First Hannibal/HP crossover fic! Yay! I'm actually a huge Harry Potter crossover fan :D

Lately, I have been watching the Hannibal series and have completely fallen in love with it! So I went and had a little look at this fandom to realise how small it is D:

So, I decided to take a shot at the whole deal, hopefully you'll like it?...Maybe?

I am unbetaed so I apologise for any mistakes you spot. I also own nothing! Sad but true!


An elegant figure reclined on a large quality black leather chair. He let out a sigh as he adjusted his expensive black Westwood suit out of boredom. A pale hand raked through the ink tendrils atop his head, electric green eyes closed. Another sigh. The polished dress shoes he wore glinted in the artificial light as he tapped his foot across the marble floors. If he were anyone else he would have been cold, as it were being half dead meant the elements hardly played a big part in his days. He sighed once more.

"Is there anything wrong Master?" A croaky voice cut through another one of his sighs, agitation laced within it's pitch.

He pouted petulantly, "I'm boooored!" He whined completely ignoring the towering stacks of parchment on the desk situated in front of him. Each document waiting for his signature, he was content to ignore it all.

"Perhaps the Master would like to move on with his work?" Was the answer he received.

His unnatural eyes narrowed minutely before he sprung up from his relaxed position and walked towards a bare wall. With a single snap of his fingers a large ornate mirror appeared. He peered at his reflection, taking in every detail from his mused hair to his crisp, clean, blindingly white dress shirt. How many years had it been? He couldn't quite recall but then again not aging did that to you.

Being the master of death, it was something else to say the least. It had been on his twenty first birthday did he realise it. It had been subtle but he was sure someone else had noticed it as well, while everyone had grew slowly and gained new heights or longer hair Harry had stayed the same, a seventeen year old and that was the way he would stay for eternity. And no matter how many times he threw those Hallows away they would only return, a reminder of the difference between himself and all those around him. Slowly people he loved grew older, made families and he himself watched only half connected as if a veil obstructed his view constantly. His friends and loved ones would smile and laugh off his situation saying he was lucky having his baby face, in denial they would shrug off their foreboding feelings. They never did learn to let go.

Finally it all became too much for him so one day he left leaving nothing but a note and a will. He had faked his death, the only way he knew to permanently escape. It was for the best, there was nothing he could do for them nor them for him. He gave his fortune to his god son and his best friends and never looked back.

He travelled around the world doing everything he ever wanted, and it wasn't long before he finally met death. He wasn't like anything fiction described him as. He was blonde and had a thing for 90's slang. The really bad type, it gave him migraines just thinking about it. Despite everything the two of them had become friends, Death offered him a job to pass his time, an equal, sorting out the deaths in different worlds. Harry having nothing better to do agreed quickly and now here he stood, bored and waiting for Death to return.

Swinging to his left Harry looked at the reaper that stood beside the black oak doors, smiling he showed off his pristine sharpened canines.

"When will Death be back?" He practically cooed. Having lived through the ages, Harry himself had changed. He had learnt death was a part of life and that it was nothing to be feared. This changed a lot of ethical standings for him.

"The master is set to be back-"

"Yo! Harry my dawg!" Death burst through the doors dramatically cutting off the annoyed reaper. Harry didn't like him anyway.

He ran up to death fake tears pouring from his electric green eyes, embracing death he moaned. "Death, my love! How long has it been since I last felt your arms around me?!"

"Oh Harry, sugar cube, ice darling! Too long I tell you!" Death sobbed as he returned the hug.

"I was sooooo bored!" Harry released Death.

"It must have been so horrible." Death said while rolling his eyes.

"It was! Now tell me, do you have any field work for me?. This reaper you assigned isn't really charming you know?" Said reaper growled at this.

Death smirked hearing this, "Not really, things have been real 'lax yeah."

Harry stomped his foot childishly. "I need something to do before I start a war in that world in the assix universe just to entertain myself."

Death threw his hands up in the universal surrender position (he would know). He knew to take threats like that seriously when it came to Harry. Before, the millennia old teenager had become bored and blew up a whole dimension, luckily it had been uninhabited but he had learnt to never let his comrade lack entertainment or something to focus on ever again.

"Aiight aiight! Some of my reapers are sayin they came across a dawg who may have supernatural properties that don't belong in that particular world. You could go and check it out?" Death suggested, he had planed on doing it himself but he knew Harry would be the better pick.

Death carried on seeing his partner in crimes peaked interest. "Yeah, some kind of empathy? Meh, weird part is the dead are drawn to him or something. Ya know, the ones that have died around him or near him. They go to him, makin it tedious for the reapers to collect them, you catch my drift?"

Harry nodded in thought. If that was true then the reapers must have had a hard time collecting souls around the guy.

"I'll go have a look, see what's up!" Harry exclaimed enthusiastically running towards the black oak doors.

"Oi ya know where you're going?!" Death said amused.

"Yup, Earth331 I heard the reapers complaining about it, thought it was mindless babble."

Death tsked "It might not be all that and a bag of chips you know?"

"Hey Death the 90's called, they want their slang back." Harry called over his shoulder as he exited.

Not one to be beaten he yelled back at his long time friend, "Good cuz I just got a call from the 80's, they want their joke back!"

Death heard the feint laughs of Harry as it echoed down the now empty hallway.

"Jeez that guy..."


Harry laughed and disappeared with a crack down a portal that would lead him to Earth331. Hopefully it would turn out to be something interesting this time. The reapers for all their supposed glory had a tendency to gossip and their drabble was usually as accurate as that journalist twit from his original life. Meaning it was nothing more than half thought up lies.

Finally reaching the bottom of the portal he felt himself fall to the ground. It was dark all around, night time. He felt himself smile. It had been a long time since he had seen anything but the colours black and white along with the faceless reapers and large stacks of paper work. Looking down he realised he was naked, but on further inspection he noticed the ground was much closer than it would usually be for him.

"Oh nooooo..." He groaned. He had completely forgot about that one little detail. For every world, dimension or universe he entered his body changed to suit the sequence events of the world. One time he had gone to a different world and ended up being a young woman with fiery red hair. Death had laughed at him for days after that. But for every change five things remained the same every time. He would keep his eyes, fangs, abilities, the sign of Death that took up the entirety of his back and the resurrection stone kept inside of the golden snitch on a gold chain around his neck. His only way back.

This time it seemed he was a child and judging from the scar he felt on his forehead he was still himself only younger. Most likely six maybe seven?

"Man, this sucks. How on Avalon am I supposed to flirt with the ladies now?" He pouted recognising his voice to be childish and high pitched.

Harry blinked looking at his body, he should probably get some clothes, not that he could feel the cold or anything but for decencies sake. Actually despite this body's ability to brake and die, Harry himself never felt anything and even when the body was no longer usable Harry would just end up back in Deaths dimension. All his bodies were like that, completely functioning in pain and the elements.

Picking up a leaf off the ground he easily transfigured it into a pair yellow of footy pyjamas with a hood that had cat ears on it. Wandless magic was just something he decided to learn when he reached his hundreds a long time ago, he was naturally a master at it now. He grinned maniacally, he was such a genius. He needed to look cute and innocent if anyone were to find him. He'd just tell them he ran away from home, abused or something, whatever came to mind at the moment. When you got as old as him you get pretty good at lying on the spot. He changed into his clothes still mumbling about his genius.

Once changed he looked in both directions before shrugging and pulling his hood over his head, it didn't matter which way he went because either way he was lost. Picking his right he trudged onward completely forgetting about his tracking spells.

Humming a song under his breath he twirled as he skipped along a road he came upon earlier stopping when he heard the rustling of a bush. Freezing his head mechanically turned towards the noise. If it was a murderer then he would have to let the guy kill this body as regulation went which sucked because it meant he would have to wait to get another one. Preparing himself for another death he was relieved to see a dog spring out past him.

Blinking he watched it run along the road dragging a leash along with it. Knocking himself out of his surprised state of mind he started after it.

"Wait Doggy! I'm lonely come baaaaack!"

Finally catching up to it he held it back by its collar. Panting he looked over the dog, it seemed to groan at having gotten caught but sat submissively for the young master of death.

Harry petted the dogs head. "I get it, you're a top dog, don't need anyone telling you what to do. I can respect that. How about we be friends instead?"

The dog cocked it's head before letting out a bark. Harry smiled showing off his own sharp canines, "You're a smart one aren't you? I think I'll name you...Winston!"

Winston looked to think it over before barking and head butting Harry causing him to laugh.

"Okay Winston, I'm Harry." Harry picked up the leash and unclipped it. Don't need that.

"Hope you know where to go pal because I am completely lost."

Winston barked again before trotting ahead, Harry skipping after him.


The two of them had been walking for a while now and what surprised Harry was the fact his vision blurred constantly and he felt himself stumbling from time to time. Even his short chubby legs would tremble. It was only after this that he had realised he was tired. When was the last time he had been exhausted? He couldn't remember but this body certainly did, it was young. Still Harry couldn't help but revel in the feeling because that was just it. He was feeling. Sure it wasn't pain, something he wasn't capable of feeling, but it was something. It made him feel a little nostalgic. In his original life he had been exhausted a lot but that was before Death.

Winston broke him out of his reverie when he started barking like mad and Harry could see why. Up ahead came a car head lights shining brightly. Harry stepped in front of Winston preparing to apparate them both if that car did not stop. Fortunately, it did and out stepped a young man dressed rakishly and looking at Harry as if he was the dinosaurs new era before his expression changed. He knelt down in front of Harry looking around in all directions.

"Hey little guy, where's your mummy and daddy?" He asked gently clearly confused.

Harry spoke quietly while clutching Winston to him, "Mummy and Daddy have gone to heaven but the lady and man were looking after me. They told me to stay here and they would be back."

Will smiled painfully it was fairly obvious the child had been abandoned on the road side. The poor child was so small, he would never have lasted long out here.

"My names Will. What's yours?" He asked softly trying to sound calm.

"Harry and this is Winston." The child smiled brightly while pointing at the dog.

"Well Harry how about you and Winston come home with me. I have a lot of other dogs, maybe Winston can make a few friends?"

His answer was an instant 'okay' and it was enough to send a jolt of pain through his chest. It was so easy to get this child to come with him. What if he had been someone else? Someone with less favourable intentions? His anger at Harry's guardians tripled when he picked up feeling how light he was, how small he was compared to him. He cradled him to his chest. He was just so breakable, so fragile and young. How could anyone do this to one so innocent? He felt as if the child would shatter if he applied to much pressure as he carried him to the car, Winston following loyally.

While Will was at a complete loss Harry was having a field day. How lucky he was indeed! This Will was the man he was looking for, the empath. He didn't need to go out after him, he had come to Harry. How did he know this man was the one? He smiled up over Will's shoulder. Because there hovering above Will's shoulder was a young girl with chocolate hair and chocolate eyes, and it was obvious from the splattered blood and pale features, she was dead. It appeared the reapers were right, for once.

Now, what to do about it?


Okay ummmm so what do you think? Let me know yeah? Any suggestions or questions, anything just drop me a line :)

Also, yes Harry has his magic but he wont be able to use it against people. Because he is Death he isn't allowed to use his abilities to interfere with life unless it's to provide death that the reapers have overlooked.

So anyway, review please!

-Stolen with the Night