnstyle. The only good thing so far about the flight was Hedwig seemed fine, a little grumpy about being caged up for so long, but happy to once more be in the open air. Although the gasoline smell probably wasn't something she was enjoying. He certainly wasn't. All he had to do now was wait for one of the Zeeman's to pick him up.

'I wonder which one will it be?'

Harry was still thinking about his new family when Hedwig began hooting madly. He blinked rapidly and quickly turned towards her making 'shushing' sounds.

"Do you really think the owl will quiet down just because you asked her to?"

Harry looked up and up and up. The man standing in front of him was tall with broad shoulders and what Harry guessed was brown hair. With the man standing so that the sun was behind him it made it hard to make out color and the details of his face. Harry had to fight the instinct to kick the man in the knees and run. 'The war is over. . . calm down.'

As if to spite the man, Hedwig went quiet and began grooming her feathers. Her eyes however, didn't leave the man.

The man chuckled. "Well, she certainly told me." The man dropped to his knees in front of Harry and stuck out his had. "Harry Potter?" Harry nodded slowly. "I am Richard Zeeman. I came to pick you up."

Harry shook the man's hand, stood up and brushed the back of his pants off. "You wouldn't mind showing ID would you? I have never seen a photo of you before, Mr. Zeeman."

The fact that Harry asked to see ID seemed to please the man. He pulled out his wallet and Harry was glad to see the man was who he said he was. Richard Zeeman.

"Thank you, Mr. Zeeman."

"It's not a problem, Harry. And you can call me Richard."

"Of course."

Harry gathered Hedwig while Richard picked up Harry's trunk. Harry couldn't help but watch Richard with a little wonder. If Harry hadn't known the man was a werewolf he never would have guessed. 'He is very good at hiding the feel of magic that the curse leaves behind.'

Harry watched a tall African-American man step out of the car Richard was walking toward and pop the boot of the car open. The two men worked quickly and easily together and Harry had to smile watching. It was obvious that the two knew each other well and that they respected each other. Harry glanced at the trunk wondering why it was taking so long to place his one piece of luggage inside. He blinked when he realized there were several other pieces of luggage already in the back.

"I arrived about an hour before you," Richard chuckled at the look on Harry's face. "My mother didn't think I should miss your arrival and had me fly all the way back from Tennessee."

"You didn't have-"

Richard cut Harry off with a wave of his hand. "It's not a big deal. I'll head back in a couple days, no problem."

"Do you live in Tennessee?"

"No. I live here in St Louis. I'm just in Tennessee to study the Trolls they have living wild in the forested areas."

"Trolls! Really? Isn't that dangerous?"

"Not really. The ones I'm studying are pretty passive."

Harry shook his head, obviously not believing him. He had enough personal experience to know better than to just believe they couldn't be and weren't dangerous.

Richard must have noticed Harry's disbelief because he paused while opening the driver's side door. "It really isn't dangerous."

Harry looked at Richard and sighed, running hands through his already messy black hair. "You keep telling yourself that and when one decides you make good prey don't come and tell me."

"Harry, it really isn't-"

Harry cut Richard off. "I don't want to argue about it. We just met."

"Alright." Richard appeared to just brush the conversation off as he hopped into the SUV. Richard unlocked the other doors and slid back out of the front seat and popped the passenger side door at the back of the car open, moving to help Harry slide in Hedwig's animal carrier. When they were done Richard began the introductions.

"Harry, I would like to introduce you to a good friend of mine, Jamil. Jamil, this is the cousin I was telling you about, Harry Potter."

The man, Jamil, nodded at Harry and stretched his hand out. Harry nearly gasped when their hands met. Electric power surged up his arm, leaving warm tingles dancing all throughout his body, and embarrassingly down his trousers. Jamil was a werewolf. 'Maybe I should have realized he could have been one? St Louis is supposed to have a large werewolf population according to Mr. Granger.'

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jamil."

Jamil's handshake was firm. A single dark eyebrow rose on the man's face. "You as well."

Richard then turned and nodded at the tall, well dressed Asian man. "This is another friend of mine, Shang-Da."

Harry nodded a silent greeting. The man did not look like he would welcome Harry's handshake as Jamil had. Still, Harry couldn't help but assess the man. He couldn't feel the energy but Harry could tell that this man was a werewolf as well. His aura just screamed predator.

With the greetings done, Jamil moved to get in the driver's side of the car. Richard ushered Harry into the back, closing the door for him before getting into the front next to Jamil. The silent Shang-Da took the seat next to Harry. Harry tried not to let his own power leak out as he pretended not to notice the two men were positioning themselves to protect Richard from Harry. 'Very interesting.'

The drive wasn't too bad and Harry found himself staring out the window eagerly, watching the passing scenery. Everything was so different from Surrey.

"Are you hungry, Harry? We could stop and get something to eat?"

Richard was staring back at Harry from over the front seat. "I haven't got anything but British pounds, I'm afraid."

Richard chuckled, a deep rich sound. "Don't worry about that. I'll pick up the tab." When Harry got ready to protest, Richard simply shushed him as Harry had Hedwig earlier. "My mother would skin me alive if she thought I didn't feed you. It'll be a long ride to her house from here so if you don't want to eat that's fine, but I haven't had breakfast yet."

Harry shrugged and nodded leaving Jamil and Richard began discussing places to eat and Harry went back to watching the passing scenery.

*~*~*~*~Zeeman Household, Three Hours Later~*~*~*~*

"Mother, I brought you a gift!"

"Richard dear, did you pick up Harry alright?"

"Of course, Mother. I even fed him for you."

The woman that came to greet Richard reminded Harry very much of Molly Weasley. She had the same build and she exuded strength and seemed very much, from the small amount Harry had heard her say so far, as dominate in personality as Mrs. Weasley was.

Charlotte Zeeman turned and greeted Jamil before grabbing Harry and hugging until he began to turn blue. 'Oh yes, she is DEFINITELY just like Mrs. Weasley.'

"How was your flight, Harry? Did everything go okay?"

"Yes, Ma'am. The flight was alright."

"Good. Now let me take a look at you." Mrs. Zeeman held Harry out at arms length, inspecting him. "Dear, you are skinny as a rake. My boy Richard did feed you didn't he?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. You could still use some fattening up though." Charlotte gave Harry another bone crushing hug before letting him go. "Come along, Harry. I'll introduce you to my other children and then we'll get you all settled in your room. How does that sound?"

"That sounds lovely, Ma'am."

"Harry dear, you're family. You don't have to keep calling me 'Ma'am.' You can call me Auntie if you'd like."

'Family. She wants me to be family.' Harry smiled.

TBC…

AN: I will not tell the parts in St. Louis from Anita's view. I get so bored with how any crossovers always use that view. Think outside the box people, just 'cause the author of the series likes to write that way doesn't mean you have to.
AN: so this new chapter 2 is a merger of the original chapters 3 - 5, with some new content. Still not a lot of major changes, those will likely start to show in chapter 3. Thanks again for staying with me as I revamp the story.