The Night Beguiles
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,984
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The One
TITLE: The Night Beguiles.
SUMMARY: Harry Potter, saviour of the wizarding world, is now the most powerful vampire to have lived. Will Jean-Claude help this new vamp, or try to kill it, with the help of Anita? Cross-over – Harry Potter, Anita Blake.
RATED: R
ENQUIRIES: If you have any questions please review and I’ll write the answer in the next chapter.
CHAPTER 2 : THE ONE
Harry shifted from his position he found himself in, lying on the floor in Privet Drive. He shook his head, trying to mentally remove the fogginess that was hovering over his common sense. He looked around slowly, then blinked hard and looked again. He could see perfectly, everything, and he could feel everything, a magical shift of energies locating most objects. He reached out to adjust his glasses only to find them missing. Oh yes, Harry knew he was in the shit house now, he’s done something, and sooner or later Dumbledore will be on his case with ministry officials chasing his arse.
He stood, with a liquid grace not often found with the newest of vampires, and moved into the kitchen. He leant on the kitchen sink and groaned slightly, increasing his feeling of a hangover. Grumbling with an incoherent follow up of curses he located the aspirin, and took 3, hoping to quell his queasy stomach.
Moaning again for the hell of it, he looked in the mirror and gave out a yelp. “my god,” he thought “I look like shit, I need to get out more, and eat more!”
He moved away from the mirror, not wanting to see his pitiful state and walked into the hallway where he froze. Lying on the floor was his cousin and Aunt, though they looked completely drained, to the point that their skin had shrunken back from their bones.
Then Harry remembered everything, well, most of it, and ran back into the mirror. He smirked revealing a set of pointy pearly whites, the smirked harder. He focussed on his image, and he changed. The bags and shadows were gone, the thin, hungry look changed into an aristocratic facial structure, and his eyes remained their usual piercing green.
He returned to the hallway and stepped over the dead bodies of his personal guardians. He glided upstairs gracefully and stepped into his room, coming in contact with the smell of decay and decomposition.
Maggots filled an empty vacuole of space where a portion of his uncle’s brain should be. Their writhing movements looking grotesque and desperate, but also a sick fascination led to Harry creeping closer to get a better look.
He nudged the body over and unfortunately sent it flying through the windows.
“Well,” he mumbled, “that was unexpected”
The smashing windows and flying decomposed body will not take long to alert the police, he thought, and grabbed his trunk and supplies in preparation for leaving.
It was at the point that he noticed the sunlight. He was a vampire, and yet he was awake during daytime hours? Something here was amiss surely, everyone knows vampires don’t like the sun, well, that and garlic. He shrugged visibly and made his way out of the house.
Onto freedom he thought, and went on his search for refuge and help, a thrill of excitement coursing through his veins. Harry Potter, was on his way up!
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Anita Blake forced her way through the circus of the damned in search for Jean Claude. She had been approached earlier today at the office by some European guy raving about “the one” being born and now, she wanted answers and knew exactly where to get them.
Jason, the werewolf, stepped out of Jean-Claude’s office and bumped straight into an irate Anita.
“Hey, hey, where you off to in such a hurry?” he grinned at her, and stepped back, knowing she liked her personal space.
“Where is he? I need to speak to him” she replied in monotone.
Jason stepped back into the room from which he came, and passed the message on. He then stepped back and opened the door to let her through. Anita thanked him and made her way to Jean-Claude.
He sat behind his desk in a white lace shirt and black leather trousers looking utterly irresistible. He eyed up her attire, black jeans, black trainers and a black tee shirt, and raised an eyebrow.
“Bert would not be happy with your dress sense this evening, ma petite!”
Bert was Anita’s boss, and forbade them to wear black, especially as her profession was to raise the dead, gave the wrong image you see.
“No pleasantries Jean-Claude, I’m hear on business, tell me what you know about “The one.”
He leant back in his chair, hands behind his head,
“Yes, I have been thinking of him recently, what would you like to know” He asked.
“Everything.”
SUMMARY: Harry Potter, saviour of the wizarding world, is now the most powerful vampire to have lived. Will Jean-Claude help this new vamp, or try to kill it, with the help of Anita? Cross-over – Harry Potter, Anita Blake.
RATED: R
ENQUIRIES: If you have any questions please review and I’ll write the answer in the next chapter.
CHAPTER 2 : THE ONE
Harry shifted from his position he found himself in, lying on the floor in Privet Drive. He shook his head, trying to mentally remove the fogginess that was hovering over his common sense. He looked around slowly, then blinked hard and looked again. He could see perfectly, everything, and he could feel everything, a magical shift of energies locating most objects. He reached out to adjust his glasses only to find them missing. Oh yes, Harry knew he was in the shit house now, he’s done something, and sooner or later Dumbledore will be on his case with ministry officials chasing his arse.
He stood, with a liquid grace not often found with the newest of vampires, and moved into the kitchen. He leant on the kitchen sink and groaned slightly, increasing his feeling of a hangover. Grumbling with an incoherent follow up of curses he located the aspirin, and took 3, hoping to quell his queasy stomach.
Moaning again for the hell of it, he looked in the mirror and gave out a yelp. “my god,” he thought “I look like shit, I need to get out more, and eat more!”
He moved away from the mirror, not wanting to see his pitiful state and walked into the hallway where he froze. Lying on the floor was his cousin and Aunt, though they looked completely drained, to the point that their skin had shrunken back from their bones.
Then Harry remembered everything, well, most of it, and ran back into the mirror. He smirked revealing a set of pointy pearly whites, the smirked harder. He focussed on his image, and he changed. The bags and shadows were gone, the thin, hungry look changed into an aristocratic facial structure, and his eyes remained their usual piercing green.
He returned to the hallway and stepped over the dead bodies of his personal guardians. He glided upstairs gracefully and stepped into his room, coming in contact with the smell of decay and decomposition.
Maggots filled an empty vacuole of space where a portion of his uncle’s brain should be. Their writhing movements looking grotesque and desperate, but also a sick fascination led to Harry creeping closer to get a better look.
He nudged the body over and unfortunately sent it flying through the windows.
“Well,” he mumbled, “that was unexpected”
The smashing windows and flying decomposed body will not take long to alert the police, he thought, and grabbed his trunk and supplies in preparation for leaving.
It was at the point that he noticed the sunlight. He was a vampire, and yet he was awake during daytime hours? Something here was amiss surely, everyone knows vampires don’t like the sun, well, that and garlic. He shrugged visibly and made his way out of the house.
Onto freedom he thought, and went on his search for refuge and help, a thrill of excitement coursing through his veins. Harry Potter, was on his way up!
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Anita Blake forced her way through the circus of the damned in search for Jean Claude. She had been approached earlier today at the office by some European guy raving about “the one” being born and now, she wanted answers and knew exactly where to get them.
Jason, the werewolf, stepped out of Jean-Claude’s office and bumped straight into an irate Anita.
“Hey, hey, where you off to in such a hurry?” he grinned at her, and stepped back, knowing she liked her personal space.
“Where is he? I need to speak to him” she replied in monotone.
Jason stepped back into the room from which he came, and passed the message on. He then stepped back and opened the door to let her through. Anita thanked him and made her way to Jean-Claude.
He sat behind his desk in a white lace shirt and black leather trousers looking utterly irresistible. He eyed up her attire, black jeans, black trainers and a black tee shirt, and raised an eyebrow.
“Bert would not be happy with your dress sense this evening, ma petite!”
Bert was Anita’s boss, and forbade them to wear black, especially as her profession was to raise the dead, gave the wrong image you see.
“No pleasantries Jean-Claude, I’m hear on business, tell me what you know about “The one.”
He leant back in his chair, hands behind his head,
“Yes, I have been thinking of him recently, what would you like to know” He asked.
“Everything.”