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.

Timeline: Book 2 for Southern Vampire Mysteries.

Chapter 7

Harry came face to face with Snape when he returned to his room after Eric left.

"Se…"

"When are you leaving?" he asked.

"You are not going to yell?" Harry inquired.

"You never took well to having people yell or threaten you," Severus told him almost fondly. "I don't like it one bit. Nor do I understand your fascination with those leeches."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Severus…"

"Just get ready for our trip. I expect to hear from you once a day," Severus told him before returning to Lucius.

Harry looked at the man's back fondly.

Next morning…

Sookie had been surprised to see him at the airport.

"Harry?!"

"Hey," he smiled sheepishly at her. "Lovely day to travel, isn't it?"

"You are coming to Dallas?"

"Eric offered," Harry shrugged. "I like travelling and I have not been here before so I thought to come."

"Don't you ever work?" she asked him.

"Ah, is that a trick question?"

"No, seriously," the girl told him.

"Then no, not really. Come now or we'll miss our flight.

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Harry had always wondered how muggle Vampires travelled. When Sookie told him of the plans Bill and Eric made he had tears in his eyes from laughing so much. He made a mental note to mention this to Sanguini in his next letter.

"Coffins?" the wizard cracked up and Sookie smiled a well.

There was even a moving agency helping them with the coffins. If anything Harry and Sookie looked like they were escorting their dead relatives to be buried.

"Really?" Sookie wondered. "I honestly had not noticed."

"Oh, well, never mind," Harry told her. "You know which hotel you're at?"

Sookie nodded. She had given him her address and Harry left after her for his and Eric's room in another part of the town.

Eric was not supposed to be there and only Sookie and Bill would present themselves to the local Sheriff. Still Eric came and Harry was asked to follow.

So Harry followed Eric's coffin to the address written on the lid of it.

'Bloody Twilight' was a first class hotel that primarily catered to Vampires and sups. It was designed with rooms that blocked the light and had easy escape exits that went with extreme luxury and comforts for the clients and their guests.

Harry was met with many stares from the human personnel of the establishment as soon as he entered. There were blood donors there to, but all looked classy and expensive, unlike the fang-bangers he had met so far.

"A double suit, in the name of Harry Black," the wizard told the receptionist.

He received a leer and decided to ignore it; he was tired and stiff from all the sitting in the plane. He motioned to the movers to send the coffin in the room as he followed.

The wizard was a bundle of nerves as he entered the luxurious rooms.

'A week with Eric,' he thought. So many things could happen.

He tipped the movers and set about unpacking. It was a long time before sunset and until Eric woke.

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"It's suitable," Eric drawled.

Harry rolled his eyes. The moment the Vampire woke, he was criticizing everything around them. Especially the two bedrooms, but Harry was unrelenting.

"You might want to frolic all night long but I need to sleep at some point," the wizard had replied.

"Frolic?" Eric was appalled.

"All right, does pounce on me sound any better?" Harry sighed.

"Marginally."

"Whatever. I'm hungry so I'm going to the restaurant to grab a bite. Want me to send some blood up?"

"Unless you're offering," Eric showed a fang, "I need something fresh."

Harry smirked. "Of course." Inwardly he shook his head, he was not happy about it but he was not about to become Eric's favorite meal. So he would cope with Eric's little donors, even pay for them, to keep his own blood under his skin; he had already come close to dying once this year and according to him, it was once too many."See you later."

Eric scowled at his back.

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Harry hummed as he ate his T-bone, mashed potatoes and steamed veggies. He was starving and seeing he had used a lot of magic to pack his things and the breakfast offered by the airlines sucked at best. So when Eric entered the restaurant Harry nearly chocked.

"Hey there!" Eric slipped into the seat across Harry.

"You certainly look lively," the wizard commented.

"A positive," Eric commented. "With a spicy kick. Where did you find her?"

Harry swallowed his bite. "The receptionist recommended her."

Eric smirked. "Of course."

Harry cut another piece of his steak and placed it against his lips when he noticed that Eric was staring at him. He decided to ignore it but as the staring continued he rolled his.

"What Eric?" Harry asked.

"I've only seen you get smashed but end up completely sober," Eric told him.

"I'm human," Harry wryly told him.

"I know. But… You're eating."

Harry rolled his eyes and continued eating. "Whatever. What's next?"

"Well, our dear Sookie and not so dear Bill have work to do," Eric told her.

Next morning…

Harry was lounging on the terrace, talking on his cell with Sookie.

"…ancient vampire, who looked no more than thirty-five, and her name was Isabel and had a, well pet, named Barry," Sookie narrated.

Harry shared her cringe at the word 'pet' but understood the use of it. He stoically listened to her describe the large gathering of Vampires. Harry was not surprised. He had been to a Vampire town once, now that had been something to remember. He knew there was no such thing in the States. Still, Sookie still seemed shocked about it.

Then she mentioned the geek like Vampire that she and Bill were introduced to, Stan Davis, a name Harry had never heard before, but then again Harry did not know many Vampire outside his Europe. Still, it was good to know that the Vampires in Dallas were this big a nest. This Stan owned a club, like Eric's, called 'Bat's Wing', but apparently Sookie had been taken to his house.

"... with his sandy hair was slicked back, his physique was narrow and unimpressive, his black-rimmed glasses were sheer camouflage, and his pinstriped oxford cloth shirt was tucked into cotton-polyester blend pants. He was pale—well, duh—and freckled, with invisible eyelashes and minimal eyebrows... (1)"

Harry sipped his latte and nodded, though she could not see.

"So you were brought in Dallas to question this Stan person's staff about a Vampire named Farrel?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Sookie's voice came from the other line. Then Sookie proceeded to mention and describe her dealings with Stan.

Harry chuckled at the perky waitress; she had guts to stand up to a fiend amongst so many other fiends. And she was too kind to be involved with Vampires. Sookie would not always be able to save everyone, Harry had learned that the hard way. Still, it was admirable that she tried as much as she could

"Describe this missing Vampire," Harry asked of sookie.

That got a giggle out of her. "Oh, you wouldn't believe me…"

"Try me," Harry told her.

"Well imagine this… string ties, jeans, and shirts with fake pearl snaps…"

"No bloody way!"

"I know. And you know, you shouldn't use the word 'bloody' so much, someone might bitte."

"Aren't you miss funny," Harry snorted.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I met another telepath…"

Harry groaned. "Only you Sookie. Only you. So, did you get anywhere or spending the night with jerks was fruitless."

She hesitated but then she spilled the rest of the story. About how some girl had seen Farrel go to the bathroom with another Vampire and a fang-banger/ bouncer that worked for Stan and never return. The way she described the missing memories the poor man had was like he was Obliviated but had it done so poorly it had almost turned the man into a vegetable. Harry frowned. He knew Vampires could manipulate memories, but it was a more common trait in wizards. And this little trip to Dallas suddenly was not so simply to Harry.

End of chapter

A/N: Sorry for the late update but I got caught up in one of my other stories. Happy Holidays people!

(1)Extract from the book