Prince of Tennis and Harry Potter multi-crossover: Mixed Darkness
Title: Mixed Darkness
Author: chrysan
Type: AU, multi-part and multi-crossover
Main Series: Prince of Tennis, Harry Potter
Minor/Guest Appearance series: None(the list will add on)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All characters of Prince of Tennis and Harry Potter do not belong to me. The Plot of this fanfic belongs to me, though.
Summary: The Underworld has always considered itself neutral, even though many don't, for many of those of the Underworld usually join or help forces considered of the Dark. Now, with the Dark forces rising to power, the Underworld's survival is slowly threatened, by both sides.
Warnings: Slash, violence, dark themes, and mild bad language.
Author's Notes: Vague summary, not precise. It'll improve, I promise. Um…I guess this will probably become one major crossover. The focus will still remain on Harry Potter and Prince of Tennis (more of the latter, btw). The other series involved as this story goes on will probably just be ‘guest appearances’ only. ^^ Please read and review, I appreciate feedback.
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~Prologue~
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The sky rumbled, and the air was heavily touched with the scent of dampness. The door opened and closed, and the lightning flashed in the instant the door was momentarily ajar, throwing the features of the figure standing at the doorway into sharp relief. The figure was a man with shoulder-length hair of a soft brown that was greying quite evidently, yet despite the careworn expression on his face, he was still clearly a man in his mid-twenties.
As the man closed the door to the world outside, he put down the suitcase held in his right hand and sifted through his damp hair with the other. Waving a hand negligently, a small flame sparked onto the candle in the middle of the room, on a low coffee table. The light was extremely weak, not even enough to brighten the entire table itself.
“ You’re back?” the man spoke into the darkness. His tone seemed rather surprised, and he made to move towards the only other person in the room, which his acute senses had detected the moment he returned.
“ I could say the same for you.” Came the quiet reply. The voice was one of a boyish one, yet it held a mature tone of authority. “ I’ve been here for 3 days already, so you’re the one who should be considered ‘back’.”
“ I see. That’s true, I supposed.” The man sounded rather amused now. “ Well, that couldn’t be helped. I got ‘invited’ for a little chat.”
“ Again?” The other person sounded exasperated. “ Who kidnapped you this time?”
“ Kidnapped?” The man’s amusement seemed to increase. “ Oh no, it wasn’t kidnap at all. We just had a nice chat, that’s all. Of course, my conversationalists were…very understanding.”
The other person snorted his opinion openly. “ I suppose that’s true,” he replied. “ Nobody could ever hold you hostage for long.”
“ But,” he added disapprovingly, “ you must be slipping, to take such a long time to come back. It’s full moon soon, you should know that.”
“ I know,” the man sounded tired now. “ It’s because I met a Death Eater on the way. It wasn’t easy for me to shake him off.”
“ Why didn’t you kill him?” the other asked, his tone cool. “ Maybe that’ll teach them to leave you alone.”
The man sighed. “ You know that it won’t work,” he replied. “ Besides, I don’t really like to kill.”
The man sank into a chair somewhere in the dark room. The thunder was rumbling ominously, and even through the thick curtains, the sound of the pouring rain was not at all muffled.
“ Then it’s really your own fault that you are stalked so often, Remus.” The other sounded boredly unsympathetic.
“ I don’t suppose you have a better way?” the man replied coolly. “ I hope you’ll excuse me for the whole of next day, though. I need my rest.”
Even in the dim light, the man’s sharp eyes saw that a smirk was curving on the other’s lips.
“ Heh. Mada mada dane.”
~TBC~
Author: chrysan
Type: AU, multi-part and multi-crossover
Main Series: Prince of Tennis, Harry Potter
Minor/Guest Appearance series: None(the list will add on)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All characters of Prince of Tennis and Harry Potter do not belong to me. The Plot of this fanfic belongs to me, though.
Summary: The Underworld has always considered itself neutral, even though many don't, for many of those of the Underworld usually join or help forces considered of the Dark. Now, with the Dark forces rising to power, the Underworld's survival is slowly threatened, by both sides.
Warnings: Slash, violence, dark themes, and mild bad language.
Author's Notes: Vague summary, not precise. It'll improve, I promise. Um…I guess this will probably become one major crossover. The focus will still remain on Harry Potter and Prince of Tennis (more of the latter, btw). The other series involved as this story goes on will probably just be ‘guest appearances’ only. ^^ Please read and review, I appreciate feedback.
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~Prologue~
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The sky rumbled, and the air was heavily touched with the scent of dampness. The door opened and closed, and the lightning flashed in the instant the door was momentarily ajar, throwing the features of the figure standing at the doorway into sharp relief. The figure was a man with shoulder-length hair of a soft brown that was greying quite evidently, yet despite the careworn expression on his face, he was still clearly a man in his mid-twenties.
As the man closed the door to the world outside, he put down the suitcase held in his right hand and sifted through his damp hair with the other. Waving a hand negligently, a small flame sparked onto the candle in the middle of the room, on a low coffee table. The light was extremely weak, not even enough to brighten the entire table itself.
“ You’re back?” the man spoke into the darkness. His tone seemed rather surprised, and he made to move towards the only other person in the room, which his acute senses had detected the moment he returned.
“ I could say the same for you.” Came the quiet reply. The voice was one of a boyish one, yet it held a mature tone of authority. “ I’ve been here for 3 days already, so you’re the one who should be considered ‘back’.”
“ I see. That’s true, I supposed.” The man sounded rather amused now. “ Well, that couldn’t be helped. I got ‘invited’ for a little chat.”
“ Again?” The other person sounded exasperated. “ Who kidnapped you this time?”
“ Kidnapped?” The man’s amusement seemed to increase. “ Oh no, it wasn’t kidnap at all. We just had a nice chat, that’s all. Of course, my conversationalists were…very understanding.”
The other person snorted his opinion openly. “ I suppose that’s true,” he replied. “ Nobody could ever hold you hostage for long.”
“ But,” he added disapprovingly, “ you must be slipping, to take such a long time to come back. It’s full moon soon, you should know that.”
“ I know,” the man sounded tired now. “ It’s because I met a Death Eater on the way. It wasn’t easy for me to shake him off.”
“ Why didn’t you kill him?” the other asked, his tone cool. “ Maybe that’ll teach them to leave you alone.”
The man sighed. “ You know that it won’t work,” he replied. “ Besides, I don’t really like to kill.”
The man sank into a chair somewhere in the dark room. The thunder was rumbling ominously, and even through the thick curtains, the sound of the pouring rain was not at all muffled.
“ Then it’s really your own fault that you are stalked so often, Remus.” The other sounded boredly unsympathetic.
“ I don’t suppose you have a better way?” the man replied coolly. “ I hope you’ll excuse me for the whole of next day, though. I need my rest.”
Even in the dim light, the man’s sharp eyes saw that a smirk was curving on the other’s lips.
“ Heh. Mada mada dane.”
~TBC~