Title: A different saga, part 3

Author: Me

Pairing: Jasper/Draco

Summary: Victoria is back and Draco suddenly finds himself the object of her desire along with Bella. (Plot might stray from this a little)

Crossover: Harry Potter/Twilight

Warnings: Slash, Crossover,

Rating: M just to be safe.

Chapters: 7/?

A/N: you will need to read part 1 and 2 before you read this.
Hey guys! READ, THIS IS IMPORTANT IF YOU LIKE MY STORY! I am just going to let you know now that in about a month I will be gone for about 2 months or so. I am going to try my hardest to finish this story but part 4 will be next year. And sorry this chapter is shorter than the others!

PREVIOUSLY-

"Well if it isn't my favorite nephew!" Bellatrix's slightly insane voice sliced through the air.

Chapter Seven

"Auntie…What are you doing here?" Draco took a step forward glancing at Harry's angry expression to the shocked ones of the Cullens and Bella.

"Why looking for you of course! Let me tell you, you were quite the hard one to find." Giggling a little Bellatrix turned her attention to Harry. A twisted smile appeared on her lips.

"If it isn't ickle Potter! And how are you fairing these days?"

"Just dandy Lestrange." Harry said venomously. "And you?"

"Oh you know I have my days." She twisted her hair around her claw-like wand.

"Aren't you meant to be with mother and father?" Draco stepped between the two before they moved on to other topics.

"I was, Cissi mentioned your troubles. I was feeling quite useless so I thought I might lend a hand. A red-headed vampire named Victoria, correct?" At Draco's nod she continued. "And you're the muggle girl she's after, yes?" Bellatrix said pointing her wand at Bella. Draco watched as Edward shifted closer to Bella as she timidly nodded in the affirmative.

"You were the one that broke into Bella's room, why?" Edward stood and faced Bellatrix.

"Oh, was that your house?" Bellatrix laughed stepping closer to the group. "I was following Draco's sent. That's how I found my way to this," Looking around, Bellatrix wrinkled her nose in disgust. "charming house."

"Why didn't you send an owl?" Draco questioned her, moving back over to Jasper now that he was sure Harry wouldn't snap and attack his aunt.

"Where's the fun in that?" Bellatrix looked at him like he was the crazy one.

"Of course." Draco shook his head and turned to everyone. "Guys this is my aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange. Auntie this is Rosalie, Emmett, Edward, Bella, Alice, Carlisle, Esme, Jasper and you know Harry." Draco concluded the introduction.

"Oh yes, I do know Potter." Bellatrix stared intently at Harry for a moment before seemingly changing personalities. "But that's all in the past now isn't it Harry dear?" She smiled, showing no teeth.

Though before harry could respond Draco cut across him, "Harry we need to talk." Talking his arm Draco dragged him out of the room. The last thing he heard was his aunt say; "So you're the vampire screwing my nephew?"

"What is it Draco," Harry said as they entered an empty room.

"Look Harry, I know this," Draco motioned behind him, "isn't ideal but Aunt Bella is a wicked hunter, ten times better than that James character and she's powerful, as insane as she is, we may need her."

Harry's brow creased as it always did when he was thinking too hard on the one thing. Minutes went by and finally Draco became impatient. "Well?" He snapped.

"Fine," Harry sighed. "But I won't be happy about it, and if she kills me in my sleep, I'll haunt you for the rest of your life."

"That's the spirit." Draco clapped him on the back and walked back in to the others where an awkward silence hung around the Cullens and Bella.

"Alright," Draco smiled around at everyone. "Let's plan."

They spent the rest of the day discussing Victoria and what her possible next move was. Bellatrix, from her deatheater days, volunteered insights to what she thought a crazed vampire would strike next and how. Unfortunately for Harry hers seemed the most plausible.
"An army," Jasper said. "Of course that would be the logical thing to do."

Draco and Jasper sat, facing each other, on Draco's bed that night.

"Your aunt is brilliant," Jasper told him.

"She was always rather good at war." Draco informed him. Shifting to lie on his back, Draco closed his eyes. Moments later he felt Jasper's cold hand stroke his flushed cheek.

"Bella wants the wolves to help." Draco opened his eyes and looked up at Jasper.

"I know. Carlisle and I have already discussed training."

"I'm guessing that you will be the instructor?"

"Of course, I have the most experience in that particular field."

"As long as you don't get yourself killed." Draco warned him.

"I'll try," Jasper joked.

"When do we start?" Draco asked.

"Tomorrow at dawn."