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By : Notsalony
Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter
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The Sparklepire concept belongs to Stephanie Meyer and her Twilight series. A dear friend of mine on RS helped me flush out the concept of the Sparklepire.
And the "Bad deadly assassin, no cookie for you" is based off a statement that LKH made in an Anita Blake book "Bad Practitioner, no cookie for you."
Rosalyn Sanchez as Itzpapalotl "Obsidian Butterfly"

"Edward why are you calling me?" Anita's heart rate went up.

"Oh, that's easy. I'm calling you for a heads up. The explosion in about a minute is mine. Didn't want you worrying."

"Edward... what are you blowing up in my town?" Anita sighed.

"Oh it's just a little job. Killing a dangerous vampire. No one connected to you. Just a new vamp who's too dangerous to live." Anita sighed and then blinked.

"How new?"

"He arose last night."

"What's the name...?" Anita could feel this was going to be bad.

"Draco Malfoy." Edward said easily enough but winced as the string of obscenities flooded through the phone from Anita's mouth. "You kiss your boyfriends with that mouth?"

"Edward... where are you?" Anita's voice was strained.

"I'm just outside of town."

"Edward, get to the circus. Get there NOW. Beg Jean-Claude not to kill you and then beg him to hide you."

"Why would I..."

"Edward, I'd say run, but he'll find you and he'll tear you apart."

"Who will fi-"

"Draco's boyfriend, a new hybrid lycan who's also a magical dynamo and highly possessive. This kid's faced down TWO members of the council alone over Draco. You just painted a shiny target on your back." She sighed and hung up.
***

Draco finished casting the last of his protection charms and anti-theft charms on his coffin. He chuckled to himself. He owned a gorgeous piece of wood that he wouldn't be able to show people unless he trusted them. It's like hitting puberty all over again. He looked at the time and sighed. Nearly dawn. He stripped down to his boxers and slid into the coffin.

'Maybe the Traveler wont shove powers into me this time.' Draco laid down and closed his eyes, feeling the pole in the river vanishing. He vaguely realized there was an explosion. 'oh crap.'
***

"Harry." Anita panted as she yelled in the screen.

"Yeah?" Harry stopped laughing as he motioned Nathaniel to stop.

"Draco's town house... it just blew up." Anita gasped as Harry just appeared in front of her.

"Sorry about that." Nathaniel picked up the phone. "He just..."

"He's here." Anita said blankly as she watched Harry growl. The boxers he'd been wearing ripped from his body as he transformed into his Wolfman shape. The black wolfman with the yellow clouded leopard spots retch out his clawed hands and the ruined wreckage of the house split in two as it was torn away. He seemed larger then his normal seven-foot stature and as Anita looked on his eyes were pitch black. He telekinetically threw the house away from the spot till he found the coffin turned over on its lid. He opened it and saw a moment of pure red rage as he saw Draco's nearly naked body spill out into the morning sun.

Harry turned to Anita. 'WHO!?' Before she could block him out the conversation with Edward spilled out into her mind and into Harry's. He growled and vanished. Leaving here standing there in the sun with the now empty coffin with a look of shock on her face.
***

"I do not understand... Anita sent you here... to ask for protection... why?" Jean-Claude frowned.

"She said something about how Draco was Harry's boy toy and I shouldn't have blown him up and..." Edward stopped as Jean-Claude's eyes got wide. "What?"

"Oh dear... I do not know if we have the facilitates to keep you safe..."

"This Harry can't be that bad."

"He is tied to an angelic host who is part demon himself. As well as our dear Nathaniel." Jean-Claude let that go for a moment. "Through Nathaniel to Anita, and through Anita to me. He draws power from three triumvirates... He is normally very much in control of his powers. But add in the proximity of the full moon his hybrid lycan breed, the loss of a lover... he will be..."

"Pure rage." Harry growled as the other half of the office seemed to collapse into a single point and he walked out of it. "Rage dirrected at one point." Harry pulled Edward to him and walked back out through the hole in reality he'd made mending it once he was gone.

"Mon dieu." Jean-Claude slumped in his chair.
***

"LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!" Magic was pouring off of Harry as he threw Edward into some of the wreckage. "YOU TOOK HIM AWAY!" Harry stalked towards Edward, magical electricity crackling around him.

"Back the fuck off!" Edward pointed his gun at Harry, who simply waved a hand and the gun melted into so much metal causing Edward to drop it. "I said..."

"You don't get it... I lived through hell and he was there. I made it through the war. And he was there. I made it through being turned into this..." Harry motioned himself "AND HE WAS THERE." He stalked closer. "I went to the fucking other side to pull his soul back here to keep him alive even if it was as a vampire... and he was there. He came back. YOU TOOK HIM AWAY!" Harry slammed his claw down next to Edward's head, only missing it with his claw by a fraction of an inch. "So you see, my problem now is. How do you die." He leaned in closer. "Cuz you aren't moving from this spot with out being dead. And maybe I'll bring you back just to keep torturing you over and over again." Harry was burning with a black fire now.

"Get off of ..." Harry snapped his jaws close to Edward's face.

"You feel pain now." Edward screamed as his body bucked up towards Harry, ever nerve ending feeling every single torture Harry could think of in that second. Having lived through some choice death eater attacks, Harry was versed in pain. "And now you don't." Harry watched Edward sag.

"Harry you have to..."

"NO!" Harry threw up his arm and created a wall of solid air to stop Anita. "I don't have to do anything but make him bleed and beg and slowly die an inch at a time." He turned back. "Pain now." He watched as Edward bucked and screamed.

"Good gods Potter." Harry stopped. "I mean... I thought I was the evil git who got off on pain and terror. Not you. Well that's if you believe the first years. What's it they're calling you now? St. Scar-Head?" Harry turned around to the sound of the voice coming from the dark shadows of the ruined house.

"You're dead..."

"Got that did you?" Draco clapped. "Bright that one. Now, what's one plus one?" He watched Harry standing there in shock, his spell ending on Edward. "Not sure on that one. Let's try this one. How many Gryffindors does it take to screw in a light bulb? Give up? All of them. One to barrel into danger and all the rest to save him from himself and get eternal glory for it."

"You're not dead?" Harry shifted back.

"Actually I'm very dead. The vampire to the throat thing kind of took care of that." Draco stood in the edge of the shade.

"But.. the bomb.. I picked up the coffin and it dumped you into the sun. I... I know you're dead..."

"Yes. I'm dead. We established this." Draco rolled his eyes. "But apparently sunlight doesn't hurt me." He stepped out into the sunlight and glistened like he was covered in a second skin of diamonds.

"Who... what... how?" Harry frowned.

"Who's my father?"

"Lucius Malfoy...."

"And what is he?" Getting no answer. "A self serving snake in the grass who values family, money, beauty, and himself above all other things. Now... what would my father do if he thought for a second there was a weakness that MIGHT occur?"

"He'd prevent it..."

"Well stomp it out of existence is more like it." Draco walked up to Harry. "He created a potion and a ritual, that I vaguely remember. When I was like six. It was incase Voldemort ever turned us into vampires. Father wanted us protected from all things vampires are harmed by." Draco sat down in the sunlight. "Sunlight causes my body to grow this glamorous skin. It's made from diamond dust. So my skin is shielded from sun. Fire repels from me." He put his hand into the flames still going on part of the rubble and it simply blew out as he put his hand near it. "I'm assuming holy water would hit a variation of the water repelling charm. You saw how I was with crosses, they stunned me but didn't really phase me that much. Father wanted us to be beautiful and deadly. So..." He waved his hands. "You can let the nice deadly assassin up off the ground where you've clearly beaten him bloody. Bad deadly assassin, no cookie for you." He scolded Edward who was looking at him shocked.

"You're not dead?" Harry looked shell-shocked.

"I refuse to talk to you till you come out of this." Draco waved dismissively. "You on the other hand I'm ten kinds of curious about." He crouched down beside Edward.

"Silver?" Edward asked.

"Not even an itch."

"Wooden stakes?" Draco picked up a pointed board and it smashed against his chest. "Charms to disintegrate the wood when it comes with in proximity of my flesh."

"Decapitation?" Edward winced.

"Well it'd have to be fast and metal probably. Something exotic. But I'm guessing no. I vaguely remember a charm being cast to prevent any and all dismemberment. But there's also a anti-life stop thing. So even if you do manage to cut my head off, I'm still alive. And my head will seek out my body to reattach." He shrugged.

"damn." Edward cursed slowly.

"Yeah. A real bitch. Now who hired you?"

"Don't have a name.. just a contact number..." Edward coughed.

"Well damn." Draco sat back. "And we were making such progress." He shrugged. "Though I'm betting you're going to tell him he so owes you for putting you in my path." Draco gave a smirk. "Personally I think it's rather stupid of them to do this." Draco's eyes clouded over.

"It's worse because you were hired by the council." The Traveler's voice came out of Draco's body. "You were hired to kill my new general and my gift to Jean-Claude but not given any details about who and what he was outside of vampire. They either figured he'd be an easy target or wanted you dead. Either way, I don't give them what they want. Ever." Draco took over again.

"Nor do I." He wordlessly summoned his wand and did a healing spell on Edward. "You need to lay still for a bit. I have an angry were... thing... to stop from killing you once the shock wears off. And moving around making hurt animal noises draws attention to yourself." Draco stood up and walked over to Harry.

"You're not dead." Harry looked amazed.

"Firm grasp on reality. Now, let's get you out of this hot sun and have a proper lie down." Draco eyed him as he pulled him into the shade. "Now... I want you to sit still and count to four." Harry nodded a little too rapidly and then seemed to have to focus on each number. "Right... you're going home now." Draco took Harry's hand and apperated them to Harry's room where Nathaniel was just coming out of the shower. "I have a very confused were-thing." Draco walked Harry's naked body over to the shower.

"He's not dead." Harry pointed.

"He keeps saying that. But I have fangs... so I'm pretty sure I am."

"Anita said your house blew up?" Nathaniel frowned.

"I left the oven and the iron on and boom." Draco looked amused with himself. "Sorry. Muggle joke. Anyways. An assassin named Edward tried to kill me, but I'm a little... hard to kill these days." He shrugged.

"Edward tried to kill you?" Nathaniel dropped his towel and rushed to Draco. "But... you're not dead... so.. Edward failed?" Nathaniel seemed to boggle at that.

"Does everyone have an assassin on speed dial?" Draco looked shocked.

"What's going on up here?" Sam waked in wearing only his pajama bottoms.

"I nearly died by explosives because of Edward and now everyone's treating me like the bloody 'boy who lived'."

"Edward?" Sam looked at Nathaniel.

"You probably know him as Ted..."

"Forrester." Sam's eyes flashed. "That fucker is in town." Sam walked over to the dresser and pulled out his cell phone.

"Yeah Sammy?"

"Forrester's in town."

"WHAT?"

"Yeah. He's in town, he just pissed off Harry by trying to BLOW UP Draco."

"Ballsy move. How many pieces did Harry leave him in?"

"Apparently one, since Draco's not dead."

"Forrester missed? Wow, tell Draco I want him to pick out lotto numbers..."

"Dean?"

"What? If the kid can survive Forrester, he can pick lotto numbers."

"Draco, Dean wants you to pick lotto numbers.

"12, 22, 16, 15, 19, 17 , 02." Draco rattled off. "What?" He looked confused as Sam relayed the message.

"You said that off the top of your head."

"Age I lost my virginity, age I was to have children by, age I joined the dark side, age I realized I liked boys, age I am now, age I was when Harry saved my life, number of times Harry's had to personally save my life." Draco explained.

"I'll chalk that up to your vampire brain. So Dean where are you?'

"Murdering Ghost in upstate Connecticut."

"Why didn't you call me in?" Sam frowned.

"You're... adjusting. Besides it's near your period and I'm not explaining that mess to the boys in the suits." Dean smiled into the phone. "Besides Cas sent some back up." He sounded unsure.

"Who?" Sam frowned.

"Our little brother." Dean said calmly.

"So Micheal's there."

"Yep. Riding him a dead Winchester boy suit."

"Don't get your balls attached to your lips again." Sam closed his eyes.

"Hey, that wasn't my fault. I shouldn't have made corpse jokes in his presence, and he shouldn't have been born with out a sense of humor...."

"Dean..."

"Dean's currently finding out what it is like to feel one's own pecker fucking into one's own ass. He'll have to call you back." Micheal hung up on them.

"Oh great." Sam closed his eyes. "Can this day get ANY stranger?"
***

"Yes?" Jean-Claude answered the phone.

"Ah, my dear Jean-Claude." A thickly accented voice sounded on the phone.

"Obsidian Butterfly." Jean-Claude sat up.

"Yes... I do so hate to bother you this early in the day." Her voice sounded anything but. "I'm having a little bit of trouble clearing customs." Her smile could be heard over the phone.

"Customs where?" His voice dead panned.

"Oh, Jean-Claude, where do you think." She was enjoying this too much.

"Why are you in my city?" His panic suddenly hidden behind his emotionless mask.

"Oh that would be because of a multiple reasons. The forefront of which is your young Harry." She made a clicking sound. "You have some very nice connections at the air fields. They refused to let me leave my plane till they had clearance from you." She smirked.

"I told them that you have been declared persona non grata by most Masters of the City." Jean-Claude frowned. "You should have contacted me for rights."

"And I shouldn't have to sit in a plane and talk to you via the phone." Her agitation could be heard. "I'm a Goddess Jean-Claude. I ruled a nation with my iron will. And you make a fuss over me entering a city?" Her power could be felt over the phone.

"Obsidian Butterfly...." He signed. "I'll clear you to come in to the Circus but I do not want your party going anywhere with out clearing it with me first."

"Oh my dear Jean-Claude, you're more then generous." She smiled again.

"I mean it Obsidian Butterfly." Jean-Claude raised his voice slightly.

"Oh I know you do. And I know that you have the power to probably back up any threat that you could come up with." She smiled. "But I know you want to hear me out. Since you have had two council members visit your land in the last few months, and they've caused some major ripples in your lands."

"You're having me watched."

"I'm watching everyone outside my land. I'm curious." She smiled.

"How many have you brought with you?"

"A few vampires, a human servant, and a few of my animals to call." She smiled.

"I'll call the airport and have a car waiting on you." He sighed again.

"Thank you." She hung up and Jean-Claude cursed as he picked up the phone and dialed the airport. 'What did I do to the Gods to deserve this?' He looked up as he waited for the phone to pick up.
***

"DAMN IT!" Anita kicked the jeep door and then walked back over to Edward where he was sitting.

"What's wrong now?" Edward frowned.

"Oh, nothing much. Obsidian Butterfly is at the airport." She sat down beside Edward.

"Shit."

"Yeah." They sat there in silence.

"So... am I about to get the 'get out of my town' speech?"

"No."

"Really?"

"Nope. No speeches here." Anita shrugged. "I'm a bit out of it right now." She sighed and walked over to where Draco's coffin was. She picked it up and carried to her jeep before sitting it on top of the jeep.

"You know it's creepy when you do that?"

"Oh shut up." Anita rolled her eyes. "At least I'm not bench pressing small cars." She rolled down the jeep windows and strapped the coffin down. "Yeah.. that won't draw attention." She sighed as she looked up at it.

"What won't draw attention?" Edward frowned.

"The large coffin on my jeep."

"What coffin?" Edward looked at her and then the jeep.

"You're telling me you don't notice the white coffin on my car." Anita looked at Edward closely.

"I'm telling you I don't see any coffin, white or otherwise on your jeep." He looked at her. "I vaguely remember you lifting a coffin..." He blinked. "But... I don't remember.. where it went..." He looked confused.

"Don't worry about it. I'm guessing Draco did something to the damn thing." She looked at it and shrugged. Maybe her magic prevented his from making things vanish from her. It was a nice idea, even if it wasn't a practical one.

"So... where to?" Edward shrugged.

"Well, I'd take you home with me... but Harry's libel to pitch a fit about you being with in so many feet of his son after nearly killing, or trying to kill his boyfriend."

"That kid's got a son?" Edward raised an eyebrow.

"The kid's adapted, his god son actually."

"Parents?"

"Dead."

"The kid kill them?"

"Harry hasn't been a lycan that long." Anita rolled her eyes.

"Well that answers a lot about the kid's character that he's only gotten homicidal since his transformation into... you called that a hybrid form?"

"Yeah... demons used magic to mix a werewolf with a clouded leopard." Edward's eyes got big.

"You always get the best playmates." He sighed.

"Yeah..." She smiled.

"So the kid got attacked by the demons' creation?"

"Yep. And his magic made it work and now we have a new lycan breed." She shrugged.

"Makes me want to try to hunt him-"

"Don't." She stopped and looked at him.

"I'm not saying I'd-"

"He's Jean-Claude's heir and Damian's as well. So don't go down that road."

"You're telling me that their lines produced that kid?" Edward was greatly taking better stock of Harry.

"And all you saw was his rage powers. Which I'd say either come from Damian's line or from Sam." Edward frowned.

"Sam who?"

"Sam Winchester, his other... and why do you look freaked out."

"You have the Winchesters here... and you didn't tell me when I was on the phone."

"Why does it mater?"

"Phoenix, New Jersey, and Washington state." Edward pointed to various scars.

"So?"

"We run into one another on hunts. They're not the most... forgiving of people."

"Well Sam's dating Harry. As is Nathaniel and Draco. They're a bit of a tight knit group so, don't expect cookies." She opened the jeep door before going around to her side.

"Sam's gay? I knew he was a bit off... wait... the rage power could have come from SAM?"
***

"Anita..." Nathaniel was sitting on the front porch and shook his head at Edward. "I so would NOT go in there if I were you." Edward frowned. "Draco's downstairs with Sam. Harry's a bit out of it. We think he needs to feed. They're drawing straws to see who he feeds off of."

"The kid's got to feed... feed how?" Edward frowned.

"He's got some of Belle's powers. His version of the ardeur is thought based rather then physical sex based." Anita filled him in.

"Well maybe I should let him feed on me. After all it's my fault he's like this." Edward grinned. The other two looked down and he instantly knew he shouldn't have said that.

"Maybe you're right. Forrester." Sam crossed his arms.

"Sammy!" Edward grinned.

"Drop it." He said coldly. "The only reason I don't put my fist through your heart right now." His eyes flashed black. "Is because Dean's not here and he'd kick my ass for killing you with out him." Edward blinked and Sam was in his face. "But fuck would I like to mess you up." He dropped Edward.

"Werewolf huh." Edward straightened his cloths. "You have a strange life Winchester. Gay, werewolf, demonic powers. If I didn't think I'd end up twelve kinds of dead, I'd try my skills against you."

"Yeah, not such a great idea." Sam picked up the coffin. "Draco's going to bunk in our room. He's... a little put out that his HOUSE got blow up on him."

"Could have been a bucket of water." Edward grinned. Sam held the large coffin one handed as he picked up Edward with the other, oddly enough letting Edward see the coffin for the first time since Anita had set it down.

"Lay off him." Sam looked him in the eyes and at him down. "He's having a bad time of it."

"Oh he doesn't have to lay off of me." Draco was out on the porch. "But I bite back." He looked at Edward cold and calculating. "Maybe Harry should feed on you. Him or me." Draco's fangs slid into view.

"Try it and get a taste of some nasty things in my blood." Edward smirked.

"Oh I can smell the magic on you." Draco waved a hand. "I'm not dumb enough to feed on your blood." He shook his head. "But you're right... maybe you would make a good snack for Harry." He turned on his heel and staked into the house.

"And was he so..." Edward shook his hand." Before he became a vampire."

"Yes." Came Draco's answer from inside the house.

"Ah. Good to know." Edward adjusted his sunglasses and followed Anita into the house. Then he followed Sam and Draco up stairs to where Harry was sitting there.

"Harry, we brought you food." Draco got Harry's attention.

"He's the guy who tried to kill you." Harry frowned.

"Yes, love. Now he's food. Just don't kill him." Draco helped Harry up.

"What's this feeding require?" Edward frowned.

"Just a little peck on the lips." Sam smirked. Harry came up before Edward could say no, and locked lips with him. Instantly he was plunged into a sexual fantasy about Donna and her southwestern scarf collection. He was near orgasm when he realized that it was shifting. Harry was standing in the corner watching him. He wanted to tell the kid not to watch but suddenly he was back in high school sleeping with his first girlfriend for the first time. A blanket down in the desert and he was trying to be romantic through the whole thing, this Edward didn't know he'd be leaving for the army in two days. No, this Edward was an innocent. And as he came hard he came out of the kiss and blinked nearly blank eyes at the room.

"That.... wow..." He felt mentally lost for a bit.

"And the only down side is it'll take you about six hours to be able to have a sexual thought." Harry shrugged. "Thanks for feeding me." He patted Edward on the back.

"That all you charge for that ride? Wow.... in New Mexico you could charge for the ride..." He fell down on the bed.

"Is he okay?" Nathaniel looked puzzled at Edward.

"I rolled him a little harder..." Harry admitted. "I used one of Belle's memory powers and wrapped him up in the memory of his first time while I was eating. He experienced two powerful orgasms at the same time."

"So double your money's worth." Sam smirked. "You saw inside his head..."

"Don't ask Sam." Harry eyed him. "I don't tell what's in your head or Nathaniel's when you guys feed me. I don't tell." He nodded to himself. "I have to violate your deepest privacy to feed, and I don't spread that around. And I'm having fun trying to find a way to not retain the memories myself."

"Have you tried a pensive?" Draco looked over from where he was sitting on his oddly clean coffin.

"Didn't think of that yet." Harry frowned. "But I'd have to put it in memory vials and then I'd have to label them." He sighed.

"Or you could just obliviate the bottled memory."

"That works?" Harry frowned.

"Dissolves into a powder." Draco nodded. "Then neither you nor the jar have the memory anymore." He smiled. "Now the question is. Do you have a pensive."

"Do I have a pensive." Harry grinned.
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