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Agents
By : Notsalony
Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter
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"Are you sure?" Sam turned to Jason who was sitting there sniffing the air.
"I'm sure. That's the truck and his scent goes into the house there." Jason pointed.
"Okay. Mount up." Dean opened the trunk to reveal their impressive arsenal. "Pick your pleasure."
"I think I'll stick with this." Anita held up her firestar with the improved silver tipped safety rounds she'd gotten from Edward.
"Nice." Dean picked up his sawed off shotgun. "Silver nitrate, some buck shot, silver filings, rock salt, and a little blessed gun powder." He grinned.
"He's a lycan, not a vamp." Anita gawked at Dean.
"Yeah, and I had it blessed to take down anything not human." He eyed the bullets as he put the first round into the gun.
"You should see the priest we have to go to when we need the blessing done." Sam grinned.
"I know the feeling. It takes a sturdy priest to talk to me about some of my questions." Anita smiled thinking about the priest she'd broken, poor Father Brad, he'd not been prepared for her. Telling her she couldn't possibly actually have resurrection powers because only God could bring things back and no man nor woman could ever do it. So she'd animated all the dead flies in the confessional with him. She'd fallen over laughing as the undead flies chased him. Mean spirited, maybe, funny as all get out, definitely.
"Let's take us down a rogue werewolf and make sure he doesn't kill anyone tonight." Dean headed for the door.
"Agreed." Sam and Anita said together as they went towards the other exits. Jason stepped back and prepared for anything coming out of the house that got past them. They approached the house and looked one last time to each other before kicking in the doors.
"FEDERAL MARSHALS!" Dean yelled. "You have been found guilty of the crime of murdering your fellow lycanthropes and for hate crimes. Your punishment is to be carried out by us." Dean, Sam, and Anita went into the house. Seconds later Jason would hear a scream and the see the three running out.
in the house
"Keep your hands where we can see them." Anita put the gun to the werewolf's back.
"Kevin Lewis?" Sam put his gun to the other side. The man didn't move or say anything. "ARE YOU KEVIN LEWIS!" He shouted as he poked the silent werewolf in the head with the end of his gun.
"He's not home right now." The werewolf turned his head and gave a wicked smirk, his blue eyes going wolf grey before turning pitch black. "Sammy, you really think that will touch me?" He smirked.
"What the hell?" Anita's breathing picked up.
"An, the Winchesters brought the Necromancer into the circle. How cute." The thing in Kevin turned his head. "You can't stop me anymore then they can." Anita blinked as she saw the black cloud enveloping Kevin Lewis' body. It surrounded him in much the same way a lycan's animal form surrounded them when she used this sense power of hers.
"What do you want?" Dean pushed his gun into the werewolf's back.
"To cause you pain." The thing smiled through Kevin's flesh.
"You're a demon." Anita blinked.
"And a gold star to the undead's queen." The demon turned and looked at her again.
"Demonic possession?" She asked the brothers who weren't phased.
"Yep." Dean nodded.
"Ah." Anita pulled her gun off of it. "Silver won't hurt it then." She smiled sweetly. "But this will." Before anyone could react she swung her cross off of her neck and around the possessed werewolf's neck. Instantly the cross became a living star glowing from the holy force of Anita's belief in God. The demon's screams picked up a fevered pitch, windows shattering and the body seemed to be crumpling in on itself when the three of them took off running out of the house.
Anita grabbed Jason as she ran by him and pulled him down behind her jeep. The next thing they felt and saw from their hiding places was the house explode, clearing away everything but a burned circle where the possessed werewolf had been. In the center of the charred ground stuck in the ruined wood was a glowing cross. It was still alight with the force of Anita's constant prayers and never wavering belief in God.
"Well hot damn." Dean finally said as the sun like glow finally died down enough to see the smoking cross. "Lady, you mind telling me what the hell you just did?" He looked from the smoking cross to Anita.
"It wouldn't have been stopped by bullets. That at least injured it." Anita shrugged and got up and went to retrieve her cross.
"How often does she use that thing?" Sam looked at Jason.
"She prays daily. She uses it a few dozen times a week on warding off evil and once a month or so on taking down a big bad. So... a lot?" He shrugged.
"Not often you see someone with unwavering belief in God." Dean nodded.
"Anita always says that believing in God is like breathing. He's there, and he's the greatest power. And she's glad he likes her." Jason grinned as Anita had to force the cross out of the wood.
"Still...." Dean looked at her. "Not every girl who can slay a demon by putting her cross on it."
"Nope." Jason grinned.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" The bloody voice screamed as the burning were wolf slumped to his side, the shape of the silver cross burned into his flesh. The black smoke poured off of him and formed a black form walking away. "THAT BITCH!" It screamed, there seemed to be a scorch march on the black mist.
"You did bring the werewolf into her territory." A male voice said as it flipped the long hair out of its face. "She faces down the agents of darkness at any given time. And you thought she wouldn't take down one possessed werewolf?" The new person rolled his eyes.
"We will win." The smoke replied.
"Some how... I doubt that. But I'm not in charge." The man's eyes turned black. "Not like we don't have time." He shrugged his eyes going back to brown.
"The boss?" The black smoke asked.
"Rounding up the rest of our new toys." He shrugged.
"help me...." Kevin coughed up blood. "help...."
"Oh shut up." The black smoke roared. "Can you patch him up while I try to get this mark off of me!" The demonic black smoke walked away.
"No problem." The other possessed man sat down and put a hand in the bloody mess of Kevin's chest. "Don't worry, this will hurt a lot." He gave a wicked smirk as his eyes went pitch black again as Kevin let out a scream.
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"Asher!" Nathaniel smiled brightly as they opened the door to Jean-Claude's living room to find Asher sitting alone.
"Hello Nathaniel, it is a pleasure to see you again." He stood and hugged the shorter wereleopard. "And Jean-Claude informs me of an audition?" He looked up and stopped moving as he looked at Harry. "Mon dieu, mom minet, what have you brought to me?" Asher's voice caught in his throat as his French accent got thicker and his eyes dilated.
"Is something wrong Asher?" Nathaniel bit his lip.
"Of what parentage is he?" Asher's wide brilliant blue eyes flashed.
"He said he's a magical person." Nathaniel licked his lips.
"I'm a wizard." Harry said in a low voice. "is... is that bad?" Harry bit his lips, his green eyes shining with unshed tears, already sure that he would be rebuffed and turned away. He pulled his hood back to reveal his curling black hair.
"Mon dieu." Asher's mouth fell open.
"Asher...." Nathaniel looked worried, as Asher swallowed hard.
"Right, what's your name?" Asher looked the boy over.
"Harry. Harry Potter." Harry looked at Asher and hoped he wasn't going to get thrown out.
"Wait here please. I'll inform Jean-Claude that I very much believe your skills will be required." Asher said quickly. "The audition will only be to see what skills you possess and which dancers will have to help you out to polish other things." Asher turned on his heels and strode out of the curtained area.
"That was odd." Nathaniel puzzled aloud as he went to sit with Harry on the white leather couch.
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"JEAN-CLAUDE!" Asher yelled as he entered the room, giving a baneful glare at his master and friend.
"What has angered you so in the last ten minutes mon ami?" Jean-Claude frowned.
"Do you know what you have invited into our home?" Asher glared.
"A young magical boy wishing to dance at Guilty Pleasures. Why?" Jean-Claude looked at him confused.
"Only you could invite a wizard and end up with the son of a dhampir!" Asher shouted.
"How can you be sure...?" Jean-Claude rose from his bed.
"You forget I was sent to oversee much from the court of Bellamorta. The Dhampir and all their offspring were mine to watch and to know. That child does not know what he is, yet. Nor has much beyond his outer appearance taken on the shape of his sires." Asher swore heavily in French while pacing the room. "And if I were not sure it impossible I would nearly swear that he is the offspring of you and Damian." Asher glared.
"That... that is not possible." Jean-Claude rose. "What is the child's name."
"Harry Potter." Asher spat, his anger at the thought that Jean-Claude might have lain with Damian clouding his mind.
"Mon dieu." Jean-Claude sank down into the bed and held his face.
"What?" Asher frowned.
"She swore the child did not live. She swore it was still born, lifeless....." Jean-Claude looked up, his cheeks tear streaked with blood red tears.
"What the hell is going on?" Asher sat down next to Jean-Claude.
"It was while you were healing." Jean-Claude looked horror struck as he looked into Asher's eyes. "I was Bella's play thing. She sent me to an English home to seduce the wife so that she would bring her husband to support Bella's endeavors." He swallowed. "What Bella didn't know was that they were a clan of witches. The witch I bedded's name was Amelia Potter." He closed his eyes. "She became pregnant and swore to her husband it was his. But she told me it was mine. And I was away when the child was to be born. But came later and she told me that my child was still born." He looked up at Asher.
"What was the child's name?" Asher asked quietly.
"Benjamin Potter." Jean-Claude looked down. "But if he lived... and...." Jean-Claude stood up and walked towards the door cleaning his face with the silk of his sleeves. "I must see him myself." Jean-Claude left the room, Asher hot on his heels. Just outside the curtains Jean-Claude paused and held his chest as he doubled over. He felt the pull and pulse of the child beyond the fake walls. Horror struck he clung to Asher in silence.
"it will be fine." Asher said calmly and quietly as he cradled the distraught Jean-Claude in his arms, kissing his lover's cheek. "we will offer him a place here and when the timing is right we will tell him." He whispered into Jean-Claude's ear. "first we must audition the child, and then you must tell ma cherie about this child and bring Damian to his side to see if I am truly right." He sighed.
"but the child is of my blood...." Jean-Claude looked up at Asher. "he is..."
"your heir." Asher kissed Jean-Claude deeply. "and we will love him like a son." He held Jean-Claude close to him as he comforted his long lasting lover and friend.
tbc
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Agents	By : Notsalony Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter Views: 5351 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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