Alright... I have to say... this is probably now my most absolute favorite fanfiction I have ever written. I really have no clue why... but it was fun to write about a man who practically never speaks. And... it's probably one of my most fluff like endings ever... EVER! Is definitely a very sweet moment. So, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Disclaimer: No own either... and I owned both, watch out...

Warnings: AU, slight OOCness (though I tried XD), some language and some sexual themes.

Worlds Collide

HP/Tekken X-Over

by:

Kiyoshi Michi

All I could see was blood. Blood, blood everywhere. It was on my scraped and bruised knuckles. It was splattered over my clothes. It was trickling down the face of the man on the ground. It was pooled around my feet. It was pooled around the man's head. It splattered the walls of the make shift arena.

It was silent.

The crowd no longer cheered. They made not a sound. From what I could see of their face, they were stricken with horror and, quite frankly, so was I. My hands shook as I stared at the blood-stained flesh.

The man on the ground was not dead, but that did not matter. He had done nothing to me. Yet, I had beat him until he was nearly unrecognizable. I had no idea I could even fight in the first place, let alone so well. It was a fist fight, so I had not used magick, even to heal myself... yet... I was brutal. I actually blacked out at one point during the fight.

Without knowing where I was going, I bolted. I ran from the arena and the people staring at me like I was a freak. I knew I was... I had always known. My 'family' made sure I knew every single day how much of a freak I was. When I was far from the people, I fell to my knees and buried my face in my bloody hands.

I was going insane.

It could be nothing else. I could hear voices I knew belonged to no one. I could see people who were not there. I could even fell someone picking me up, but... that could not be. I was blood soaked. No stranger touched another blood soaked stranger. It was simply unheard of.

The face of the vision carrying me would be scary to many others. It was scarred and his eyes were so pale the pupil seemed to be the only thing there. But whoever the vision represented, he seemed so strong in his silence. I fell asleep as I saw him climb into a helicopter, still holding me.

When I woke, I was in a very comfortable bed. I was not naked, but my clothes had been changed and the blood cleaned from my skin. Waking in such a way was a far nicer comfort than any I had had in a very long time, since I left Hogwarts. It took a great deal of effort on my part, but I sat up and took in my surroundings.

The walls were painted a nice, almost calming light beige and the floor was a slightly darker carpet. It looked quite plush and I realized it was when I planted my feet to stand. The bed was large and suspended from the ceiling, which scared me just slightly, and covered in thick pillows and a dark brown comforter I never wanted to leave. There were several large windows, a number of them opened to let in a light breeze that felt quite pleasant.

They apparently did not expect me to make a run for it.

A large armoire was pushed into a corner, and there was door across from me and to my right. After a quick inspection, I learned the door in front of me led into a bathroom with a large shower (the modern kind that was nothing more than a sunk in floor and a ring of metal for a shower head).

I think I should have been freaking out now, but all I could think was that somebody certainly seemed to want to spoil me. If only I had a change of clothes, I might have tried out that shower. I left the bathroom and moved to other door, knowing now it was the door out. I was surprised when the handle turned easily and I could open the door.

No one had locked me in.

Dumbledore used to lock me in a room at night, so this was such a gift to me. Throwing wind to caution, I left the room and closed the door quietly behind me. I could seen men in uniforms moving around, some of them conversing in hushed tones to each other. Not a single one gave me a strange look; rather, they all nodded a greeting my way and I returned it, feeling more and more surprised as I explored.

I blushed when I found communal showers, causing the men to laugh, though in a way more akin to finding me adorable than mocking me. Afterwords, I found their sleeping quarters, a library, a kitchen full of staff who were so kind and offered me enough food to feed a nation, a dining hall full of men who all seemed so cheerful to see me walk in (they all cheered and raised their glasses when I walked in), a number of locked doors, and doors that led to a courtyard.

My tour done, I returned to the dining hall to the same response as before. One of the men even came up and pushed me towards the chefs, helping me to order my food and then leading me back to a table where he was sitting with his friends.

"Alright then, you seemed confused. Why?"

"Well... I am not used to people being quite so... happy to even see me."

The man paused then smiled and took a bite of... whatever that meat was on his plate. "You a Brit? Cuz you certainly sound like one. Got no problem with it, but we don't see many Brits out here. Now then, I'm Fane. These men here are Svintila, Adone, and Vlad. What about chu?"

"My name is Harry."

He suddenly laughed and slapped my back, causing me to smile though I was confused. I think he noticed this because he pointed a fork at me and said, "Look. You got the easiest name to pronounce here. 'Cept maybe Vlad, but that ain't his real name. Not even he likes his real name." Everyone laughed at this and I could not help but chuckle. These men were just so friendly I could not help but feel safe around them.

However, everyone suddenly stopped talking and stood up, bowing, as someone walked in. I did the same, completely confused, and looked for what caused such a reaction. There, at the front, I saw the vision who had saved me. The same scarred face, the same pale eyes, the same dark hair in a low ponytail. I found myself staring at him, even when he turned and his eyes caught mine.

Time slowed for a few minutes, both of us just staring at each other until a chef suddenly asked him a question and his gaze turned, the spell breaking. I was left dumbfounded as I sat back down with Fane and the others. It was so strange and when I asked Fane who that was, he sent me a smile so wide and full of... pride... "That's Dragunov, our... leader. This group's a sorta special army he commands. We all helped 'im bring in Azazel, the damned beast he found and fought 'imself!"

I nodded and when Fane went back to talking with his group, I found my eyes searching out the man known as Dragunov. Disappointment welled in my chest when I could not find him and I found myself furrowing my brows, thinking 'How strange.'

"Aw, damn Harry! Had no idea ya could fight like this!"

Fane was bent over, wheezing and out of breath while I just stood there, blinking. I was not tired - out of breath - bleeding - having difficulties standing straight. I had decided enough was enough when his swings were causing him to spin in circles and when he had his back turned, I twitched my middle finger and a seat appeared near him.

"Fane, I think you should rest a bit."

He did not fight as I pushed him back, but he looked severely shocked when I pushed him back onto the bench. He stared at me, questions swimming in his eyes, and I could not help myself. "Forgive me. I am not familiar with how anything works here. However, if you have monsters like this Azazel, I may not be nearly as strange as I first believed." I grabbed his arm and flicked my wrist, the skin losing the shine of bruises and all the small cuts healing.

"Wow! What else can ya do, Harry?"

"A great deal of things. Where I was raised for half of my life, this was somewhat normal."

"Somewhat?"

"Yes. Most children, and adults, needed wands to concentrate the magick. I did not need to be taught wandless and wordless magick - it just came to me. When Dum... when he found out, he locked me away from my friends, my true friends, Draco and Severus and the twins. I begged my magick and Hogwarts to send me somewhere better and... I found myself here, fighting. Always fighting... always tainted by the blood of those who could have remained unharmed..."

I trailed off, staring at my hands. The blood had been washed away, but I could still see it. Sirius was dead, Remus and Tonks were dead, leaving Teddy, a great deal of the Weasleys had died, Hermione killed herself, Neville died protecting Luna... the people here... they did not die, but there was always so much blood.

I was about to start freaking out, having a mental breakdown, before a hand suddenly landed on my shoulder. My head turned; I could see Dragunov standing beside me, a leather clad hand a reassuring weight on my shoulder. He did not say anything but he leveled his steady gaze with mine and I found... he did not need to. His look was not that of pity, or any other such emotion I did not need, but rather, all I could see in his eyes was a plain strength that I fed off of like some parasite.

Before I could help myself, I smiled and let my hands drop back to my side. "Thank you."

Again, he did not speak. He simply nodded his head and pulled his hand away, walking off with his arms behind his back. When I looked back at Fane, he had his mouth dropped open with shock written clearly across his face. "What?"

"He don't ever reassure none o' us like dat! He must like ya, Harry."

I blinked dumbly. "Well... he likes you guys too, right?"

"'Course he does! Otherwise, none o' us would be here. But you... he likes ya more." He suddenly smirked and I felt myself twitch. "Aww, Harry, why didn't ya tell us ya was gay?"

"... I hardly find that to be something to discuss so casually..."

"Why? Ain't none o' us gonna judge ya none. Since Dragunov accepts all o' us, we accept each other. Some o' the others are gay too and, mind ya, we all share a bedroom and showers! Svinnie's gay, ain't ya Svinnie?"

The other man gave a noncommittal grunt. He looked more pissed at being called 'Svinnie' then being asked if he was gay. I found I rather liked all these men. "Now then, as I was sayin', none o' us mind, Harry. We all like ya and we like Dragunov and if ya two gettin' together makes ya both happy, then we're gonna be happy. Got it?"

I nodded and he smiled, lightly punching me in my chest. A man I had known less than a week accepted me far more quickly than Ron, a friend I had for years. I spent more time healing the wounds I caused, smiling the entire time.

XXXX

I covered my mouth as I squeaked, though it must have been too late as I got a raised brow for my efforts.

I had been sitting in the library I found, devouring book after book. They were so much more interesting than anything I had back home. The men left me alone when they saw me curled up in a chair, a book held up practically to my nose, and I loved them more for it. Unlike my old friends, they understood when I wished to be left alone.

However, I must have been more lost in my thoughts than I originally thought since, when I looked up, Dragunov was standing in front of a bookcase, a hand over his mouth as his eyes scanned the titles. I squeaked in surprise, tried to hide, and failed. He was now staring at me with something akin to... amusement in his eyes.

"Just... shut up."

He shook his head once, as if to say 'I said nothing.' Of course he had not said anything, but I knew what he was thinking. I had learned to see the slightly movements on his face and his body, knowing exactly what he was thinking and his emotions. Not many others knew how to read him as well as I did; in fact, I often scared the others when I told them what it was and what would happen... and get it right.

"You may not have said anything, but I just know what you are thinking." He waved his hand. "Do not mock me. I had practice on a man who, admittedly spoke more than you, but hid behind a mask!" The side of his lip quirked slightly. "What? The man pretended to hate me - I had to see past it. And now, we are good friends."

He paused and rubbed his chin in thought, staring at the ground. Finally, he looked back at me, his finger still resting on his chin just below his lower lip. "Well... of course I miss him. I miss him and Draco and the twins. However, I did not think to bring them with me. It would be nice though... mocking Draco's narcissism, arguing wthh Severus over the small things, pranking people with Fred and George." His brows furrowed slightly and I could practically see the gears turning in his head.

Suddenly, he nodded to me. "Uh... yes, good night." He walked out the door, leaving me confused. I just had an entire conversation with the man... and he did not utter a single word.

I think my eyes almost bulged out of my head. Dragunov was standing next to me, trying to hide his smug smirk behind his hand but I knew otherwise. I reached back without looking and awkwardly pat his chest and arm. "I do not... I just... how did... I bloody love you." I think the smug smirk grew bigger.

"Draco!"

The blonde suddenly bolted from the seat and turned to stare at me. A long pause followed, the two of us staring each other down before suddenly, I had fallen to the ground with an armful of tearful Draco. "Harry, you prat! Where the hell have you been! I... oh dear, who's your friend?"

Dragunov raised a brow and I stood quickly, holding out my arms as if presenting a prize. "This is Dragunov, the mute and the man who saved me!"

"He's a mute?"

"Well... not really. But I have not heard him speak yet." Dragunov smirked again and I punched his arm. "Shut up! One day, I will!" He gave me a sidelong glance. "Yes, it is a goal of mine! I do not care if all I get from you is a 'Hi' as long as you speak!" He rolled his eyes and I huffed. "Don't laugh at me, you ass."

"Harry, for a man that doesn't speak, you certainly seem to know what to say."

"I can read him like a book and he finds it amusing."

"Potter, just... shut up. Whatever your friend did to get us here has given me quite the headache. So has the twins."

Severus looked tired. I sent a look to Dragunov and he nodded, moving to stand near Severus with his arm outstretched. The dour man at least understood this gesture as he stood and followed Dragunov out the door. I moved to sit near the twins, Draco following me. "So Harry, how has life been here?"

"Lovely since Dragunov took me in. All the men here are just... such wonderful men. I have befriended them all, though Fane and I are the closest. But... Draco..."

"Harry, I know that look. What have you got planned?"

"Someone is coming tomorrow that I think you will greatly enjoy meeting. In fact, we are getting a few visitors that I believe all of you will just... love."

"Dammit, Harry!"

"Draco... this world is full of some of the hottest men I have seen in such a long time. Even the foot soldiers here make me think some of the most vulgar things. But there are three men coming tomorrow... well, one is more of a teen but still. I have met them before and just... wow."

"... I think I'll be enjoying it here."

I laughed along with the twins as Draco sat back with a happy smirk.

XXXX

Draco was chewing the tip of his finger, staring openly and having a hard time breathing. I was trying so hard not to laugh. Severus was sitting straight up, more perfectly straight than a rod, and clenching his teeth. The twins, on the other, were across the table having a grand time playing with Leo's hair... not that the boy(1) seemed to mind the attention.

"Fred, George, leave him be. He did not come here to be mauled by the both of you."

"And how-"

"Do you-"

"Know that-"

"Dear Harry?"

I rolled my eyes and gave up, leaning back in the seat next to Dragunov. Draco was steadily inching closer to the silver-haired man, Lee, and Severus was staring down the man in the suit, Jin. I had practically seen this coming a mile away. However, I originally thought Severus would go for Lee and Draco for Jin, but I apparently it was not so. Jin and Severus would certainly fit as they were both such dour, sarcastic, and biting men. And Lee was often carefree and just someone I had a great deal of fun being around, as I was sure Draco would.

After what seemed hours, Jin turned his gaze to me - I was often the one who spoke in Dragunov's place - and spoke, his English spoken with little accent, just it was with Lee(2). "Now then, why have we been... invited... to come out here?"

"Hmm... just for."

His eye twitched, and I think Severus' did as well. I knew they both hated such things. "You brought us out here on a social call?"

"So it would seem, yes." Severus slapped me over the head. "Ow! What the hell? What was that for?"

"For being an absolute prat."

I sulked, but Severus did not know that Dragunov and I had planned all this. I had told them yesterday these men would be showing up... but that had not been planned until after I said it. Dragunov agreed (in his own way, mind you) that it was a splendid idea and had one of the soldiers contact Lee, Jin, and Leo to get them over here. I glanced quickly at Dragunov to see him staring at me. "Oh! It seems Dragunov has some business he needs to take care of."

He nodded and stood, walking a few paces away before turning to look at me with a brow raised. Interesting. "And it would appear as though he needs my help...?"

"Harry, was that a question?"

"No."

I got up quickly and made my way over to Dragunov, pausing long enough to look back at them. "Do not kill each other, alright?" Of course, they would not, but I could not let them know I knew otherwise. I stayed a few paces behind Dragunov as he walked away, leading me into the mostly unused library. We were the only two ever really in there.

I turned to look at him, to see what he wanted, but for the first time since I arrived there, he was completely unreadable. This was, in a way, nice because I got the chance to be pleasantly surprised when his palms came to rest on the sides of my face and his lips sealed over mine. It was a short, chaste kiss that spoke far more than any make out session would have, especially when he gathered me in his arms afterwords.

I was smiling like a loon into his chest, and I could feel his smile as he kissed the top of my head.

I woke the next morning feeling refreshed and warm. Of course, I always woke warm in the bed, but today was a little different as I had Dragunov as an extra heat source. I realized I had my back to his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. It was almost strange to see his arms bare as he slept without a top (he apparently got too hot when he did) but I found it endearing he trusted me enough do so.

I knew he was awake I felt him peppering kisses to the back of my neck. "Hmm... good morning." His hold on me tightened slightly and I could not help but smile. Many may have found his silence aggravating or unnerving, but it was simply one of the things I loved about him.

Of course, I wanted to hear him say something someday - anything - but not today.

His hold of me slipped as I sat up, leaning on my arms. He did not seem inclined to move quite yet today which I found strange. He was often up before even I was, and I was up before any of the soldiers here. "You know... I think Draco knows half of what happened." Dragunov did not even open his eyes, but I had gotten good at this... very good. "But I do believe he'll be disappointed to know I'm still virgin."

He opened one eye and stared at me, causing me to laugh. I rested my cheek on my arms, which were dangling from my knees curled to my chest. "Draco has this belief that people should have sex the moment they get together. I suppose it works for him, but I am not quite like my 'brother'." His one eye rolled and closed again. I smiled and went to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head at the last moment so our lips connected.

I smiled into the kiss and pulled away after a few moments, laughing when his eyes opened. He looked just slightly pissed off that I had pulled away so quickly. "What? It was meant to only be a kiss to the cheek but you moved. Now, I am going to take a shower." I got off the bed, but before I could take even a step away, his arm looped around my waist and pulled me back onto the bed.

His face hovered over mine, my eyes locked with his. We stayed like this for a few minutes before he leaned down and pulled me into a passionate kiss that stole my breath. I clung to him, thoughts on taking a shower taking a vacation in the back of my mind.

XXXX

"Draco, where's Severus?"

"How the hell should I know?"

"... you look awfully happy."

"I spent the night with Lee... but, something strange happened last night."

"You went five rounds instead of your normal four!"

He glared at me and shook his head. "We didn't even have sex." His glare darkened when my mouth fell open and my eyes widened. However, I could not help it. Draco always had sex with his lovers the first night... always. "Holy shit! You must damn near love the guy!"

Apparently he had not thought of that because it was his turn for his eyes to grow large. He stared at me with a questioning look and I slowly nodded. I knew Draco better than he did sometimes and, right now, I thought he had fallen hard for Lee. Hard, as in he had practically shattered every bone in his body.

And besides, I was a bitch, which I think Draco realized when arms suddenly draped around his shoulders from the back of the couch.

"Excellent. It seems you're stuck with me for awhile."

Draco looked like he was going to yell at me, but before he even started, his became the epitome of innocence. I was confused until I felt two hands come to rest on my shoulders and I laughed. It figured Draco would fear Dragunov. Draco feared anyone who hardly spoke as he felt he could not figure out what they were thinking if they did not. I looked up at Dragunov and raised a brow. "Took you long enough."

There was the barest hint of his shoulders moving in a shrug. "What an elaborate answer."

"His answers are never elaborate."

"Draco, shut up."

Lee started laughing behind Draco, using his thumbs to massage the base of Draco's neck while I glared at him. "His answers are elaborate enough for me. Not everyone needs to actually speak to communicate." Draco rolled his eyes and I would have punched him in the face if Dragunov had not chosen that moment to bend over and kiss my forehead.

"... fine, you win."

His lips quirked upward slightly before he straightened back up, standing behind my seat as if he was my guard.

Apparently, it was one of the days the soldiers had as a 'vacation' day, which only meant they got to whatever the hell they wanted outside. I was standing near the building with Dragunov next to me. Lee had run out, smiling and dragging a highly confused Draco behind him, declaring something about needing to buy Draco clothes.

He certainly knew Draco well enough already.

Leo had somehow been coerced into being a decoy for a prank the twins were pulling on Fane. Really, he was just so innocent looking it was hard not to help him when he was crying. I could just sense Dragunov roll his eyes. I even spotted Jin and Severus outside, both of them glaring intently at a chess board resting between them. I did not even know whose turn it was since neither had made a single move in well over an hour.

"You would think they were plotting the doom of their own lives and not playing chess." Dragunov turned his head to look at the two near the chess board and raised a brow. He looked like he knew something I did not. Thus, I continued to watch them until Jin suddenly looked up from the board and stared at Severus instead, until the man looked up. "What?"

I blinked as Jin suddenly picked up his king and set it down in front of Severus', causing the man to furrow his brows. "You are my king..." The Japanese man flicked Severus' queen away with his middle finger before looking Severus in the eye. "And I intend to have it remain so for quite some time."

A little unorthodox and not all that romantic, but I knew what he meant and I believe Severus did as well. For the time being, it was as close to an 'I love you' as Severus would get. Severus stared at the board a little longer before reaching out and pulling Jin closer to bring their lips together in a kiss that made me smile.

Severus hated mushy, romantic shit anyway.

"Harry..."

I stopped breathing, and I think everyone else did too, and turned slowly to look up at Dragunov, who was looking down at me. Had he really...? If so, I was in love with his voice. It was deep and just a little gruff (3). I believed he realized I could not speak right now, because he simply continued to amaze me. "I love you."

Looking at him, I knew that he knew I was having a hard time finding my own voice now. This was such a blessing because even though I whole-heartedly returned the sentiment, it took me a few moments to say it. "I... I love you too..."

I felt everyone staring at us now, especially as Dragunov rested his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes. I was so busy focusing on his pale eyes, that I missed his hand move to dig through his pocket. When I did finally notice, it was only because his hand had come to hover near my face, holding a small black box in his palm. "Will you marry me?"

I felt my eyes tear up - how could I not? He was the man who saved me from myself, who gave me a home, who kept me from depression and self-loathing, who brought me my friends when I spoke of how I missed them. My lips stretched into a smile. "Yes... of course..."

Every soldier there had been silent up until that moment, which was when they all let out a cheer. However, at the moment, they were background noise to me. As Dragunov slipped the ring onto my finger, I looked at his face and realized his expression said more to me than any words ever could have.

I was truly loved.

1 - I know there is some debate as to whether Leo is a boy or girl, but I am a firm believer he is a boy and until someone gives me undoubtable proof that Leo is a girl, I will continue to think of him as... well, a him.

2 - Yeah, I know their English is not free of accent, especially Lee's (his English makes me giggle) but I am pretending they got good at it.

3 - Tch... I don't know what the fuck Dragunov sounds like. He didn't say a single damn word when I played his story on my version of the game (I have it on PSP). So, work with me here, just pretend even if you know it sounds different.

Now, I am considering turning this into a series of HP/Tekken one shots. Tell me what y'all think. R & R.

Ja ne.