Title: I Blame Mr.Vampire-Guy-Who-Decided-To-Have-Me-For-Lunch-Then-Backed-Down-At-The-Last-Second
Summary: Alice died, Jasper has just gotten over this fact and takes a trip to Scotland. He stumbles across the Last Battle between Voldy and Harry Potter. Ignore the seventh book. Dumbldore didn't die. They had an easy going 7th year until Christmas Hols. Twilight/Harry Poter Crossover. The rest you shall have to read...
Warnings: Slash (As in BOYxBOY, Yaoi, M/M). Much swearing. I am american, so if the swearings are diff. in Britan then sorry, I don't speak ya'lls lingo. Possible lemon in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I will only write one for the whole story. I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter. They belong to Ms.Stephenie Meyer and Ms.J.K. Rowling.
Rating: M for later chapters
thoughts
spells
flashbacks
Others- Order members or Light side people
Masked Ones- Death Eaters
1: What the HELL!?
Jaspers POV
Gods Scotland was beautiful during the winter. The hills all pure white, the lake a glissening silver. Wait! Lake? What the crap is that noise? I walked to where I could hear shouts and smell lots of humans. The site that greeted me shocked me speechless. It was like nothing I had ever seen before.
There were people standing all over. You could tell who was against who by the clothing. Some wore long robes and masks, while the others wore an assortment of more fitting robes or normal clothes. All were pointing sticks at the others, a clear line drawn through he middle of the clearing. The ones with he masks outnumbered the others about 3 to 1, and there were about thirty of the masked ones.
At the head of the Masked Ones was a man?, snake thing. In front of the Others was a boy-no man- with dark ebony hair. He was about 5' 10" with black jeans, a red tee-shirt and combat boots on. He was pointing one of the sticks at the snake guy. I walked a little closer, curious as to what they were doing. I picked up the voices from about 300 feet off to one side.
"Fuck Voldy! Don't you get tired of this? I mean this is what, the eighth time we've met? I defeted you once, I will do it again." The ebony haired man said. His face was a amsk of indifference. His voice almost a whine. His emotions were realing though. Pain over shadowed by determination. Hopelessness over run by annoyance. But most announced was the hatred. Wave upon wave rolled off him. The air around him seemed to be electrified with it. The snake guy was talking back to the man.
"Language. Wouldn't want to leave a bad impression on these lovely..." He was cut off when the ebony haired man caught sight of me.
"Shuddup. Hold that thought. Whatever." The snake guy looked at him incredulously. He started walking toward me. All of the Others looked at him in confusion. The Masked Ones, well I couldn't see their faces but I could feel there confusion.
"Potter! What're you doing?! We have a war to win and you're just gonna walk off the battlefield and leave Voldemort alive?" A man with greasy hair and black eyes shouted at the man walking towards me.
"Leave him Severus. If he wishes to forefit then so be it." Voldemort? said, a snirk clear in his voice.
"Shut it Tom," He sneeredthe name at Voldemort and turned to the graesy haired man. "Snape. Shut up or I will hex you into oblivion. I am curious and you know me. When I get curious I get stupid. Well, I'm about to get very stupid so there! You all can start the fight without me because I am curoius." He hmphed and crossed his arms over his chest defiently, willing anyone to object. "Okay, if you all won't start this then I will. And finish it at the same time." His main emotion at the moment was annoyance. Curiosity was laced through that, and in the deepth of his mind I could feel reluctance. He grabbed his stick out of his pocket, much to the confusion of everyone, including Voldy/Tom, and pointed it at Voldy/Tom. "Aveda Kadavera." A green light shot out the end of his stick-thingy and into Tom's chest. Tom gave an involutary grunt and slumped to the ground, no longer breathing. "Well, that was very anti-climatical." He said lightly. Everyone else was too stunned to move. Why I didn't know but I was gonna find out.
"Harry." A red head in the back choked out. "You just killed the most powerful wizard in the world and the only th9ing you have to say is 'well, that was very anti-climatic'?" He asked in shock. The man, Harry I assumed, pretended to look thoughtful for a moment and then answered.
"Yup." A grin split his face and a chuckle escaped his throat. A great old man stepped forward, worry evident on his wisened face.
"Harry, are you okay?" He sounded really worried.
"Proffesor. I just killed Voldemort. I am jumping for joy right now!" He let out a whoop of joy and started dancing around. Three people started laughing at the front. A bushy haired girl, a red headed girl, and the red headed man from before. All the older people looked amused. Even the greasy haired man smiled slightly. All of a sudden he stopped dancing around and looked horrified. He blanched and his eyes went wide. He plopped down on the ground where he had previously stood and just stared blankly at the sky. All the Others were too busy rounding up the Masked Ones to notice his state so I walked over closer to him, only to stop a few feet away.
He smelled incredible. If this is what Bella smells like to Edward then I don't know how he stops. I lost all thoughts after that as I pounced on the fingure below me. He let out a startled cry as I sank my teeth into his pale neck.
What the fuck are you doing?! My sensible mind screamed.
Drinking his blood.
Well. STOP!
But he tastes sooooo good.
Let. Him. Go. Why my sensible voice sounded so much like my mother, Esme, I don't know. But since I always listen to Esme I let go of the man. He looked at me in shock before annoyance marred him features.
"Did you just turn me into a vampire?" He asked calmly. I just nodded my head guiltily. He sighed before standing up. "I hate you." His voice was laced with malice but resignation and amusment? "Well. Don't just sit there. Come on. We need to go tell old Dumbles.:" He stuck his hand out to me. I looked up at him in confusion. The guy wasn't trying to rip my throat out. He was going to help me up and he wasn't yelling at me. I took his hand and he pulled me up with a strength he didn't look like he could have. He started pulling by my hand through the people muttering under his breath. I caught it all. "Damn. Just when I thought I could finally just be normal. But nooooooo. I had to go and be almost eaten by a vampire. Damn luck. No, damn fucking coriosity. Well, curiosity killed the cat. I am in Gryffindor." He tapped the old wizard on the shoulder and waited impatiently for him to have his attention.
"Harry, my boy. What can I do for you? And who's this?" He asked pleasantly. There was a twinkle in his eyes that I didn't like, and probably had warrant to fear.
"We have a problem." He stated simply. I finally got a better look at the ebony haired man. He really was beautiful. I saw a flicker of pain cross his face and he grimaced. I got ready for the scream and collapsing. The only thing that happened was a deep scowl to enter his face. "Headmaster. Can you apparate us to the hospital wing. I would walk, but I would probably pass out before I got there and I promised Poppy I would come in concious next time. Please." The old man wasted no time in grabbing both our arms and suddenly it felt like I was being shoved in a tiney hole. Let's just say, it was not comfortable.
As sudden as the pain was there it was gone and was crashing to the ground. I almost did a face plant before strong, pale arms grabbed me around my shoulders. I was heaved upright and steadied by a hand on my shoulder. Harry was looking like he was gonna collapse but still had a good grip on my arm. He smirked knowingly and realeased my arm.
"Hey Poppy!" His voice was breathless, but still loud, reaching all the corners of the room we were in. It was lined with beds and curtains. An older woman came out and looked disapprovingly at Harry before busling over.
"What did you do this time Mistr Potter?" Her voice held amusment, her eyes concern.
"No yelling. I kept my promise. I'm still concious. But not for long." And he collapsed. Right into me, or my chest per say because I was behind him. I wrapped my arms around his chest to keep him upright and hauled him onto a bed, by orders of the older woman.
"What happened?" The older woman asked me. I hesitated. Should I tell her? What if they...I dunno...try to kill me? I didn't answer for the person in my arms spoke up in a voice laced with a great pain. I had my berriers up so I couldn't tell how much, but knew it had to hurt. The pain in his voice made my non-existant heart rip suddenly. I felt bad that I had caused pain to this beautiful creature.
"Poppy...just put...me in...my...room. He...needs...to stay...with me. I'll...tell...you...all...later. Make sure...to put...up the...strongest silencing...charms and...keep everyone...out of...my rooms...for...at the least...three days. Explain later." He gasped out and fell unconmcious again. The older woman looked torn. Finally a stretcher appaered out of no where and was floating next to the bed. I was scared. Where the fuck was I and who were these people.
She had me put him on the stretcher and bid me follow her. Harry writhered on the stretcher, making no sound but in obvious pain. Guilt washed through me agian. I had caused him pain. I had made that perfect face flush in agony. Gods, the man was beautiful.
No. Bad thoughts. You just turned him ino a vampire. NO thinking about what it would be like to kiss that sweet mouth, or the run your hands...NO! Not going there! Um...something gross. A turn-off! Anything. Why does my mind have brain freeze at the most inopertune moments? Uh...My parents going at it. Oh, ewwwwwww! Disgusting! Arousal is soooooo gone.
We had reached an old oak door and the old man said something to the portrait, which by the way was moving!, and entered through the hole in the wall. We walked through what looked like a caommon room, up some steps and into a doorm room with 4 beds in it. The old woman told me to put him on a bed decorated in gold and red comforter. He was still writhering, not making a sound. The old man gave me one quizzical look before leaving the room and locking the door.
In those three days Harry made not a sound, something that scarred me more than Edward having a temper-tantrum. In those three days I learned a number of things.
1: You should just walk away when you find a bunch of people pointing sticks at each other.
2: You don't want to be on the recieving end of a green light coming from said sticks.
3: I should not jump on anything that smelled as good as Harry did without thinking of the consequenses.
4: I was falling for the man wriggling in the bed beside me.
5: I really need to figure out why my inner voice sounds like Esme.
6: I really didn't mind falling for Harry.
And last but not least...
7: I have a heart, still!
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