Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Angel.

Warnings: Slash, Het, cross-dressing, mild sexual content(Full is on AO3), MOD!Harry, Still being written.

Pairings: Harry/Angel. (I'll figure out the rest later.)

Time line: Season 5 ep 4 "Hell Bound" for angel. Post!DH canon until the epilogue Harry Potter

AN: Someone suggested that I write a novel of the same pairing after reading my one-shot. Also because there wasn't many novel length fic with the same pairing. So here it is.

"I found it!" Yelled the eccentric scientist.

"What is it Fred?" Asked Wesley.

"How to fix Spike!" She looked exited about her new discovery. Hugging a black folder to her chest.

"Why would you wanna do that?" This question came from the ever brooding Angel, who looked up from the papers on his desk as soon as Fred burst into his office.

"What do you mean why?!" Fred quickly lost her excitement."Aren't we supposed to help people..persons in trouble."

"Fred..."

"No, did anyone notice that he's been disappearing more and more lately." She cut off Wes before he said something that would likely upset her. "Where do you think he disappears into."

"I don't kn..."

"That's right." She cut Angel off too. "He goes to hell!"

"Kinda figured, where else will he be headed."

"Of course."

Gunn and Wes's responses respectfully.

"Fine." Angel sighed. "What did you find?" There was no trying to stop her now.

"Not what, Who." Excitement quickly returning.

She opened the folder in her hands and laid it on top of his desk.

He looked down frown deepening the more he read.

"How the hell did you find the Master Of Death?!"

Cue Angel soundtrack.

"Perhaps we should reconsider this" Wes suggested as they all sat down in Angel's conference room.

"You think." Gunn looked at him incredulously."I've seen enough horror films to know that these things always turns out ugly."

The door opens and a very beautiful blonde enters with Eve behind her.

"I stand corrected." Gunn looked at her appraisingly.

"Alright, let's get to it." She stood at the head of the table."Eve tells me that you want to summon The Master Of Death?"

"It's really impo..."Fred was soon cut off.

"Yeah, Whatever." She sat down."OK, clear your minds. Which by the looks of you it wont be too hard."

She breathed deeply and closed her eyes.

"I call upon the guardian of souls,

the keeper of the passage,

the Master Of Death,

bless us with your presence,

I beseech you to reveal yourself."

A moment of silence went by.

"Well this is bulls..." Angel was quickly shushed by the still psychic.

Another moment went by.

"That's enough." Angel was about to stand when a voice came from the side of his desk.

"I never imagined to be summoned like this."

They all turned around towards the soft British accented voice, everyone was gaping soon after.

Sitting on the desk was a gorgeous effeminate man with shoulder length black hair and the greenest almond shaped eyes anyone has ever seen.

Angels eyes was looking over every inch of the man from his black boots, to leather painted on pants, to the tucked in sheer emerald shirt, to the pink full lips, the button nose, the high cheekbones, to finally lock eyes with him.

Eve was the first to sober up and compose herself. She got up and straitened her suit jacket and skirt, she offered him a smile as she walked closer extending her hand for a handshake.

"Master Of Death, a pleasure to meet you."

He broke the intense gaze he had with Angel to sneer at her.

"Can't say the same, Evil lap-dog." Earning a snort from everyone.

Well Angel liked him already.

Fred was the first of the gang to approach him with Wes following after her.

"Mr. Master Of Death sir." She looked quite flustered, which brought amusement to his green eyes.

Angel saved her by coming closer to him and offering a hand to be shaken. Hopefully.

"Hello, I'm Angel and I'm th..."

"Oh I know who you are." He cut him off as he shook his hand once, his hand remained in Angel's which was noticed by everyone.

"You are the cursed vampire they've been talking about." He stepped closer to Angel. "The one who gave up what he held dearly for the good of all." He whispered the last sentence in his ear. Making him shiver slightly.

A small cough separated them.

He chuckled. "Harry is fine."

"Your name is Harry?!" Asked Gunn slightly hysterical.

"I know." He sighed. "It's quite ordinary."

"I think it suits you." Angel threw in his two cents, though it looked like he wasn't supposed to say that out loud.

"Thank you." Harry blushed at the complement -from the incredibly hot vampire his mind supplied- as he looked at him form beneath thick lashes.

Wes cleared his throat to get their attention back.

"Why don't we get to the reason behind summoning you."

"Yes, let's." Harry stepped away from Angel and sat back on the desk. Making Angel's imagination run wild.

"Our friend is somewhat missing."Fred said glaring at everyone who said that Spike wasn't their friend."He's a ghost, kinda."

"By chance, is your friend a bleach blonde guys with amazing cheekbones and wearing a long leather coat?" He described, looking somewhere slightly over Angel's shoulders.

"Yes, you see him!"

There was a brief look that clearly said 'Duh!' directed towards the suddenly peppy brunet.

"Yes, I think he's trying to throttle Angel."

He waved his hand, that they just noticed had a black stone silver ring on the middle finger.

"...lightful creature you are." Spike suddenly appeared, somewhat close to Harry. Closer than needed if you asked Angel.

"Why thank you, I do try." Harry smiled and fluttered his lashes in Spike's direction.

"I preferred you when you were gone." Muttered Angel.

"You can see me?!" Spike turned to all of them.

"Yes!"Fred squealed and went to hug him only to walk into Wes who was behind him. "You're not corporeal." She sounded sad, and turned her eyes to Harry her look accusing.

"What?" He sounded slightly annoyed half amused. "I found your friend."

"You're supposed to make him corporeal."

"And why would I do that?" He looked at he with an innocent smile and slight mischief in his eyes.

Angel started to snicker, making Fred glare at him.

"Sorry." He muttered.

Everyone else was speechless except for Spike, he was looking around him wildly.

"Every evil being wan't something in return." Eve spoke from behind Gunn."What's your price?" Everyone looked at him, waiting for an answer.

That brought a laugh from Harry.

"Oh hag, Death is neither good nor evil..."He stop laughing and pierced her with a cold look that had her flinching."Death is Death." She left -ran- after that.

"The why won't you help?" Asked Wes, still holding a frowning Fred.

"Becau..." He stopped and looked around suddenly, making everyone do the same.

"Hey, where's spike?" Fred asked looking around for the blonde vampire.

"There's another presence here." Harry said as he started to move around."Something evil."

"What is it?" asked Angel stepping closer to Harry.

"I can't put my finger on it, but it's evil." He turned to look at Angel. "And it's old."

The gang spread out to look through the books while Harry struggled to remember it.

"There's nothing in these." Sighed Wes as he closed the heavy book and placed it over the other heavy books.

"You're right." Gunn flipped the pages of his own book."There's only mentions of the darkest soul and it's written about Angel."

Angel snatched the book from him and started flipping through it.

"That's not fair, I didn't even have a soul when I did that." He muttered while reading through.

"AHA!"Harry suddenly shouted startling have the gang. "The Reaper."

"The Reaper?" Angel asked forgetting about the book in his hands to look at the laughing jumping beauty.

"Oh how I wished to find him and rip him apart."

"Who is he?" Gunn asked standing next to Angel, looking at the man as if he was crazy.

Harry turned to him, then turned to the books.

"Look it up." Then he went an sat on Angel's chair, giggling every now and then. Leaving the rest to stare at him incredulously, then doing as he said.

After a moment of searching Angel looked up from his book.

"Found it." He glanced at Harry who was now spinning on his chair then turned back to the book."Pavayne, an 18th-century doctor nicknamed the Reaper for performing unnecessary surgery on his patients."

He looked at Wes, who quickly went searching through his computer.

"What kind of surgery?" Fred looked at Angel then at Wes who answered he.

"The kind you don't recover from."

"So what? He worked for Wolfram & Hart?"Asked Gunn.

"No, He moved to California and at the same time dismembered bodies started to appear, with limps organized in a manner suggesting an intimate knowledge of the Dark Arts."

"So why would the firm kill him? He sounded like their version of employee of the month."

"The ground of the L.A. branch; the site the seers had determined would work was originally a church."He looked surprised for a moment then understanding lit his eyes. "They needed his blood to desecrate the ground that the firm was built on."

"Then why isn't he burning in hell?" Fred incredulously asked.

"You said he dabbled in the Dark Arts, he must have found a way to keep himself grounded and hidden." Angel turned as he heard a clap from behind him, where Harry now stood with the widest grin on his face.

"I knew you were smart." Harry made his way around the desk to stand in front of Angel, invading his personal space- not that Angel minded- "Hot and smart. I like it." He breathed winking at him.

A scream broke them apart, and they ran towards it to find Spike on the floor being cut up by an invisible force.

"Spike!" Fred was about to move towards him but was stopped by Harry who shook his head. He waved his hand and his ring glowed again.

There standing over Spike was Pavayne with a knife in his hand. His head was turned towards them, but his eyes were on Fred.

"No!" Spike shouted and stood up. "You said I had to want it bad enough, guess what I want to do now you prissy son of a bitch." He threw a punch and knocked Pavayne to the ground. They fought until finally Spike was thrown off. Pavayne turned to the rest.

"I will destroy all of you!" He shouted and threw Gunn and Wes against the wall, but when he moved to throw Angel and Harry he couldn't. Which frustrated him, shocked Angel and amused Harry.

"Tsk, tsk." Harry tutted at him as if he were a misbehaving child. "I'm more powerful than you."

Pavayne charged at them and Angel was about to counter when Pavayne struck a wall that shimmered. Separating him them, and when he couldn't find purchase he went after the only one that was left standing, Fred.

"Do something!" Angel turned to Harry as Pavayne started to strangle Fred.

"I can't." Harry sighed, distracting Angel momentarily with his pout. "He linked some sort of Dark Spell to his blood, the only way that I can take his soul is if you destroyed this building and torched the ground his blood was spilled on."

Angel looked frustrated, and tried to attack Pavayne only to get through him and then was flung him towards the stairs.

'These people are trouble.' Harry sighed. 'But at least I'll be entertained for a while.'

He threw Pavayne away from the now gasping brunet.

"I can do one thing." He looked at the gasping Fred and Spike who knocked Pavayne after he got up from Harrys blow. "I can make him corporeal."

"Why can't you do that for Spike?" Asked Fred as if accusing him of lying.

"I never said I can't," H huffed." I said I didn't want to, and it's a one time thing. I just wanted to have a little fun."

"Fine, the make Spike corporeal."

"No!" Spike yelled as he tried to keep Pavayne down. "Do it to him, or else he will haunt this place for ever."

"Done." Everyone was awed by the power coming from him, he lifted both hands and pointed them towards the fighting duo. Invisible wind started to mess with his clothes and hair, his eyes started to glow.

Then it happened.

Spike was thrown off Pavayne as he started to glow white, when it was over there stood Pavayne in all his human glory.

"NO! Defilers! I'll crush your skulls and I'll feast on your flesh.."

He was silenced by a right hook from Angel, making Harry cheer.

"Just shut the hell up."

"Now that was hot!" Harry started to fan himself, while leering at Angel.

Angel tried very hard not to look over the sexy tease.

"Don't kill him, he'll come back as a spirit...again." Spike said coming over from he was flung.

"Fine, I won't kill him." He punched him again."Just a hell-of-a-lot of bruising."

They ended up back in Angel's office after Eve took Pavayne to look him up in his own mind in one of the Wolfram & Hart cells.

"I'm sorry." Fred looked at Spike her eyes tearing up a bit.

"It's ok pet, I'm sure you'll figure something out." He smiled at her and vanished.

"Well, I'm going to go have a relaxing drink." Wes walked out with Gunn following after.

"Can't you do something?" Fred looked at Harry pleadingly.

"I'm really sorry." He looked it too, making Fred sigh and leave as well.

It was silent for a while as Harry and Angel stood facing each other.

"Was it true?" His voice wasn't accusing just curios.

"No." Harry sighed as he leaned against the desk, looking down.

"Then why..."

"Because fate has other plans, and she's a real bitch if you cross her." Harry looked at him from under his lashes.

"I understand." Angel said with a slight smile on his lips, making him look a little boyish.

"Well, my job here is done." Harry stood, making him really close to Angel.

Angel looked mesmerized when Harry licked his lips wetting them. He leaned down slightly, while Harry raised himself on his toes, his breath against Angel's lips making him gasp.

"Expect me soon." Lips almost touching.

Then he vanished.

"Shit." Angel shook his head, and then he smirked.

He didn't mind waiting.

So...

What do you think?

Should I keep going? Or save myself the trouble?