Ruthless

A True Blood/Harry Potter Crossover

Pairings: Eric/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Bill/Sookie

Note: Now I realize these two fictitious stories are from two different times, but since this is fanfiction and AU, I hope no one really minds that. Also, I do not own Harry Potter or True Blood. They were created by J.k Rowling and Charlaine Harris. I own nothing.

Chapter One: Flight

Harry never thought that one day he'd be boarding a national airline to America. Nor did he think he'd be doing so alone. Without the presence of his two closest friends, Harry felt a tight knot in his chest, one he couldn't seem to quite rid himself of. Word had spread through the wizarding world that the vampires had 'come out of their coffins' due to he invention of 'True Blood', a Japanese blood drink used to appease a vampires thirst. Because of this, vampires were apparently considered harmless.

Now Harry wasn't one to judge based on breed. Hell, he'd befriended a half giant, a centaur and a werewolf. No, it was not what they were that unnerved him. It was what they were capable of. Sure, as a wizard he felt he could hold his own against them, but as for the muggles they presented themselves to? Helpless prey just waiting to be drained. Needless to say, none of the ministry officials had been too happy about the situation. As predicted, many muggles flipped about the idea of vampires existing, while others seemed to embrace it. Since then, even with the war going on, people in his world had been debating: ("Should we let ourselves be known as well?") Many were tired of hiding, but others seemed perfectly content on it.

("It protects us and our way of life. Besides, haven't you heard the stories? Muggles have been draining vampires of their blood. Stupid people, the bloody stuffs dangerous, they're all gonna get themselves killed!") Harry himself wasn't so certain which side he was on. He didn't like the idea of walking alone after dark, constantly on edge of a sudden vampire attack.

Although after years of being told to look over his shoulder for some psycho serial killer out to get him, being paranoid, for him, wasn't anything to be concerned about. Harry shifted slightly in his seat. The plane would be taking off in just a few minutes. He was tempted to contact Ron and Hermione through his shard mirror. Both had been sent on separate missions. Ron had been given direction to a town in California, while Hermione was located to Washington. It may have eased his anxiety to hear from either of them. However, it, along with his other possessions, were locked safely under the plane. Furthermore, he was certain he'd get plenty of stares from passengers should they find him whispering to a shard of a broken glass mirror.

He'd never flown on anything besides his broom, and perhaps Buckbeak, Hagrid's Hippogriff, and quite frankly, he was scared. Planes crashed. They ran out of fuel over oceans, drop into the sea and are never seen again. As a wizard, he himself quite possibly would survive such a crash. Nonetheless, it wasn't something he'd even want to have to think about. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath as the announcer gave instruction of their take off. And then, the plane was moving, further and further until it gave a lurch, and the planes wheels retracted, sending them into flight.

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Louisiana was much different from his hometown. Instead of the grassy hills and rivers he'd been used to seeing, there were buildings and...well more buildings. Harry dragged his suitcase effortlessly across the gravel sidewalk, searching now for the Portkey that had been planted specifically for him, thanks to the help of Arthur Weasley. It would safely transport him to Bon Temps, approximately a few meters from the house he'd purchased. Arthur and Molly had suggested he use magic as little as possible, despite the fact that he was now eighteen years old and very much able to use without breaking the law, the idea was to not attract too much attention to himself.

Not with the world as it was. Not now that Voldemort himself had taken over the wizarding world, slowly expanding toward the states. It was why he'd been sent here in the first place.

Gather members onto their side, to defend against Lord Voldemort, who'd already succeeded in getting the giants on his side, as well as many other creatures, including vampires. Although some magical creatures, such as goblins preferred to stay out of what they called "wizarding affairs", He needed to inform the Head Sheriff in Bon Temps about what may lay ahead for the vampires who refuse to join either side.

He wondered briefly what this vampire sheriff would be like. He hoped, cooperative in terms of at least listening to what he'd have to say. What he wanted most at this very moment was to just find this Portkey, find the sheriff, tell him about the plan and whether or not he succeeded, get back to England. Perhaps if his mission wasn't successful, Hermione or Ron's might be. However, everyone had informed him about not being too hasty. It would look rather strange, to buy a house for a matter of days before leaving. But making a home in a place so unfamiliar? It wasn't something he was too keen on doing.

Where the hell is it?

His emerald eyes scanned the area. Nothing but buildings and roadways. He'd only been here several minutes and he was already frustrated. The sky itself was an orangish-red, marking the commencement of the setting sun.

He took his wand out of his back pocket, making sure to look both ways before doing so of course before placing it in his palm so it lay flat. he leaned down and whispered;

"Point me."

The wand spun around in his hand, and pointed North. So it was up ahead. He walked up a ways until he came across an empty bottle of soda. His eyes broadened a bit. Was this it? He reached down, grasping hold of the bottle. Immediately, he felt himself being tugged, as though a fishing rod had snagged on his navel and was sweeping him off his feet. He felt himself swirling, unseeing in a vortex of sorts before he felt himself hit the hard, dirt ground outside an ancient looking house. His suitcase lay forgotten a few feet in front of him.

Feeling pain on his back he'd unfortunately landed on, Harry slowly stood to his feet, straightening up. The house was made of brick, a dark red color that eerily enough, reminded him of blood. The house itself had clearly been around for many generations. Walking toward the house, Harry picked his suitcase off from the ground, and made his way up the creaky steps. Underneath a new outdoor mat (likely put there as a welcome), was a gold key.

He opened the door of his new home and stepped inside. It was badly in need of repairs. The house had no working lights, or electricity obviously, and the place itself was dusty. It wouldn't take as long if he simply used his wand, however, he was limited. He decided he'd use a spell to clean up all the dust, but everything else, he'd simply have to do the muggle way. Not something he was really against. For years he'd been a self-supposed muggle, doing housework chores for the Dursley's. It wasn't too much different now.

He carried his suitcase up the steps and into the first room he'd come across, which luckily had been the master bedroom. Not really feeling up to unpacking at the moment, Harry opened the suitcase, taking out a dark blue sleeping bag before pointing his wand at the room.

"Tergeo."

it was as if the dust had suddenly vanished into the floors. Content with his work, Harry lay the sleeping back in the middle of the floor, before placing the suitcase in the closet, closing it behind him. Suddenly feeling very awake, he decided to explore the town. Despite it being winter, Bon Temps was a rather warm town. In England, he wouldn't have been capable of wearing what he was now. A light, blue jacket with a gray t-shirt and blue jeans. It was warm enough in fact, for him to remove his jacket, and place it back in the closet along with the suitcase. He smiled to himself, and placed his wand safely in his back pocket, hidden from view.

He decided he'd head out to find someplace to eat. He had found himself to be rather famished now. As if on cue, his stomach growled. Harry headed down the steps once more, out of the house, and down the darkening road.

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"Hello Sir, and how may I help you tonight?" Sookie smiled pleasantly at the red haired man sitting in front of her. The man smiled back and for once, Sookie thought that perhaps she wouldn't have to hear another sick-minded man thinking perverse thoughts...

Damn, I'd like to take you back to my place, what do you say baby? Want to be a little dirty for me?

Sookie's eyes widened and she forced herself not to glare daggers. Again with this. It was times like these she really despised being able to read minds. Not that she liked it anyhow, but it was a convenience when it needed to be. Then again, half the time it was a pain in her ass.

"What would you like, sir?" she said, though this time her tone hinted at annoyance, which apparently, the dirty old man caught. "What's your problem?" he leered. "Nothing." she said, and gave another, this time, half-hearted smile.

"Order?" She really didn't want to be around him anymore.

Damn, she's weird, but I'd still have her all night..."

Sookie clenched her teeth, disgust rising inside her. "I'll have the steak and a beer, hold the ice." Sookie nodded, scribbling it down and quickly turned away, heading toward the counter. "Lafayette, another order." she placed it on the order wheel above her. She must have looked rather miffed because her friend raised a brow.

"Another nasty bitch thinkin' bout you?" Sookie gave a curt nod before turning her head toward the next available table. As if that alone had done it, a boy entered into the restaurant, wearing a gray top and blue jeans. He was looking quite lost, as though he were very new to the town. And perhaps he was as she'd never seen him before in her life. She zeroed in on him. She did dislike prying into peoples minds, but she was undeniably curious about this one. He seemed innocent enough, but after the murderer in Bon Temps, and the freaky 'god is coming' crap that happened a while back, she wasn't sure she wanted to take any chances.

Her eyes locked on the target, she listened intently.

"…Merlottes huh? It's really rather different here. Everything so ancient looking. Then again, Hogwarts is ancient too…"

She wrinkled her brow in confusion. Hogwarts? She'd never heard of it. But the boys inner thoughts were that of a British accent. So this one was from across the pond. How interesting.

"…I wonder if they have anything good to eat here…shame it's a muggle town, I'd order butterbeer otherwise…"

Muggle? Butterbeer? His thoughts just kept getting stranger and stranger. Still, she listened in. However, suddenly the boy frowned. His eyes began searching rapidly around the diner until they landed right on Sookie, who's heart gave a leap. And then, to her shock, the thoughts stopped. The boy stood their at the front, staring at her as though deciding whether or not to confront her. In the end, he turned away, and took a seat in the once empty spot. Sookie's eyes wandered toward the boy yet again, and attempted to listen in on his thoughts, wondering with immense interest, what he might be thinking now.

She zeroed in on him, and concentrated…nothing. She couldn't hear anything. It was as if he had no thoughts. But she'd heard them, plain as day a moment ago. She couldn't access his mind. Her mouth dropped slightly, perplexed by such a situation. No one could ever block her telepathy apart from vampires, and other supernatural creatures. But this boy she could read a moment ago, and not now. As if he'd blocked her from his mind! The boy hadn't been looking at her luckily. Instead, he was staring out of the polished glass window, the night sky alighting with the rising moon.

Sookie made her way over to the boy, giving the back of his head a warm smile. "Hey there." shocking green eyes locked on hers. They seemed to be filled with curiosity and suspicion. However, the boy smiled back a little. "Hello."

"You must be new here, I've never seen you around." The boy nodded. "Yes, I've only just arrived actually." Sookie raised her brows. "That right? Where'd you come from? Judging from your accent, I'd say England, but I didn't want to be wrong- "No you're right." He interrupted politely.

"And you chose a small town like this to move to?" Sookie grinned. "No offense, but given the chance I'd move out of this rickety old place." the boy gave her an amused grin. "Yes well, I kind of figured this might be a quiet town. I do like the quiet." Sookie nodded. "Oh me too…trust me." She laughed lightly. "Look at me, chatting your ear off! How may I help you tonight?"

"Do you have fish and chips?" Sookie tilted her head in question. "Fish and chips?" The boy flushed a bit. "Oh! Well in America, you'd call it…Fish and Fries?" Sookie's confusion was replaced with a cheerful smile. "Oh, well yes we do!" She wrote down the order. "We'll have your order in a few minutes." She turned to walk off but stopped in her tracks, looking back. "I'm Sookie by the way. Sookie Stackhouse." The boy nodded. "I'm Harry P-er-Black. Harry Black."

"Nice to meet you then Harry Black. And welcome to Bon Temps!" with that, she turned on her heel, and headed toward the front counter. She hadn't forgotten what had happened of course. She still wondered, with an unwavering interest, why she suddenly could no longer hear his mind.

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Authors Note: That's all for chapter one. I will be updating very soon of course. Perhaps even tomorrow. I hope you all liked it! And yes, Eric will be appearing very soon as well.