Okay so not most amazing chapter ever but I don't think it is too bad. Over 5800 of just story! Sorry it took so long I have been extremely busy with getting prepared for a job I got that I have to move to Minnesota for and because of my phyco mom who stole my identity which I have been trying to fix, so angry and upset about that! Not the type of gift you hope to find out about only a couple weeks before moving to a totally different state!

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Hannibal yawned, he hummed contently at the feeling of Harry's warm body pressed against him. He slowly pulled away and rolled over, sprawling out across the bed with a groan. Hannibal wrinkled his nose at the feeling of crusted body fluids pulling at the hair of unspeakable places. He would need to remedy that soon. They would be leaving that day after all and one does not go into public in such a state of unwash…. No matter how tempting. His eyes wandered to Harry's lovely backside and thighs, both crusted with cum.

Hannibal's groin tightened a little at the thought of making his beloved cow walking about still marked in such an intimate way. He began to lightly run one of his hands over his cock in delightful little teasing tugs. Hannibal closed his eyes. Imagining Harrison begging for him to keep him marked. Begging and looking up at him with those beautiful big green eyes. Hannibal held his penis firmer tugging frantically as he leaned over Harry to sniff at his pulse point. He grunted as he reached his end, jerking against Harry's belly, leaving trails of pre-cum he spurted with an excited moan. He was eager to rub himself off all over Harry's belly and groin. Hannibal couldn't wait until he got his Harrison back home so they could continue to do this, mark each other in the only way that they were able to until their mating for days if not weeks.

Hannibal moaned at the sight and smell of his cow becoming aroused, still asleep, just for him. He watched the smaller penis swell with blood, Hannibal licked his lips. His knot pulsed painfully at the sight. He wanted to breed that pretty little body so badly. He would look so lovely painted in his sex fluids swollen with his children. The idea of bringing him in public barren of a calf let alone without having Hannibal's mating mark to show his claim was rather distressing. He knew that it wasn't logical but he was afraid that his cow would be seduced away from him if he didn't stake some sort of major claim on that lovely body of his. He knew anyone with eyes and a cock would be unknowingly seduced by the clueless minx.

Hannibal rubbed Harry's cock in a lazy motion, not applying much pressure. It would cost more but Hannibal decided that it would probably be best if he were to rent his 'friend's' plane from him to get Harry home. He had already had false documents made for his lovely one. Starting the moment Hannibal decided he wanted to keep him. It was easy to get them quickly and of the best quality when you were someone of Hannibal's wealth and…. Had his skills of persuasion. It would be even easier to stay under the radar as Harry had absolutely nothing filed with the non-magicals. It was going to be so very easy to keep the pretty little cow all to himself. Hannibal smiled, possessiveness nearly choking him in his excitement. He grinned at the little mewls Harry began to make in his sleep, squirming delightfully against Hannibal.

"It is time to wake up beloved one. We still need to bath before leaving. You do not wish to itch all the way home do you?" Hannibal said, still grinding his palm in a lazy circle against Harry's red dripping erection. Hannibal smiled pleasantly, like he wasn't doing anything to Harry as the other woke with a lust hazed moan and wide needy eyes. "So, a bath, yes?" Hannibal asked his lips turned up in amusement.

"Hannibal?" Harry croaked, looking completely confused. A slow comprehension seemed to trickle over his face, making it turn red.

"What is wrong darling?" Hannibal said, sounding almost playful. He gave Harry's member a rough squeeze. Smiled when Harry mewed and dug his nails into his arms. Seeming to desperately cling to anything he could. "Feels good love?" Hannibal stated more than asked.

Harry bit his lip and nodded, "Ye-yes." He whimpered.

Hannibal smirked, "Good. We will finish up here and then I shall start a nice bath for us and after... that I shall make us a nice breakfast with some of that good meat I harvested. We do not wish for more than necessary to go to waste do we darling?" Hannibal said in a breathy whispered against Harry's ear like it was some sort of dirty talk in the throes of sexual foreplay.

Harry nodded, panting, "Okay." He managed to say without stuttering. He shuddered as his erection dripped. Harry grunted when Hannibal curled himself against his body, quietly laughing at his delighted mews.

"You are going to have that pretty little backside in the air eager to take my cock to the root when the time comes, aren't you darling?" Hannibal said, his voice playful but it was getting a rough edge to it.

Harry whined, unsure if he should rub back against Hannibal's pre-cum messed penis or if he should continue to rut into the offered hand.

Hannibal moved down a bit and wrapped a leg around his Harrison's, making sure he would not throw them open when writhing in pleasure. Hannibal shuddered, eager to ease his length through his love's slickened thighs. He grunted pushing, feeling himself rub tight against his lovely one's sex organs, just as he had planned. He gripped Harry's shoulder, panting his release was almost embarrassingly fast but more than satisfactory. The look on his Cow's face and feeling of wetness on his stomach was enough for him to know that he had properly satisfied Harrison as well along with the delightful whine of pleasure.

Hannibal let out little pants, every moment knotted between pulsing thighs was wonderful and torture. Everything was just far too stimulating, too exciting. He wanted to truly take his beloved one over and over again. He never wanted to get up.

Once Hannibal's knot once again deflated and he had managed to properly wake the both of them again Hannibal picked Harry up. He carried him to the next room and sat the both of them into the bathtub, filling it. They would need to hurry up that day if they wanted to get everything done and over with before evening. He was hoping that everything would be done not long after lunch and for them to leave to the airport after that. Hannibal could not help but grin as he thought about how easily he was getting away with his lovely little royal. He could hardly wait until he had him in his nest, no one would find him then, ever.

If anyone were to find them than, well, his Harrison would already be so under his spell that nothing anyone did could make him leave. And by then His darling's appetite for the flesh of 'long pig' would be uncontrollable without him. Harry would soon truly need him and only him. The boy's parents were fools to allow the lovely young cow out of their sight. They really should have expected such a thing to occur they deserved it really, for being so irresponsible that is. It was alright though, because Harrison would now be properly taken care of by him and be loved completely.

Hannibal was pleased when he managed to control himself from acting out his more... carnal urges as his beloved cow made content noises of pleasure and leaned against him as he was bathed. Hannibal thankfully had enough sense about him to focus on bathing Harrison and get them ready for the day. He wanted them to finish up eating and be on their way to his home in Baltimore within the next few hours. He was sure that he was more than capable of fending off a few Aurors but that didn't mean that he wanted their attention to be completely focused on he and Harrison if he could help it. Hannibal was actually more worried that the teenager may regain enough of his senses to go with them if his parents or others were to show up at the moment. He had no doubt that by now his family was probably looking for him. A little more time was all he needed. A few more meals and a few more days of bonding and his saliva and Harrison's beautiful becoming would truly begin and become completely irreversible.

Hannibal smirked into Harry's eagerly offered neck, planting a gentle kiss to it before deciding it was time to get out. He had a breakfast to prepare after all. "I do think it is time that we are to get out darling, the water is beginning to cool. I do not wish for you to become ill." Hannibal said. He chuckled when Harry nuzzled him and sleepily clung to him, protesting.

Hannibal stood, picking up the small teen with him. Harry grumbled. Hannibal rubbed him down with a towel like one would do with an uncooperative pet. He was desperately trying not to become aroused at the sight of his lovely submissive's body, so ready for the taking. His stomach heated slightly.

Hannibal couldn't wait until they were able to become a breeding pair. That smooth thin hairless belly would be so stretched and swollen and full with his big plump healthy calves. Hannibal couldn't wait until he made his beloved Harrison unable to stand being alone in his own body. What a delightful day that would be. Hannibal was certain that his Harrison would love being a mother. Hannibal knew that he certainly would love watching his beloved's belly swell with what they had created and once birthed, watching their young suckling at swollen teats that his Harrison's beautiful body would feed the little one with. He in the very short amount of time knowing Harrison, was already finding himself aching for the first time to be a father, only with Harrison though. He never wanted to sire calves with another. Hannibal was certain that he had found his other half in the young cow.

"I think we will have a nice meal, yes? Then we shall go to the airport so we can go back to where we will be living. You will like my dear friend Will. He is a bit odd but lovely none the less. He is rude when nervous sometimes though, he cannot help it so please do not fault him if he is startled by you alright darling? He often smells of dog, he has a rather large assortment, I think he may have... attachment issues when it comes to animals. He does take good care of them so I have not said anything to him about it. They do seem to make him more content." Hannibal said, humming he ran his hands over Harry's combed hair and caressed his robe covered shoulders. "I can not wait to wrap you in lovely swatches of fabric and dress you in only the most beautiful of things possible. I want to draw you everyday, splayed across my bed, my desk even, fine silken dresses and robes torn and hanging from your debouched bliss filled body." Hannibal said in an absent thoughted tone, eying Harry in the massive fluffy bathrobe he had wrapped around him. Eyes light with lustful admiration.

Harry blushed, a little whimper clogged his throat at the things Hannibal described so casually. He ached for the dominant to do those things to him in the strangest way. "We-we need to go eat right?" Harry managed to croak. He was afraid that if it went any farther they would once again be distracted with the need to rut.

Hannibal smirked, watching Harry tremble slightly with want. "Of course my darling... The sooner we get done and back home... the sooner we can... fulfill, particulardesires." Hannibal purred, running a finger over the back of Harry's neck in the lightest of touches, making him gasp.

Harry gave a needy little grunt before nodding in agreement, not even able to talk anymore in fear he would say something... embarrassing.

"My good boy." Hannibal praised, leading Harry from the room. Through the home, down the stairs, and into the massive gourmet kitchen. He directed Harry to sit at a huge marble covered island in the middle of it. Which was so large it had a sink, a professional built in stove top, full sized butcher block, and a six stool eating area built into it to eat at.

Harry looked around the kitchen in disbelief. He didn't think he had ever seen a kitchen like Hannibal's before and he had been in his Aunt and Uncle's kitchen many times over the years avoiding his cousin Draco. Their's was huge and pretty nice but nothing like this. It had to be at least about half the size of the main ballroom at Malfoy manor and just as opulent! It even had a large crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling.

"Do you like it? I had everything specifically made for the space. Everything by hand. Even the appliances are custom to more suit the space." Hannibal said in a prideful croon. Like he was trying to impress.

"It's brilliant!" Harry laughed, still looking around.

Hannibal smiled and puffed up like a prideful Hippogriff, taking out the perfectly seasoned blood sausages from the refrigerator he had finished up the day before and the chops he had made from the fool. It was sliced in thick boneless portions wrapped in just enough fat to keep the meat perfectly moist. They had been basted overnight in a nice marinade with peach juice, white vinegar, garlic, pepper, seasoning salts and thyme along with a few other things. Suiting his fine long pig cutlets nicely. He grabbed two duck eggs, the last in his refrigerator, and some potato with an onion.

He made sure to get his pans nice and hot before beginning. Soon chopping the potatoes and onion together he tossed onions into the pain to caramelize, adding the blood sausage not long after along with the potato. Harry was memorized by how the other moved around the kitchen, like he was dancing. He began chopping up fruit about halfway through adding some to a pan and the rest in two decorative bowls. Hannibal then delicately placed the two portions of muscle into the pan. He managed both effortlessly and in record time he had perfectly styled plates filled to the brim with food carried in each hand. Hannibal led Harry to the dinning room swaggering seductively in front of Harry.

"I wish you were not so enticing when hand fed, I enjoyed doing so very much." Hannibal hummed sitting Harry's plate at the seat next to his own. Afraid if he were to once again allow himself to indulge he would end up with the both of them back in bed for the rest of the day and that simply would not be acceptable when curious wizards were sniffing around. He had no doubt his beloved one's parents already knew about the fact that Harrison was no longer with the people he had came with. They would begin asking around the moment that they arrived and being of the bloodlines Harrison was, Hannibal had no doubt that at least one of his parent's had quite the tracking capabilities. He would not be able to trick them like the average person. He was positively dripping with the young cow's scent after all. Anyone with a nose would have been able to pick up on that right away.

Hannibal loved the idea of in a few years he made sure they found them, he and Harry. Possibly living in the very manor that they were currently eating in and saw his lovely one full to bursting with calf and a young submissive calf clinging to him suckling at a swollen painful teat in need of relief. Harry hardly recognizing his own parent and callously rejecting them, only wanting his bull, only needing him and all of the beautiful babies he would fill his belly with! He would laugh at them and they would beg for him to come with and he would send them away begging him to come with, insisting he was brainwashed or under the influence of potions. His sweet seductive godling, his Harrison would curl against him seeking comfort from him because of them. Maybe he could even get Harry so twisted up by then he could convince him to devour them, nourishing their calves with the bodies of his own parents. Completely dragging Harrison into his dark writhing deranged eternal embrace. No longer ever having to worry about the influence of other's on the little submissive.

They finished eating quickly. Hannibal wasn't in the mood to talk, too eager and impatient to get Harry as far away as possible. He had a feeling if he didn't, something would end up happening. Hannibal couldn't help but watch Harry eat, licking his lips and making lovely moans of delight. He had difficulty preventing himself from jumping the petite teenager and ravishing him. He smirked, it didn't mean he couldn't do something with him on the plane though. Just to distract from the long flight of course. Harrison would probably be quite distressed with the plane ride. A little hands on pants off to sooth the nerves was just what he, the doctor would prescribe. He was sure his sexy little cow would appreciate the... Thoughtful gesture.

Hannibal picked up the dishes once done and sat them in the sink. Maria, a friend and former maid was sure to clean them later on in the day. He would call her up before leaving. She insisted that she was the only one allowed to care for his home in Italy. She was also quite useful in other things as well, like disposing of bodies. Being a species of Harpy that once was known to love the taste of human flesh and her family being one that still practiced eating them, it was always a treat for them to get what ever he wasn't going to eat himself. Hannibal was sure that she would be happy to get so much good left over meat. He even had some left over organs to give the family. He was sure her mate and fledglets were going to be positively delighted. Finding her was probably one of the most clever things he had thought of doing in his youth.

You don't have to read this but has some hints at things and interesting information about Maria, Harpies, and a hint at something important in the next chapter

She came from a very poor family of Harpy. They hardly had enough money to pay for a loaf of bread let alone to buy any meat, making the lot of them pathetically weak for their kind. Her parents had been terrified to hunt and had foolishly taught their children that it was too dangerous to do so in a city. Hannibal had just bought back a family property, the manor he resided in. It had been run down and in need of repair and cleaning. He had traveled to the city one day to find himself a maid. He had heard that the poorer parts of the city held far more magical creatures. He needed to find one that could be of real use though. He had been in luck when he found a rail thin individual shinning shoes outside of a wizard's clothing shop. Hannibal had known what she was from the moment he smelled the sickly pointy nosed even pointer faced girl.

The knowledge Hannibal needed someone who would never turn on him once they knew what he did fueled his decision to hire her. He was certain that a half starved creature like herself, desperate to find a job and to be acknowledged would feel indebted to him. Maria had been utterly delighted when someone finally was willing to give her a chance at a real job at the age of 47 which was more like a human at the age of 14. Paying her far more than she ever imagined being payed, not being educated past basic reading and writing and math because her family was far too poor to allow her to go to school long. It was actually rather surprising that she knew any such thing at the time period. He had later found out her family had gone poor when the area had an uprising of the surfs the century previously and they had once been nobles. Which had given him an even better more permanently powered idea.

As soon as Maria had been able to she was sent out to shine shoes, pound the dents out of cauldrons, and mend cloaks in the dangerous areas of the wizarding parts of Rome for as many knuts as possible. Just to keep the family in the dusty 2 bedroom apartment they kept above a tavern, where she and her 7 other siblings were packed in, they were all sent out to work odd jobs, even the small Fledglets. People had become very wary of Harpy's then as many had begun murdering humans because of a law that one of the local lords had placed against them being allowed to take back their seats in local government in the area.

At the escalation of the attacks Hannibal enacted his plans. Maria wasn't what anyone would consider special. One of the less pretty of the 4 other middle children and 5 girls also one of the least fed, Hannibal knew she would be perfect. A servant that could live nearly 500 years, more if fed human flesh regularly. Not nearly as long as he himself could live but a lot longer than any human and it wasn't easy to find Cloven Trackers anymore. Being so grateful for the leftover bits he either didn't want or wouldn't be using she hadn't even batted an eye the first time she found him brutally killing a greedy RUDE horse trader. He tried selling Hannibal some old nag for more than 6 times what she was worth. Of course Hannibal offered a proper price for her and the man had the gull to argue about it! He said he, who had been nearly 3 centuries old by then, didn't know a good horse when he saw one. Of course Hannibal killed him. How much ruder did it get, insulting polite knowledgeable customers? Unacceptable!

Maria's family quickly began to practically worship the ground Hannibal walked on and he was certain getting their titles back for them didn't hurt. They had been loyal servants ever since, so much so he was certain he could murder someone in broad daylight and they would make sure that he wouldn't get a day of jail time let alone prison for it. He was also certain that his dear Countess friend and still occasional maid just for him, Maria, would be more than happy to help him get his Harrison back to the states and a false trail started. She had become quite clever and devious with age and with some confidence instilled in her. Hannibal had grown rather found of the woman she became with his... Guidance. She still was hesitant to hunt though, nervous that people would start talking which is why he knew his fleshy presents would be so welcomed. Her family had developed a ravenous apatite for the succulent fatty flesh of man after so many years of living off of it when she was younger.

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Hannibal and Harry went back up the stairs, Hannibal already had most of his bags packed but he quickly realized he had practically nothing for Harry. He searched through his closets, realizing he didn't have anything that would remotely fit Harrison other than a cum covered dress robe. There was no way that he could let his Harrison go anywhere dressed in nothing but a bath robe. Hannibal felt like a total fool. How could he take Harrison and not get his things? Groaned, unable to believe someone as clever as he, had done something so utterly stupid!

"What are you doing Darling?" Hannibal asked, giving Harry a pained look. The red wine color button up the submissive had picked from the rod was comically huge, so much so it looked more like a dress.

"Do you know where my robes are? I left my wand in them, I'm going to shrink this. I had Paddy in them to." Harry explained.

Hannibal couldn't help but blush. He hadn't realized that his beloved's childhood toy had still been in them when he had... Oh, gods, he desperately hoped nothing got... on Paddy... This could get so awkward. Hannibal ran his hand over his face. He left the closet and nearly jogged to the bed, hoping he got to the clothing before his beloved cow saw what a embarrassingly hormonal teenage thing he did to his lovely robes while he slumbered. Hannibal dug through the pillows on his side until he found the flaking clothes smelling so rightly of only he and Harry. His cock stirred in excitement over what he did, properly marking what was his. Hannibal quickly dug through them finding both the wand in a inner pocket and 'Paddy' he was relieved and disappointed to find that neither carried his scent.

"Oh, there they are!" Harry said, contently padding into the room.

Hannibal immediately shoved his Harry's robes under the blanket. "Yes, they were sitting on the end table. I wanted to make sure they would not get stepped on in the morning." Hannibal said in a affectionate sweet tone.

Harry smiled, "Thank you." Harry said, nearly purring in happiness. Harry launched himself at Hannibal and hugged him, nuzzling into his belly.

Hannibal's arousal was quickly forgotten as his whole body felt like it was strangling him with the absolutely consuming almost painfully vast affection that he was feeling for his little cow. Feeling startled by the slight wetness rimming his eyes. "Of course beloved one. Anything for you, always for you." Hannibal croaked, running a hand through Harry's silken hair. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand he realized it was nearly 1pm already. Forcing himself to straighten up and to ignore the sudden strange urge to cry at the force of emotions he had hardly felt since his beloved little sister, his poor dear Mischa was... slaughter when they were but small calves and he was tricked into drinking the broth made from her frail sickly body. His cherished baby sister who was boiled in the very tub he was forced to use to bath her while they hid in the woods. He forced his thoughts from such old dark thoughts. He would never let such a thing happen to Harry nor any of their future calves. He wasn't weak like his own parents. He could and would protect his mate and future calves.

"We need to get going if we wish to get back at a decent hour. I don't want us going to sleep at some odd hour because we got back at a strange time, it shall make it even more difficult to get my internal clock back to American time and yours starting to get accustomed to it." Hannibal said. He handed both Harry's wand back and after giving the plush a compulsive cheek rub he also gave it back before leading his mate to the already mostly full luggage bags.

Harry used a quick shrinking charm on the shirt that he had picked out before putting it on. It still didn't fit perfectly as it was custom tailored more to Hannibal's build but it fit good enough and Hannibal was absolutely enchanted by the deep rich color on his cow. It was positively adorable to him when Harry had to roll up his sleeves. Harry wearing his things was just so right feeling to Hannibal. "Do you have any pants you wouldn't mind me shrinking since I don't see any robes?" Harry asked. Eying a row of neatly hanging dress pants of several different colors.

"Of course, everything of mine is yours as well." Hannibal practically purred. Eying Harry lustfully.

Harry snatched a pair of black dress pants after that shrinking them, it took longer as Hannibal was longer legged and wider framed in general so he had to tweak the hips and pant legs several times as Hannibal refused to allow Harry to do something as... distasteful and low society as folding the cuffs of his pants. Sleeves were cute and endearing, pant cuffs no, just no. After a frustrating 20 minutes Harry finally was able to transfigure the custom pants to fit just right. Harry wasn't exactly a fan of being commando but he decided that the clothes would do as long as Hannibal had a light jacket to lend him.

Hannibal had trouble not jumping the lovely little minx standing in front of him. His sex straining to mount him. Hannibal swallowed, he was certain he was going to have a terrible time keeping himself from properly mounting Harry before his first heat. He was nearly certain that he wasn't going to making it.

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Hannibal had learned that Harry did not like plane rides at all and they would prevent him from rubbing himself off against that succulent backside. Plane rides would not equal great nooky like he had been hoping. Not unless he forcibly influenced his cow into allowing it and he wasn't going to do that. He liked Harry with control of himself. He more just twisted his perception of everything and tweaked a great deal of memories than turned him into a zombie ready to listen to every command, he didn't want a doll after all, he wanted an adoring mate. That adoring mate had said a big fat incredulous no and had gone into a full out panic attack/attack mode a majority of the ride, becoming dangerous and nearly attacking the flight attendant in his attempt to get off. Hannibal eventually had to influence him to calm him enough that he wasn't trying to escape to his death and cuddle him up against his chest trying to sooth his horribly frightened submissive. He had learned it wasn't easy to do that when you were trying to eat a lovely meal of duck, truffle, and delicate greens. He hadn't even managed to be able to enjoy his wine as he felt too worried and guilty about his beloved whimpering cow. Though he was certain that experiencing such things would simply bond the two of them together even closer. Wrapping another rope around the already caught submissive's neck and pulling them all even tighter. Making their love stronger and devouring in its intensity.

Hannibal was delighted to be back home when they landed, Harry clung to him like a sleepy teary eyed child. Apparently Muggle things would need to be explained better to him at later dates because he had no idea that a plane flew and thought it was a fly death can that would fall and kill them at any moment as he could feel absolutely no magic coming from the craft. Terrifying him as he didn't seem to know much of anything about anything muggle. Not even with the muggleborn friend that he had before he met Hannibal. He couldn't have the poor dear freaking out over every little thing he may have adored the clingy behavior but he also liked his electricity and his tablet and computers. He didn't plan to get rid of all of that because wizards were stone age idiots that taught their youth nothing!

What made Hannibal even happier was who greeted them at the private airport strip. He darling friend Will Graham. Hannibal couldn't help but grin, Harry still cuddled in his arms. Hannibal was back in his older looking form as he was back home. It made Harry look even tinier and the whole situation even sillier looking. The incredulous look on dear Will's face was priceless. Those lovely stormy gray eyes that should have been filled with tears as his shoved his cock down the puppy's throat. Poor clueless Will who didn't even know that he would soon be guarding his cow once swollen with calves.

He couldn't wait to tell him. He was sure that once explained his darling would understand. Will would be harder to convince. The poor genetically damaged confused Will. If only his father had bred anything but that gutter trash dear Will would have ended up a fully functioning 'Hound'. Because of the extremely rare genetic defect in both Bill and the tart,Will, would never be able to transform and his empathy would always be more like a torture device than just another sense. He would make a good companion though, and it didn't hurt that he was quite lovely.

"Um, why do you have a kid clinging to you... Weren't you just in like Greece or something?" Will said, pushing his glasses up a bit more on his nose.

Hannibal sniffed, "I was in Rome Italy, not Greece dear Will. I sent you the card and that exquisite handcrafted music box, remember? It had the hounds carved into it."

"Oh yeah! I love that thing... You really shouldn't have gotten me something so expensive though." Will mumbled, looking away.

Hannibal rolled his eyes, ignoring Will's pathetic chastising. "And this, this lovely darling is going to be living with me." Hannibal said pridefully.

Will began coughing looking ready to faint, "Wait, living with you? Did you like adopt some kid while you were away?" Will wheezed.

"Of course not! Only someone completely mad adopts a child when on vacation without a thought." Hannibal laughed.

"Then why did kidnap some kid were they getting like abused or something?"

"Well it is a rather interesting story... Let us leave. We will tell you everything once we get home. I promise it to be... entertaining. Right Darling?" Hannibal said. A devious glint in his eyes.

Harry barely nodded, nearly asleep after panicking for so long on the plane, he was exhausted.

Will was really not getting a good feeling from his friend. Oh god what was he getting himself into? Maybe he should just check himself into the Nut-hut before Hannibal could drag him into anything else? No, if he knew anything about Hannibal he knew that he didn't hurt little kids. He probably just saved it. Like he and his beloved strays. What if the kid found out about what Hannibal did though? Would his friend be cruel enough to kill a child?

Done Chapter 6

I don't think Will is going to be reacting well to what Hannibal has to say... Next chapter is going to be CRAZY! Find out so much stuff next chapter is going to be the crazy, oh gosh I can't believe it chapter and I may have Hannibal and Harry mate in 2-3 chapters, what do you guys think? I don't think Hannibal really cares much about the rules when it comes to Harry's cute little booty or is that just me?

So what do you guys think? Sorry that it has been so long I had some writer's block then a bunch of crazy stuff happened. I then started working on a brand new story that is now up to I think 8 chapters posted! I am using Harry Lupin for that crossover to!

The DESCRIPTION: Harry is a demon in that one and it is based in the YuYu Hakusho universe starting from slightly before Shinobu shakes up human world. Kreature tricks Harry into taking an amulet that that takes him to the plane of existance that his great grandfather was from and transports him to Spirit world where he is found and eventually sent to human world. Harry ends up trapped in demon world not long after. Lots of different demons, craziness, some humor, and hot courting demons. Including the devious Yoko Kurama, Arrogant and Sarcastic Hiei, An adorable and cheerful lovesick Jin, a king, Oc's, and a few more! Lots of different strange demon cultural things and silliness later on! It is relatively serious in the beginning.

IMPORTANT:You can see some of my OC drawings on my facebook account. If you would like to vote on the ones you like the most tell me and I will set up a poll for them! For now I am only thinking about having 2 or 3 OCs also competing for Harry's affection and I already have drawn 3 or 4 and have even more ideas for appearances of other ones to. Suggestions for OC's is welcome! If someone designs one with an appearance I like better than mine I'm happy to add them to that story! My facebook is Yazziyou Daydreamer!

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