Roses Under Cypresses

Pairing – Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter/Harry Potter

Summary – Will Graham isn't an only child, and his mother's history is a lot more complicated than anyone would ever believe. His mother is indeed on a much higher branch as Hannibal Lecter predicted. WG/HL/HP sibling incest m-preg cannibalism…Hannibal hasn't been the only one to understand Will Graham, Harry does to. He's about to have someone fighting in his corner…someone significantly much more powerful than anyone else on the planet.

Title is from Nietzsche 'I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses' it was suggested to me as a potential title and I love it!

Chapter 1

August 3rd 2013

Thirty-three year old Harry Potter sighed in relief, as he finally, finally got home for the first time in weeks. After a very long and ardours decade – more than that really – the last of the Death Eaters had finally been caught and imprisoned. Anyone that could and would hold a grudge was at long last dealt with.

The moment he literally Apparated from the Ministry, his phone begun ringing, typical, a single glance at the number told him it was very important. Then again, where he had been there hadn't been a signal the magical world was too saturated in magic, it caused interference in anything remotely Muggle in nature. It was the private investigator that he had keeping tabs on Will Graham who he had only ever seen in person once.

"Hello?" came Harry's curt answer, the sigh of relief on the other end had the hairs on Harry's neck standing on end. "Atticus?" the echo of his impatience showing through.

"I've been trying to get you for weeks, I was beginning to think your phone was disconnected," he started off in a rush, "I wrote you letters but you haven't responded…"

Harry glanced at the table in the centre of his living room, and found a bundle of letters just waiting to be read. "What's going on?" he had already gotten his regular update so whatever had happened must have been after that fact.

"Will Graham is in prison," Atticus informed Harry.

Harry stared blankly at the table, no burst of denial or hysterics coming forth. "Do your missives have everything I'll need to answer my questions?" he asked coolly and calmly.

"Yes, Sir!" Atticus proclaimed, Harry could practically feel him sitting up straighter smug and superior knowing he did a good job and that was why he was constantly asked for cases more so than most others.

"How long?" Harry asked pinching the bridge of his nose…just how long had Will been in prison now?

"Three weeks," Atticus informed him seriously, "I have to say they have a pretty solid case…"

"Thank you, Atticus, I'll get back in touch if I need anything else," Harry informed him, before hanging up. There was no way Will got caught killing anyone, he was too smart for that. Intelligent, methodical and more importantly, knew better than to leave anything at a crime scene, he studied them for a living for Merlin's sake.

Sighing in exasperation, he wandered over to the table, taking a seat, he began to shift through his mail, which Kreacher kept stacked neat and tidy. He didn't have to shift through it for long. Kreacher knew how much he cared about Will, so all missives from Atticus was on top. There was only one that could have all the files pertaining to Will's arrest, it was a thick bundle.

Ripping the brown envelope open he grabbed a hold of the bundle and began to carefully and critically sift through it. His eyebrows steadily began to climb higher and higher the farther he read. Understanding what Atticus meant, it did seem like a fool proof case they had on their hands. Will looked understandably very, very guilty on paper if they didn't know him at all.

His lures had been tampered with, which meant someone had been in his property. They'd done a bang up job of setting him up, Will wouldn't have been stupid enough to take 'trophies' of his supposed 'victims' as it were. Someone had gone to great lengths to stitch him up. Including shoving the ear of one Miss Abigail Hobbs down his throat. He had to know who stitched him up.

Four victims, four crimes, daubing him the 'Copycat killer' imitating the crimes of others. Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose, it seems he had work to do…albeit if he even wanted to see him.

He'd had plans of course, to visit now that the danger had well and truly passed. The last thing he ever wanted to do was put Will in danger from magic when he had no active magic of his own against those who would see Will dead just because they knew one another. Which was why when Will asked him to leave he had done.

Will was currently incarcerated in Baltimore's State Hospital for the Criminally Insane under the care of Doctor Frederick Chilton.

Doctor Frederick Chilton, hospital administrator, Author, 'collector of psychopaths' Chilton is a very proud and arrogant man, seeking fame in higher psychiatric circles by housing various dangerous psychopaths then attempting to rehabilitate them. He held claim that he even had the Chesapeake Ripper in his hospital, convinced that it was Abel Gideon and incidentally created a persona in his mind of the Ripper. Due to this, an innocent woman was murdered in his hospital.

Harry's eyes darkened, as he read the information on Chilton. He definitely didn't like the sound of him at all. There was very little doubt that a man like he would be ecstatic to have Will in his hospital.

Now, it was time to visit, hopefully he would know who set him up, if not…well, he had work to do it seemed.

Setting the information aside, he moved over to the Floo network, using a massive handful of Floo powder to connect the call, "Alexander Tristian! MACUSA! Presidents office!"

It took a few moments to connect, and it went through, much to Harry's relief, "President Tristian?"

"Lord Potter, how can I help you?" came the reply.

"I need to call in one of my favours," Harry explained, "I need free access to come and go as I please anywhere in Baltimore."

"I'm going to assume you have no desire to join the Auror force?" came his sly suggestion. "It would make things much easier…a smoother transition,"

"I'll work in the bounty hunter department, twelve cases, one year, draw up the contract….I wont be impressed if there are any sneaky clauses Tristian," Harry conceded, "Do we have a deal?"

"Where exactly do you need to get into?" Tristian asked, belatedly realising he hadn't even asked and might not be able to deliver.

"Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane," Harry explained, "Don't ask me why, I can't say." Wouldn't want to say unless Will desired it to be so.

"Can't or won't?"

"Does it matter?" Harry answered wryly, either way he wouldn't reveal the information. "Can it be done?" he knew it could, but just to be polite he answered. Heck, if he was told no, he would just do it regardless, he cared very little for the morals of idiots.

"Of course," Tristian answered, "Portkey or Plane?"

"I'm flying over, it will take too long to get a Portkey," Harry stated, and the UK magical world would know exactly where he was, something he wanted to avoid. It was simple and easy to disguise his 'passport' with a different name so that nobody would know where he'd gone if they checked the Muggle way.

"Shall I have someone pick you up at the airport and bring you here?" Tristian asked, he wasn't going to let Harry's offer go, having him for a year was more than he could have hoped for a few days ago. He refused to work with any government, but it would bolster his image and with a little luck…have more people joining various departments. Hopefully the Major crimes department with a little luck. Harry Potter was a major name in the world, and everywhere wanted to employ him.

"I'll Apparate," Harry informed him, he saw no need to be met at the airport when he could Apparate once he was cleared. "I'll be seeing you soon." he added, flicking his wand his clothes, documents, toiletries, electronics and their chargers and correspondence began to fly into his trunk. He checked he had his wallet in his pocket, giving a nod, everything he needed was there. Good. He wanted to get a ticket as quickly as possible.

"You will," Tristian agreed, before he ended the call.

Shrinking his trunk, "Kreacher?" he called out to his House-elf.

"Yes, Sir?" the grumbly House-elf asked, he was much happier than he'd ever been…but he was far from a ray of sunshine. Not that he wanted one, Dobby was the only House-elf who had been so inescapably cheerful.

"I'm leaving for the States for a year, I'll call you when I'm settled, you can stay with me or continue looking after this place." Harry told him, he still had Grimmauld Place, but he'd never used it. That was just one of the many properties in his portfolio.

"Master Harry Potter can call Kreacher," the House-elf told him.

"Very well," Harry stated, giving a firm nod, he put his trunk in his pocket, grabbed his shoulder bag before glancing down at himself, grimacing. The last thing he really wanted to do was travel with a three-piece suit on. Flicking his wand, he was re-dressed in something more comfortable.

His home was so closed down that even owls couldn't get into this place, all mail was redirected to Gringotts, for a price of course, and Kreacher would pick up the mail for him and have it delivered to him. The same would apply to anywhere he was in the world.

It took Harry all of twenty minutes to get himself a seat on a plane heading directly to New York with redeye, luckily there was a seat in First class and it was nonstop.

During his wait for the flight, he called in his contacts, and had an appointment to visit Will within moments. The people you knew mattered, contacts mattered, Chilton couldn't stop him if he tried. He had a feeling that he would have made it next to impossible for him if he was not as well connected. Tristian had moved fast to open the doors for him, he wasn't even questioned.

He was pleased, just as he leaned back to rest for a few moments the call came for the passengers on his flight. It was time to go it seemed, with that Harry, stood up, hooking his shoulder bag across his body, ticket in hand, he waited in line.

In no time at all, Harry was moving along, before finally seated in First class, all set for the eight hour flight to New York, JFK airport.

"I'm coming, Will," Harry 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' and the 'Master Of Death' murmured quietly, stretching out before falling asleep exhaustion swamping him. He hadn't slept well in weeks, so it was hardly surprising that his body just shut down on him for near enough the entire eight hour flight. He woke up only to eat, before falling right back to sleep.

Quite frankly he needed all the rest he could get.

-0

Will Graham was wrenched out of his thoughts at the sound of the gate buzzers going off. Grimacing in distaste, wishing he was back fishing in his mindscape. Anything was better than the tiny cell he had called his own for the past three weeks.

It was the only reprieve he had here, stuck in a cell locked up in the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. His fury hadn't yet tapered off that they – his co-workers – would believe he was the copycat serial killer they were after.

Hannibal had well and truly stitched him up, the evidence against him was…irrefutable. Especially seeing as he had regurgitated Abigail Hobbs ear. He did not like to think on exactly how it got there.

The worst thing about all this was Chilton, he hated the smug bastard and now had to endure his presence near constantly. Doctor Chilton had probably dreamed about this for years, judging by how often the guy tried to get him to talk about his 'gifts' in the years that had passed. He'd been more relentless than the rest of the psychiatrists he'd had to put up with trying to force their presence on him.

He should have stuck to fixing motorboats in Louisiana.

No, the real worst thing about it was that he was missing his dogs, all of them. It's not like he could miss his job, since they still came to him for help, despite believing he was a 'serial killer' and he wondered if it was Jack that was coming…again.

He refused to look at who was there, tired beyond belief at having to defend himself against the people who should know better.

That was until they spoke.

"Hello Will,"

Will's head snapped up so quickly, you could almost hear his bones protesting as they creaked. "Harry," he breathed out, so very surprised to see him standing there. His eyes roamed all over him, takin in the changes that had happened in the years since they saw each other last. He no longer had any signs of being a child, now tall, strong, proud with his hair tied at the nape of his neck. Dressed in a black three-piece suit with a green tie.

"What trouble did you manage to get yourself into now?" Harry said wryly, unbuttoning his suit jacket, taking a seat on the chair three foot from the cell.

Unlike with anyone else, Will met Harry eye to eye, still overwhelmed to see him, now if there was one person in the world who didn't care about his gifts and actually cared about him…it was Harry.

Unfortunately, he'd made the mistake of turning him away, it's something he'd regretted ever since.

"I…what are you doing here?" Will asked, staring stunned.

"You didn't think I'd just forget about you, did you?" Harry asked bluntly, "I've been keeping an eye on you, although this is the first I've heard of you being in here." Four murders disguised as other murders MO, the evidence they had on Will was more than just circumstantial, but he knew Will wasn't the killer. He was smarter than that. He couldn't say that he wasn't capable because everyone WAS.

"Then you know what's happened," Will admitted bitterly, wrenching his gaze away from Harry's. Not even sure why the guy was here, he'd told him he wanted nothing to do with him…it didn't matter that they shared half the same DNA. The same parent. He didn't want to hurt him.

He inevitably would. Who knew when the darkness inside of him would grow too much?

A/N This will have Will/Hannibal/Harry Potter and as you can see Sibling-Incest so if this is NOT your thing then please do not read it then comment I've given two warnings…the summary…then the inside summary and now I'm giving it again! Yes, it's not my usual style I know but I wrote a bit for April 1st as a joke but a lot of people liked it and the muse is quite content so if YOU like it, let me know and R&R please!

Next chapter you'll get a greater understanding of everything including how Will and Harry are brothers... but would you prefer to see it as a flashback and get a glimpse of a younger Harry finding younger Will OR will it just be through their thoughts?