Oh Deer, Harry
jayswing96's Challange : The New World
Pairing: Hannibal/Will/Harry
Warnings:
SLASH
Not Cannon
Time-skips
Grammar
AN: I just want you readers to know that this is actually my first time attempting Hannibal crossover, I have not seen the TV show, but I think I know a tiny, tiny fraction of it to write something about it.
The reason why I couldn't see it is that the times do not suit to actually watch every episode to catch on. And plus, NBC is hard to find for a poor gal like me.
Disclaimer: Holy fuck tits, This is god dam fan-fiction.I do not own Harry Potter or Hannibal
I One I
Tired.
Harry Potter was a tired old man.
Not like the usual old man who married, had kids, got grand kids and did what was worth the usual good time.
Harry Potter was not that kind of man, never was anyways in terms of his late relatives normalcy, he was the 'Master of Death'. He grown old, old as the world he once lived in was no more,no more for life to breath.
He was truly tired.
Time flowed and Harry took a breath and closed his eyes, awaiting for Death to carry him to the family he waited for.
He waited but it never came.
Death.
She is heartless and caring at the same time. So when she gave Harry a chance to live at that Halloween. She felt empty. She didn't understand, but that was her mistake after all, she always took care of her mess.
She took a sigh and grasps Harry's soul and placed in a child. The babe gave breath and cried.
She chuckled.
Harry can't be allowed to rest yet.
Not yet.
Beauty.
That what he saw. The man swayed right to the left as he placed the proper pastries in the cases.
The man looked up at the other and beckoned him to come inside.
He flushed and walked to the beautiful man, slightly tripping over a teenager's bag just to get the lovely man.
"Hello mate, would you like a pastry?" The rich velvety voice that had strong accent suggested the man was British.
He nodded and asked ," May I ask, What is your name?"
The man paused. He felt like he was being observed, striped to the flesh.
And the intensity stopped.
"Harry. Just Harry."
and his name too was given in returned.
"Will Graham. It's nice to meet you..." he trailed off, Harry getting the hint, replied with a smile and waved to an empty chair.
He never felt so relaxed. He truly did.
.
.
.
He was looking for a home. A home later offered by Harry, it was an apartment not a house though.
The landlady said dogs was okay, as long they don't make a ruckus. He smiled at the place he could call home.
.
.
.
Glancing at Harry, who in turn smiled, he couldn't but help think...
.
.
.
But was it safe from his secrets?
Empathy and Psychic
It wasn't that surprising when Will opened the door to hear him greeting him from half way the house and Will too would know what he was doing and would call on it.
It was the normal routine.
He and Will didn't mind at all. Because they were both freaks.
AN : Omg guys did i do spectacular fail all sides?
R&R
-Wisps