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Agents
By : Notsalony
Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter
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Chapter List
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Want to see what I used as a reference for Belle Morte, ask for morena-baccarin-wallpapers_4597_1152x864.jpg OR Google Morena Baccarin and her Firefly character.

Hrithik Roshan is who I picked to play the Traveler's body.
Warning, Character Death, sort of...

"I've created a monster." Jason shook his head as Harry came out of the dressing room with yet another outfit.

"Well what can I say Jason. I gained some of Nathaniel's enjoyment for shopping, and the last time I shifted I tore up some of my best cloths." Harry sighed as he looked in the mirrors. "No one was expected the little bit of demon blood that was in Sam to bond with my lycan form like that." Harry sighed. He'd absorbed some of Sam's demonic nature and with the forming of the triumvirate he'd given his wolf man form more strength. It had also seemed to make him slightly bigger then he'd been before.

"So you really got Nathaniel and Sam their own wands?" Jason shook his head.

"Yeah. Nathaniel's is a white oak wand with unicorn hair as a core. Nice for charms. Sam's is a dark willow with a dragon's heartstring. Very big on the attack power." Harry smiled.

"And little Teddy's loving that toy broom that Hermione sent him?" Jason grinned, he remembered the first time he'd come over and been hit in the shins by a slightly floating Teddy.

"Oh yeah. It's so cute!" Harry smiled. "I need to get my Firebolt out and see if I can still fly.

"It still boggles my mind that you fly around on a broom." Jason shook his head.

"Well, I haven't since I got over here. I remember Remus telling me that werewolf children aren't that keen on the flying part. But I love flying... I miss it." Harry turned around in the jacket he'd picked up. "Okay I think these two bags for me. And that bag for Nathaniel and that one for Sam." He pointed and levitated them up.

"Sam enjoys wearing thongs?" Jason looked over the edge of one of the bags.

"He broke my stage thong trying to get it on to do a little sexy dance for us." Harry grinned. "So I got him one in his size and replaced my work cloths." Harry smiled as he paid for the clothing. "I'm glad I remembered to ask Hermione to send me some of my gold converted to American money."

"Now I'm picturing Sam in nothing but a thong." Jason teased.

"Jason you've seen him naked for the last two full moons." Harry rolled his eyes. "Trust me, if you really want in on the action, I can see what I can do." Harry was followed by his levitating bags.

"Like some... quality time with Sam?" Jason perked up.

"Well that or I could make your fantasy as real as it can be while feeding on your sex." Harry grinned.

"You know that's a little strange right?"

"Yeah." Harry smiled as he sat down in the food court. "But eating priests has helped keep what ever hungers I have done."

"A priest a day..."

"Keeps the ardeur away." Harry smiled. "Besides I still have to figure out who the other gifts are meant for. It's like this big time locked thing. When I see the person or when the time is right the memory will tell me."

"That's cool and scary at the same time." Jason commented as he ordered his burger.

"Yeah. I think the calling cat's power was supposed to be mine, but I also get the feeling it's supposed to be shared with someone." He shrugged. "I don't know." Harry sighed.

"Maybe you'll understand it later." Jason offered.

"Maybe." Harry chewed his own burger once it arrived. "Gods I hope so. And Haven's getting in Nathaniel's face again." Harry sighed.

"That guy..." Jason shook his head. "He's in love with Anita, it's his first time being in real love. And he's got no coping skills to deal." Jason picked up a fry. "He needs to either get a shrink or he's going to end up in another coffin."

"Maybe there's a way..." Harry pointed with his burger. "Maybe I could help him."

"Yeah. After you left the nice hickie on his neck... I really doubt he'll let you near enough to use your powers." Jason grinned.

"I noticed the red shirts stay away from me too." Harry jumped topics.

"Harry the red shirts are people who agreed to have sex. Not have their head fucked. Maybe you just need a green shirt for all the people who are willing to feed your power." He shrugged.

"Right. Wanted, male between the ages of 19 and 29 for abnormal vampiric sex practices. Clothing optional... must be into kissing. Wear a green shirt so everyone knows you want me in your skull." Harry snorted.

"Okay, maybe not that blunt. But it could be worse."

"Yeah. Anita has a dozen red shirted guys wishing she'd be more like Belle." Harry sighed.

"Well she was worse before you." Jason gave him a look. Harry has heard the horror stories and he believed them. But the Belle he'd helped to kill herself hadn't been a monster. She'd died to help them. Harry just couldn't see an evil person doing that so he'd had difficulty reconciling the two images.

"Anyways, I think it's almost...." Harry blinked. "Draco." Harry looked up and over.

"Almost Draco? What's that mean?" Jason looked at his friend taking in his shocked expression. "What is it?"

"Draco Malfoy's standing over there." Harry pointed. Jason looked where he was point and frowned.

"Harry there's no one there."

"Yeah there is. In the middle of the crowd, the tall platinum blonde guy." Harry was standing now.

"Harry, there's no platinum blonde... there's no crowd... what are you talking about?"

"Jason he's right there.. he..." Harry gasped as a man dressed in Hindu clothing that looked centuries out of date walked up, bowed Draco backwards and drank from his neck as he pulled him down to the ground. "Damn it." Harry grabbed his wand and rushed through the crowd to where Draco was laying, bleeding out. "Draco... damn it... what's going on... why...?" He stopped asking as Draco gave a sad smile.

"And I came all this way... just to see... you..." Draco's eyes were going unfocused. "I even scraped... together..." He held up his hand. The blood soaked hand clutched a small box. "... couldn't... let him have it... for you... thanks... to thank I mean... for my arm..." Draco's breathing was getting more labored.

"Draco stay with me... please." Harry sobbed as he held his once enemy. No one should ever die alone.

"It's okay Harry... someone will find me..." He gave a weak smile. "Maybe mother will... put me in the family crypt...." Draco was growing cold.

"Step away from the boy." A thick eastern accent caught Harry's attention.

"No. He's mine." Harry glared at the man.

"He won’t be if you don't step away now." The man pulled Draco from him effortlessly. No, not a man, the vampire. The vampire who killed Draco. Harry raised his wand and Jason was there holding him down.

"Jason what the hell, you're helping him!?" Harry screamed.

"GO!" The other man's eyes flashed black and Harry passed out, the world consumed in darkness.
***

"And you said he... just started seeing things and acting like they were there?" Harry started to come around. He knew that voice. He would know it anywhere.

"sam?" He rasped.

"Harry." Sam helped him to sit up. "You okay?"

"Draco... he's... he's dead..." Harry sounded sad.

"Harry, listen to me carefully." Sam looked him in the eyes. "There wasn't anyone killed. You walked to an empty part of the mall and had a rather public vision." He held Harry as the boy tried to focus on those words.

"What?" Harry finally asked.

"One of my demonic powers was to see the future. See when people were about to die when they were tied to me some way. Or when someone I was linked to was going to do the killing. I think you saw that Draco is going to die. And who did it. But... I need your help to find him in time." Harry nodded and opened his hand for his wand. Sam handed it over and with some flicks and swishes he caused a rather realistic sketch of Draco and his attacking vampire to appear on paper that Sam was holding for him.

"sleep now...." And once more the darkness crept up and swallowed him whole.
***

'Your magic makes things so interesting.' Harry opened his eyes to a meditation sunrise with Belle Morte standing there basking in the sun, her hair down in a flowing line of black curls, her peach silk dress blowing in the breeze and her golden silk wrap draped lightly around her arms. 'My power to enter people's dreams... Samuel's power to see the future... and your magic. It created the power for waking dreams of events that haven happened yet. Not only that but you sent your dreamself into that future.' She turned to him, her eyes light and happy. 'You were there holding his hand in the moment of his death.'

'he died?' Harry looked down and saw she'd dressed him in a silk costume that fit his muscular frame very flatteringly.

'You were there my dear child.' She stroked her hand down his cheek. 'I had not expected any piece of me to exist. But you've some how made this...' She waved her hand around her. 'This place and put this piece of me into it.' She looked at him sideways. 'You kept a piece of me for yourself.' She gave him a gentle smile. 'The piece that knows how to use the powers.' She patted his cheek. 'But you gave me a sunrise and beautiful things to wear.' She smiled again.

'I thought you did this?' Harry frowned slight.

'Oh no. I'm good. But I'm dead. You and your magic did this.' She nodded as she smiled into the warm morning breeze. 'Oh, so nice.' She smiled. 'You may not know this place consciously. But this place once existed.' She smiled warmly. 'It was our summer palace.' She stretched. 'When I was little.' She grinned.

'How old were you?' Harry asked amazed.

'Always lie about your age.' She smiled. 'I taught Jean-Claude that.' She turned to him. 'I am older then France. I remember when it was nothing but wild untamed country side.' She stretched. 'I tell people I'm only two thousand years old.' She smiled warmly. 'But the mother took me to her when the earth was flat and there was nothing south of Egypt's disparate nations.' She smiled. 'I think that's why I lost my humanity along the way.' She shrugged. 'At any rate. I think you need to know who that man was.' She turned and walked into the carved temple like building. 'He was my sibling.' She smiled warmly.

'He's your brother?' Harry was shocked.

'In a manner of speaking.' She winked at Harry as they moved deeper into the temple and she waved her hand, altering the dream to make it light in the room. 'The Tibetan monks tell warning messages of a beast. It hunts the souls of those who leave their bodies. To eat the soul and take the flesh for its own.' She turned to Harry under a carving that matched the man. Languages and words carved all around his image. 'Beware the stranger who comes at night.' She paused and looked him in the eyes. 'For the night walker is no friend of man, but his soul's demise.' She smiled and turned back to the carving. 'The Traveler. The night walker. The stranger.' She turned back to look at Harry through the curtain of her hair. 'He has not used his own body to make vampires in three thousand years Harry.' She put her hand on the carving's chest. 'Mommy has her power to jump bodies back. But she needs vampires to do it. He only has enough children to hide his body. He's had to take his own body again to move it from place to place making more of his children hoping for a spirit army to combat her. A council member has taken your poor Draco.' She turned serious at him.

'Then he's a vampire.' Harry paled.

'This I do not know. The Traveler's bite was subjective. It seemed to war with in itself on weather or not it would change his victim. It's what made his line so thin. They do not all turn.' She sighed. 'I hope your Draco is not gone forever.' She turned and touched Harry's cheek. 'You've brought others here?' She looked confused as Harry turned and spotted Sam and Nathaniel standing there.

'Harry?' Nathaniel looked around, biting his lip as he spotted Belle.

'I'm okay. Belle... this echo of her... was explaining my new power.' Harry walked up and hugged his nearly naked leopard. 'This place... is some kind of magical information library that she didn't mean to leave me.. but it's here none the less.' He turned to the carving. 'That's who attacked Draco.' He pointed. 'The Traveler has come.'
***

"Harry..." Anita's voice was on the phone as Harry answered the bedside phone.

"Anita... what's up?" Harry yawned.

"We found a vampire victim...." Her voice trailed off.

"It's him isn't it?" Harry sighed.

"We think so. Can you come down to the morgue....?"

"Yeah...." Harry closed his eyes and tried not to cry as he held onto the phone. "I'll... I'll be there in a minute." Harry hung up and numbly got dressed. He'd taken the time over the last month to go to every location that Anita thought he should know in case he had to go somewhere in a hurry. He'd made strong enough memories to picture each place as he apperated. Once dressed he looked at his sleeping lovers and wrote a floating note in the air before apperating out.

A loud pop later and Harry was walking into the morgue and looking around for Anita and the corpse of his friend. His friend. The thought stopped him in his tracks. Had he been friends with Draco? He knew he felt something for him. Something that made him not be able to bare the idea of Draco going through life with out his arm. Something that made Harry want to help him and shelter him from all that could happen. He'd traveled all this way with a package for Harry. And now he'd never get to give it. He'd never get to say the things that Narcissia had made Harry promise to listen to. Oh gods... His mind realized with a shock. He'd have to tell Narcissia and Hermione that Draco died. Died trying to find him in this country. He fell to his knees sobbing at the thought till he looked up and noticed the blood stained package that Draco had been holding when Harry held his hand.

Weakly getting to his feet he opened the package and looked at a black velvet box under the once silver wrapping paper. Harry bit his lip and opened the box to find a white gold ring with two emeralds around a moonstone. Harry started to breathe heavier as he looked at the ring. What had Draco been going to say that involved a ring? What had Harry missed? He started panicking and was about to loose himself when the doors swung open and his war time training pointed his wand at who ever was standing there. They had their hands up. Who put their hands up like that in a fight? Besides who carried a gun to a wand fight? A gun. Anita used a gun. Harry's sluggish mind caught up and realized he'd drawn his wand on Anita.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"It's okay." Anita put her gun away. "You seem a little... out of sorts." She walked over to him.

"Where's the body?" Harry looked around the empty morgue.

"In the new vampire room." Anita led him over to the steel reinforced door with crosses all over it. "They find that new vampires are less likely to try to charge the door when it's got crosses all over the inside and outside." She commented. Harry looked into the room and saw Draco's pale body laying there in the cloths Harry had seen him in. His hand still curled around the now gone package and the other curled how it had been when Harry had held his hand. "We also keep a master vamp in with them to calm them down." Harry looked up and noticed Jean-Claude sitting in the room with Draco.

"He..." Harry started.

"He knows that the boy means a lot to you." Anita held Harry from behind. "So he wanted to be the one to help him come to terms if he does turn."

"Belle said the Traveler's bite was subjective." Harry said in a low voice.

"What did you say?" Anita's eyes went wide.

"The man I saw. The man, the vampire, who did this to Draco. Belle said it was the Traveler." Harry looked into her shocked eyes.

"When did... how..."

"New power... it opened up something she didn't mean to give me. A kind of echo of her to instruct me on my vampire powers that she gifted me." He sighed. "She told me who the Traveler is. And that he needed his own body back to make new vampires of his line. Because he was loosing his fight against their mother. But that unlike other vampires his bite is subjective. It seems to randomly work and not work on people. That's what made his line so thin, but the ones who did turn had spirit powers like him. He's going from place to place to try to make an army to fight their mother." Harry looked at Draco's body.

"He's breaking their own laws... not... god..." She sighed and sat down, mentally retelling everything to Jean-Claude who was up for the day, sitting in the sealed room reading as he awaited nightfall. "He's not respecting any master's territory. We have to tell the other masters...." She hit her head on the steel door.

"So we sit and we wait and hope that what?" Harry looked at her, his eyes lost.

"We hope that your friend comes back." She said softly. "We hope he comes back."
***

Harry was chasing someone through Hogwarts. Light. There was a blinding brilliant light at the far end of the hall. The main door was open and the morning sun light was rushing in. Harry felt himself speed up. He had to get there before the other person. They were in danger. They didn't know it. They could NOT be allowed in the sunlight. Harry shifted into his hybrid Wolfman form over took them standing between them and the light. His emerald eyes glowing in the half light as he looked down at a scared Draco Malfoy.

'I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be a bad boy...' He started crying. Harry shifted back, what clothing he had been wearing left behind in the hall. 'I'm so... Harry?"

'really?' Harry looked him up and down. 'You don't seem that hairy.' He shrugged. 'But then I've never seen you with nothing on.'

'You're naked. Why are you naked?'

'I shifted. Shifting isn't clothing friendly.'

'But... I... you... you're a lycan?' Draco's mouth fell open.

'Yep. Two months running.' Harry nodded.

'Well bloody fucking hell. I go away to fix my own stupidity and the whole world changes. You're a lycan and I'm dead.' Draco stopped moving. 'i'm dead.' He said quietly. 'is this heaven?' He asked quietly.

'I don't know. I think we're half way to somewhere.' He looked around. 'When I was here last time Dumbledore got an eyeful of my body at platform 9¾. Why is it dead people keep getting to see me naked?' Harry frowned. 'anyways. I know why I'm here this time.' He smiled.

'Oh?' Draco looked at him.

'Yep. If you step into that light you die and don't get to give me the ring.' He nodded.

'But... I... you looked in the box.' Draco looked down.

'Yep.' Harry nodded.

'so.... I suppose I should start out... I'm.... I....' Draco bit his lip.

'How about I start. Hi. I'm Harry James Potter. I'm almost 19 years old. I'm not a virgin. I'm as gay as the day is long. I'm dating two guys. I find this undead blonde boy hot as hell. And I'm into long term relationships with people who must have a body but not necessarily a pulse.' Harry put out his hand. 'And you are?'

'An undead gay bloke looking for love in all the wrong places?' Draco grinned.

'Should have gone to a leather bar. They're gentler on first timers I hear.' Draco goggled at Harry. 'Of course my first time was with a stripper.' Harry shrugged.

'so.... you're seeing two guys?' Draco bit his lip.

'A wereleopard stripper and a werewolf us marshal.' Harry nodded. 'Nathaniel and Sam.' He smiled.

'So a bloke has to be kind of special to get on your radar....?' Draco toed the ground where he was sitting.

'I like strong willed people.' Harry smiled. 'And you know what.'

'What?' Draco looked into Harry's eyes.

'You're the strongest willed person I know of.' He kissed Draco. 'All you have to do is turn around and go through that door.' He pointed to the door that should have taken them to the Great Hall.

'What's in there?' Draco bit his lip.

'Well first it'll be a hell of a lot of pain. Then it'll be a lot of rude gestures. And in the end they make you slay a dragon.' He smiled at Draco. Getting a snort and a roll of the eyes Harry turned serious. 'You were attacked by a vampire. Normally if he wasn't him, you'd have turned and woke up at sunset. But... well...' Harry gestured where they were. 'You're you and he's him.' Harry sighed. 'His bite doesn't always turn. You're stubborn, you think you're dead so you're dying. But I... I couldn't let go of you.' Harry looked down to where he was holding Draco's hand.

'I...' Draco gasped.

'You go through that door and you wake up and you're a vampire and we can give this a shot.' Harry continued. 'You go into the light and your body just dies and you go on where you would end up.' Harry stood up and let go of Draco's hand. He looked down into the darkness. 'I don't know what's down there. But I know it won't let you stay here forever.' He turned back to Draco and offered his hand. 'Will you come back to me?'

Draco took his hand.
***

'damn it.' Draco winced. 'I thought he was lying about the pain.' Draco looked around and watched the dark haired man reading a book beside the gurney where he was laying. 'If I'm this big bad vampire why are they letting people in to see me and not staking me where I lay?' Draco yawned and realized he hadn't been breathing. 'Well undead it is.' He sighed as he sat up with another wince.

"Do not try too much mon enfant." The other man's hand was on his chest before Draco could fully sit up.

"First off. I've not been an enfant in nearly eighteen years. Second, I'll thank you not to touch my person. Third, find Harry. I have to kick him in the shin." Draco glared.

"Why would you wish to harm mon chat?" The other man tilted his head.

"Your cat? Your cat. You refer to the strongest bloody fucking wizard on the fucking planet as your cat. I suggest you get the fuck out of my road RIGHT this minute." Draco shoved the man's hand back.

"My apologies." The man bowed. "I am Jean-Claude. Master vampire of this city." He looked at Draco.

"Oh." Draco sat there and tried to think of how to back peddle.

"And you would be?"

"Draco Alister Malfoy, recently dead." He stood and winced. "And why the hell am I hurting so bad?" He frowned.

"That would be the changes happening to your magical core." Jean-Claude led Draco over to the chair.

"Great. All I need now is for a mad man to come through the door and tattoo my NEW arm." He sighed.

"What?" Jean-Claude looked puzzled.

"Long story. This sort of thing usually happens when Harry's involved." Draco sighed, pulling his feet up to his chest in the chair. "I come looking for him to tell him I love him and I end up dead and then a vampire." Draco sighed again. "He stopped me from passing on." Draco frowned. "He actually stopped me from dying fully. That wanker!" Draco shot up and was at the door full of rage before he felt the sudden push of the glowing crosses. "Ow." He frowned as he landed hard on the metal floor. "Okay this is getting me no where. Accio Wand." He held out his hand and his wand flew to the window in the door and ran into the glass. "Oh I am NOT putting up with this. ACCIO WAND!" He yelled, throwing all his will into it. The wand tipped to it's end and came through the glass, shattering it, and then flying into his out stretched hand. "That's better." He gripped his wand. "Now if you'll excuse me." He walked up to the wall again and when it started to glow he flicked his wand and the door opened. "I am a wizard, I believe in the Gods. I am not a Christian and if their God wants me to stay in this room he can back off right now." Draco said as he walked past the crosses.

"That was... interesting..." Jean-Claude hurried past. "You may wish to calm down before you see Harry."

"Nope. I was dead. I was passing on. And he stops me? Stops ME from going to where ever I was supposed to. Oh hell no is he getting it easy." Draco stormed towards the door, not even noticing that all he was really wearing now was a toe tag.

"Draco... good lord you're naked." Draco paused in what he was about to say as he looked at Harry.

"I'm ... what?" Draco looked down. "Well bloody hell." He stamped his foot. "Being dead and cold is the most unflattering thing a man can do for his penis size and his ego." Draco sat down on a gurney and crossed his legs as he flicked his wand and transfigured a napkin on a near by table into a pair of boxers he slid on.

"You're alive!" Harry sat there and cuddled.

"I'm fucking dead Potter!" Draco radiated anger.

"No, well.. you are... but you're alive to me." Harry smiled. "Besides you're just cranky because you’re hungry." Harry smiled.

"What?" Draco scowled.

"You always get cranky when you're hungry. Worse then Ron ever was." He goaded Draco.

"I AM NOT WORSE THEN RON BLOODY WEASLEY!" Draco said indignantly as he glared at Harry.

"Ah, good, you are in there." He smiled.

"Wha-" Draco paused.

"Well our books all say the vampire is just a reanimation of the human's base desires. And the rest of the world things it's you, just with out a soul. And personally I think you have a soul. Cuz I've never seen anyone with out a soul curse as fluently or gracefully as you." Harry smiled.

"You can tell if I have a soul by how much I swear?" Draco looked disbelievingly.

"After your arm." Harry touched the healed scar. "You never cursed. You never raised your voice. You were lost. Your spirit broken. But you've got your passion and your fire. I can feel you in there." Harry smiled. "Now... as for what I said in the dark hallway." Harry sighed. "It's a little more complicated then I lead you to believe."

"When the fuck is it not." Draco crossed his arms again.

"I'm dating both of them... and I have a kid." Harry bit his lip.

"So not only do I have to take a number I have to deal with a kid!" Draco threw his arms up. "I... I don't know what you want me to do Harry. I came here thinking I could marry you and we'd live a long happy wizarding life together. Now I'm a vampire and I'd be third in line for your bed?" He shook his head and stormed off.

"Draco!" Harry chased after him.

"I'm not good with sharing Harry. Never have been. In ANY sense of the word." He sighed. "I'm hungry. I'm hurting. I'm pissed off... I..." His body dropped down.

"I'm just not sure what I'm... why is my body laying on the ground?" Draco's voice came out of Jean-Claude's lips.

"Dr-Draco?" Harry looked at him. "How....?"

"I got angry... and I just tried to push it away to focus and next thing I know I'm over here..." Draco's frown appeared on Jean-Claude's face.

"Can you get out of him?" Harry bit his lip.

"Hold on..." Draco tried and started to say something when he Jean-Claude forced him out. "Much better." Jean-Claude's voice was back.

"Sorry about that." Draco dusted himself off. "I've never... done that before."

"It's the vampire who bit you I'm afraid." Jean-Claude sighed. "The Traveler's power is to leave his body and spiritual travel the world with out a vessel. He only needs a body to rest and to interact with the physical realms. His power allows him to possess any vampire not strong enough to thrust him out."

"So now I can astral project. Okay. Note to self keep my cool." Draco was the picture of calm and cool till Harry started laughing. "Problems... Potter?"

"You... keep your cool." Harry snorted. "I think the next ice age will happen first!" He fell down on his ass laughing.

"I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW-"

"I AM THE PICTURE OF COOL!" Draco's voice came out of a vampire who had walked in from the other side of the hall. "Oh bloody hell. Am I going to do this every time I have a spat?" He looked at Jean-Claude.

"I think you will eventually learn to control it. If you'd been made by one of his children instead of him directly, you probably would have taken years to learn your powers. But you are formed form his direct wish to have you be a powerful army now." Jean-Claude walked up.

"Okay. How do I get out?" Draco sighed as he looked down at the badly dressed vampire. "Because I so do not fancy being inside Mr. Macoy anymore then I have to." He shuddered.

"Willie's a friend of mine." Anita frowned.

"My apologies. I'm more partial to my own flesh as opposed to being in someone else's."

"The Traveler was always most secret about his power..." Jean-Claude apologized. "If Willie can not will you out... then you may be in his form till you can learn to control your own powers." He bowed.

Harry tilted his head as he heard voices whisper in the back of his mind. He knew how to fix this. He acted on that instinct and picked up Draco's dead body. He stroked a fallen lock out away from the face and while everyone looked at him he began to make out with the dead body. He kept focusing. It wasn't a dead body, this is Draco. Draco. Draco. He chanted in his head till he felt the body under him sputter.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Draco scurried back form Harry.

"Shock." He said as he looked into Draco's eyes. "You needed a shock to break your concentration. Pain in the body you're in, or something that shocks you so bad you can't think around it..." Harry panted.

"So you snog my unattended body!" Draco was wrapping his arms around himself.

"We must get you to some willing food before morning little one." Jean-Claude helped Draco to his feet. "Your first feeding must be quickly..." They walked out to the car that Willie had brought for them.

"What'd I miss?" Willie looked confused.

"My life getting a new complication." Harry sighed.
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