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By : Notsalony
Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter
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Draco sat in the underground and listened to Jean-Claude tell him the truths of his condition. He'd been introduced to Jason who'd been his first meal. He'd been slightly embarrassed having to bite a guy on the neck to feed but after he rolled Jason and seemed to bring him to his orgasm just from the experience, Draco had a bit of a cocky smile back on his face. Now as he sat there listening about what vampires were really like, Draco realized just how much the history books and texts on vampires left out in the wizarding world. Slightly angry and confused he was getting better at staying in his own body thought. He thought of it as a river constantly flowing but every little bit there was a pole in the water. Each pole was a person he could go into. The pole's length determined their power and if he could hold the body for long. All he had to do was keep himself in a mental bear hug on his pole and he was okay.

"So... out of curiosity... where do we... go when it's day?" Draco frowned.

"We go to our coffins." Jean-Claude shrugged. "We have a spare while yours is being commissioned." Jean-Claude looked at him.

"No I get that part of it. And thank you." Draco gave a soft smile. "But I mean... our souls. Where do they go?"

"This is the great mystery. To my knowledge no vampire knows where we go. Except for maybe the Traveler's line. Since they are aware as spirits. So the first morning's death will undoubtedly be different for you then it is for others." Jean-Claude looked at the time. "I've asked Harry and ma petite to go home for today."

"Why?" Draco blinked, he'd wanted to talk to Harry before he died.

"Ma petite grants the gift of a day walker to vampires she's connected to during the day. And being of the line that those powers came from. We believe our Harry may be the same. We keep him away from vampires during the day for this reason."

"Okay." Draco nodded. "Wait. You're saying all I have to do is form a connection with Harry and I don't go bye-bye during the day?"

"This is the prevailing theory." Jean-Claude stippled his fingers. "I do not wish you out in the open during your first day. So I've had the coffin brought to my personal chambers for you. Jason will be on hand if something happens and you don't lay to rest during the day or if something else happens."

"Okay." Draco sighed as he got up and followed Jean-Claude, his thoughts full of different ideas. He vaguely kept track of where he was. His father had beaten that sort of thing into him. Always know where he was even if he was lost in his own head. He would know the way to and from Jean-Claude's bedroom by evening as if he'd walked it a dozen times. Draco blushed when he spotted the most perfect being he'd ever seen laying on the sheets, his gold hair like a shining halo in the over head lights. Draco gasped and stared at the god on the bed and licked his lips. "Are you a male Veela?" Draco's eyes drank down every inch of exposed flesh.

"No." The golden haired beauty walked up and put his fingers to Draco's lips. "I'm Asher. A vampire."

"Oh." Draco felt his face vaguely pink up.

"So full of blood to waste it on a blush?" Asher arched an eyebrow.

"Don't play with the boy Asher." Jean-Claude rolled his eyes.

"And why not?" Asher asked while looking into Draco's moonstone eyes.

"Because he has a claim Harry and Harry on him." Jean-Claude was undressing.

"Ah. Well Harry's wishes I respect." Asher smiled and hugged Draco.

"Why?" Draco asked, his mind coming out of its daze.

"He restored me." Asher gestured to half his body. "I was... ruined... on half my body for the better part of the last two hundred years. And then Harry simply removed the damage." He shrugged. "So I do not try to take what is Harry's." He smiled warmly.

"I'm not his yet." Draco looked away. He'd as good as said he'd like to be taken.

"It's okay." Asher stroked Draco's pouting lip. "Maybe Harry will let me share...." Asher kissed Draco, his fangs grazing Draco's lips and he parted his lip and started to deepen the kiss. After a while they pulled apart and Draco panted. "I'll see you this evening." Asher walked Draco over to his coffin.

"Evening... right... coffin go into... right..." Draco looked like he'd taken a stunning charm right to the forehead. He lay down inside it and pulled the lid down. He'd slept in coffins before. His father wanted him to understand death. How sleeping in a coffin would teach a terrified nine-year-old about understanding death was beyond Draco. All it did was remove what little claustrophobia that he'd had. Draco sighed as he felt the sun come and silently screamed as all the poles sank into the water. He fought to swim but was pulled with the current till blacked out.
***

'Where am I?' Draco looked around at the ghostly looking island in the middle of the dark sea. His head was aching and he looked up at the sun that seemed to be putting out both light and darkness.

'It's an eclipse.' Draco turned to see the man who had bitten him. 'You're the first out of seven in this country to gain this power so soon.' He smiled as he walked towards Draco.

'Where am I?' Draco wiped his hair out of his eyes.

'You are in Kalura, city of the damned souls.' The Traveler smiled as he showed Draco the ancient Indian temple. 'Or that's what the Tibetans called this place when I found it. They believed this was where vampire souls go when they die.' He shrugged. 'I found it a rock in this sea of souls.' He dirrected Draco's look at the water. 'All vampire souls pass through this land.' Draco gasped as Jean-Claude's sleeping form floated past him.

'But how...' Draco swallowed hard.

'We are different.' The Traveler smiled. 'My children are gifted with a forceful soul that brings them to this shore.' He lead Draco up the sandy shores of the white beach to the lush jungle on the mountain like peek.

'But the other vampires... they... they don't know?' Draco looked confused.

'No. They do not know of this place. Nor have I ever told them about where I go when I am not in my body. Only one vampire ever came close to finding this place who was not of my line.' The Traveler looked scared for a moment before he schooled his features. 'The Mother attempted to gain access here. But she failed.' He gave a passionless smile. 'She was lost on the sea awake... but unable to come to this land.'

'Then she can't attack you here.' Draco understood. 'Harry and Jean-Claude told me Belle said you were hiding. But I couldn't figure out where on Earth you'd hide that she couldn't find you...'

'Own a few blood banks. Have your body shipped with the blood. Fed intravenously by your children.' He smiled. 'It's hard to track a body that way.' He shrugged. 'As for me... I just hide here till I know its time to venture out again.'

'So you left this place to... what make me?' Draco frowned.

'My human servant told me that he'd found a human with great magical potential and that you might stand a greater chance of turning.' He gave that shrug Draco had seen Jean-Claude do so many times.

'I don't plan to fight in this war if I can help it.' Draco crossed his arms. 'I just got out of one war. I don't want in another one.'

'Ah, you're speaking of that fool Riddle.' The Traveler sat back on a stone bench.

'How do you...'

'We know full well of his activities. He's used charms to bewitch our children to his following. And death is all he brings to them.' His disdain for Voldemort clear on his face. 'That you and young Mr. Potter helped bring a speedy end to him is most welcome.' He stood up. 'I know you do not want this, but you are a part of this now.' They walked into a stone hall with carved fire pits in front of seats. A black flame burned at the head of the hall. 'That is my flame.' He passed other places. 'This will be my war council, this one.' He stopped by a smaller black flame. 'This is my human servant's place.' He smiled. 'And this one is yours.' He walked to a black flame that kept flashing other colors.

'So just because I'm of your line I'm a member of your war council?' Draco sounded angry.

'No. I picked you because you're strong. Dedicated. Loyal to those you choose. You're everything I could ever wish for in a son. And will be the one I choose to lead things if and when I am gone.' He looked at Draco. 'I'm not stupid enough to think I'll out live the Mother for long. Even if I pulled back from the mortal realm enough to hide my body forever.... I know she will eventually either die and I will have been a coward, or she'll kill me. Or I could stay here so long I can never return.' He shook his head. 'No I must act.' He walked behind him to a large coal filled fire pit. 'Every child of my line who has died as dumped all their powers into this flame. A grouping for me to bestow powers on those I think can handle it.' He turned back. 'I can see what skills are in your soul and I'm going to give you a few extra.'
***

"Mon Ami, have you been up long?" Jean-Claude blinked as he spotted Draco sitting in his coffin rocking back and forth.

"yeah... just a bit." Draco was clearly shaken.

"Do you need anything?" Jean-Claude looked concerned.

"Yeah. I need to be blood oathed to you... now." Draco looked up, his eyes showing his fear.

"What has gotten into you... how do you know of the blood oath... and..."

"The Traveler and I had a nice long talk in a place that doesn't exist. He... he made a few requests." Draco held himself like he was hallow.

"Are you okay?" Jean-Claude moved closer.

"No. I'm not." Draco looked at him, his moon stone eyes glowing. "I've not fed yet. I'm vaguely aware that I need a shower. And I've been sitting here for four hours waiting for you to wake up to blood oath me." Draco looked down.

"Why do you need the blood oath."

"Because with out it... your council won't have the power it needs. With it... you'll gain power, and..." He closed his eyes.

"And?" Jean-Claude moved in closer.

"And I stand a shot at not dying again." Draco said in a low voice.

"okay." He put his hand on Draco's shoulder.
***

"And I'm bound to you now?" Draco frowned.

"Almost." Jean-Claude finished the ritual and was relieved that nothing had happened till Draco started glowing.

"Into my master's house am I brought. Into his home welcomed. Given sustenance and logging. Into his house have I been welcomed and treated with great respect." Draco looked up from where he'd knelt. "But a poor guest I am not." His eyes and mouth emitted silver light as he held onto Jean-Claude's hand and felt the connection establish. "To my master and his house goes now the first of my gifts." The Traveler's voice vanished as Draco collapsed.

"What gift..." Jean-Claude suddenly paused. He could feel the rush of power the likes he'd not felt in a long time.

'You've taken a master vampire of my line into your house Jean-Claude, that is but my first gift. My second is with in him to give to Harry.' The Traveler's voice flitted across Jean-Claude's mind before being lost in the wind.

"Mon dieu!"
***

"Draco..." Harry rushed in. "Are you okay?" He bit his lip.

"Long chat with the Traveler. Blood Oathed to Jean-Claude. And then a nice nap where I was blissfully alone in my own head. I'm doing pretty good. Gods their tea sucks over here but I'll say this, they do coffee right." He held up his cup.

"But... vampires can't hold down..."

"Solids. Says nothing of liquids. Apparently we're build for a liquid diet. The coffee keeps me from being jittery and makes me feel like I'm trying one of those weight loss full bars. My belly's full of liquid but it's not being used." He shrugged.

"Okay.... you are okay right?" Harry eyed him carefully.

"Well I do have a load of extra things in me now. One of which is for you." Draco yawned. "I'm supposed to tell you to kiss me and come to the island." Draco rose and eyebrow. "Personally I think the Traveler's a great poofer who just fancies us snogging and then a quick shag with you on the beach."

"What island?" Harry frowned. "I'm not following."

"Oh, the island in the sea of souls. It's a lovely place if you like pre 34 b.c. architecture. Personally I find anything before 1483 pretentious. But then after 1776, everything seems a bit ostentatious to me." Draco shrugged.

"Ostentatious?"

"You know. Too big, too over the top. Gosh. In a very bad way." He shrugged. "I think that's why Hogwarts felt so depressing for me. It's from nearly the year 900 and it looks like it's saying I'm big I'm bad, watch out or I'll bite you on your arse." Draco frowned. "No that's me after I loose at Quidditch."

"You're mental. You know that right?"

"Hey, I got force fed powers and magics to be able to pull you in through your kissing power to where the Traveler is hiding so you and your echo of Belle can give me something that Belle gave you for safe keeping. How he knows... I don't know. I'm guessing Belle's soul told him once she died." He shrugged.

"Okay ... slow down and try that again. Maybe from the beginning this time...?"

"Okay. Nineteen years ago these four magical people met each other, fell in love and produced a god in swaddling clothing, and a lump of a boy with dark hair...."
***

A kiss later and Harry was standing in the sand stone room with Draco and the Traveler.

'Well this is nice.' Harry looked around.

'Can we hurry.' Draco looked sick.

'We will.' The Traveler walked up to Harry and faced him and looked him up and down. 'Belle Morte gave you her power to be a Sourdre de sang.' He looked Harry in the eyes. 'I need you to be able to slip that. Because half is meant for someone else. But half must go to Draco. If he can create his own bloodline... '

'then he will throw up.' Draco frowned. 'You thrust over 1,000 years of powers I could have develop into me in one night. I want to lay down and just be an undead hottie for a while.' He snorted. 'But no. I've got to be a cog in your undead war. You undead bastard.' Draco slide down and laid down on the floor.

'This isn't good for him.' Harry knelt down and touched Draco's forehead.

'He will need time to adjust. But with the Mother after us we do not have time.' The Traveler turned to Harry. 'Your triumvirate gave you powers from the other triumvirate that Nathaniel is connected to. You have the power inside you to copy any power used against you. But it's a latent power. It must be awakened. And it must be expanded.' He retch into the large fire pit across the room from where he'd been standing and came back carrying a small white flame. 'The power to copy and give to others the powers you possess.' He dropped the white flame into Harry's metal fire cage and watched it join with Harry's flame.

'shit....' Harry fell to his own knees.

'head rush.. .then the need to vomit...' Draco nodded and fell over from where he'd been trying to sit up.

'So now I can copy and split powers. Big whoop. Why do you want Draco to be his own fountain head?'

'My gift to you and Jean-Claude.' He smiled. 'Draco is not fully into his powers. He doesn't understand them. To be a master a day and now a Sourdre de sang... he would be a source of great power and a new strain of vampirism.' The Traveler smiled. 'Those risen from his bite would have a greater chance of turning. And would gain powers I can't dream of. Because of his magical core.' He smiled. 'And because of all that being raw power untapped yet, it would bolster Jean-Claude up higher and give him a new weapon to use in this war.' He turned around at the three flames in their stone fire pits. 'I can not give this to Draco. You must.'

'don't...' Draco whimpered.

'hang on Draco... I can fix this...' Harry retch into the flame that makes a vampire a Sourdre de sang and split it, carrying a small silver flame over to the flame that is Draco's. 'You do this often?' Harry looked at the chaos of Draco's flame.

'It is my gift.'

'Your gift sucks.' Harry put his hand with the flame into Draco's flame but held it there. 'You don't just drop non-compatible flames in and leave it to sort itself you jack ass. You blend it so it's better.' As he held his hand in till all the little flames blended into Draco's seamlessly. 'See!' He all but shouted.

'Hey that feels better...' Draco was sitting up again.

'Now he's a master vampire, fully. He'll probably get an animal to call soon. And he's a Sourdre de sang to boot. So we'll know in a few days if his bite mutates your line.' Harry frowned.

'I would have him bite tonight, but your choice.' The Traveler shrugged.

'Belle said I could awaken vampire's long dead human side.'

'I'm blocking. I prefer my vampire nature over my human.' The Traveler waved a hand and suddenly Harry was pulling back form the kiss to Draco.

"Hi."

"Hi."
***

"This isn't possible..." Jean-Claude frowned as he examined Draco. "The Traveler has broken laws that were not to be broken."

"Vampire laws?" Draco asked hopefully.

"Non." Jean-Claude shook his head. "Laws of nature. Vampires must live for at least four to five hundred years to become a master. It's supposed to take nearly 1,000 years to become a Sourdre de sang. The fact that you have done both in a day... is beyond unusual. And it may make all those who are of your line do similar power growths.'

'Okay... that's nice.' Draco bit his lip, unable to blush due to his lack of blood.

'The power boost to myself and mine, it is... large." Jean-Claude looked at Harry. "And you are to give the power of a Sourdre de sang to another vampire?" He looked him up and down.

"Belle left the feeling that I'd meet the vampire I was supposed to turn into a master and a Sourdre de sang. And that I'd find him in this town under your roof." Harry shrugged.

"We can not rush that meeting. Time and location may play a factor." Jean-Claude started plotting. "I would however like you and young Mr. Malfoy to go to some of my businesses and look at the various vampires. Maybe by chance you will find the one you seek."

"Oh gods!" Draco fell back laughing.

"What is the mater now?"

"I just realized... I'm going to be 19 forever." He was laughing harder. "Oh gods. Constantly horny and needing to shag. And stuck in a body that never ages and is always going to be this gorgeous and is going to require blood to get a hard on." He shook his head.

"Is he alright?" Harry bit his lip.

"I think it is just... a side effect of the powers coming on so soon." Jean-Claude pulled back.

"How will we know his animal to call, if he gets one?" Harry watched Draco literally rolling with laughter.

"I suggest taking him to the zoo. Maybe he'll draw an animal to you or himself."

"Well that's something at least. Now... as for feeding him... is it safe for me to do it?" Harry bit his lip harder.

"He'll be drunk from the power for a bit, but he could need the power to spark his powers up to where they need to be." Jean-Claude waved a hand.

"Okay." Harry tilted his neck in front of Draco.

"Oh, I get to penetrate you with my sharp fang!" Draco cracked up as he bared his fangs and sank them into Harry's throat. Instantly the pair weren't there anymore mentally.

'Where are we?' Draco looked around confused.

'Don't you know?' Harry stood in front of him nude.

'No but it can't be bad, you're naked again.' Draco drank in the sight.

'We're doing the dance.' Harry put his hand out and then flat like there was a wall between him and Draco. Draco mimicked him, realizing he too was naked.

'What dance...?' Draco asked.

'Less talk, more dance.' Harry put both hands up as did Draco. They danced the dance of the near touch circling each other.

'What's the point of this...?'

'To see whom will eat whom.' Harry tilted his head as they danced, their dance getting more involved as they circled back and forth. Draco tried to stop but he couldn't. He was trapped doing more and more dance steps. Following Harry's lead, and then he realized he could control the steps himself. He changed the steps and soon he realized he was controlling things. He was in charge now. Their dance stopped and they looked into each other's eyes and smiled. 'We eat each other.' He smiled and the world righted itself again.

"What was that?" Draco asked as he pulled back.

"you rolled me..." Harry flopped bonelessly onto the floor. "and it's good." He gave a smile.

"But you are not power drunk." Jean-Claude said mater-o-factly.

"No... I'm not. I'm also not in my giggling fit anymore." Draco frowned. "I.. feel better."

"What did you see?" Jean-Claude leaned forwards.

"We were dancing. Harry was leading... and it felt wrong so I took control and then I lead and we stopped dancing and he said we eat each other... and... What was that!?"

"The Traveler's bite to feed." Jean-Claude looked concerned. "He used it when he wasn't sure about the power of his feeder. He would dance with them till either he won out or they did. If they did he'd be power drunk, if he won... they'd be the drunken rolled ones." Jean-Claude pointed at Harry who was mewing on his back.

"Great." Draco sighed.

"Jean-Claude?" Willie poked his head in.

"Yes Willie?"

"The coffin's here." He opened the doors and carried in the polished white oak coffin with small dragons carved all over it.

"It's beautiful..." Draco gasped.

"I thought you might like it." Jean-Claude opened the lid that had the Malfoy family crest on the top of it. "I went for creams and jades." He motioned for the cream hues of the inner satin and then the jade pillow.

"They go together..." Draco smiled brightly. "Thank you." He hugged Jean-Claude.

"I suspect you will want to choose your own resting place soon. And want to put your own charms and things on the box." Jean-Claude smiled.

"Yeah... hum... " Draco thought for a moment. "I know exactly where I'll put it!" He smiled.
***

"Blake." Anita picked up the cell phone.

"Anita."

"Edward?!"
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Agents	By : Notsalony Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter Views: 5351 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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