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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
24,254
Reviews:
184
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
Disclaimer:
I don’t own Harry Potter or Pitch Black. I do not make any money from this story.
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or Pitch Black. I do not make any money from this story.
Pairings: Riddick/Harry (hot, Hot, HOT)
Rating: M – swearing and sex scenes
(ME) well here we are again with the next chapter. Hope you enjoy and again a big thank you to Phee-chan. And I would also like to thank my reader for the wonderful reviews.
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(Harry’s Thoughts)
~Riddick’s thoughts~
“Talking”
Chapter 4
After staring at Riddick for a few more seconds, Harry moved out of the ship and headed to the cargo hold with the others. Once inside, Harry moved off to the side looking for his bag.
“The whole container’s upside down. It’s all topsy-turvy,” Paris said as he unlocked a chain that was wrapped around an ancient sarcophagus. “Thank goodness it’s not a total loss.” He opened it, revealing a great amount of bottles of alcohol. Harry winced at the thought of drinking cheap alcohol as he watched from the shadows, retreating with his bag in hand.
“I don’t suppose this will help you at all,” Fry said, looking at the doorway. Harry looked to see Imam and his sons.
“Unfortunately, it is not permitted. Especially while on hajj,” he explained.
“You realize there’s no water, don’t you?” John said, giving the man a sceptical look.
“All deserts have water. It only waits to be found.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“He doesn’t need to hope,” Harry said as he stepped into the light. “I have two bottles with me. It should be enough for you and your sons till we find more water.” Harry opened his bag and pulled out two hefty bottles.
Imam's eyes widened as Harry walked over to give them both to him. “I can not take your water, Harry. You will need it more,” he said. Fry was about to open her mouth when Harry gave her a sharp look that shut her up fast.
“You and your two oldest sons may be able to go a long time without water, but the youngest cannot.” Before Imam could protest further, Harry handed him one of the bottles. He handed the other to the youngest boy, Ali. “Don't drink it all in one go,” Harry said to him with a wink. He walked ahead out of the cargo hold, carrying the bag over one shoulder.
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As all the survivors where busy, so was Riddick. Turing his head, he looked thought the hole in the blindfold. Spotting a break above him in the bulkhead he was chained to and a cutting torch not too far away, he made a quick plan. ~Mmm… think its time to go.~
Riddick stood slowly, raising his arms behind him.
CRACK!
CRACK!
He groans as he dislocates both shoulders before lifting them overhead. He passes the chains through the broken bulkhead. He relocates his shoulders before jumping forward, grabbing the cutting torch. He left the cockpit and ran towards the yellow sun, dropping his bit for John to find before backtracking toward the blue sun.
~Just my fucking luck he~ thought irritably. ~Three fucking suns~
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Harry didn’t know what to feel about Riddick’s escape, but it wasn’t fear of the likes that was coming from everyone, nor was it the anger that was coming from Johns as the man grabbed his big gun. (Maybe he’s making up for something else where.) Harry had to hold in a chuckle at the thought.
“What the hell are these?” Fry asked Paris as he walked by her, arms full of old weapons and what looked like a shield.
“They’re Maratha crow-bill war picks from India. Very rare,” he explained. As Zeke began asking questions, Harry turned them out to help Jack and Ali learn how to hold their weapons.
“What’s the point anyway? If the man is gone, then he’s gone. Why should he bother with us?” Paris asked them.
“Maybe to take what you got. Maybe to work your nerves. Or maybe to just come back and skull fuck you in your sleep,” Johns said in a calm voice. (Well if Riddick doesn’t work their nerves, then Johns will,) Harry though as he heard this.
“Sounds like a charmer,” said Shazza.
(Doesn’t he,) Harry purred in his mind before following the others outside.
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“Imam! If we’re looking for water, we should leave soon. Before nightfall, while it’s cooler,” Fry said walking over to them.
Harry looked up from looking inside his bag at that. (Now what is the bitch up to?) But before he could say anything, Paris came running up to them.
“Excuse me. I think you should see this.” They followed him and were shocked at what they saw.
“Three suns?” Jack asked.
“Bloody hell,” Shazza said in disbelief.
“Oh this is just fucking great,” Harry said under his breath. (Now I’m so happy to be part Elf or I’d be my dust’s dust right about now).
“So much for your nightfall,” Zeke said.
“So much for my cocktail hour,” Paris said lamely. Harry rolled his eyes at that. Harry turned as Imam spoke up.
“We take this as a good sign. A path, direction from Allah. Blue sun, blue water,” he said happily
“It’s a bit of a bad sign. That’s Riddick’s direction,” Johns said, pointing to the blue sun. Harry looked to the way Riddick had gone and a small smile again made its way onto his face before it went blank again. As Johns walked away from Zeke after handing him a gun, Harry walked alongside him.
“I will be coming with you and the others,” he said calmly. Johns looked towards him.
“ I think it’d be best if you stay here with the others.”
“It would be safer if I went with the six of you. You can’t look after all of them on your own, now can you?” Harry said with a smirk on his face. He strode forward to walk alongside Imam and his boys. (Bastard thinks he could stop me. Like I would trust him and the so-called captain to look after Imam and the boys, especially Ali. I’m beginning to get a bit of a soft spot for that kid, and Jack too. Better keep a close eye on them. There is danger here, and it isn’t Riddick)
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(ME) ok I have to ask this. Who do you want Harry to kiss in the next chapter:
Riddick
Johns
Fry (she’s there for fun but there no way in heaven and hell she is kissing Harry well maybe he’ll kiss her on the neck when he is hungry ;-))
Please Review or I’ll think you don’t like it (cries) I hope you do. Well see you all with the next chapter sometime next week if your all good.^_^
Pairings: Riddick/Harry (hot, Hot, HOT)
Rating: M – swearing and sex scenes
(ME) well here we are again with the next chapter. Hope you enjoy and again a big thank you to Phee-chan. And I would also like to thank my reader for the wonderful reviews.
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(Harry’s Thoughts)
~Riddick’s thoughts~
“Talking”
Chapter 4
After staring at Riddick for a few more seconds, Harry moved out of the ship and headed to the cargo hold with the others. Once inside, Harry moved off to the side looking for his bag.
“The whole container’s upside down. It’s all topsy-turvy,” Paris said as he unlocked a chain that was wrapped around an ancient sarcophagus. “Thank goodness it’s not a total loss.” He opened it, revealing a great amount of bottles of alcohol. Harry winced at the thought of drinking cheap alcohol as he watched from the shadows, retreating with his bag in hand.
“I don’t suppose this will help you at all,” Fry said, looking at the doorway. Harry looked to see Imam and his sons.
“Unfortunately, it is not permitted. Especially while on hajj,” he explained.
“You realize there’s no water, don’t you?” John said, giving the man a sceptical look.
“All deserts have water. It only waits to be found.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“He doesn’t need to hope,” Harry said as he stepped into the light. “I have two bottles with me. It should be enough for you and your sons till we find more water.” Harry opened his bag and pulled out two hefty bottles.
Imam's eyes widened as Harry walked over to give them both to him. “I can not take your water, Harry. You will need it more,” he said. Fry was about to open her mouth when Harry gave her a sharp look that shut her up fast.
“You and your two oldest sons may be able to go a long time without water, but the youngest cannot.” Before Imam could protest further, Harry handed him one of the bottles. He handed the other to the youngest boy, Ali. “Don't drink it all in one go,” Harry said to him with a wink. He walked ahead out of the cargo hold, carrying the bag over one shoulder.
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As all the survivors where busy, so was Riddick. Turing his head, he looked thought the hole in the blindfold. Spotting a break above him in the bulkhead he was chained to and a cutting torch not too far away, he made a quick plan. ~Mmm… think its time to go.~
Riddick stood slowly, raising his arms behind him.
CRACK!
CRACK!
He groans as he dislocates both shoulders before lifting them overhead. He passes the chains through the broken bulkhead. He relocates his shoulders before jumping forward, grabbing the cutting torch. He left the cockpit and ran towards the yellow sun, dropping his bit for John to find before backtracking toward the blue sun.
~Just my fucking luck he~ thought irritably. ~Three fucking suns~
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Harry didn’t know what to feel about Riddick’s escape, but it wasn’t fear of the likes that was coming from everyone, nor was it the anger that was coming from Johns as the man grabbed his big gun. (Maybe he’s making up for something else where.) Harry had to hold in a chuckle at the thought.
“What the hell are these?” Fry asked Paris as he walked by her, arms full of old weapons and what looked like a shield.
“They’re Maratha crow-bill war picks from India. Very rare,” he explained. As Zeke began asking questions, Harry turned them out to help Jack and Ali learn how to hold their weapons.
“What’s the point anyway? If the man is gone, then he’s gone. Why should he bother with us?” Paris asked them.
“Maybe to take what you got. Maybe to work your nerves. Or maybe to just come back and skull fuck you in your sleep,” Johns said in a calm voice. (Well if Riddick doesn’t work their nerves, then Johns will,) Harry though as he heard this.
“Sounds like a charmer,” said Shazza.
(Doesn’t he,) Harry purred in his mind before following the others outside.
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“Imam! If we’re looking for water, we should leave soon. Before nightfall, while it’s cooler,” Fry said walking over to them.
Harry looked up from looking inside his bag at that. (Now what is the bitch up to?) But before he could say anything, Paris came running up to them.
“Excuse me. I think you should see this.” They followed him and were shocked at what they saw.
“Three suns?” Jack asked.
“Bloody hell,” Shazza said in disbelief.
“Oh this is just fucking great,” Harry said under his breath. (Now I’m so happy to be part Elf or I’d be my dust’s dust right about now).
“So much for your nightfall,” Zeke said.
“So much for my cocktail hour,” Paris said lamely. Harry rolled his eyes at that. Harry turned as Imam spoke up.
“We take this as a good sign. A path, direction from Allah. Blue sun, blue water,” he said happily
“It’s a bit of a bad sign. That’s Riddick’s direction,” Johns said, pointing to the blue sun. Harry looked to the way Riddick had gone and a small smile again made its way onto his face before it went blank again. As Johns walked away from Zeke after handing him a gun, Harry walked alongside him.
“I will be coming with you and the others,” he said calmly. Johns looked towards him.
“ I think it’d be best if you stay here with the others.”
“It would be safer if I went with the six of you. You can’t look after all of them on your own, now can you?” Harry said with a smirk on his face. He strode forward to walk alongside Imam and his boys. (Bastard thinks he could stop me. Like I would trust him and the so-called captain to look after Imam and the boys, especially Ali. I’m beginning to get a bit of a soft spot for that kid, and Jack too. Better keep a close eye on them. There is danger here, and it isn’t Riddick)
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(ME) ok I have to ask this. Who do you want Harry to kiss in the next chapter:
Riddick
Johns
Fry (she’s there for fun but there no way in heaven and hell she is kissing Harry well maybe he’ll kiss her on the neck when he is hungry ;-))
Please Review or I’ll think you don’t like it (cries) I hope you do. Well see you all with the next chapter sometime next week if your all good.^_^