You Know My Name
By: Shi Kami The Murderous Prodigy
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, True Blood, or Twilight. Because we all know that JK Rowling and Alan Ball (Though it is based off of Charlaine Harris's Southern Vampires Mysteries), and Stephanie Meyer have that pleasure (Well I don't know if I could say pleasure with the last one). I do however own this fanfic, my ideas, and OCs.
Category: Crossover
Book(s)/Movie(s): Harry Potter/True Blood/Twilight
Pairing(s): Eric Northman/[Incubus/Fey inheritance, Master of Death, Immortal] Harry Potter/Jacob Black/Sam Merlotte, Franklin Mott/Tara Thorton, Bill Compton/Sookie Stackhouse, [slight] Jason Stackhouse/Harry Potter, [playful] Lafayette Reynolds/Harry Potter, Edward Cullen/Lafayette Reynolds, Jasper Hale/Alice Cullen, Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale, Carlisle Cullen/Esme Cullen, Godric/Seth Clearwater, etc.
Rating: M
Warning(s): Blood, Character Death, Extreme Violence, Lemons, Slash, etc.
Genre(s): Action, Fantasy, Romance, Occult, etc.
Summary: The war is over, and Harry James Potter leaves the Wizarding World as he has become tired with its backwardness. Finding out that he had some family left in the United States, he comes to get to know his last living relative. Unfortunately he shows up just in time to watch his last living relative on his deathbed. Seeing as he didn't want to go back to Britain, Harry finds himself moving into the small town of Bon Temps, Louisiana. There he meets Sookie Stackhouse, whom brings him into her crazy little adventures. It only seems to escalate after he not only gains the attention of the Area 5 Sheriff, finds out that he has not one but two undead relatives, and he is imprinted on by a Shapeshifter. To top it all off, he finds that he and Sookie are from the like supernatural persuasion, and their blood is like a supernatural sun block for Vampires.
A/N:OMG! I am so sorry! XD I hadn't even noticed how long it had been since I had last updated this story. XD It really has been a while since I updated this story. Things had been a little busy, but now I am going to be working on this along with Phenomenon. Hopefully during this summer, I can get one of these stories done. Especially since I really just do nothing but sit in my house drawing, and working on fics all day anyway. Ah, well…I hope that you all enjoy this chapter! Eric will finally be making his appearance.
"Oh, come on, Harry. It's not Quidditch that's popular, it's you! You've never been more interesting, and frankly, you've never been more fanciable."
—Hermione on Harry's new attention from the girls.
Chapter 3: Fangtasia (Part I)
It had been a week since he had moved into the Bon Temps, and while he liked the small town. He was quickly getting tired of all the prejudice and closed-minded thoughts that was practically saturating the entire place. Yeah, there was Sookie and even Lafayette, whom had had become acquainted with very quickly. The homosexual African American male was very, very amusing. All the flirting they did was very fun for him – something hadn't had for a while.
Because being the Boy-Who-Lived and the Savior of the Wizarding World caused it to be difficult to find someone who didn't have some ulterior motive.
One thing that he had come to realize was that a certain Miss Stackhouse seemed to be as much of a trouble magnet as he was. On the second day of him visiting Merlotte's for a steak, he had left before coming back to talk with her a bit. So it was much to his surprise that he stumbled upon the girl being pummeled upon by a couple. Not thinking – as usual, he found himself getting knocked around a bit too once he realized that he wasn't the best in a fist fight. Yeah, he was able to dodge while taking the obviously high-and-out-of-his-mind Rattray, while Sookie was against the wife. He dismayed that he wasn't of much help in the entire situation.
Even then her Vampire – Bill Compton, had shown up and saved them from being brutalized any further. Finding out that he had lasted so long against some Muggles hopped up on Vampire blood kind of soothed his bruised ego about getting beat up so easily. There was a chance that he could put up a fight against a regular Muggle without his magic, but that still remained to be seen. Not that he was going to be trying that again anytime soon.
Rubbing his temples as he drank the potion that Kreacher had made for him, he laid back into the large pillows that were behind his back. His house elves had confined him to the bed for the week, and had forbade him from going exploring while still aching from the assault he had suffered from the deranged Muggles. "They didn't even let me invite that Dawn to come and comfort me." Laughing at the thought of the woman who had asked Sookie about him, as he been told by an amused mind reader on the phone – apparently almost getting killed together immediately made them friends, but he was used to that.
Not that he was interested in the Dawn girl for a relationship – she didn't even look like the type who wanted that. He just needed a quick shag, his libido demanded it.
"Harry Potter, sir!"
Turning his head to the side, Harry's green eyes landed on Dobby who was bringing in a tray of tea with a smile. "Hey there Dobby – is Kreacher going to allow me to go out tonight?" Frowning, Dobby shook his head and placed the tray onto the bed near the Wizard's side. "No Harry Potter, sir! You have to stay in bed for the rest of tonight!"
Sighing, the Wizard ran his hand through his white locks and pouted. "But I'm bored, plus I've been cooped up in this house all week – even Sookie has been walking around more than me, and she got the worst of it!" Tutting at the immature behavior his Harry Potter was displaying, the Hose elf wagged a finger.
"No Harry Potter, sir! For tonight you have to rest, and tomorrow you can go out – that is what Kreacher has decided."
Crossing his arm with his pout still present, the Wizard nodded – though he wasn't happy about it, he could accept it.
"Fine then – have I gotten any mail today?"
Nodding, Dobby reached into his uniform and pulled out a single letter. Smiling widely, Harry grabbed the letter with a thanks before he sat up to open it. Pouring some tea into a cup with flourish, he watched as the smile turned into a smirk from whatever the Boy-Who-Lived was reading.
"Well this was entertaining – out of everyone I didn't think that Malfoy would be the one scolding me about always getting into trouble."
Taking the teacup offered to him, he thanked Dobby again as he took a sip of the tea. Sighing, he relaxed as he felt the potion do its work on healing him. Placing the letter off to the side, he continued sipping his tea until it was all gone. Yawning, Harry never noticed himself falling asleep and his teacup being levitating the tea cup over to the tray. Gathering the tray, Dobby made his way out the door and turned the lights off with a snap of his fingers.
"Good night Harry Potter, sir."
Walking out of his house with a yawn, Harry stretched his arms above his head and arched his back until it popped. Swinging his arms from side to side, he made his way over to his car after bidding Dobby, Kreacher, and Winky good bye for the day. Getting into his car, he quickly went down the beaten path and made his way towards the Bon Temps – he had a certain girl to see. Rolling into the town, he quickly made his way over to Merlotte's. Parking his car, he locked it before sauntering into the diner.
"Welcome to Merlotte's!"
Looking up from the pictures he was staring at briefly on the wall, he looked at the new girl in front of him in surprise. He hadn't seen her here before, and he had been told about everyone that worked there by Sookie during their phone calls. "Hey!" Turning his gaze away from the girl – he noticed that she seemed to pout at this much to his amusement, and a charming smile formed on his face as he took in the beautiful Sookie that was making her way towards him. "Ah, my dear Sookie – how have you been?"
Coming to a stop in front of him, the blonde snorted as she placed her hands on her hips.
"You know that already, still going strong despite that beating we went through – unlike someone I know."
Smirking, Harry winked at her.
"Come now, I've already told you that it was something serious that confined me to a bed for the week."
This of course caused her to snort again, "Whatever you say, though I think you should be getting to your table and getting something in you – don't need someone as delicate as you to fall over from hunger and bruise yourself."
Bringing a hand up to his chest in mock hurt, the British male pouted. "Now that was really uncalled for my dear Sookie – I must protest to the idea that I'm as easy to bruise as a delicate flower, but you are right, I do need to eat." Grinning, the other mind reader glanced towards the girl. "You can just give him one of the booths." With that, she just walked off with a wave. Smirking, Harry then turned to the waitress. "Well I think we should get going to the seat, don't want to tempt fate and end up like how my dear Sookie said."
Nodding, the nervous – obviously new, waitress lead him to the booth he had sat at before. Thanking the young woman, he watched in amusement as she teetered away towards two other females he didn't recognize from the last time. Glancing through the menu while glancing at them every now and then, he decided on the grand slam. He was seriously wanted to try those pancakes with the apples and syrup – there were no Dursleys here to rain on his parade. Letting himself relax, he listened to the thoughts of everyone around him.
Thinking of the new waitresses, he scanned thoughts in order to find out a bit of what had happened to Dawn and that other girl. One of the new girls came over and took his order, and he quickly scanned her thoughts.
'Man! She was totally right! He is so hot! Good thing those two girls were dead so these spots opened up!'
His green eyes widened briefly before he stared at her apathetically. When she was walking away and Sookie came towards him, the Wizard could tell that she too had heard the girl's thoughts. Stopping in front of his table, she had a small frown on her face. "So you've noticed then?" Frowning deeply, he narrowed his eyes at the table in front of him.
"What had happened while I was in my house?"
Sighing, Sookie slid into the opposite bench in the booth. "Things seemed to be getting a little scary around here while you were recuperating – Dawn and Maudette were found strangled in their apartments." Moving back a little, Harry straightened up in his seat and his eyes hardened. "Have there been any suspects?" Nodding with a frown, Sookie glanced down at her clasped hands.
"Jason, my brother, is the top one because he has the most recent connection with them – don't believe it though, especially with what I've gathered of the two having some flings with vampires at some club."
Leaning back in his seat, the white-haired male crossed his arms. "Is that so?"
Before she could say anything else, the clink of a glass on the table snapped them out of their conversation. "Well now I'm hurt, my little crumpet didn't come to see me for a week with no call or anything." Without meaning to, a large smile formed on Harry's face. "Sorry about that Lala, been confined to the house since I got caught in Sookie's little escapade with the Rattrays – I'm delicate you know, and couldn't take all of those punches." Laughing the African American male wagged his finger at Sookie with a mock disapproving look.
"Now Sookie, you know you shouldn't be getting my crumpet all bruised up – we have to keep him in top condition so he can continue to bring in the costumers for us."
Now she was the one bringing a hand up to her chest in mock hurt, but all the while the two mind readers sent each other a look. The situation would need to be looked into, especially if it involved Vampires. With his powers and experience with vampires, Harry would be a helpful asset – not to mention the fact that he didn't have the same restraint on his powers when dealing with vampires as he did Muggles.
Brushing half of his white bangs back to show the bare skin of his forehead, Harry winked at his reflection. Tonight, he, Sookie, and Bill – due to his insistence to come to protect Sookie and to get them a meeting with the Sheriff of their area, were going to the vampire club Fangtasia. Shaking his head at the unoriginality of vampires – though he couldn't say much as Wizards were the same, he flipped the tresses he allowed to fall into his eyes. While he had never been to an actual vampire club – not even mentioning that he hasn't been in any club before, he didn't want to go looking like a ragamuffin. After having a fashion sense beaten into him by one Slytherin Prince and Genius Lioness, he knew that it was better to be overdressed than underdressed depending on the situation.
Whether this would be that type of situation was still up for debate. The sound of the doorbell ringing caused him to stop fiddling with the buttons on his shirt as Winky popped into his room. "Young Master Harry! Your Sookie and the Vampire Bill have arrived." Smiling at the female house elf, he nodded while absentmindedly deciding to forgo the tie. He was going to a club, not a fancy dinner party. "Thank you Winky – I will be done in a moment."
Curtsying, the house elf disappeared with a pop and he turned back to the mirror. Tracing over his figure once more, he moved towards the door. He needed to hurry, tonight was going to be an eventful night. Walking to the end of the hall, he came to look out towards the door where Bill and Sookie looked at their surroundings – Sookie with awe and Bill with slight surprise. Harry was sure that he was seeing the magic that was pulsing throughout the very being of this house, and knew that it would be brought up later.
Going down the stairs, he heard Sookie question who the two in the portrait were. Chuckling, his looked at the two with sparkling green eyes as they turned to look at him. "Well, I think that should be obvious." Stopping by the two of them, he turned to look at the portrait with a warmness that shocked them. "Obviously these two are my parents – James and Lily but enough about that – there is some information to be sought out and a murderer to be caught."
Nodding, Bill made his way to the door with Harry. Sookie stared at the two in the portrait for a second longer before turning to leave with the two males. For some reason she felt like she had seen that woman before, where she didn't know – she just couldn't shake the feeling that she did.
End of Chapter 3
Thank god I am finished with that chapter! It took me forever to get this one out, and only finished it tonight. (sighs) Anyway, the next chapter will be more interesting with Eric showing up! (shivers and falls to the ground in a puddle of goo) I LOVE YOU NORTHMAN! I LOVE YOU! I hope that everyone has read the previous chapter, and realize the answer to why Harry's hair is white. I'm pretty sure I answered that question, but maybe no one reads these end notes or author's notes. Whatever, going to end up just saying 'Because I damn well said so, that's why!' if someone messes with me about his hair color again after answering it twice. LOL
Anyway I hope that you all enjoyed the update, and will stick around for the next one.
Ja ne,
Shi Kami The Murderous Prodigy