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A Harry Potter/ Dresden Crossover Drabble
Dec. 25th, 2011 10:38 pmThe pub was still full to the brim on the late Friday night, its patrons chattering loudly with each other and drinking their troubles away. With its shoddy ale and secluded location, deep within Knockturn Alley, it was a haven for the less desirable in the Wizarding World.
It was the poor, the uneducated and the weak that filled The Aethonan. It was these people who knew what was happening in the bowels of the Wizarding World. It was easy just to sit back and listen as the people talk, too intoxicated to realize they were spilling their secrets.
Most were honest folk who got blasted and told tall tales of breaking Veelas’ hearts, catching a pixie that was ten feet tall or was just looking for an old fashion good time. There were other patrons, less honorable than their counterparts, who came to sell drugs, both wizard and muggle; woman or dark artifacts.
No one had paid any heed to the young male that sauntered in an hour ago, settling down near the bar with a cup of the pub’s infamous ale clutched in his hand. He looked as if he belonged with his scruffy brown hair and battered old robe and over cocky confidence.
He had come to the bar for information. He had been looking for series of banned artifacts that had been smuggled in from Germany. Items that could cause innocents harm.
It was boring work, but satisfying, especially during those moments where they find the culprit and bring him or her in. As much as he loved peace, his heart still beat for those moments of action and excitement.
He was a lad born and raised in war and could never truly feel comfortable in peace.
The male took a swig from his cup and turned his attention back to the two companions that chatted next to him.
“Damned blood suckers ‘ave done it again.”
“Third time this week. Wonder what got into them.”
He took another slip, hiding his sigh. The Vampires had been acting strangely in the last few months, becoming more unsettled violent and no one knew why.
“Oi, ‘Enry!” He looked up at his companions. “Whatcha ‘ink ‘bout this nonsense with the vamps?”
He shrugged. “Must got something stuck up their asses or suffering from undead PMS.”
The two males chuckled and shook their heads and he frowned.
Damnation, he was making process.
He rose quickly from the bar and towards the door, pulling his robe tighter together.
This year’s spring had been abnormally cold and violent and it was not pleasant to leave the roaring fires of the pub to the damp and cold streets.
Holding back a sigh, he raised his wand, whispering a series of Notice-Me-Not charms and silencing wards around himself and ducking into a small cove off the main street.
He reached into his pockets, pulling out a vibrating and warm square badge with the symbol of two wands crossing each other in the centre and the large words AUROR above.
With a touch of his wand, the items on the badge began to change, warping themselves into the outline of Hector Giggs.
“We have new about the smuggling operation,” The Head Auror’s outline began. “Greengrass manor. I need you to go and learn what you can. Do not reveal yourself and do not enter the property.”
The Greengrass family was known to have ties with the underground and though they never supported Voldemort, they ended up supplying the Death Eaters with many dark artifacts and cash. They Auror’s have been trying to catch the Greengrass family in the act for years.
He went to place the badge back in his pocket when it spoke again. “Oh, and Harry?” His arm retreated and brought the badge back into his view. “Do not, under any bloody circumstances, enter the manor without back up.”
“Fine!” Harry snarled at his boss that could not hear him.
One fuck up and suddenly they could not trust him.
He slammed his badge into his pocket and tore down his wards, preparing to apparate to Greengrass manor.
The illusion charms he had been wearing all evening faded as he walked to the manor he was to stake out. His trademark features were revealed as the brown hair and eyes transformed.
The Greengrass family was considerably paranoid and created wards that would destroy any illusion that came too close.
Since the first time he entered the manor, almost eight years ago, Harry had returned over twenty times. He could say he knew the Greengrass manor quite intimately and that included one of Lord Greengrass’ daughters.
With her sun kissed blonde hair cascading in curls down her back, those dark blue eyes and the swell of ‘her breasts; Daphne Greengrass was a truly lovely woman and she knew it well.
She always made her presence known when the Aurors’ were called, sweeping into the room with a captivating yet modest outfit. She was the ideal Pureblood lady; calm, polite, kind and helpful; and a Slytherin through and through.
In the beginning, she enthralled and infuriated Harry, managing to answer any question or accusation with a satisfying statement that made Harry realise, later on, gave away absolutely nothing. He became more ruthless, more demanding and Daphne loved it. When no one was looking, she ran her fingers up his arm, lingering far too long for a proper Pureblood or whispering gossip and sexual innuendos.
It was a game of Tug o’ War, with neither side striving to gain yards. She drove him to be better, faster, and smarter; far from the child that defeated Voldemort with luck instead of skill. Harry forced her to become more cunning and cruel.
There were many times in the night, they crossed paths. Under disguise, they acted like old friends or business partners, each helping the other out. She used him to weed out her enemies and Harry rose through the ranks, becoming one of the top Aurors and soon to be the next to lead them. Each time they met, they gambled against each other but in the end the result was same; with them in a bed, his lips pressed feverously against her breast and her fingers raking down his back.
He enjoyed her company and could respect the way she ran her business but he could never love her, she was a cruel and heartless bitch. Maybe they would have had a chance if Harry had picked Slytherin over Gryffindor but they both were too set in their ways. One day Harry would win and expose the Greengrass family but he would be sorry that the game was over.
Daphne Greengrass, after all, was in-a-way his inspirations for everything and also the reason for his greatest fuck up.
Harry could see, from the streets, a single flickering light moving across the corner upstairs window. It was Daphne’s everlasting flame; the one that beat like a heart and glowed with a purple hue. It was one of the few objects Daphne treasured and allowed no one to touch.
Harry settled in with a smile, whenever Daphne was around, things were always interesting.
It was the poor, the uneducated and the weak that filled The Aethonan. It was these people who knew what was happening in the bowels of the Wizarding World. It was easy just to sit back and listen as the people talk, too intoxicated to realize they were spilling their secrets.
Most were honest folk who got blasted and told tall tales of breaking Veelas’ hearts, catching a pixie that was ten feet tall or was just looking for an old fashion good time. There were other patrons, less honorable than their counterparts, who came to sell drugs, both wizard and muggle; woman or dark artifacts.
No one had paid any heed to the young male that sauntered in an hour ago, settling down near the bar with a cup of the pub’s infamous ale clutched in his hand. He looked as if he belonged with his scruffy brown hair and battered old robe and over cocky confidence.
He had come to the bar for information. He had been looking for series of banned artifacts that had been smuggled in from Germany. Items that could cause innocents harm.
It was boring work, but satisfying, especially during those moments where they find the culprit and bring him or her in. As much as he loved peace, his heart still beat for those moments of action and excitement.
He was a lad born and raised in war and could never truly feel comfortable in peace.
The male took a swig from his cup and turned his attention back to the two companions that chatted next to him.
“Damned blood suckers ‘ave done it again.”
“Third time this week. Wonder what got into them.”
He took another slip, hiding his sigh. The Vampires had been acting strangely in the last few months, becoming more unsettled violent and no one knew why.
“Oi, ‘Enry!” He looked up at his companions. “Whatcha ‘ink ‘bout this nonsense with the vamps?”
He shrugged. “Must got something stuck up their asses or suffering from undead PMS.”
The two males chuckled and shook their heads and he frowned.
Damnation, he was making process.
He rose quickly from the bar and towards the door, pulling his robe tighter together.
This year’s spring had been abnormally cold and violent and it was not pleasant to leave the roaring fires of the pub to the damp and cold streets.
Holding back a sigh, he raised his wand, whispering a series of Notice-Me-Not charms and silencing wards around himself and ducking into a small cove off the main street.
He reached into his pockets, pulling out a vibrating and warm square badge with the symbol of two wands crossing each other in the centre and the large words AUROR above.
With a touch of his wand, the items on the badge began to change, warping themselves into the outline of Hector Giggs.
“We have new about the smuggling operation,” The Head Auror’s outline began. “Greengrass manor. I need you to go and learn what you can. Do not reveal yourself and do not enter the property.”
The Greengrass family was known to have ties with the underground and though they never supported Voldemort, they ended up supplying the Death Eaters with many dark artifacts and cash. They Auror’s have been trying to catch the Greengrass family in the act for years.
He went to place the badge back in his pocket when it spoke again. “Oh, and Harry?” His arm retreated and brought the badge back into his view. “Do not, under any bloody circumstances, enter the manor without back up.”
“Fine!” Harry snarled at his boss that could not hear him.
One fuck up and suddenly they could not trust him.
He slammed his badge into his pocket and tore down his wards, preparing to apparate to Greengrass manor.
The illusion charms he had been wearing all evening faded as he walked to the manor he was to stake out. His trademark features were revealed as the brown hair and eyes transformed.
The Greengrass family was considerably paranoid and created wards that would destroy any illusion that came too close.
Since the first time he entered the manor, almost eight years ago, Harry had returned over twenty times. He could say he knew the Greengrass manor quite intimately and that included one of Lord Greengrass’ daughters.
With her sun kissed blonde hair cascading in curls down her back, those dark blue eyes and the swell of ‘her breasts; Daphne Greengrass was a truly lovely woman and she knew it well.
She always made her presence known when the Aurors’ were called, sweeping into the room with a captivating yet modest outfit. She was the ideal Pureblood lady; calm, polite, kind and helpful; and a Slytherin through and through.
In the beginning, she enthralled and infuriated Harry, managing to answer any question or accusation with a satisfying statement that made Harry realise, later on, gave away absolutely nothing. He became more ruthless, more demanding and Daphne loved it. When no one was looking, she ran her fingers up his arm, lingering far too long for a proper Pureblood or whispering gossip and sexual innuendos.
It was a game of Tug o’ War, with neither side striving to gain yards. She drove him to be better, faster, and smarter; far from the child that defeated Voldemort with luck instead of skill. Harry forced her to become more cunning and cruel.
There were many times in the night, they crossed paths. Under disguise, they acted like old friends or business partners, each helping the other out. She used him to weed out her enemies and Harry rose through the ranks, becoming one of the top Aurors and soon to be the next to lead them. Each time they met, they gambled against each other but in the end the result was same; with them in a bed, his lips pressed feverously against her breast and her fingers raking down his back.
He enjoyed her company and could respect the way she ran her business but he could never love her, she was a cruel and heartless bitch. Maybe they would have had a chance if Harry had picked Slytherin over Gryffindor but they both were too set in their ways. One day Harry would win and expose the Greengrass family but he would be sorry that the game was over.
Daphne Greengrass, after all, was in-a-way his inspirations for everything and also the reason for his greatest fuck up.
Harry could see, from the streets, a single flickering light moving across the corner upstairs window. It was Daphne’s everlasting flame; the one that beat like a heart and glowed with a purple hue. It was one of the few objects Daphne treasured and allowed no one to touch.
Harry settled in with a smile, whenever Daphne was around, things were always interesting.
