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Prince Harry	By : LadySilver Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 29248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Prince Harry
- 2-Chapter 2-4
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Chapter 2

Harry sighed as he looked out his window. It had been a full year since his two guards had come and taken him from The Dursley Household, and he couldn't be happier. He had spent the time with his guards, Doyle and Frost, learning all he need to know about the fey and the Unseelie court, as well as finishing his human education, as it turned out he would have been considered a prodigy if he had gone to school when he was at the Dursleys; But now his time at the Bureau was at an end, it was time for him to make his way to the Dark Kingdom, now all he had to do was wait for Frost to bring him 'appropriate attire' as Doyle said.

Harry turned when he heard Doyle's voice outside his door, "That will be perfect," he heard as the door opened and his two guards and friends entered, Frost carrying an outfit that made Harry blink and sigh. "Do I REALLY have to wear that?" He asked as he eyed the outfit.

It was a green old fashion shirt that opened in the front to show the top of his chest, it looked like it was made of an almost sheer silk, while the pants consisted of leather black enough to compete with Doyle's skin.

Frost just smirked and laid it out on the bed, "Be glad I couldn't find the shirt I wanted in your size." He said as he glided over to his Prince, taking his hand and leading him to the full length mirror while Doyle took the outfit.

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A few hours later

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Harry pouted as he looked out the window of the limo he was in. He hated wearing old fashion clothing, or any clothing for that matter. His pout grew when he heard his guards laughing silently. "Don't look so Master Harry," Frost said as he moved to sit next to his little Master, a grin still on his face.

Harry just stuck out his tongue at his guard, who just chuckled louder. Harry sighed and went back to looking out the window. 'I wonder what my Great Grandmother will be like,' he thought as he watched the scenery as they drove to the airport. Doyle had told him that she had changed since her first son had disappeared, before that she was very kind, strict and merciless, but still kind if you didn't do anything wrong. Now she was just a bitch. 'I hope she likes me,' he thought before shooting a look at Doyle, who had been trailing a hand over his thigh. Doyle just loved to tease him.

Doyle smirked at the look he got. He couldn't wait until he could play with his Prince properly, but he had not been released from the geas placed on the Ravens by the queen. 'I do hope she comes back to herself with him at home,' Doyle thought as he continued to rub the cloth covered thigh.

Harry sighed when he noticed his black guard was not going to let up. 'I wonder what it will be like if my Grandmother lets me have some of her Ravens?' He thought before groaning in exasperation when he felt Frost stroking his leg with his foot. They were trying his patience and control.

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A few hours later

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Harry blink as he looked around at the new sights, they had just landed in St. Louis and Harry couldn't help but fidget at the looks they were getting. The queen had insisted that they not be greeted by the press, though that didn't stop the few reporters who were watching and snapping pictures from outside the airport. They couldn't actually be in the building, but some still tried to sneak in.

Doyle growled when he saw the man approaching them. Berry Jenkins, the man who had been causing problems for the Princess. Doyle and Frost quickly stood so that one was in front of their prince while the other covered his back. Doyle sighed in relief when he saw the figure behind the smirking reporter.

Berry Jenkins didn't notice the seven foot being behind him as he advanced on the newest faerie royal. At least he could have fun with this one; he didn't have a restraining order for this boy. "Well what do we have here?" he asked, his voice sickly sweet as he tried to get a proper glimpse of the fey boy.

"I believe the press was told to keep a distance," a voice said from behind the reporter who jumped and turned to see the seven foot man.

Doyle smirked, "Greeting Barinthus," the dark man said as Jenkins moved away from the assembled fey guards. They all breathed a silent breath of relief when they noticed that that viper was gone.

Harry looked the Tall fey over. His hair was the color of the sea, the oceans. The turquoise of the Mediterranean; the deeper medium blue of the Pacific; a stormy greenish-blue like the ocean before a storm, sliding into a blue that was nearly black, where the water runs deep and thick like the blood of sleeping giants. His eyes were blue, but the pupils were slits of black.* the sheer sight of him made a shiver go through him.

Barinthus smiled slightly at the young prince. "Welcome," he said, his voice strong with hidden power, "The Queen has asked that I drive you to your new home, my prince," He said, his eyes never leaving the black haired boys. He still looked like a human, 'the glamour's on him must not have been removed.' The former god shot a look at his fellow guards who just stared right back at him.

Doyle stared right back at the former kingmaker. He knew what the look was for. He would have to explain to his queen why the glamour's where still on her great-grandson, as well as a few things he had learned in the year he had been with the young prince.

Barinthus shook his head at the look in Doyle's eyes. He knew when it was best to leave well enough alone when it came to the queens Darkness. "This way please," he said before leading them out of the airport and into the swarm of reporters waiting outside the glass doors. The three ravens surrounded Harry as they made their way to the waiting limo. Soon they were on their way to the Unseelie court.

*taken directly from the Merry Gentry books.

Chapter 3

Harry gazed at everything around him. It was all so different from what he was used to. He snuggled up to Frost who sat beside him in the big black car as the world past outside his window. He may have been 12 his particular magic made him very cuddly. He knew that the guards loved to tease him, but he also knew that they would never go farther than he was ready for. 'Of course it helps that the Queen is so very possessive.' He thought as he lay down so his head was cushioned on Frost's lap, it wasn't long before he started to dream.

Doyle just watched as his Prince fell asleep on his seconds lap. He knew that as soon as the Prince became of age, there would be many creatures, both male and female, after him. He could only hope that the Queen would lift her geas and allow them to court her grandson.

Barinthus looked at the interactions of the three with a curious mind. He had by now figured out why the young boy was still under the glamour. His magic was much more powerful and it interfered with their powers, 'We can only hope that Her Majesty is able to lift it.'

The ride was pretty much quiet as three of the occupants watched the fourth sleeping boy. Frost was playing with the long black hair as Doyle and Barinthus just stared at the fey boy. None of them truly wished to expose the boy to the politics that would no doubt surround him when he made his debut in the Dark Court.

"I wonder how he will look when the glamour is finally removed." Frost wondered out loud as he continued to play with the raven black hair. The icy guard shivered at the thought of what he would look like. He was already good enough to eat, with the true power of the fey finally released; there was no telling just how lovely he would look. Doyle and Barinthus traded looks, similar thoughts running through their minds.

It was only a few minutes later that they finally arrived at their destination. Frost was hesitant to wake the Prince so Barinthus took the boy and led the other two down into the Fairy Mound that was their home. Going to the room that was to be Harry's, Barinthus explained that the queen had ordered that they rest for a little while, so that Harry was perfect for when he met his Great Grandmother.

AN: I would write more but I haven't slept so I'm going to go sleep. I will probably continue with my updates later, but I make no promises. Sorry!

Chapter 4

Harry woke to pain coursing through his body. He screamed and writhed on the bed as he felt the fire flowing through his veins. He was so consumed with the pain he never noticed as his guards and three other people came into the room.

Frost watched the Prince he was loyal to hover over the bed they had fixed for him. The only thing keeping him from running over to him was his commander's hand on his arm. They watched as the boy was surrounded by a mixture of Black, white and blue lights and his screams grew even louder.

Doyle held his breath and kept one eye on his Prince and the three who had entered with his fellow guards.

Queen Andais stood with her son, Prince Cel, and her niece Princess Meredith. All three where just staring at the screaming royal with differing expressions. Prince Cel looked bored, only someone who knew him for as long as he had would notice the covered look of distaste and hatred that the other prince was shooting at Harry. Princess Meredith looked confused and slightly worried as she looked from Doyle and Frost to the floating boy. The queen just looked worried and frightened for the young child.

It was nearly an hour later that the lights started to disappear and the screaming finally stopped. The group watched as the lights lowered Harry onto the bed before finally disappearing, leaving Harry uncovered for all to see.

Doyle and Frost gasped when they saw their Prince. Harry had completely changed. He was still short, about 4'3." His face was paler than ever and his features took on a more feminine look. His once pitch black hair now had silver and blue streaks going through it. Then the little prince opened his eyes.

Queen Andais' eyes grew wide when she saw them. They were green with red and black circling the iris. Those eyes reminded her of the one she had lost, "Harry," she whispered, ignoring the stunned looks she received from her son and niece.

Harry just blinked at the gathering of people. "Hello," he said, inwardly smirking at the shiver he noticed came from Frost and Doyle.

Barinthus smiled softly at the Prince. "It seems the power of the mound has solved the problem of how to remove the glamour's."

Harry just blinked and tilted his head to the side in confusion. "What do you mean? And who are the others?"

Doyle smiled softly and moved to help Harry out of the bed and led him to the silver vanity mirror that seemed to glow in the room. He smiled when Harry's eyes widened and the little prince gasped at his reflection.

Harry was surprised by how he looked only to pout when he noticed something. "Great, I'm still shorter than anyone else!"

Frost shook his head slightly at the exclamation, he and Doyle knew how Harry hated being short. With a soft sigh Frost cleared his throat, "Harry," he called, getting his Prince's attention. "I would like you to meet your great grandmother, Queen Andais."

AN: Its an equally as short chapter, but if you put them together it makes 1000 words! Hehe anywho I have a poll for yam I know what I'm going to with Cel cause he is always a bastard, but I don't know what to do with Princess Meredith, I can…

A. Nice Princess

B. Mean princess who eventually becomes nice

C. Jealous that Harry got Doyle and Frost/Tries to get rid of him to get them
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