Pairing: undecided
Eternally
Chapter 1:
Harry Potter isn't quite sure how he got stuck in this situation.
He looks around.
Blinks and still isn't sure how he got into this.
Good news though! He's positive it's all Ron's fault.
See Harry Potter was a vampire, more or less 10,000 years old or just about that, really he is. So, considering how old he is; he was bound to make a few (dozen) vampire's to keep him company and he did. Two of his more... interesting creations just happened to go by the names Ronald Weasley and Draco Malfoy. To say they hated each others guts was like saying it was "kinda" hot in Hell or Mount Everest was "sort of" tall. No, Ron and Draco would rather chop their own arms off using a dull, rusty knife then be even slightly civil to each other.
And Harry was okay with that... Mostly. Okay so, he may have kinda fueled their hatred of each other just a tiny bit. So what? It was just for entertainment's sake. After all when your 10,000 you've more or less done it all.
Anyways, back to the... dilemma he was currently in.
He was in... North America, maybe?
Harry glance around one more time, just to be certain.
Yeah, definitely North America. How he got here he's still not entirely sure. See, Harry was flying a plane in the general direction of Egypt or he assumes he was, but then again it's been a couple (hundred) years since he's actually bothered using a map. So, maybe he got turned around a little or possibly a lot.
Now, on that plane there had been, oh say 200 gallons of whip cream, Ron, Harry, and a revenge plan involving Draco Malfoy's Egypt Summer Time Manor. As you have already been informed Harry was piloting the plane. While Ron was taking care of the last minute detail of having Draco in the house when the whip cream bomb was dropped.
Here's where things get a little fuzzy, Harry had been flying the plane for just about 14 hours. (Which was when they'd should of realized something was wrong. I mean really they were maybe 2 hours away from Egypt, at most.) So, yeah Ron's A.D.D. was starting to kicking in and it all went down from there.
Next thing Harry knows is there are at least 7 horse sized dogs growling at Ron and him, everything with in the mile is bleached white from the whip cream and he isn't quite sure where the airplane is.
There's the sound of displaced air, a gigantic thud, and an explosion.
Okay, there might have been 2 small explosions that actually did a combo to make one awesome display of a plane going "Boom!", but in any case the end is still one big explosion.
Oh, and he now knows where the plane is. That's good. He can't really use it considering it is now not one plane, but hundreds of small piles of debris. Still, at least he knows it actually fell form the sky. Knowing his luck it could have just as easily kept going until crashing into a historical landmark like Mount Rushmore, The Statue of Liberty, The Great Wall of China and The Eiffel Tower. Or all four of them and still have enough fuel left to run over a Prime Minister or two.
All in all the plane falling down with Ron and him? Yeah, that was actually some pretty good luck. Them landing in the middle of a supernatural pack of wolves, however? Not so much.
Harry sighs looks around for the last time, still thinking it's all Ron's fault. Before speaking.
"Ummm... I can pay for that."