Title: A Shreveport Mystery

Author: enchanted nightingale

Crossover: Harry Potter/ Southern Vampire Mysteries

Summary: Harry was tired of all the attention he got in Europe and decided to hide. What better place to do that than Shreveport, Louisiana? He had not counted Vampires in the deal and especially Eric Northman.

Pairs: Harry Potter/ Eric Northman

Disclaimer: The characters from 'Harry Potter' books and 'Southern Vampire Mysteries' do not belong to me, but to their respective authors. I merely use them in my plot for fun.

A/N: It will be SLASH between male characters (Eric and Harry) but some fem slash as well (Pam and someone I have yet to decide), so do not read if you don't like it.

I will have Eric not being besotted with Sookie but that doesn't mean he won't like her, just that his intrigue will move on to Harry.

As for the Harry Potter universe, Voldemort was defeated, the Malfoys and a few others were with the good guys. I will throw in references in my story.

Chapter 2: Getting to know your neighbors

Willow's End:

Harry was pitiful the morning after he visited 'Fangtasia'.

While he had not been even remotely drunk, he still felt awful the next morning, as he always felt after staying up till morning hours and listening to loud music for hours on end. His head was throbbing and his eyes ached.

He got up from his large bed and padded to the kitchen to make coffee and then breakfast.

There was a hoot from Hedwig as the snowy owl came in from her window.

"Morning girl," Harry whispered.

The owl studied him. The wizard thought she looked like Minerva McGonagall when she ruffled her feathers, like she was ready to lay it in on him. How the owl gave him that impression he could never understand.

Then she was followed in by a frazzled pigeon. His owl glared the other bird. Harry recognized the local wizard paper (Louisiana's Daily Oracle). He was then glad that American wizards used the same currency with the muggles.

"Lay off Hedwig," he called out. The owl huffed in her own way and turned her back at Harry.

When the pigeon left he set out making his coffee.

The caffeine made his brain work again and thoughts of the night before came to him again.

'That's right,' Harry though. 'I met with the local Vampires yesterday.'

While that would usually be bad got worse as he remembered how enamored with him was the local 'boss', Eric Northman.

"You intrigue me with your eyes, your intoxicating scent, your secrets… Can you handle that?"

The wizard sighed. How did he always get involved in these situations?

Harry had felt what Eric did not say. It had been explained to him by the Vampires he knew, and the DADA lessons he remembered.

Sanguini had also been intrigued by Harry Potter, wanting to know more about the person and not the hero. He had told a younger Harry that Vampires were dark creatures that formed obsessions that always turned out badly for the mortal and often for the Vampire as well. They were primal in the aspect of affections and acted their urges, not bothering with etiquette. Eric Northman wanted to pursue him and he would, no matter what Harry would say. It did not matter what other Vampires would think or whether Harry had other interests or attachments, like lovers or family. In the end the Vampire would have it his way.

The wizard felt that he had not had enough to drink in order to get through with this.

Hedwig landed on his shoulder just when he considered mixing coffee with fire-whiskey.

A tingle alert Harry that there were four people approaching his home, muggles as the wards they triggered indicated.

"This just isn't my day," he muttered as he went to drink a 'Pepper up' potion. He could only hope the steam had left his ears by the time his uninvited guests arrived.

"Dobby!" Harry called out. With a crack the house elf appeared all sunshine and grins not to mention colorful socks.

"Harry Potter sir! You asked for Dobby. I is here!"

The wizard gave his long time friend a warm smile. "I did call you Dobby. How are things in Britain?"

"Boring Harry, sir," Dobby almost pouted. "Your Grangy and Weazy are having a baby." The house elf was practically bouncing.

"They are?" Harry blinked.

"Grangy doesn't know it yet," Dobby told him.

Harry smiled. It figured that the house elf would know this before wizards did. He decided that he needed to talk to Dobby extensively at some point but he was cutting it close.

He asked Dobby to prepare him some tea and sweets to serve with it while Harry strived to make himself presentable.

He was just on time for the bell to ring. He thanked Dobby while the elf bowed low and then disappeared with a loud crack.

Harry put on a smile and opened his front door.

There stood four women of various ages, one grey haired woman around McGonagall's age, two blondes around Mrs. Weasley's and a young girl, probably in her twenties, also blonde. They looked like they were related. He tried to reinforce his smile.

"Can I help you ladies?" he asked politely.

"Harry Black?" the eldest asked.

The wizard was tempted to close the door to her faces and then proceed to put the place under 'Fidelius'. "Yes?"

"I am Clara Young, my two friends Mary-Kate Patrickson and Maribel Benjamin, and lastly my grand-daughter Cindy Oldman. We are members of the neighborhood committee and the local culture club and we brought over lasagna to welcome you."

Harry blinked. "Come in then."

Clara came in first. The rest following. Cindy gave him a wink as she walked past him but Harry ignored both her and her curves.

"The living room is this way. I'll put the lasagna in the kitchen," Harry offered. "Shall I bring you something to drink?"

"Tea will be fine," Clara said.

"For me as well," Mary-Kate replied.

"I would prefer lemonade," Maribel told Harry.

"Do you have mineral water?" Cindy asked him with a coy smile.

"I'll be right back," Harry told them.

One in the kitchen he smiled at the tray Dobby had prepared. He conjured a pot of lemonade and some mineral water and went back to his guests.

Clara was eyeing the decoration with interest. The other two women looked a bit nosier, reminding him of his aunt Petunia. Cindy was another deal all together. They way she eyed him made him shudder.

What followed was a very tiring morning. Clara was really formidable. She was determined to squeeze any and all information from Harry despite the fact that her host seemed unwilling. She was also continuously praising her lovely grand-daughter and Harry knew that telling them he was bisexual and leaning towards gay was not an option. So he sat there, sipped his tea and smiled politely. The other two were nosy as well but not as bad as Clara.

"So what do you do for a living Harry? I can call you Harry right? I have a grandson your age and I don't call him by his surname."

"Nothing really," Harry replied. "I own several companies in Britain and my parents were an old family so I manage my estates."

"Estates?" Carla's interest was piqued.

Harry gulped. They could not possibly be planning to marry him off. He caught the look Carla gave her grand-daughter a suggestive look that reminded him of Mrs. Weasley too much. But then again the witch was aware of his preferences and had Arthur holding her back.

"Are you involved with anyone? I bet you have a nice British girl waiting for you back home," Mary-Kate asked him.

"I was never seriously involved with any girl," Harry offered. 'But I dated a Vampire for four years and fooled around with a few wizards and a male Veela?' he added in his head.

"Young men," Carla shook her head. "My youngest son was just like that. I remember once…"

Harry just poured more tea.

A few days later…

Fangtasia:

Eric watched as Bill and Sookie left his club. He watched the human woman clean the gore that was what left of his long time bartender.

He left Pam in charge and went to the privacy of his office. He wanted to cool off a bit. He had suspected his stuff but never Long Shadow. It was troubling as he would have to have a long talk with his former employee's maker. Perhaps pay him a sum of compensation or make Bill do it, the whelp was beginning to irritate him. And he would have to start paying more attention to Sookie Stackhouse and her relationship with Bill. He had not anticipated Bill would be this possessive about the cute blonde mortal. But Eric had neither the mood nor the time to look into this. He was more interested finding out a few things for the handsome mortal that had gained his attention a few nights prior.

"You are brooding," Pam commented. "If you dye your hair black you'll be like Bill."

Eric glared her. "Was there something you wanted? You told me you needed to feed. Why are you still here?"

"The bar is clean now. I sent Ginger home and I will leave as well, I just wanted to come by your office first, see if there was something else you needed."

"Thoughtful of you."

"I know."

Eric eyed Pam before he decided to speak his mind. "I want you to have someone ran a check on Harry Black's background."

Pam smirked. "I thought you'd never ask. Do you mind if I do a little research myself?"

"No maiming," Eric warned.

"Yes father," Pam deadpanned.

"Now off with you," Eric told her as he took out his Blackberry. "Oh, and sent Desiree to Bill. He did me a favor with Long Shadow."

Pam shook her head. "Desiree? Are you trying to make it difficult for him and his new girl?"

"No, just testing how far is Mr. Compton ready to go."

Pam nodded.

Willow's End:

That evening Harry was camped out in front of the massive fireplace in his living room. He had a bottle of butterbeer and a few sandwiches on the side. There were two heads in the green flames. Harry was talking with the Weasley twins over the floo. The identical duo was as usual in perfect sync, finishing each other's sentences off.

"…and we asked the grumpy bastard for help…" George spoke.

"…but he turned us down…" Fred pouted.

"…so we pranked him…" George finished.

Harry blinked as he chewed on his sandwich. Then he eyed the two identical faces suspiciously. "What did you do? You did not mess with his lab did you? The last thing I need is the blood potions to turn faulty. Then I'll seek the Vampires on you!"

"Nothing as serious as that," Fred shook his head.

"Is that tuna?" George asked.

"Beef actually," Harry replied.

"Can I have a bite?" George looked hopeful.

"Talk first, then you can eat," Harry told him.

"Should I play the drums first?" Fred teased. At Harry's glare he faked a shudder. "Well, dear Harrykins, we turned our dear ex-potion professor into a babe magnet," Fred announced.

Harry blinked. Then he fell on his back and started laughing.

"Yup," George spoke up. "It was a variation of the 'Amortensia Potion' only it covers the victim and it attracts the females around him in a fifty feet radius."

"You two are unbelievable," Harry whipped a few tears from his eyes.

"Gimme my reward now," George asked.

Harry thrust a piece of beef sandwich in the open waiting in the fireplace.

When George was stuffed Harry felt the wards tingle.

"Damn," he whispered.

"What?" Fred asked as he too was eyeing the sandwiches now.

"The wards. I have guests coming over. Undead ones," Harry added.

The twins chuckled. "Vampires Harry?" Fred asked.

George shook his head. "What are we going to do with you?"

"Don't tell Mione?" Harry asked hopefully.

The twins laughed.

"Prats," the green eyed teen pouted.

ooo

Pam drove her brand new sports car in the drive that led to Willow's end. Eric had found the address on-line and had hinted she should visit the little human. Not that she would not do that anyway. Harry seemed like such a nice human. He intrigued even her and Pam was not easily moved.

The route did not catch her interest. She only noticed that it was out of the way and almost isolated from the rest of the houses.

She turned the car and passed the gate, feeling a shiver just under her skin. She had not really felt cold in centuries and it was odd. She shrugged it off and continued with her observations. The property looked like it was well cared for. And the surrounding area was old. It must have cost Harry a lot of money and she wondered how one as young as him could afford this.

When the house came into view she felt a warm sensation that felt like she was being welcomed, much like when a vampire was given pass into someone's home. Again it was odd.

She pulled up in front of the house and smiled. There was light coming from the ground floor.

ooo

Harry blinked at Pam. He had not expected Pam to be the vampire his wards warned him of. She was carrying a cake that held the smell of chocolate.

"Pam," he greeted. He made no move to shank hands with her, just nodded his head in greeting.

"Good evening Harry. I was not in the neighborhood but decided to drop by anyway. I brought chocolate cake. One of my sheep claims it is 'to die for'," the blonde Vampire stated.

Harry blinked again.

"This is the point where you invite me in," Pam told him.

The wizard shook his head. "Of course, sorry, please, come in," Harry invited her. He figured that he had the wards should anything happen, not to mention his wand.

The blonde Vampire stepped inside and wordlessly handed the cake to Harry.

Pam walking deeper in the house, blatantly checking it out. She liked what she saw. The wooden furniture, the expensive tapestries, the china. It was tasteful and obviously expensive. What caught her attention mostly were the windows. She saw the glass and the black and red tinge it had. She looked again and it was gone. Pam decided to file that away for later.

"Nice place," Pam mentioned. "Is that the way to the living room?"

"Yes, sit anywhere you want, I'll be right there. Do you want anything to drink?" Harry asked.

"AB negative?" Pam asked him.

"Okay," Harry replied as he went to the kitchen. He knew he had none of that 'True Blood' stuff but he did have Blood wine in case he had his Vampire friends visit. He knew he was probably wrong to serve Pam that as it would make her suspicious but he could still find excuses as the why he was so well versed into the Vampire world.

Meanwhile Pam observed the room she was in. She noticed the discarded plate with food by the fireplace and a bottle that smelled like beer but not quite. She chose the armchair near the fireplace and smiled when Harry returned with a wine bottle and a glass.

"Nice place you have. Expensive and tasteful," Pam told Harry.

"Thank you," he replied.

"That is not 'True Blood'," Pam observed.

"None of that nasty stuff," Harry told her. "I have had a few Vampires for friends and colleagues. They keep complaining how that stuff tastes like crap and I never buy that. This one is blood wine. Just try it."

Pam gave him a measuring look and accepted.

Harry poured her a glass and Pam sniffed it carefully.

"It smells like fresh blood. And it's still warm," the Vampire told him.

Harry took his discarded bottle of butterbeer and took a sip. "I know. A friend of mine makes it. How do you think Vampires live in Europe?"

"I thought they were smart enough not to get spotted."

"Sure," Harry replied. "But they have no access to 'True Blood' and sheep are not an option with the hunts and all."

Pam was still dubious about it though.

"Give it a try, will you? I won't poison you," Harry rolled his eyes and settled down.

Pam gave in and tried it. Her face showed her wonder. "It tastes like blood."

Harry smirked. "Told you so."

Pam took another sip and hummed. "Your friend is a genius," she told Harry. Pam mentally thought she would find out more about this concoction. It was far better than synthetic blood and sated her almost like real blood. She would need to inform Eric of this and maybe ask Harry to help them contact those friends of his. She took another sip and savored the taste.

Pam eyed the mortal suspiciously. "You are an odd human Harry Black. No wonder Eric is intrigued by you."

Harry just bowed his head at her.

Pam took another ship. "So, our allure does not work on you Mr. Black and I have no idea how to fish information out of you."

The wizard laugh. "Ask away Pam. If I don't want to answer I won't."

"A game?"

"If you like," Harry replied.

"Hm, first time you had sex?" Pam asked.

Harry chocked on his butter beer. "You are kidding."

"No, now tell me," Pam ordered him.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Seventeen."

"Really? With your cute looks?" Pam queried.

He shrugged. "I went to a boarding school. The teachers watched us like hawks. There were not very many opportunities."

"Boarding school? The whole boring uniform and rich kids gig?" Pam sneered.

"Pretty much."

"So you are a rich kid."

Harry worried his bottom lip. "My father belonged to an old family but my mother was from a middle class family. She was admitted on a scholarship. Bloodlines were more important than money in order to enter the school."

"Hm, who was your first lover?" Pam asked.

"Ah, well, a friend of mine, Draco. We were three sheets into the wind that night. Never did that again."

"Was he cute?"

"Draco? Cute?" Harry laughed. "He's an annoying twit with two much money and the biggest ego ever."

"Sounds charming," Pam drawled.

"He is when he wants to be," Harry offered.

"Ah and that friend of yours with this delicious blood wine?" Pam asked.

"Um, that would be Saguini. Well, he was my first long term relationship."

"A vampire?" Pam asked.

Harry nodded. "I met him while I was at school. One of the teachers new a friend who knew him. Also, one of my father's best friends is a werewolf. I know about the sups and all that in case you are wondering."

"You are a very interesting person Harry," Pam told him again. "I cannot possibly understand you in an hour."

"I've been told I'm unpredictable," Harry smiled.

"I have to keep asking then," Pam stated.

"Keep on," Harry encouraged.

Fangtasia:

"…favorite color is green, favorite country his home country though he has been around Europe a lot, favorite food is beef and baked potatoes with pumpkin pie, doesn't like Hags, thinks Trolls should be forced to take baths, gets on well with the Goblins…" Pam went on as Eric stared.

The Viking rubbed his temples. "Enough Pam," he ordered.

She stopped.

"I get it," Eric told her. "You spoke with him. and I admit that I had not expected him to know of the supernatural community or be so in tune with it. I just hope you did not ruffle him up."

"Oh, no, of course not. I received permission to drill him. It's his turn next time," Pam replied. She looked cheerful at the prospect.

Eric put his Blackberry away. "Pam dare I assume you like Mr. Black?"

"He is adorable," the female vampire replied.

"Is he now?" Eric wondered.

"Will you visit him too? He is quite hospitable," Pam stated.

Eric smirked.

A few days later…

Cat's Ranch Diner:

Harry munched on hid chips as Dean, a tall red headed man that reminded him of Bill but much older than the handsome curse breaker, chatted away. It was good company and it kept the nosy locals away from him as he enjoyed his lunch. It was a newly developed habit of Harry's that the wizard enjoyed.

"So, did you visit that vampire club that time?" Dean asked.

"Fangtasia? Sure," Harry replied.

Dean leaned closer. "How was it?"

A cute, brunette waitress with dark eyes and tanned skin stopped to listen in. Harry had talked to her a couple of times. Her name was Vanessa and she was a single mother and studied in the local school to be a beautician. And the wizard liked her more because she had yet to hit on him.

"Never been there?" Harry asked.

"Not really my thing," Dean replied.

Harry whipped his moth on a napkin. "It was okay."

"Just okay?" Dean asked.

"Are you sure your eyes work okay Black?" Vanessa asked. "I heard all kinds of stuff happen in those places. Just last month there was a raid in that club. The cops found a guy being fed on." She shivered. "Bad business that."

Harry shrugged. "I saw nothing odd when I was there."

"Met any vamps?" Dean asked.

"Well, naturally," Harry answered.

"And?" Vanessa pressed on.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I don't see what the big deal is. I met a couple of them. They were nice. I had a few drinks, danced and went home."

"Only you would describe a visit to a Vampire club sound like a visit to the zoo," Vanessa shook her head and then went to take care of a customer that waived her over.

Dean continued staring at the youth.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Nothing," Dean shook his head. "Have you been outside of Shreveport yet?"

"Not really. Why? Do you have any suggestions for me?"

"Well, you have a car, right?" Dean asked.

Harry nodded.

"Well, there are several small towns a couple of hours away. Nothing special, but it could be nice, a change of scenery."

"I'll think about it," Harry told him.

And he did.

A couple of days later Harry took his car and drove out of Shreveport. There was not much, just like Dean had told him but there was a town he reached by lunch time and he decided to stop at, Bon Temps.

There were a few people working at the road.

"Excuse me?" Harry pulled up. He gathered a lot of attention just with his car.

One of the workers, a cute, blond with a muscled body. "Yeah?"

"Do you know a decent place to have lunch around here?" Harry asked.

The other listened to his accent with wonder. "A, sure. You can go at 'Merlotte's'."

"How do I get there?" Harry asked.

Merlotte's:

Sookie laughed at La

Arleen came to place her order and signaled to her. "Cute guy in your area," she told Sookie.

The blonde nodded and bounced off. She spotted him immediately. It was hard not to. H had a small built for a man but he looked toned. He had messy black hair and the oddest, brightest green eyes she had ever seen on anyone. His skin was oddly pale under the lights. He had something to him that had it not been day she would have taken him for a vampire. He was also rich, if his clothes were any indication. And he was new at Bon Temps.

"Hello! What can I get for you?" Sookie asked with her normal cheer.

He blinked at her. Those green eyes squinted a bit and then traveled to her neck and then her shoulder like he knew she had been bitten.

'Is it on my forehead or something?' Sookie thought angrily. Still she did not let it show.

"I'll have a burger and chips with a beer," a very nice voice spoke with a British accent.

"Chips? You mean fries," Sookie said.

"Same thing," the British person said with a small smile.

"Any preference in beer?" Sookie asked.

"Not really," he replied. "And do you have those onion ring thingies? I've yet to try those."

"We do," Sookie wrote that down too.

"Thank you then Sookie."

The blonde noticed that his eyes were on the name tag and did not stray from there.

"You're welcome…"

"Call me Harry."

"Okay then Harry, your order will be right up."

Sookie walked away from the table. In the kitchen she was instantly hounded by Arlene and Dawn.

(A/N: I'm not sure if Dawn's dead yet or not, but if she is let's pretend that at least for this chapter she is not.)

"Well?" Arlene asked.

Sookie blinked. "Aren't you happy with your boyfriends?" she teased.

"Window shopping never hurt anyone, love," Lafayette called out.

The girls giggled and Sookie rolled her eyes.

"His name is Harry and he's British," she told them.

The cook looked up.

"British?" Lafayette asked.

"He has an accent," Sookie replied.

"I've got to see this. What did he order?"

"Lafayette!" Arlene exclaimed. "Are you going to hit on the poor unsuspecting fellow?"

"Yes," he replied with a grin.

"This I've got to see," Dawn said.

ooo

Harry looked around the dinner. There were not that many people but he guessed it was early yet. He noticed how he received odd glances. The reddish-blond haired man behind the counter kept giving him suspicious glances. The wizard was starting to dislike small towns.

"Hey there!" the blond, tanned man that had directed Harry to the dinner came to the table and tower over the wizard. "I see you found the place."

"Yes, thank you," Harry replied.

"You alone?"

Harry nodded.

"Want company?" the stranger asked.

Harry considered it. "Beats eating alone."

"Jason Stackhouse."

"Harry Black."

Jason slid into the seat across from him. "New in the area?"

"Just passing by. I leave in Shreveport," Harry replied.

"Shreveport?" Jason asked. "How come you came here?"

"A friend of mine told me I needed to travel around a bit," Harry told him.

ooo

Sam grimaced at the arrival of the new stranger. He could feel something was off with his. He sniffed the air as inconspicuously as possible. He frowned at that. The new guy smell odd. The shapeshifter was almost certain that the new comer was not normal. He had that air around him that most sups had.

The owner of Merlotte's was startled by the ruckus in the kitchen.

ooo

Harry looked up when a tall dark skinned man that was a step away from cross-dressing.

'Though his muscles look good,' Harry thought.

"Is this order for you?" he asked in a sultry voice.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Lafayette, lay off. The guy just got here."

The cook ignored the blond and focused on Harry.

"We don't get British people here often. We don't get anyone here often."

"He ain't gay Lafayette," Jason spoke up.

"Actually I am," Harry spoke up.

Jason seemed surprised. Lafayette looked smug.

Harry turned to Lafayette. "I'm just not looking right now. There's this guy that caught my interest and… you know."

The cook sighed. "Why are all the pretty ones taken?"

"Well, I could help you there but you'd have to get a plane ticket to London," Harry offered.

"Maybe next year," the other replied. "See you around cutie."

Jason gaped a bit at the two.

Harry arched an eyebrow as he popped an onion ring in his mouth. "Something wrong Jason?"

The guy swallowed. "Not really. I'm just surprised."

"Don't be," Harry told him. "And don't be afraid, I won't make a pass at you. You are too straight for my tastes."

"Ah, sure," Jason replied him.

Sookie came then and Jason beamed at his sister.

"Hey there Sookie."

"What can I get you Jason?" Sookie asked.

"Just a stake and a cold beer," her brother replied.

"Are you related?" Harry asked.

"She's my younger sister," Jason replied.

"Sookie Stackhouse?" Harry wondered.

"Yeah," Jason said.

"I think I've heard that name before," the wizard pondered. "It'll come to me, I'm sure."

"Lafayette did not bother you, did he?" Sookie asked.

"Not really," Harry told her.

Sookie left it at that and left with her brother's order.

As Harry ate several people came by and greeted Jason. Harry tried all the while where he had heard that waitress's name before. There was something about her that he just could not let go. She had obviously been bitten and received blood but he did not take her for a blood junkie. Also she was not completely human to begin with.

"Got any plans for after lunch?" Jason asked. Then he hurried to explain. "Not that I'm making a pass at you or something."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Lay off will you? My best friend is straighter than a pole and I've never even looked at him. As for after lunch, does this town have any sights?"

"Well there are a few monuments left from the war and I think. My Gran knows more. She's part of this historical group," Jason replied.

"I'll ask around," Harry told him.

"Do you play pool?" Jason asked.

"I'm a fast learner," Harry replied.

"Well, if you are still in town at night drop by," Jason told him. "I could use some easy cash."

Harry snorted. "Sure mate.

Jason smirked.

That night…

Merlotte's:

Sookie was worn out.

"Damn those new girls," Dawn muttered.

She and Sookie had a second shift that day as two of the younger ones decided to skip work for a party and Sam had been furious at them and the older girls got saddled with the evening shift as well. Arlene was lucky as she got to go home to her kids.

There was laughter from where Jason and his buddies were drinking beer and playing pool. A couple of girls circled the male Stackhouse like vultures.

Sookie wanted to slam her tray on the counter but Bill stepped inside then.

"Can you serve him?" Dawn asked Sookie.

The telepath was more than happy to comply. She needed something to cheer her up after this long day.

"Bill," she sauntered to him with a smile.

"Sookie," the vampire offered her a smile. The he frowned a bit. "You look tired."

"Long day," she replied. "O negative?"

"Sure."

"I'll be back soon."

"Can you get a break?" Bill asked her.

"It's about time I got five," Sookie replied.

At the counter Sam handed her the bottle of 'True Blood' after he put it in the microwave.

"Thanks Sam. Can I take my break now?" she asked.

"Go ahead," Sam replied.

Bill smiled when Sookie slipped in the booth across from him, handing him his order while she had a glass of water with her.

"How are you?" Bill asked. "Has it healed yet?"

"Your bites are never that deep, or painful," Sookie replied.

"Good to know," her lover said. "I visited Eric."

"You have that face," Sookie commented.

"What face?"

"That something is up," Sookie narrowed her eyes. "Spill."

"Nothing serious," Bill told her. "Long Shadow's maker might ask for compensation. Eric said he would take care of it."

"Won't you owe him then?" his girlfriend asked.

"It will be easier for me to pay Eric back," Bill stated.

"If …"

Bill drowned the rest of her words as he scented that wonderful smell again. He turned to look at the door and Sookie, as well as most of the patrons, turned to look at the door as well.

"Hey! Black!" Jason called out.

Harry nodded at the construction worker but then he caught sight of a familiar Vampire. It clicked then in Harry's mind. Sookie was Vampire Bill's Sookie. It was an interesting turn of events. And Harry knew that Bill had only seen him once but since he had been at Eric's side then it would be impossible for the guy to forget him.

"Seen anything worth it?" Jason asked him.

"Not really," Harry replied.

Jason caught him looking at Bill.

"That's my sister's beau," he said.

"I have met Mr. Compton before," Harry commented. "And I have to go and greet him or he'll burn a hole in my back."

"Where did you meet him?" one of the guys asked.

"Fangtasia," Harry replied.

The reaction was instantaneous. They all gave him odd looks.

"The vamp club in Shreveport?" Jason asked.

"Same one," Harry told him.

"Are you one of those fang bangers?"

Harry was unfamiliar with the term.

"Vamp groupies that let the leeches suck on them," Jason told him.

"No," Harry answered then. He was not telling them anything more personal than that. "I better go greet them."

ooo

Sookie noticed when Bill stopped paying attention and saw when his shoulders tensed.

"Hello," a familiar British voice spoke.

Sookie remembered him, Harry. Lafayette had whined for the rest of his shift about how unfair it was that the one cute gay in the area was unavailable. Dawn had been put out as she had loved those green eyes and the obviously toned body. Sookie had not noticed. Bill was more than enough for her. But she did notice that very minute the nice British guy her brother had taken a liking to was like a vampire, complete mental silence.

"Hey Harry," Sookie greeted back. She eyed Bill. "This is…"

"Bill Compton," Harry finished for her.

"You were with Eric," Bill commented.

Sookie was surprised and mentally applauded the fact she did not gasp when she heard that. Harry was with Eric? This human with that ice cube of a vampire? Odd. She had thought British people hated the undead.

"So I was," Harry replied.

"What are you doing here?" Bill was suspicious.

"Sightseeing," Harry replied.

Sookie spoke up then. "Are you really with him? Eric I mean."

"He laid claim," Harry told her though only Bill understood. "I cannot be seen with another. Vampires don't share their toys."

Sookie was flushed. "You make it sound so…"

"Kinky? Dirty? It doesn't matter. I don't share either," Harry replied.

Jason called out again and the British guy left.

Sookie saw that Bill did not relax.

"Why are you so worried?" she asked him.

"Because that man is not who he says he is," Bill told her.

Sookie was at a loss. "He lied about his name?"

"No. Perhaps that too. He's just not normal. He smells different than most humans. He smells better than you."

"I could not read him," Sookie said then. "I just noticed." She paused. "Do you think he is like me?"

"I wish I knew to tell you," Bill replied.

End of chapter

A/N: First I would like to thank all of you who reviewed the first chapter. It meant a lot to me that you liked it.

I hope I'm not, moving too fast but I really want to get over the timeline of the first book of the series.

Tell me what you think of it. Suggestions are always welcome.

Also, I'll be moving this story to the Crossover section after this chapter.