Title: A Bloody Mess
Author: Keg369
Gear: UMM… crossover
Pairings: None at this time.
Warnings: blood, guts, general mayhem, and a wee bit of language
Author Note: my English isn't very good and I don't own Harry Potter or Darren Shan. Plot may seem unoriginal but its not you just have to wait for it to get original. Sorry.
Darren Shan was angry.
It was truly the understatement of the year however Paris Skyle didn't care.
The young prince looked just on the cute side of hilarious, the blush covering his pale cheeks made him, the very picture of disgruntled youth. Who knew he was not going to get his way but was going to make sure everyone knew how unhappy he was about it.
He felt a warm surge of fatherly affection he was sure every other vampire, that wasn't trying to become the young half vampires lover, felt as well. He could see an affectionate smile threatening to worm it way on to Larten's face.
The most hilarious part was the young half-vampire knew the plan made sense. Help the wizards kill their foe and the wizards in turn help the vampires.
Not in actual fighting of course such a thought was sacrilegious a best. But there were some spells and magical items that would make the vampires near unbeatable.
Unfortunately or fortunately it had long been forbidden for anyone who was a trained wizard or witch to become a vampire.
Wizards were far too illogical to be trusted with any vampire secrets. So even if a vampire did have "magical potential" They couldn't be trained truly wizards were more something to be ignored than anything.
But when certain wizards form both sides of their war started trying to find the "King of the Vampires."
The council had come up with a wonderful plan; they couldn't help the snake twit. He would surely turn on them as he had on allies in the past.
So that left Albus Dumbledore and his rag tag little army. Which brought him to Prince Darren Shan. Who was looking oh so much like a 16-year-old, who in reality was pushing thirty?
"My lords…" Darren began then scrunched his face up having no argument this plan was for the good of the vampires.
"Yes Darren?" Paris Skyle couldn't help the half laugh that came along with Darren's name.
Darren rolled his eyes then sighed, " When do I leave."
"Tonight."
The young prince bowed low then turned walking out of the room. His black cape trailing behind him, "Oh and Darren." He stopped shoulders tensing as if he were about to be struck.
"Congratulations on being accepted to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."