Warning: Contains Slash, attempted Humour, also it contains graphic descriptions of blood etc.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, they belong to their respective authors, J.K. Rowling and Laurel K Hamilton.
Authors Note: Here it is, Chapter 7. Hope you all enjoy it! So read on, my lovely readers! Sorry about the wait!
I could feel a light touch on my shoulder as I watched the cars fly by, we had been driving back from the hospital for the past half hour, and it hadn't taken long to sign out of the hospital. The nurse had handed my details over, and I'd been told to take them to the hospital in St. Louis when I went in for my check up in a couple of days.
I'd had to borrow some clothes which had been left from the patients who had no family to collect their clothes; it felt weird wearing dead people's clothing.
Asher and Jean-Claude didn't like the smell of the hospital and were glad to get me out as quickly as possible.
Asher turned towards me in the front passenger seat, "Mon amour, are you sure you're feeling well, you look quite pale." he said with his French slur to his voice.
I couldn't help but laugh, I mean, what did he expect I'd been in a coma for the past week and half. Of course I'd look pale. "I'm fine." I replied.
At long last, the car pulled up in front of the large iron gates which cut the Circus off from the rest of the town.
Screams of both excitement and fear echoed across to us, it reminded me that I hadn't had any fun in a while; I decided then and there that I was determined to go into this Circus of the Damned.
I turned towards where Asher and Jean-Claude were walking, "Could I go take a look around the circus? I haven't been to one before." I put on my most adorable puppy eyes; I mean who could say no to those.
The two of them looked at each other, I'm sure they were doing some sort of mind talk, because neither of them spoke a word.
Jean-Claude turned to me, "Oui, but on one condition, you agree to take either Jason or Nathaniel with you, as both Asher and myself are going to be very busy tonight, as we have put off a lot of things in order to find you. So we will be busy until dawn I expect." he replied,
I almost did a high five to myself, but contained the urge; I walked over to them and gave them a goodnight kiss.
By the time I'd finished kissing the both of them, I was already panting, they stole my breath away, they were both so very handsome, and I just, weren't.
Jason turned up soon after, and my Mates bade me goodnight.
I watched them walk away and into shadows.
Asher & Jean-Claude Pov.
Asher turned to Jean-Claude, "Are you sure we should of let him out there without us, we have only just found him, Mon amour."
Jean-Claude turned to his weary mate, "He'll be fine, he's with Jason." he replied as he kissed him soundly.
Harry & Jason Pov
"Come on", Harry shouted as he grabbed Jason's arm, and ran towards all the noise.
Crowds of people were shouting and screaming, each of them carrying their own different emotions.
He turned towards where they were staring… A snake, and from what he could see, it looked human like.
He'd never seen anything so eye catching, he pulled Jason through the crowd of people, weaving through plastic seats, and he aimed towards the open space by the stage. He needed to see more.
Too late, the Snake was gone, and in its place was a man, he looked feral, and his pupils began to dilate. All Harry could do was stand and watch as this man changed into a wolf.
Silver and grey fur sprout all over, the mans face began to enlarge into a snout, teeth elongated, bones broke, and re-fixed themselves into different sizes, there before him, was an adult werewolf.
Jason began to shake, he could feel it where he was holding onto his arm, and Harry took one long last look at the wolf and dragged Jason away from the stage.
They made their way towards the rides and the food stands.
Jason brought the two of them some food, shoving the hot dog, and monster-size slush cup into Harry's hand, he pulled Harry towards the entrance to another tent.
This tent was different, it looked like the inside of a graveyard on the stage, and stood on the grave was a man, he had 2 cages of chickens, each squawking hysterically, they both made their way to the front, there were some seats left still as the show hadn't started yet.
10 minutes of sitting there waiting, the crowds from the other show began to trickle in, and soon the tent was jam packed.
Eerie music played in the background, the man opened up a sash bag, and pulled out a long sharp looking knife, people drew a large intake of breath, you heard them swallowing loudly through out the tent. Harry began to shuffle impatiently in his seat. He felt anxious, and annoyed that this person wouldn't hurry up.
His magic was tingling at his fingertips, waiting to be allowed out, the man opened the cage; his hand shot out and wrapped itself around the chicken's throat.
He pulled back the knife and slashed across the bared throat, blood began to trickle down the feathers, dripping onto the grassy area of the floor.
Drip, drip, drip.
The man began to mutter words he couldn't hear, when the blood stopped flowing, he grabbed the other chicken, once again he slit it's throat, carrying the bleeding chicken, he marched around the grave anti-clockwise, chanting and shaking the chicken until that too stopped bleeding.
Stepping back, he waited for what was supposed to happen, the ground seemed to open up and the body he had animated stood up, blinking around. Unaware of where it was, the man stepped forward and took the hand the man had cut open, he brought it to its lips and began to suck as much as he could.
Pulling his hand away he presented the animated corpse to the audience, many of the women screamed in terror, Harry laughed, women could be so dumb sometimes, I mean, what did they expect to see, it did say on the tent entrance this was the room where the Animators resurrected the dead.
Harry's Pov
Jason was fun to hang around with, pretty hilarious too when you got past his continuous sarcasm, he'd taken to taking the piss out of me, gesturing on how funny it was I'd had my arse kicked by a rogue lycanthrope.
I playfully punched him in the arm, it's not like it'd hurt him anyway, we continued walking around the circus, meeting people Jason knew from work at 'Guilty Pleasures'.
When we had finished trying to get away from all the flustered women, we made our way back towards the entrance for workers, and the people who lived under there.
It didn't take long for us to make our ways down under the circus, we spent the time laughing over what we'd been doing, and other stuff, it was fun, like old times with Ron and Hermione.
Sure he missed them, it would be weird if he said he didn't. But he had to get on with his life, and he wasn't going to be able to move on if he kept brooding over their deaths.
Getting closer to the door where Jason said his room was, we walked in and collapsed upon the bed.
It was weird, he'd just spent a week in a coma, and here he was tired.
Rolling his eyes he leant back against the warmth which was Jason and closed his eyes, not caring that he was about to fall asleep in his clothes.
Authors End Note: Hope this chapter is written well enough for you. I thought it was, but that's just my opinion. Feel free to review, I look forward to reading each and every one of them.