Title: I hope you know by now

Author: Keg369

Gear: crossover

Pairings: None at this time.

Warnings: blood, guts, general mayhem, and a wee bit of language

Author's Note: I don't own Harry Potter or Darren Shan. Thank you all so much for reviewing. And sorry this took so long to post but you know how it goes.

"Darren! What the hell is wrong with you! What happened back there?" Larten felt panicked he didn't know what to do. And Darren wasn't talking he had locked himself in his room. Larten could hear Darren's strangled breathing and unnatural heart rate. Something was very wrong. "Please Darren open the door and tell me what's wrong. If you don't I'll break this door down…"

"I don't know." Larten blinked at the black and silver Victorian styled door. He didn't know? The sent of the wolf, Lupin, hit his nose all at once the human's scents Dumbledore and Snape came soon after. Larten hesitantly walked towards the main door of his and Darren's chamber to deal with them.

He opened the door to find Dumbledore with his hand up in the air posed to nock.

" Master Crepsley. Does his highness mind if we come in to have a little chat?" Larten watched the man carefully no good would come of this. The man's aura fairly screamed manipulator. Dumbledore was a puppet master as sure as Larten was a Vampire.

"I think it would be best if you came back another night. His highness is not feeling very well."

The man smiled his blue eyes becoming narrow, "But he is to start class tonight. And we simply must converse about his display in the great hall. I do believe we may have to talk about some sort of punishment."

Larten bit the inside of his cheek the blood that filled his mouth calmed him down a bit. "Then please come in." Larten opened the door wider moving out of the way of the men and wolf. He couldn't help but snarl at Snape. Luckily it was subhuman hearing the wolf gave him a look that mite have been a smile.

He motioned the wizards to the black couch taking a chair in front of them. " What do you believe I need to punish his highness for?"

Dumbledore drew in a breath before he began, " This morning I sent letters informing all the parents of my students of the Prince being here. I told them of all the security precautions so on and so fourth. And believe me I have had numerous owls back. I have been able to deal with all of their concerns. But what will I tell them once they hear from their sons and daughters that he bruised then licked one of their classmates."

Larten bit the inside of his cheek harder as he pretended to be surprised, " His highness was healing her. She should be honored after she got in his way."

Dumbledore's lips got thinner, " and the bruises she has two handprints from when he grabbed her. The school nurse can't heal them but then wounds inflicted by Magical creatures are tricky things aren't they."

"I'm going to join the party."

"Darren? Are you well now?"

"I'll be fine the sooner this is over the sooner we can get out of here."

"I was startled. Grabbing her so hard was a reflex. " All three wizards jumped as Darren walked in behind them he had taken off his cape and suit. Only in white shirt and black pants his hair was freshly brushed he looked as stunning as always. Larten stood up and gave a bow, which Darren nodded back at. " Larten please get me my school supply's they are on my vanity in my room."

"What are you doing?"

" Don't worry I've got this covered. I don't want you gone. I just think we should demonstrate just how fast you can get my books."

Larten smirked, "of course my lord."

As he left the room Darren was starting to set down. When Larten returned with the books Darren's backside was just hitting the seat cushion. The wizards looked so uneasy he thought for a moment they might say something. But Darren continued on as if nothing strange had occurred. "I hate to say I told you so. But I did."

Dumbledore raised a white eyebrow, "may I ask what you mean by that your highness?"

Darren snorted, "You know very well what I mean. I told you that me mixing with your students was a very bad idea. And now look what's happened a girl was needlessly harmed."

They all stiffened Dumbledore eyes became more calculating, " then I guess we have no choice you will have no contact with the other students. I will send the owls out in the morning."

" Then I speculate that will be all." Larten fought a smile at Darren's tone he was verbally waving them away.

"No it will not be all boy." Larten's eye locked on to Snape. The human was just so obstinate. Maybe Darren should seduce him he might be easier to deal with then.

"What else is there to be discussed pray tell? Have you changed your mind and want me to teach you something." Snape turned red once more. It was really an unbecoming shade on the man.

But his embarrassment didn't stop him from speaking, " you broke the rules of our agreement you harmed and drank blood from one of the students. As head of your house I demand you be punished."

"Act as if you don't know its wrong not to clean people you injure. I think you may have to do a bit of seduc…"

"If you want to live much longer you wont finish that sentence. I am not seducing this man not now not ever. Is that clear."

Larten sighed "crystal."

" I cut her on my nails. I cleaned her. What do you take me for some savage?"

Dumbledore sighed, "I must agree with Professor Snape your highness."

As Darren blinked at them Larten looked at the wolf who's knuckles were turning white he obviously didn't agree with what was going on. Strange for him not to voice his disagreement Wolves were not known to take anything lying down.

"Fine. Larten punish me as you see fit." He looked at Darren in horror he couldn't be serous.

"Just rough me up a bit. It will make them feel sorry for me and give us more leeway."

"Please take off your shirt my lord. We wouldn't want to get blood on it."

Darren stood up and stripped the shirt off with practiced ease laying it on the chair he was just sitting on.

The wizards gasped as Darren's wiry muscled form was displayed his pale skin was almost glowing. The scars that crisscrossed every part of him stood out as some beautifully morbid artwork. Darren was distinctive in that way somehow making marks of pain glorious.

The Wolf was the only one to speak then, "What are you going too…"

Larten struck quickly breaking at lest five of Darren's ribs on the right side.

AN: so what do you guy's think? I know its short but…