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Agents
By : Notsalony
Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter
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I do NOT own the idea of the dumbing down of magic that I mentioned here. I've read it in several stories on FF and RS. I don't remember who created it first. But if you do let me know so I can give credit to that wonderful idea.

"I'm board." Draco said as he laid across the chair.

"Then do something else." Anita said from where she was reading her mail.

"I have no life. And that's never made me board before." Draco sighed.

"Maybe it's the fact that now you know you're going to have a long life." Draco arched an eyebrow at her. "Unlife then."

"Maybe I need a hobby." Draco sighed.

"When's your house going to be done?" Anita pinched the bridge of her nose.

"A few more weeks." Draco sighed again.

"And you can't just wave your wand and put it back together?" She asked hopefully.

"Not if I don't want to be back living here in an hour after doing it." Draco said sarcastically. "I know I'm being a pain. It's just... I'm bored." He whined again.

"How did you survive to be this age." Anita got up to refill her coffee cup.

"People do find me charming." Draco said with his head hanging over the side of the couch.

"Some how... I'm betting they feared you more then liked you." Anita swore to herself.

"Probably." Draco shrugged. "At the time I thought that's what I wanted."

"And now?" She called from the kitchen.

"Now... I want people who actually can stand me." He looked up at the ceiling. "You're nice to listen to me. But I can tell I'm annoying the hell out of you." He tucked his arms behind his head. "Vampire senses and this sense of... knowing... is a pain in my arse."

"Welcome to the first day of the rest of your unlife." Anita sat back down with her magazine.

"Unlife sucks." Draco pouted.

"You'll get wrinkles." Anita said with out missing a beat.

"Right... because a wrinkly vampire would EVER get the hot chick." Draco thought about it. "Well maybe if she was coffin bait and liked REALLY old guys... and he was REALLY rich." Draco grinned. "She'd have to be 22, a real slut... and tits the size of over ripe melons. An ass like a virgin castrati, and the face of Las Vegas show girl."

"You're gay." Anita looked over her magazine. "Right?"

"I was taught that both sexes are mean to be enjoyed." Draco grinned. "And there's nothing wrong with a big tited woman." He shrugged. "Granted it doesn't hurt that this woman would have to have a throat like a Hoover."

"You're wanting hit now. Right?" Anita gave him a serious look.

"On a woman like this there are two parts of her body that maters. Her throat and her tits. Because that's what she's meant for. Most women have brains of some to great capacitate in the mix. But this ideal woman I'm picturing is dumb as a post and only vaguely knows how to spell the dirty dirty things she'll do for me." He smiled just before the magazine landed in his face.
***

"What are you doing?" Harry frowned as he spotted Draco's ass sticking out of a trunk.

"I'm stuck." Draco offered as explanation.

"Accio Draco." Harry pointed his wand at Draco and smiled as he shot back out of the trunk clutching a book. "Better?"

"Much." Draco smiled. "I've been talking Anita's leg off all day." He smiled.

"Merlin's sagging balls, Draco is that why she stormed out of the house when I got here?"

"I don't think I was that bad." Harry shot him a look. "No worse then I was in second year." Draco amended.

"Be glad you're fire proof. Or I think she'd have seen how phosphorous and magic react to one another."

"You know she did mention something about a generaid?"

"Grenade?"

"That's the word." Draco nodded.

"It's a metal egg that explodes." Harry sighed.

"Ah. See that was lost on me." Draco shrugged as he sat down and started reading through the book he'd be after.

"What's the book?"

"Research notes on the diamond skin spell." Draco smiled.

"What'd you need that for?"

"I was board and I needed a new project. I think I found one." Draco grinned.

"What would that be?"

"Something that can make me a little bit of side money, keep me occupied, and get me out of Anita's hair." Draco went back to reading.

"You know... you... aren't even listening to me are you?"

"Sure I am." Draco kept reading.

"I got hit by space alien's with a jelly doughnut and grew two more cocks."

"Just so long as you washed it off." Draco said in a monotone.

"Some how I knew you weren't listen."

"I'm sure you were in the right." Draco nodded as he kept reading.

"I'll just run along and tell the goblins they can nest in your foreskin then?"

"I'm sure you know what's best" Draco didn't even bat an eye.

"Okay then." Harry walked out of the room.

"Hang on... tell the goblins they can nest in my what?" Draco's head shot up.
***

"You wanted to see me Jean-Claude?" Harry looked around the room as he spotted several of the other dancers there.

"Oui." Jean-Claude stippled his fingers. "A new law is passing that applies to my clubs." He looked around the room at the dancers. "When it is passed, we will be allowed to show the male form in all of its glory." Harry's own eyes shot open then.

"You mean fully naked?" Nathaniel blinked.

"Naked, aroused, and even the male climax." Jean-Claude gauged their reaction.

"Holy shit." Jason swore.

"Are we going to be?" Harry crossed his arms.

"I called you here to read the mood of the dancers." Jean-Claude looked between them. "I'm willing to pay extra for shows that will include full frontal nudity of course." He smiled.

"So we'd be making more then our normal fee... and tips...?" Jason was trying to reason through it as he watched Jean-Claude nod.

"So, my friends, the question is. Are you willing to be fully exposed to the clients?" Jean-Claude looked at each of his employees.

"A show of hands good enough?" Harry asked.

"Oui." Jean-Claude nodded. Harry looked around.

"Okay, show of hands for this." Harry raised his own hand as most of the hands went up.

"If we don't... will be have to... or will we be fired?" Nathaniel looked nervous.

"I will not force you to do it." Jean-Clause looked relieved. "No one will be forced. For those of you uncomfortable or unwilling for what ever reason, then you're shows, and pay will remain the same."

"I just don't want to..." Nathaniel sighed. "I'm okay with it going on for those who want it, but I don't think I want to." Jason and Harry exchanged a knowing look at each other. Both knew they needed to talk to Nathaniel about this later on.

"Looks like the vote has passed." Jean-Claude looked around and smiled. "Then we'll let the choreographers have time to plan out some more elaborate dances for the first night." Jean-Claude grinned.

"We need to do some stretching and trimming." Jason stood up.

"Joy of joys." Harry sighed.
***

"Jean-Claude?" Draco poked his head into his master's study hours later.

"Yes Draco?" Jean-Claude looked over his shoulder.

"I heard that two of the acts are leaving at the end of the week." Draco bit his bottom lip.

"You heard right." Jean-Claude sighed.

"I might be able to supply an act to replace at least one of them." Draco moved into the room slowly, screwing his confidence to the sticking place.

"Oh?" Jean-Claude raised an eyebrow.

"Here." Draco handed over a piece of paper. With naught by an amused look, Jean-Claude left his eyebrow raised and started reading to himself the very descriptive letter that Draco had written him.

"I assume you've worked out how to do this?" Jean-Claude looked up from the letter.

"I tested the idea today." Draco smiled.

"And it worked?"

"Quite well." Draco grinned.

"Then I would like a demonstration..." Jean-Claude looked surprised.

"I thought you'd say that." Draco held up a dragon hide bag. "Is the arena open tonight?" He smirked.

"Oui." Jean-Claude nodded.

"Good."
***

A week passed and Draco kept abnormally quiet about what he filled his days and nights with till Jean-Claude called everyone into his office to discuss the coming week's attractions at the circus. He explained that Draco had a show to perform, and that after having seen it, he was open to the idea of the act being preformed. The others asked for information on what this act would entail, but finding only stanched silence, they found they would have to wait like the rest of the coming audience to discover what Draco had planed.
***

"You're really not going to tell me?" Harry asked into his cell phone.

"Nope. The show starts in 20 minutes, be in your seat and you'll discover what I'm up to." Draco grinned.

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

"Slytherin." Draco said before hanging up, he looked at himself in the mirror and grinned. He could do this and it'd be bloody marvelous.
***

Harry sat in his seat, impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for Draco to do his act. The lights dimmed to near darkness before Jean-Claude's seductive voice opened up the crowd. It was nearly an audible sigh as Jean-Claude spoke.

"My dear patrons, I'm proud to present, for his first show of, what I hope to be many more, Draco Malfoy." Jean-Claude's dark figure moved, and lights came on inside the ring. Harry frowned as he saw the large floodlights pointed from a short height down on the ground. Bathing everything in a dull white light, Draco stepped out of the shadows into the light. Draco was dressed in traditional school robes for Hogwarts, but as he threw them back in the midst of the dull lighting he was bare chested, he'd been hitting the gym a lot more in the last few weeks, it showed off, even in the bad lighting. He pulled the cloak off to reveal he was in naught but a pair of nearly transparent baggy harem pants.

'What the hell?' Harry thought to himself.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen." Draco took a bow. "What you see tonight will astound and amaze." He gave a toothy smile and got a nervous laugh from the vampire friendly humans. "I trust we have no vampires in the lower ten rows?" Draco looked around as a few vampires moved and went farther up. "Thank you. I wouldn't want to cause an accident." He smiled a soft smile that he'd only learned since being freed of the dark mark.

With a flick of his wand he removed the cover filter off of one of the floodlights. Instantly the dull lighting became more like daylight. The crowd gasped. They knew from the fangs he was a vampire. And he'd warned the other vampires to avoid the coming light. Jean-Claude couldn't POSSIBLY be paying this man to commit suicide for their entertainment.

"Don't worry my kind audience, I won't be doing bodily harm to myself." Draco bowed, spelling off the filters one by one till suddenly he was standing in the center of the UV lamps. Instantly his body grew its diamond skin over itself and he shone like a living diamond statue. The reaction of the crowd went from a gasp to open shock to eventually standing and clapping. Draco bowed. "But the show has only begun." He showed his sparkling fangs. He sat down with his legs crossed and picked up a flute he'd left near his dragon skin bag in the center of the lights.

He began to skillfully play the flute as he smiled around it and looked up at the people watching. Many were confused and bewildered, but some where starting to sway with the tune Draco was playing. Gasps came as the bag began to move in tune as well. Several began standing to watch as Draco continued to play. They began to gather it was some kind of snake charming act. Some sat back down when they realized that. Wondering to themselves why anyone would go to this level of performance for a simple snake charming act.

As they watched though, the bag twitched and spasmed, till a scantly clad Melanie stood in its opening. Her eyes wide with the enchantment of the sound that held her mind. She danced with Draco's every movement. He danced in time with the tempo and danced Melanie till she was in the middle of dipping herself back when her human form split forth and revealed her Lamia body. She hissed and continued dancing, still dressed in naughty but sexy looking leather armor. Draco continued to play till he eventually danced her back into the bag.

"How'd she get in there?" Draco frowned. Shrugging he stretched and settled back down. The crowd sat down with him and listened to the music as it built up and up again. They weren't surprised this time when some of them stood. Figuring it was again the pretty woman, they didn't really care that the bag seemed to shake more this time. If he wanted to keep dancing with the beauty, then they'd let him.

But as the flap of the bag opened the gasps returned as a monstrous head erupted out of the too tiny bag. The shrinking charms extended only to the opening, allowing the basilisk to slither out, decompressing as it went. Once it was fully out it sat there blindly dancing to Draco's song. With out a word, he gracefully stood, still playing, and began to dance around the lighted area, causing some of the crowd and the giant snake to dance with him. As his tune sped up so did his steps, keeping his dance and movements in time to the music he was producing. The beet sped and sped, everyone trying hard to keep up with the song. Till eventually even the beast seemed to tire of the pace.

Draco looked up into the enchanted eyes of the basilisk and nodded to the beast. It gave a low growl, the signal they'd worked out weeks ago. It began to fall and Draco moved out of its way. The beast lay defeated on its side as Draco danced near its head. His tune becoming more and more insistent as he darted to and fro. His tune implored the fallen beast, which began to raise its seemingly dead head and slithered back into the bag. Draco kicked the bag and snapped his flute in half.

"Damn thing's defective." He spit on the broken halves before pulling a new flute from a pocket in the nearly transparent pants he was wearing. He began playing again and this time the bag opened up to reveal a normal snake rising up and dancing in time with the music. Draco smiled as the snake sank back into the bag. He looked around at the speechless audience who quickly found their hands and began clapping.

Draco bowed and smiled a toothy fanged grin as he sat back, panting hard. The movements had only slightly winded him, which he attributed to his vampire strength and stamina. He basked in the joy of knowing he had a job, something to take him out of the house at night, and hopefully out of Anita's hair for a while. He waved to the crowd and then with a flick of his wand covered the lights. His diamond skin only lasting a little while in the dim light before dissolving back towards his back. He smirked as it gave him an idea. Well he knew what he'd be doing tomorrow.
***

"What is he doing?" Harry came down to where Nathaniel was looking out the patio doors at Draco's naked shinning body.

"He's sun bathing...." Nathaniel said, blinking at the image. "A vampire... is sun bathing.... when he has diamond skin...."

"I don't understand it either." Harry sighed as he crossed his arms. "But I'm sure he's got a reason. A stupid reason I'll grant you, but a reason." He sighed again.

"I just worry that he's lost his mind." Nathaniel shook his head.

"Naw, Draco's many things. But insane isn't one of them. Not yet anyways. Ask me again in a few thousand years." He shrugged. "Oh well. Is there anything to drink?" He smiled.

"Lemonade in the fridge." Nathaniel grinned.

"Okay." Harry hugged Nathaniel and went to get himself a glass. Ever since completing his transformation into a Tarat, Harry's body had been demanding more and more food and sweet things to drink. Nathaniel had offered to get a second fridge the way Harry was eating.

"He's coming in." Nathaniel pointed.

"Hi Harry." Draco called, his hard uncut cock bouncing even as its diamond skin remained intact. He stopped outside the door, still naked and hard and in the sun. "I came up with an idea that I wanted to try today." He grinned, turning around he backed into the room but stopped with his hard cock still out in the sunlight. A flick of his wand created a kind of barrier to hold him there, exposing his cock and balls to the sun.

"What the hell are you doing?" Harry sat down his now empty glass.

"You'll see." Draco said with a smirk before casting a few more charms. Not the least of which was a hover charm. He then pulled through the barrier, his now flesh and blood hard cock flopping as he moved, but the diamond dick still floating in mid air on the porch. Draco waved his wand and the diamond skin floated in and sat on the counter. He started muttering spell after spell faster then Harry could understand them till Harry gasped. The hollow diamond cock was now growing full with diamond material.

"You're... making a diamond simulacrum?" Harry frowned.

"What's a simulacrum?" Nathaniel blinked.

"It's a replica of a body part. In this case he's replicating his cock out of diamond...." Harry looked from the now solid diamond cock to his lover. "May I ask why?" He settled in for a stupid reason to unfold.

"I'm staying here rent free, using up Anita's space, driving her up the wall. So I'm going to get some quick cash and help out a little."

"And the cock?"

"I know a jeweler in town who likes... exotic cuts." He smirked. "Though in this case it's uncut." He gave a toothy grin at his own joke.

"Draco." Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're doing this so you have some money on hand?"

"That and I wanted to help. Most of my funds are currently tied up in fixing my house that Edward blew up, and securing some magical artifacts I'm going to need for my research. But the bulk of the estate that's in my name is being held up between the lawyers, the managers of the estate, and customs. Apparently their having a tough time believing father put in a clause about vampires getting full inheritance."

"You know there's something wrong with you... right?" Harry squeezed the bridge of his nose.

"What?" Draco looked confused.

"Nothing...." Harry went and refilled his glass.

"He's just not sure you've thought through selling a copy of your cock." Nathaniel shrugged.

"Oh I've thought it through. I just don't find it as... inhibiting as he does." Draco shot the back of Harry's head a look. "You'd think with all of his kinks and sexual habits that he wouldn't find this so disarming. But then he was raised by repressed muggles." Draco shrugged.

"The Dursley's were not repressed." Harry said through tight lips.

"Harry, they told you sex was the naughty dirty thing you did with the dirty bits of your body that they wouldn't tell you the names of." Draco took his turn to sigh. "I was in the library when you were talking about it with Hermione." Draco answered Harry's questioning look, much to Harry's blush.

"okay." Harry stammered out. "Maybe they were a little repressive." He went back to hiding his face in the fridge.

"I don't mean it as a bad thing... well yeah I do." Draco shrugged. "But their muggles. Its not like I expect them to have manors." Nathaniel hit Draco on the back of the head. "What?" Draco frowned.

"Till I mated with Harry I was muggle. So was Sam. And several of the people in this house were muggle before they died." Nathaniel crossed his arms.

"I'm rude and prejudice about magic use and non magical people." Draco pointed to himself. "Most of it was drilled in by my father and is utter crap." Draco conceded. "But some is actually fact."

"How can any part of your prejudice be based on fact?" Nathaniel crossed his arms.

"I'll concede that over time the pure blood families are getting closer and closer to true inbreeding. Which will not help anyone. But they're doing it for a good reason. Magic has levels to it. Children from only magic families can literally access higher levels of magic while there is a limit to what most muggle borns can reach. Now I'm not saying every muggle born is doomed to only get so far. Genetics and random DNA allow for flukes in the theory." Draco manifested cloths as he jumped up and sat on a counter.

"A typical muggle born has issues making a broom fly. They have issues doing class six charms in most cases. While magic born children have been scored as high as a class eighty spell. Granted the highest spell on record is a class ninety-nine, which was cast by Merlin himself. But he was created between to magical beings and a God. So he has excuses. But there's a big leap between a class six and a class eighty." Draco sighed.

"Give me an example of that." Harry came in and frowned.

"Class six charms would be things like this." Draco pointed his wand at a toaster. With out a word he turned it into a small crystal parrot that started talking. "The kind of thing we learned between fifth and sixth year. Not that hard but we both know many students who had horrible troubles with that spell." Harry nodded, he remembered Seamus blowing up the bits of scrap metal every time he tried it for the better part of a month. Dean had done only slightly better. "While this is a class eighty spell." Draco pointed his wand at empty space and caused, in mid air, roots to grow out of emptiness till it formed a small rain forest growing out of that spot in every direction in a sphere. The forest began to literally rain water down on the counter but the rain turned into silver liquid and formed into a plate, then began forming into a delicately cut piece of lasagna. Then it rained down liquid that became silverware and a glass, then the glass filled with a seven colored liquid that seemed to be mixing here and there. The rain transformed into snow and the snow turned into ptarmigan cheese.

"But... you can't conjure food out of thin air." Harry gasped.

"I didn't. I created a summoning spell that punched a hole in reality. Kind of like a continual apperating in, which brought in a fast growing magical plant that produces rain, then while it rained I set a transfiguration spell to change the atoms of the water into raw electrons, protons, and neutrons till they rebounded and formed the food, drink, and flatware." Draco leaned over and cut a piece off of the food, taking it in and sighing. "I do so miss being able to eat food." He shrugged. "But yeah, I mastered this spell when I was twelve."

"But they don't teach anything remotely like this at Hogwarts." Harry frowned.

"They let muggle borns in. They have to make the classes and subjects lower level so they can be grasped and used by the students. So they don't teach over a class seven spell. And most of the books don't contain over a class nine spell in them, and that's the restricted section. Now some bloodlines do create stronger muggle borns. Riddle was insane, but he was able to do a class thirty spell. And the Malfoys have only ever created one muggle born and he was able to produce a class sixty spell before he was... trimmed off of the family tree." Draco said flatly.

"He was killed?" Harry bit his lip.

"My father's brother. And yes, his father decided that as punishment for being born, murdered him. A stupid reason to kill anyone." Draco sighed. "But, Hogwarts no longer teaches these kinds of magics because they can't. Only maybe 1/4th of the school has the power to pull off those spells. They'd have all sorts of unhappy parents, students, and public utterly finding the situation unacceptable. So they just do the easy thing and avoid telling them that that form of magic exists. Which only hurts us in the long run."

"How's that?" Harry pulled a seat in and sat down backwards on the chair, leaning on the back of it to watch Draco.

"Think about it. The people making the laws in London's magical community all went to Hogwarts. They all learned their magic there. They all learned that only the greats, which are rare for some unknown reason to them, can go beyond a class nine so they publicize more books with lower class charms. They commission researchers and writers to write spells and find more class three charms for the every day public. Their creating a restriction on the whole of the magical world, dumbing down the entire magical world till eventually no one outside of the pureblood families which are on their way out now, will know about the other magics. With no one teaching them, eventually those forms of magic will be lost entirely. There's a whole hidden library at home that deals with class sixty spells that could have wiped out Riddle with one word. But Dumbledore never thought to even tell you that. Because he was assuming because your mother was muggle born that you wouldn't be able to do them." Draco saw Harry bristling at mention of his mother.

"I'm not saying that's the case. I'm not even saying your mother's a bad person for having born muggle born. From what I've read of her, she's one of the rare gifted witches that I wish would have lived. The fish you told me about that she made for Slughorn... that was a class forty life linked spell. Her life force reaffirmed the magic in the spell. That's advanced stuff that I'm not even sure I could do. Your mother had a knack for charms in a way no one has since. And your dad came from old magic. A very VERY big power house in the pure blood houses. Your dad's family at their weakest were able to do class seventy spells. So the combination created you. You have talents, skills, and abilities that you get from both parents. Genetically speaking you're an even rarer combination. And that's before the Tarat powers mixed in. The fact is, if you read up and practiced a little I think you could probably even understand some of the magic in the Merlin Codex."

"The Merlin Codex?" Harry blinked.

"Merlin wrote over nine hundred books of magic. The Merlin Codex is just one that the Malfoy family has. Granted we have six of the forty books that survived to today. In fact... Sumara Codexus Merlin." Draco held out his hand and a large red leather book appeared in his hand. "Here it is." He handed it to Harry.

"This was written by Merlin?" Harry looked skeptical.

"Yep." Draco smiled. "I have an original of the Laws of Merlin. I know it's hard to believe but trust me. This is legit. Malfoy's don't buy or steal with out checking out the item thoroughly. We're detail whores." Draco shrugged. "Now.. I want you to try this spell." Draco flipped pages till he pointed out a complex looking magical pattern.

"Draco, I didn't study anything REMOTELY this complicated for my Newts. Hell this is more complex then Hermione's notes. And she did things in such a complex way that everything else was simple in comparison." Harry scanned down the page. "And this spell works?" Harry asked after getting to the end of it.

"Yep. I've seen it done before. I'm not that great at it..." Draco confessed. "Granted I've not tried it since I became a vampire. It's had a marked improvement on my magical talents since I've turned." Draco shrugged.

"Something to look in to...." Harry said off handedly as he reread the spell formula. "But this contradicts several magical laws we were taught." Harry pointed to a section of the spell.

"You mean the laws they wrote to explain their weakness?" Draco countered.

"Okay... you do have a point." Harry sighed. "And you think I can pull this off why?" He looked disbelieving up at Draco.

"Because you're just that good." Draco smiled.

"I'll practice later... something tells me this has the penitential to back fire worse then that time Seamus tried to make rum and blew off both eye brows... not to mention all his head hair." Harry grinned.

"Well I know it can create an indoor lightning storm or an explosion if done incorrectly.... not all the Slytherins are as powerful as they like to play at." Draco said mater-of-factly.

"That both scares and pleases me." Harry said as he read the spell again.

"That is as it should be." Draco grinned as he rocked back and forth on the counter.

"Hey guys!?" Sam called from the other room.

"In here!" Draco yelled for him to follow.

"SO." Sam said in his louder voice. "How's your day?" He huffed as he crossed his arms.

"What's wrong?" Harry looked up from his book, sensing something out of place with Sam.

"Not much. I just got fired." Sam slumped against the wall, already sulking.

"You what?" Draco frowned.

"I got fired." Sam shrugged. "Because I'm a gay werewolf and they don't want my kind of negative pr." Sam closed his eyes, mentally counting to ten.

"What are you planning on doing?" Draco turned to face him.

"We're going to fight this." Anita came down from upstairs. "Dean called me and filled me in. He'll be here tonight."

"Thanks." Sam sighed as Harry and Nathaniel came over and cuddled him out of no where. "Thanks guys." He chuckled, slowly growing accustom to their tactile ways.
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Agents	By : Notsalony Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter Views: 5352 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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