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The Kitten and the Killer	By : crimsonphoenix13 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 19481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter or the Chronicles of Riddick mentioned in this fic. They belong to their respective owners, none of whom are me. I make no money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Chapter 9 - Never Tease A
Sneering Dragon

Harry woke at
dawn the next morning and stretched out, hearing the birds greeting the sun and
the new day in the background. He crawled up the bed and gave Riddick a soft
kiss on the cheek before moving to his ear and whispering:

�Riddick, wake
up�� Mirror-shine orbs shot open and he stared up into slitted emeralds.

�Morning Kitten.�
The Furyan grumbled, and he sat up as the raven moved backward.

�Morning!� Harry
replied chirpily, bouncing off the bed and running around quickly to gather his
training clothes. �Come on, I wanna train before I have to go.� He tugged at
Riddick who was still sitting on the bed.

�Fine, go run
your laps and I�ll meet you up there.� He replied while standing and strolling
towards the dresser.

�Okie dokie, see
you soon.� The gryffindor raced out the door and bounded down the stairs. He
easily jumped off a staircase moving in the wrong direction and landed
gracefully on the one below, making him very thankful for his cat demon
attributes.

Once outside, he
got started on his usual fifteen laps around the Hogwarts grounds. The amount
of laps had gradually increased throughout the summer, and he had started off
with just two. Harry had adjusted quickly and once he had finished, he headed
straight up to the seventh floor and the room of requirement, not even slightly
out of breath. This showed that he had had great success in increasing both his
physical health and stamina.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a couple
of hours later, and at a more decent time of 9am, that found Harry, Riddick and
Dumbledore congregated in the entrance hall once more, portkey in hand.

�Same again,
Harry.� The raven nodded, quickly hugged the furyan and then was gone with a
word and a whoosh.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

He appeared in a
small cordoned off area, which Harry assumed was so people wouldn�t land on
others when they portkeyed or apparated in. Eyes darting around the crowd on
the platform, Harry walked quickly to the train and sequestered himself away in
an empty cabin, sighing in relief that he had so far been able to avoid those
he needed to talk to.

After waiting
some time and still having an empty compartment, the raven pulled a notebook
and pen from the bag he had brought with him, and settled himself comfortably
on the seat next to the window.

Harry had just
completed a song he had dubbed �40 Kinds of Sadness� and had written the title
of �Take It All Away� for the next, when the door slid open. Ron and Ginny
Weasley stood in the hallway looking in.

Harry looked up
at them quizzically but they looked straight through him. He sneered slightly,
they didn�t recognise him, even though he hadn�t changed that much.

�Oi,� Ron
started. �You see Harry Potter around?� Harry blinked.

�Ron, don�t be
stupid, he�s obviously new.� Ginny moved forward, fluttering her eyelashes
slightly. �I�m Ginny, this is my brother, Ron.� She looked at him curiously
when he didn�t say anything, and started to get closer. �So, what�s your name?�

Harry was saved
from having to answer by a familiar drawling voice.

�What are you
doing weasels?� Draco Malfoy appeared behind them in the corridor. His grey
eyes surveyed the compartment, and when they met Harry�s, they widened minutely
and he hesitated slightly before continuing. �Why don�t you go find the rest of
the Gryffindorks, instead of forcing your offensive presence on uninterested
people.�

�What did you
say, you slimy git?!� Ron shouted, hand reaching for his wand.

�That�s enough.�
Harry stood up quickly. The raven had watched the interaction carefully and he
had seen that Malfoy recognised him. The Slytherin had then limited his
insults, and Ron�s reaction was way off. �I wonder why I hadn�t noticed before
that Ron was like this.� Harry thought. He turned to the Weasleys. �Leave. I
didn�t invite you in, and I don�t wish for you to stay.�

�But�� Ginny
started, pouting her lips to try and persuade him otherwise. Harry was repulsed
by the display. �She claims she�s in love with me, then does this.�

�Who are you to
tell me what to do?� Ron drew himself up arrogantly and stared down at the
small raven. Harry wasn�t intimidated, he smirked coldly and saw an answering
smirk on Malfoy�s pale face.

�Harry Potter,
now get out.� Harry�s green eyes flashed with power as he glared at them.

�Harry, mate��
Ron smiled nervously and reached out, but Harry growled.

�Leave.� The
redheads hand dropped and he sneered.

�You bloody
traitor, come on Gin.� He grabbed Ginny�s arm and pulled her away from the
compartment by force , she still seemed to be in shock.

�Not so perfect
in paradise, Potter?� Malfoy asked. Harry smiled wearily.

�Come in and sit
down, Malfoy. We have a lot to talk about.� Malfoy hesitated at the door and
Harry smirked, remembering. �Unless you want to continue our game and terrorise
each other at every turn.� The blond looked around before entering, shutting
the door behind him and casting a few spells on the cabin.

�Now, no one will
overhear us.� He mumbled, before slumping down on a seat, �or interrupt.� Harry
smiled at the uncharacteristic behaviour. The blond Slytherin straightened up
before leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. �You are willing to help us?�
Harry nodded, still smiling.

�Yes, I will help
you, although there is no need. I have it on good authority that your father
will soon be out of Azkaban and you will not be Voldemort�s whore.� Malfoy
looked at him sceptically.

�How do you know
that?� Harry smiled mysteriously, before reaching up and tapping a finger on
his lightning bolt scar. �You actually have visions of the Dark Lord?� Harry
nodded.

�But it wasn�t a
vision.� Harry stared at Malfoy, judging him. �Can I trust you?�

Harry sighed when
Malfoy just stared back silently.

�Fine, let�s
start again then, yeah?� Harry smiled and held out his hand. �I�m Harry
Potter.� The blond took the hand and smiled back.

�Draco Malfoy.�
Harry sat back, looking happy.

�So, Draco, now,
I must tell you something only one other person knows, and it all starts with
your letter.�

Draco sat in
attentive silence as Harry explained everything. From his inheritance, to
Riddick, to Voldemort, and to his new standing. There was a short shocked pause
when Harry dropped the glamour, before the blond Slytherin sat back
thoughtfully. After a while he smirked menacingly.

�This is going to
cause chaos.� Draco snickered when Harry nodded happily.

�Are you with me,
Draco?� Harry switched to deadly seriousness, unknowingly echoing words Riddick
had once used to Kyra, a long lost pack mate. Draco matched his mood and
nodded.

�Always.� The two
clasped hands as brothers, before falling back to a happier mood, Harry once
more writing in his notebook, while Draco pulled a large book from his bag. The
rest of the train ride was spent in comfortable silence, with the occasional
sound of pages being turned and a pencil scratching on paper.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As the train
slowed to a stop at Hogsmeade station, the two boys stood up as one and shared
a brief smile, before moving out of the compartment and into the crowd of
students and the chaos that their sudden friendship would cause, if anyone
recognised Harry that is.

They moved to the
thestral-drawn carriages, and Harry stopped to pet the nearest one on the nose.
It nuzzled his hand as if asking for food. Draco stood a bit behind Harry,
unsure about the creature. The raven turned and pulled Draco closer.

�Do you see
them?� He whispered and the blond nodded. �Give me your hand.� Draco hesitated
before holding his hand out, still wary. Harry gripped his wrist lightly and
directed the hand to land gently on the thestral�s face, right between the
eyes. He moved the hand in a stroking motion and the thestral�s eyes closed,
enjoying the attention.

Draco smiled
slightly before noticing their surroundings.

�We should get in
a carriage.� Harry reluctantly removed his hand from the thestral and smiled as
it whinnied it�s farewell as he followed the blond obediently.

They settled into
the carriage and were soon joined by Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott, who both
nodded to Draco but didn�t say anything to Harry, although they looked at him
curiously.

The carriage ride
up to the castle was quick, the thestrals that Harry had spent time with doing
their best for their passengers, so they were soon heading up the stairs to the
entrance hall.

�Kitten.� A voice
spoke out of the darkness to the side of the doors. Draco froze, but Harry
turned towards it with a bright smile on his face.

Spotting the tall
form in the darkness, Harry ran towards it and glomped the furyan, who caught
him easily.

�I missed you
Riddick.� Harry nuzzled his head in the side of the man�s neck. Riddick
chuckled.

�It�s only been a
day.� Harry pouted at him and won a small smirk.

�Harry?� Draco
called cautiously, the raven turned to the new voice in surprise. He had
forgotten where he was.

Riddick breathed
in deeply as he eyed this new male, the normal purple shape he saw was haloed
by silver, which was new.

�That�s Draco.�
Harry said then asked, cheekily. �Can I keep him?�

TBC�
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