Author: Patricia de Lioncourt PM
A CastlevaniaHarry Potter crossover. Voldemort has come to close to capturing Harry. Dumbledore, calling upon a favor owed to him, requests that Dracula hide Harry within Castlevania for the summer. How will the poor young wizard cope?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Supernatural - Harry P. & Dracula - Chapters: 9 - Words: 8,857 - Reviews: 113 - Favs: 89 - Follows: 44 - Updated: 10-03-06 - Published: 02-02-05 - Status: Complete - id: 2246192
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A/N- This chapter is the last of this beloved little story. However, as I've stated in a previous chapter, it will have a sequel. The title of said sequel will be "Wizarding Dhampire." That ought to leave you in suspense! Now, please enjoy!
Harry sat, his legs crossed ankle over knee, on Dracula's throne. Meanwhile, the two Dark Lords that had taken it upon themselves to battle it out over Harry's life had each taken up position on opposite sides of the room. Voldemort was to Harry's right, while Dracula was at his left.
"Remember the rules, Voldemort," Dracula said, with a slight inclination of his head.
"I think you are the one that ought to be reminded of the rules, Dracula," Voldemort retorted, followed Dracula's example.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry muttered.
Dracula had told Harry that he did not need his wand…that this battle was not going to last long. The Boy-Who-Lived hoped that he had meant that in his favor. However, he had his wand out and hidden to the side of the throne…just in case.
Voldemort and Dracula each took a step back, then forward. Voldemort drew his wand while Dracula merely pulled his cloak closed. Harry had hidden his eyes. He did not want to witness this. He had an deep, hollow feeling in his gut that said that this was not going to end well. After a few moments of no noises of battle drifting to his ears, Harry peeked through his hand. At seeing what was before him, he dropped his hand and sighed exasperatedly.
Neither had moved. Voldemort still had his wand held high, and Dracula still had a hold on his cloak. Even the Death Eaters looked confused.
"Umm…Milord, what's wrong?" one Death Eater dared ask.
But Voldemort ignored him. Instead, his words were directed at his opponent.
"It is your move, Tepes," he hissed.
"No, I do believe it is yours," Dracula answered.
"I pulled my wand before you pulled your cloak."
"We did so at the same time. However, I moved forward first," the Vampire King said.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake," Harry muttered, slumping down in the throne. "We're going to be here for a while."
No less than five hours later…neither had moved! Both Dracula and Lord Voldemort simply kept saying that it was the other's move. Harry had allowed his wand to drop and was now fighting sleep. As for Voldemort's Death Eaters, they were actually asleep. Finally, annoyed from fighting his own eyelids, Harry stood.
"Look, it doesn't matter who's turn it is! Are you evil or are you evil? Would someone please just try to kill each other or something!" he yelled, looking between the two Dark Lords.
For their part, they looked fairly shocked from this outburst. The sheer volume of Harry's voice had woken the Death Eaters, and they were now standing at attention again. Recovering first, Voldemort scoffed.
"You are quite eager to die, Potter," he said. "I would think that you would want your dark protector to go first so that he might have a better chance of winning. I don't believe you meant what you said."
"Damned right I did! I'm bored, your Death Eaters are bored, and frankly, I think the boredom is more likely to kill me before either of you two!" the Boy-Who-Lived shot back.
Voldemort scoffed again and turned his attention back to Dracula.
"I await your first move, Dracula," he said.
However, the Vampire King shook his head.
"You know, I do believe Harry had a point. I too grow weary of this. I've decided to end it," he said, matter-of-factly.
In less than a blink of an eye, Dracula vanished and reappeared behind Voldemort. The Death Eaters gasped as Voldemort turned to face him. But the Dark Wizard was too slow. When Dracula pulled back his cape, two, large black fireballs that were simply pulsing with heat energy materialized within it and were released. They collided with Voldemort, resulting in his semi-immediate death and agonizing screams. When the flames that had sprung up from his body finally died, nothing but ash was left.
Harry's jaw dropped almost to the floor, and his eyes were as wide as saucers. The Death Eaters were gasping and whispering feverishly amongst themselves. Dracula turned his back to them with a whirl of his cloak and stated, "All too easy."
The Death Eaters fell into a worried silence. Harry smiled and muttered, "Always so theatrical."
With a smile and a wink shot quickly in the direction of Harry, Dracula turned and addressed the followers of the deceased Lord Voldemort.
"I'm quite sure you've all realized by now that it would be very, very, undeniably stupid to challenge me if I could do that to Voldemort," the Vampire King said, gesturing to the pile of ash. "However, if you all leave peacefully and go about your lives, I will not harm you."
Seeming to have made up their minds, they began to edge slowly toward the door. Dracula smiled.
"I trust you all noticed on the way up that there is an Apparition Barrier around my castle. If you want a quick way down, simply leave out of here, go down the stairs on the right side of the wall, take the small elevator, and then you shall find a trapdoor to the left that will substantially shorten the travel to the castle's base. Farewell," Dracula said.
Harry left his place standing before Dracula's throne as the Death Eaters scurried out of the room. As soon as the two doors shut, the vampire smiled mischievously, saying, "But that is a loooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnggggg drop."
Harry laughed as did Dracula. They laughed even harder as they heard the first Death Eater scream as they apparently stepped into Dracula's "shortcut." Finally, Harry shook his head and turned to his longtime host.
"I don't know how I could ever repay you," he said.
"Hmm," Dracula said. "Actually, you can simply say that you owe me a favor. A favor on which I will eventually call upon."
Harry laughed, but at the stern look from Dracula, he stopped.
"You're serious! Look, I didn't ask for you to do this! I'm not killing anyone for you! How can you be so selfish as to say I owe you a favor?" he said.
"Hey, I'm evil. And I won't ask you to kill anyone…or at least, I don't think I will. I'm not sure what I will need from you yet, to be honest. But, no matter. I shall go write to Dumbledore to retrieve you. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Potter," Dracula said, extending his hand.
Shaking his head, Harry shook it. "Yeah, whatever. You too."
With a smile--and another whirl of his cloak--Dracula strode from the room. Harry walked over to the throne and picked up his wand. It was all slowly sinking in. One Dark Lord had been trying to kill him. Another Dark Lord had saved him. And now, he was indebted--because he really couldn't argue with that fact--to the Dark Lord that had saved him.
"Out of the frying pan, into the fire," he muttered, leaving the throne room.