Time of the Season: Give It to Me Easy
Disclaimer: Well, considering I’m not richer than England royalty, I don’t own Harry Potter. And considering that, I don’t own Dark Angel either.
Story: After acknowledging Voldemort’s return, the Ministry is insistent on hiding Harry away. Now, for past three years, Harry has been secreted from place to place, with his whereabouts known only to his tutors and select Ministry officials. Now, the story begins in post-pulse Seattle, where Harry is now staying, and maybe finally have a life. Dark Angel crossover.
Set somewhere. I’m still figuring that out. Timelines will be messed up to mix together…
Spoilers: Books 1-7 probably.
Warnings: ????
Pairings: White/Harry, Max/Alec, Remus/Tonks, implied and slight Max/Logan…
Time of the Season
Chapter One: Give It to Me Easy
“Boo, I’d almost go straight for that boy right there. Almost,” Original Cindy said, and Max looked over to where she was looking at. Or rather to whom.
She couldn’t guess the kid’s age, but she was sure he was pretty young. He had the clearest alabaster skin she’d ever seen, transgenic or Familiar even. He had almond-shaped eyes that housed brilliant emerald irises. He had a slender build with an average height –actually, Max’s height –that completed the effeminate vision. The effeminacy mostly came from the elvin looks of his face, including thin eyebrows and blood-red slender lips. His cheekbones were slightly high, contributing to the aristocratic look and manner of the newcomer. But even aristocratic seemed to understate him.
Even his hair was pretty. They made Max feel like going to a mirror and do something with her hair. He had waist-length dark locks that was tied tightly at the nape of his neck, with bangs that hung just above his mouth. A lock of hair on either side were the same length as the rest of his hair, but was just slightly behind his bangs, hanging loose.
Her thoughts were broken when Normal cleared his throat loudly and obviously. Rolling her eyes with Original Cindy, Max reluctantly listened to her boss.
“Alright, you slackers! Meet Harold Slytherin, he’s coming to work with us. Harold, here, is a prime example of what you morons should be! Follow his example and maybe we can actually get some work done here,” Normal handed the newbie a Jam Pony cap, which he awkwardly accepted and took all his hair and hid them underneath it, the longer length bangs slightly loose from their hold and the rest of his bangs sticking out. Max was wondering if she could recruit Original Cindy in kidnapping the hat and destroying it for its blasphemy. Weird last name, though.
“It’s Alec all over again, ain’t it?” Original Cindy shook her head.
“Mmhm,” Max agreed.
Alec, standing near them at his locker, groaned and banged his head against it. The two girls snickered together, but quieted down when the newcomer approach them. He smiled hesitantly and put out his hand.
“Hello, my name’s Harry. It’s, uh, not really Harold,” Harry slightly grinned.
“Normal changed it up for you, huh?” Max snorted, gripping his hand. She noted he had a British accent. She wasn’t the only one.
“Ohh, polite British gentleman!” Original Cindy cooed.
Max laughed, “OC!”
“Hey, with his looks, it ain’t that hard to forget he’s male. See? Not my fault.”
The others introduced themselves to Harry, who, while not outgoing, certainly held himself in a sure way. Afterwards, Harry had taken to the job quite well. He delivered the packages, and came and went all day. Normal looked like he was in ecstasy. Max was sure Harry was going to be employee of the month, if not week. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if Normal suddenly pronounced Harry employee of the day.
Still, there was something about Harry Slytherin that her Manticore training was screaming not to dismiss. And she was sure it wasn’t his looks. It was further motivated when she met Harry on her way to Logan’s condo’s door, with a bag of groceries in his arms.
“Harry? What are you doing here?” she asked confusedly.
He gave an embarrassed smile, “I live here.”
He waved goodbye and continued his way to the next floor up.
Max stood there, thinking about that. If Harry could afford to live in this high-rise then what the hell was he doing working at Jam Pony?!
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Harry sighed, putting away the groceries he’d brought in. He lived at the highest level of Fogle Tower, with most of the space belonging to his living room. From wall to wall, was a large window that gave him a clear view of the outside and that he could darken up for privacy. To the right side and up against the window and right side wall was his open kitchen. To his left, up against the wall, was his set up for his photography sessions. The white screen hung down, the lights were off and sheets covering them. Slightly behind him and to the side of his photography stage was his furniture set. That left an open space from the stage and sofa set to the kitchen. For Harry, he liked it roomy.
He had the master bedroom, a guestroom, a large closet converted into his darkroom for his photography, a second bathroom aside from the one he had in his master suite, and an office. All of it took up space that equaled the entire level, so Harry was glad that the entire level was left to him as an apartment. The only way to get there was an elevator and a special key was needed to reach Harry’s floor.
It wasn’t bad. It was roomy, but not too large like the other properties he owned. It just…wasn’t Hogwarts.
And that was the crux of the problem. He missed Britain. He missed the magical castle. He missed his friends and everyone else.
It was only three years ago since he was separated from it all. Fudge had resigned from his position, with Rufus Scrimgeour taking over. The new minister wanted Harry to be kept safe and away from where Voldemort could find him. So he pushed and pushed Dumbledore to turn Harry over to him, where he then decided to give Harry special permission to use magic outside of school so that he could learn more and protect himself and to emancipate him with limitations. So Harry was allowed to use magic, with the normal reminder not to use it in front of muggles, and was given all his estates to control. The Minister thought Harry couldn’t hide without money and therefore emancipated him so that he could receive his inheritance. Gringotts was neutral, with the exception of a certain fondness for Harry because of his riches and standing about magical creatures, so there was no chance of Voldemort tracking Harry through withdrawals of money.
Now Harry had the benefits of being emancipated with only limitations of listening to where the Ministry chose to hide him next, for how long, and when. There wasn’t really a chance of Voldemort getting the information of where he was hiding from the Ministry as only certain officials knew, and not even the Minister knew where he was. The officials that did know were proven under Veriterserum to be trustworthy, and inconspicuous enough not to be noticed or taken notice of. They were people who no one would even think would be in charge of his whereabouts.
After being emancipated, Harry learned of his properties, his stocks, investments, businesses, things in his vaults, and monetary value. Considering he was the head of the Potter family, he had the Potter vaults and assets. Sirius had posthumously legally adopted Harry, and therefore given the Black fortune to Harry and making him the head of the Black family. Both families were Ancient and Noble, and held lordship. Harry almost gaped when he’d found out that he was now Lord Potter-Black.
There were still surprises to come.
Lily Evans wasn’t muggleborn, but coming from a family that sporadically had children who either had magic or not. They were also descended from the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw lines. Helga and Rowena, that is.
Harry was still in shock at the title Lord Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw.
Oh, but the goblins weren’t done with Harry yet. No, James Potter was descended from Godric Gryffindor and that made Harry his heir and consequently Lord Gryffindor. Then there was the surprise that shocked him the most. He actually was Salazar Slytherin’s heir. He’d almost fainted when Griphook had called him Lord Slytherin, his most prominent lordship.
His brain almost couldn’t handle it when they told him he was the richest person on the planet, and the most powerful. Politically-wise, he held a lot of power with his lordships and the fact he held several seats in the Wizengamot, not including the unused seats of the Founders. He had a lot of money. And magically, the goblins told him to have faith and not to doubt himself or there would be consequences with his magic.
And there he was, Harry Potter pretending to be Harry Slytherin. He thought since it was his most prominent lordship and the fact there was no way people would think he’d ever connect himself to Slytherin, he choose that as his replacement last name. He also had to thank Normal for making him Harold instead of Harry. Harry was his legal name, but if his papers were to say Harold then that would throw confusion and distinction from him. It was awfully nice of Normal for writing down his information on the papers as Harry listed it off…
Harry wasn’t even recognizable anyway. His hair had grown, with help from time and his latent metamorphagus skills, that his hair was long and smooth instead of short and scruffy. His bangs did a great job hiding his scar, and his face shape was matured to be too different than it was before. In fact, he doubted he looked anything like James or Lily Potter. He had to say he vaguely resembled Salazar, when he’d seen the man’s painting in the Slytherin vaults, though mostly his look was his own. His elven features had to come from his mother’s side, from where one of the Evans had married a High Elve.
Now Harry was living in post-pulse Seattle, the United States crumbled economy surrounding him in plain view outside his apartment. He heard about the transgenics and how they lived mostly in Terminal City located in Seattle, and that Max, Alec, and a couple more people in Jam Pony were transgenics. The Wizarding World, however, had been exposed.
It was Voldemort’s doing and now the whole world was aware of a nation more terrifying and more powerful than transgenics. Wizards and witches capable of performing feats of magic. However, magical folk were as skilled as ever at hiding themselves and have learned to blend in, making it impossible to tell who was wizard or witch without them blatantly showing they could do magic. The war went on violently and explosively, spreading out and adding casualties and fatalities. The fear of transgenics was pushed to the background in favor of fear of wizarding kind. The humans and transgenics were bounded together against magical folk, with the ones fighting with them and against Voldemort not really caring for the safety of muggles. Sure, they were concerned, but mostly that concern was pushed aside for a more selfish motivation of defeating Voldemort. The muggles couldn’t rely on the “good” wizards to make sure they were safe when those people were more concerned about defeating Voldemort over the safety of some muggles. Even with the transgenics’ super speed and super strength, they were no match against magic. They were all right to fear this revealed nation.
Harry knew a majority of wizards were intrigued about transgenics, seeing them in awe and some also with slight disgust. Then there were those, mostly purebloods, who were absolutely horrified and disgusted to learn about them.
Harry really wondered why he had to save such a world.
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Max glared at the Familiar across her, wondering if Logan had lost his mind. She knew the Conclave had been pushing for a truce with the transgenics, who had a silent truce with the ordinaries as well, because of the threat of the Wizarding World. The wizards on their sides didn’t care at all about them. It was only a matter of time before the Wizarding World found out about Familiars and even they probably couldn’t stand up against magic. They needed a united front against the Wizarding World.
But still, having her work with Ames White?
“Now, White’s already been briefed by the Conclave and he’s already started on the mission. Both the Conclave and myself have been contacted by a man named Albus Dumbledore, who is revealed to be a revered wizard in their world. Dumbledore has requested that we find Harry Potter and protect him. Harry Potter has been in hiding for several years now under their world’s Ministry orders, but Dumbledore believes him to be here in Seattle. Dumbledore doesn’t trust the Ministry to make sure Potter stays safe and protected, so that’s why he’s contacted us,” Logan explained.
Max frowned, “Do we have a picture or some identifying mark?”
White stoically handed her a picture and she gasped, drawing the attention of the two males in the room.
“Max, what’s wrong?” Logan asked.
“Shit, I work with this guy.”
Started 7/12/08 –Completed 7/13/08
Story: After acknowledging Voldemort’s return, the Ministry is insistent on hiding Harry away. Now, for past three years, Harry has been secreted from place to place, with his whereabouts known only to his tutors and select Ministry officials. Now, the story begins in post-pulse Seattle, where Harry is now staying, and maybe finally have a life. Dark Angel crossover.
Set somewhere. I’m still figuring that out. Timelines will be messed up to mix together…
Spoilers: Books 1-7 probably.
Warnings: ????
Pairings: White/Harry, Max/Alec, Remus/Tonks, implied and slight Max/Logan…
Time of the Season
Chapter One: Give It to Me Easy
“Boo, I’d almost go straight for that boy right there. Almost,” Original Cindy said, and Max looked over to where she was looking at. Or rather to whom.
She couldn’t guess the kid’s age, but she was sure he was pretty young. He had the clearest alabaster skin she’d ever seen, transgenic or Familiar even. He had almond-shaped eyes that housed brilliant emerald irises. He had a slender build with an average height –actually, Max’s height –that completed the effeminate vision. The effeminacy mostly came from the elvin looks of his face, including thin eyebrows and blood-red slender lips. His cheekbones were slightly high, contributing to the aristocratic look and manner of the newcomer. But even aristocratic seemed to understate him.
Even his hair was pretty. They made Max feel like going to a mirror and do something with her hair. He had waist-length dark locks that was tied tightly at the nape of his neck, with bangs that hung just above his mouth. A lock of hair on either side were the same length as the rest of his hair, but was just slightly behind his bangs, hanging loose.
Her thoughts were broken when Normal cleared his throat loudly and obviously. Rolling her eyes with Original Cindy, Max reluctantly listened to her boss.
“Alright, you slackers! Meet Harold Slytherin, he’s coming to work with us. Harold, here, is a prime example of what you morons should be! Follow his example and maybe we can actually get some work done here,” Normal handed the newbie a Jam Pony cap, which he awkwardly accepted and took all his hair and hid them underneath it, the longer length bangs slightly loose from their hold and the rest of his bangs sticking out. Max was wondering if she could recruit Original Cindy in kidnapping the hat and destroying it for its blasphemy. Weird last name, though.
“It’s Alec all over again, ain’t it?” Original Cindy shook her head.
“Mmhm,” Max agreed.
Alec, standing near them at his locker, groaned and banged his head against it. The two girls snickered together, but quieted down when the newcomer approach them. He smiled hesitantly and put out his hand.
“Hello, my name’s Harry. It’s, uh, not really Harold,” Harry slightly grinned.
“Normal changed it up for you, huh?” Max snorted, gripping his hand. She noted he had a British accent. She wasn’t the only one.
“Ohh, polite British gentleman!” Original Cindy cooed.
Max laughed, “OC!”
“Hey, with his looks, it ain’t that hard to forget he’s male. See? Not my fault.”
The others introduced themselves to Harry, who, while not outgoing, certainly held himself in a sure way. Afterwards, Harry had taken to the job quite well. He delivered the packages, and came and went all day. Normal looked like he was in ecstasy. Max was sure Harry was going to be employee of the month, if not week. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if Normal suddenly pronounced Harry employee of the day.
Still, there was something about Harry Slytherin that her Manticore training was screaming not to dismiss. And she was sure it wasn’t his looks. It was further motivated when she met Harry on her way to Logan’s condo’s door, with a bag of groceries in his arms.
“Harry? What are you doing here?” she asked confusedly.
He gave an embarrassed smile, “I live here.”
He waved goodbye and continued his way to the next floor up.
Max stood there, thinking about that. If Harry could afford to live in this high-rise then what the hell was he doing working at Jam Pony?!
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Harry sighed, putting away the groceries he’d brought in. He lived at the highest level of Fogle Tower, with most of the space belonging to his living room. From wall to wall, was a large window that gave him a clear view of the outside and that he could darken up for privacy. To the right side and up against the window and right side wall was his open kitchen. To his left, up against the wall, was his set up for his photography sessions. The white screen hung down, the lights were off and sheets covering them. Slightly behind him and to the side of his photography stage was his furniture set. That left an open space from the stage and sofa set to the kitchen. For Harry, he liked it roomy.
He had the master bedroom, a guestroom, a large closet converted into his darkroom for his photography, a second bathroom aside from the one he had in his master suite, and an office. All of it took up space that equaled the entire level, so Harry was glad that the entire level was left to him as an apartment. The only way to get there was an elevator and a special key was needed to reach Harry’s floor.
It wasn’t bad. It was roomy, but not too large like the other properties he owned. It just…wasn’t Hogwarts.
And that was the crux of the problem. He missed Britain. He missed the magical castle. He missed his friends and everyone else.
It was only three years ago since he was separated from it all. Fudge had resigned from his position, with Rufus Scrimgeour taking over. The new minister wanted Harry to be kept safe and away from where Voldemort could find him. So he pushed and pushed Dumbledore to turn Harry over to him, where he then decided to give Harry special permission to use magic outside of school so that he could learn more and protect himself and to emancipate him with limitations. So Harry was allowed to use magic, with the normal reminder not to use it in front of muggles, and was given all his estates to control. The Minister thought Harry couldn’t hide without money and therefore emancipated him so that he could receive his inheritance. Gringotts was neutral, with the exception of a certain fondness for Harry because of his riches and standing about magical creatures, so there was no chance of Voldemort tracking Harry through withdrawals of money.
Now Harry had the benefits of being emancipated with only limitations of listening to where the Ministry chose to hide him next, for how long, and when. There wasn’t really a chance of Voldemort getting the information of where he was hiding from the Ministry as only certain officials knew, and not even the Minister knew where he was. The officials that did know were proven under Veriterserum to be trustworthy, and inconspicuous enough not to be noticed or taken notice of. They were people who no one would even think would be in charge of his whereabouts.
After being emancipated, Harry learned of his properties, his stocks, investments, businesses, things in his vaults, and monetary value. Considering he was the head of the Potter family, he had the Potter vaults and assets. Sirius had posthumously legally adopted Harry, and therefore given the Black fortune to Harry and making him the head of the Black family. Both families were Ancient and Noble, and held lordship. Harry almost gaped when he’d found out that he was now Lord Potter-Black.
There were still surprises to come.
Lily Evans wasn’t muggleborn, but coming from a family that sporadically had children who either had magic or not. They were also descended from the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw lines. Helga and Rowena, that is.
Harry was still in shock at the title Lord Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw.
Oh, but the goblins weren’t done with Harry yet. No, James Potter was descended from Godric Gryffindor and that made Harry his heir and consequently Lord Gryffindor. Then there was the surprise that shocked him the most. He actually was Salazar Slytherin’s heir. He’d almost fainted when Griphook had called him Lord Slytherin, his most prominent lordship.
His brain almost couldn’t handle it when they told him he was the richest person on the planet, and the most powerful. Politically-wise, he held a lot of power with his lordships and the fact he held several seats in the Wizengamot, not including the unused seats of the Founders. He had a lot of money. And magically, the goblins told him to have faith and not to doubt himself or there would be consequences with his magic.
And there he was, Harry Potter pretending to be Harry Slytherin. He thought since it was his most prominent lordship and the fact there was no way people would think he’d ever connect himself to Slytherin, he choose that as his replacement last name. He also had to thank Normal for making him Harold instead of Harry. Harry was his legal name, but if his papers were to say Harold then that would throw confusion and distinction from him. It was awfully nice of Normal for writing down his information on the papers as Harry listed it off…
Harry wasn’t even recognizable anyway. His hair had grown, with help from time and his latent metamorphagus skills, that his hair was long and smooth instead of short and scruffy. His bangs did a great job hiding his scar, and his face shape was matured to be too different than it was before. In fact, he doubted he looked anything like James or Lily Potter. He had to say he vaguely resembled Salazar, when he’d seen the man’s painting in the Slytherin vaults, though mostly his look was his own. His elven features had to come from his mother’s side, from where one of the Evans had married a High Elve.
Now Harry was living in post-pulse Seattle, the United States crumbled economy surrounding him in plain view outside his apartment. He heard about the transgenics and how they lived mostly in Terminal City located in Seattle, and that Max, Alec, and a couple more people in Jam Pony were transgenics. The Wizarding World, however, had been exposed.
It was Voldemort’s doing and now the whole world was aware of a nation more terrifying and more powerful than transgenics. Wizards and witches capable of performing feats of magic. However, magical folk were as skilled as ever at hiding themselves and have learned to blend in, making it impossible to tell who was wizard or witch without them blatantly showing they could do magic. The war went on violently and explosively, spreading out and adding casualties and fatalities. The fear of transgenics was pushed to the background in favor of fear of wizarding kind. The humans and transgenics were bounded together against magical folk, with the ones fighting with them and against Voldemort not really caring for the safety of muggles. Sure, they were concerned, but mostly that concern was pushed aside for a more selfish motivation of defeating Voldemort. The muggles couldn’t rely on the “good” wizards to make sure they were safe when those people were more concerned about defeating Voldemort over the safety of some muggles. Even with the transgenics’ super speed and super strength, they were no match against magic. They were all right to fear this revealed nation.
Harry knew a majority of wizards were intrigued about transgenics, seeing them in awe and some also with slight disgust. Then there were those, mostly purebloods, who were absolutely horrified and disgusted to learn about them.
Harry really wondered why he had to save such a world.
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Max glared at the Familiar across her, wondering if Logan had lost his mind. She knew the Conclave had been pushing for a truce with the transgenics, who had a silent truce with the ordinaries as well, because of the threat of the Wizarding World. The wizards on their sides didn’t care at all about them. It was only a matter of time before the Wizarding World found out about Familiars and even they probably couldn’t stand up against magic. They needed a united front against the Wizarding World.
But still, having her work with Ames White?
“Now, White’s already been briefed by the Conclave and he’s already started on the mission. Both the Conclave and myself have been contacted by a man named Albus Dumbledore, who is revealed to be a revered wizard in their world. Dumbledore has requested that we find Harry Potter and protect him. Harry Potter has been in hiding for several years now under their world’s Ministry orders, but Dumbledore believes him to be here in Seattle. Dumbledore doesn’t trust the Ministry to make sure Potter stays safe and protected, so that’s why he’s contacted us,” Logan explained.
Max frowned, “Do we have a picture or some identifying mark?”
White stoically handed her a picture and she gasped, drawing the attention of the two males in the room.
“Max, what’s wrong?” Logan asked.
“Shit, I work with this guy.”
Started 7/12/08 –Completed 7/13/08