: A Wicked Lovely (Melissa Marr) and Harry Potter (J.K. Rowling) crossover:
Chapter 1
A boy of 17 years walked down a dark, (what he thought was) deserted street of Huntsdale, and was thinking 'Perfect, I am in a different country, my family-who took me there- abandoned me, and now I have no where to go.' Life could not be any worse for Harry Potter; that was until huge drops of rain fell from the cloudy sky. Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head, 'Damn'.
He was lucky, that in his stuff that he had, there was an umbrella (how that got there, we will never know).He sat on a bench, but not before kicking it…hard. He let his head fall back and thought 'Why am I not surprised'. He crossed his hands over his chest and the umbrella was still in his hand.
On the bench across from him, was two fairies, invisible to humans. One, a man, with silver hair-like metal and had a black sun tattoo on his neck and a woman with long white hair and blue lips like that of the dead and a wolf on her right. Both looked at the human with interest and in the man's case, awe. Keenan, King of Summer, and Donia, Queen of winter were walking when they saw the boy and Keenan fell in love…again.
Keenan found out a few years ago that he didn't just like women, he liked men too. To Keenan, Harry looked gorgeous, standing a 5 foot 4 inches, with black messy hair and emerald green eyes that sparkled. He looked even more beautiful in the rain, drenched, with drops of water clinging to him. Keenan thought to himself-with a smirk, 'and he is all mine'.
'Yep,' Keenan thought, 'he is all mine and no one else will be aloud to even look at him in a wrong way. He will be my prince; no one else will be aloud to touch him ever again.' Keenan smirked as he stared at what was his. Donia shook her head and smiled at the summer king; "You are smitten with this one, yes?" Keenan glanced at her before turning his gaze back to the raven haired beauty. "Yes, Donia, but he more than just a smitten, he is the one; the one that will be mine forever, there will be absolutely no other." He said as he memorized each move the boy made.
Turning you attention back to the 'boy' or Harry as he is named, he was thinking of a way to contact someone from England when a 'POP' was heard. Then Harry was jumped and knocked over the bench on to the ground with a black, shaggy dog over him. "Damn it Padfoot! You're drooling!" Then Harry paused, 'wait', he thought, "Padfoot?" he said with confusion. 'How is he here?'
"Ok, Padfoot, get off Harry now please.", said a smirking Remus. Harry smiled at him, "Hey Remy, what's up?" he then frowned, "Moony! I told you never to call me 'Harry' to call me 'Ry'" (A/N- pronounced like Ree) Remus let out a bark of a laugh and said, "Ok, 'Ry', but really we are going to a hotel tonight and catching a flight to England tomorrow, so Padfoot get off him!"
Keenan's eye widened, 'No! They would not take his Prince away!' Donia was thinking something else, 'Where did those two come from, they seemed to come out of nowhere.' So she nudged Keenan and shared her thoughts with him and soon he was trying to understand too. They heard 'Ry' ask the man, "Why not apparate?" and the guy, 'Remy', said "because it's too far and too many people to transport at one time."
"What is 'apparate' Donia?" Keenan asked the Queen beside him. Donia glared at him and snapped, "How the hell should I know? You have lived longer than I have, idiot." Keenan, raised an eyebrow at her and was about to comment back when he saw, in the corner of his eye, 'Remy' put his hand on his boy. He growled low in his throat, and if it weren't for Donia, he would have attacked.
They saw Keenan's new obsession, glance their way and looked like he was going to come forward, then shook his head and turn away. "Well than, Professor," said the smirking teenager, "lead on, I am getting horribly soaked." Then the 'Professor just smacked him on the back of the head and said, "Imp."
The next Day:
Keenan and Donia sat outside the hotel the next day with two of the fairy guards. "I want you to stop any plane heading for England, leaving from any nearby airports." Keenan told them, and they nodded and left to report to other fairies, to help out. "I do not want what is mine to be leaving this country, I need a few days and soon he will never even think of leaving my side." He said to Queen Donia in his 'kingly' attitude.
The Queen rolled his eyes, and shook her head, praying for this boy and what will become of him. Said boy walked out of the hotel with the dog and the man by his side. "So Harry, have you heard from Draco, Ron or Hermione this summer?" 'Harry' shook his head and replied, "No I sent Hedwig to Ron's before I left." Remus shook his head. "Well what will you tell them when you get back?" Harry looked at him and shrugged, "No clue but hell if I am getting anywhere near Draco and Hermione when they are told."
Remus stopped walking and looked at Harry, "Why?" Harry put his hands on his hips and looked at him like he should know. "Well you know those two, both are extremely protective of me. I mean Ron is too, but he mellow; Hermione thinks of me her little brother that needs extra protection, and Draco-he is my boyfriend and has beaten up five guys for me. Hermione would crush me to death and cry her eyes out and Draco would lock me in a room for a week till he is sure I am safe."
Keenan glared at nothing as he took in the fact that his Harry had a boyfriend. 'That would not due', he told himself, and he would have to fix that. "So to the airport." said the man. Harry looked at his old professor and asked, "Remus, have you ever been on a muggle plane?" 'Muggle?' both Donia and Keenan asked to themselves. "Yes Harry, once before, to fly to Australia because…well don't ask why; it's complicated."
When the two got there, people were running around screaming; 'what was going on?' thought the Remus, Sirius and Harry. While they were trying to find out what was wrong, they got lost in a sea of people, loosing each other in the process. That worked out well for Keenan as he took out a cloth and some Chloroform and covered Harry's mouth with it. Harry struggled at first but than sank into darkness and the last thing he remembered was someone holding on to him as if he were some delicate china (A/N-you know plate's cups etc…).
Keenan stared down at his future lover as he carried him back to where he lived. His love looked even more beautiful up close, with rose petal lips- so lush and full; high cheekbones that held a tinge of pink. He had also long, dark eyelashes and perfectly arched eyebrows. Keenan wished that those eyes would open to reveal the deep green orbs that he had come to love.
In his unconscious state, Harry snuggled closer to the King, which made him smile. 'Yes' Keenan, King of Summer thought, 'things will be great.'
Chapter 2