WaT/Harry Potter x-over
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Season: Season 3/ Harry Potter 5
Rating: Slightly AU, PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't owe anything of this, except for the idea to put those two fantastic genres together.
Without a Trace and its characters belong to the wonderful Hank Steinberg and Jerry Bruckheimer; Harry Potter and all what comes along with him, belong to Joanne K. Rowling. (And please don't sue me, because I borrowed a few sentences from the books. I promise, it won't anything happen to them.)
A/N: This story has been rotting away on my hard-drive for over a year now, because I wasn't so happy with it anymore. Still ain't, but I thought I'd share it with you anyway.
Oh, and it would be nice not to take the dates in this fic too seriously. I am a fan of the books, but I am not that big into it, that I know every character that appeared once in them. And I know, that the age differences don't always fit, and I'm sorry.
Thanks for listening to my rambling, guys! Have fun!
Chapter One
England, 1988
Little Whinging, Surrey, Privet Drive - Night.
The Street lamps were spending no light, covering the street into darkness.
Three figures emerged from the shadows, whispering to each other, not wanting to be seen or heard.
"I hope we did the right thing, Albus." Minerva McGonagall said to a man with a long white beard, which was stuffed into his belt, and glasses shaped like half-moons.
"We did, Minerva. This way, Harry can grow up like a normal boy, not like the boy who will soon be famous. And he is save."
There was a sneeze behind them, as the half-giant Hagrid made use of his handkerchief, blowing his nose.
McGonagall rolled her eyes, but said nothing.
Albus Dumbledore made sure to return the lights back to their lamps, before the three figures vanished into the night.
USA, 1988
Kenosha, Wisconsin - Night.
A teenage girl was sitting on a bus stop, rain pattering against the small roof.
She could hear the sirens in the distance. She sighed. The girl had hoped that they wouldn't find her so soon.
A minute later, the police car came to a stop besides the bus stop, a woman getting out, seeking protection from the rain under her jacket.
"Samantha, come on. Let's go home."
"No."
Her mother sighed.
"We have got to figure out a way to live under the same roof." She said, her voice cracking a bit.
"Like you care how I feel!" Samantha snapped. "Just stop and let me leave."
"Samantha, you can't run from what you are! Your grandfather is back home, waiting for you. We can talk about this."
"I don't want to talk about it. I just wanna have a normal life!"
"You and I aren't normal people, Samantha. Please, come home and let's talk. If you still want to leave, I will not stop you." Her mother said, taking Sam's suitcase, going back to the car.
A moment later, Samantha followed.
USA, 2004
New York City, New York - Night
Night had fallen over the city, and the dust of the day began slowly to settle. People were enjoying the coolness that had finally come after a too hot summer day. The night sky was clear and its stars sparkled high above the city, diving it in a beautiful shimmer. But the people were too busy to notice, as they were too busy to notice the two loud 'crack's coming from a side alley. Two men, covered in dark robes appeared apparently from nowhere. A third man, wearing the same clothes, was already waiting for them.
"You have found her?" asked the first one with a voice as cold as his eyes.
The third man suppressed a shudder and hastily replied, "Yes, my lord. The one you were looking for is living not far from here, but it would be more effective to visit her at her work. She's almost living there, sir."
He glanced at the second man, who came with his master, but this one said nothing. He only concentrated and surveyed the area, looking for intruders.
"Was she aware of you? We don't want her to know just yet."
"No, my lord. She wasn't aware of me watching her. She's absolutely unaware of what is going on, my lord.", the third replied quickly, hoping he wouldn't say anything to upset his master.
"Good. Give me the address, then you may go."
After giving him what he was asking for, the third quickly apparated with a loud 'crack', before his master could change his mind.
The other two soon followed, leaving the alley as empty as it had been before this unusually encounter.
Her high heels clicked rhythmically on the polished floor, as Special Agent Samantha Spade entered the FBI building in New York City.
It was early morning; the usual working hours still a couple of hours distant.
But she didn't care. She couldn't sleep, nightmares about a dark alley making it impossible for her to get a good nights sleep. So she decided to go to work and get some paperwork done, before the others arrived. She greeted the doorman and made her way to the elevator. After pushing the right bottom to the right floor, she waited patiently for it to open the doors again.
With a small 'ding' it announced its arrival and she stepped out and onto the familiar floor of the 'Missing Persons Unit', she had been working on for a good few years.
She was mildly surprised when she saw light in her boss's office. She should've known that he was already there. Or was he still there?
Jack Malone hadn't noticed her arrival, so she stood in the doorway to his office, watching him silently. His shirt was rumpled, his tie discarded on the floor a long time ago. His hair was standing up wildly from his head. Sam couldn't help the smile that was creeping on her face. 'He's so damn cute, when he looks like that…No, what are you thinking. He's always cute. Damn it, Spade! Get a grip on yourself!'
She cleared her throat and made him aware of her presence.
His head shot up, slightly startled.
"Sam! You want to give an old man a heart attack? What are you doing here this early?", he asked in his usual gruff behavior, but there was always a warm glint in his eyes when he talked to her.
"Good morning to you, too." She replied with an unreadable look on her face. "I could ask you the same thing, you know?"
He grunted and waved his hand for her to come in. She sighed and took a seat across from him.
"So…", she began, not sure what to say. It was a little complicated between them, after he announced he would be going to Chicago, to make things work with his wife. Then he came back, saying Maria and he would be getting a divorce. She would have been relieved to hear this a while ago, as terrible as it may sound, but now she was happy with Martin. Well, she thought she was, that is.
She was so lost in thought, that she hadn't noticed that Jack was staring at her.
"What?!"
It seemed he hadn't noticed, too. He looked startled again and went back to pretend he would be reading case files.
"Nothin'", he muttered.
Samantha sighed again, putting her fingers to the bridge of her nose, trying to get the starting headache under control.
"Jack…what is it!", she hissed exasperated.
A long time, he just stared at her again, and then he stated bluntly, "I can't quite imagine you with Martin."
That left her speechless and all she could do was to stare right back at him.
A few minutes passed in silence, before she had her voice back.
"How'd you know?", she whispered, not sure if she really wanted to know.
"It took me some time, but I eventually figured it out.", was his response.
She really didn't expect his next question when she sat down on this damn chair a while ago.
"Do you love him?"
She blinked once, then twice, not exactly sure if he really did say, what she thought he had said. As it finally registered in her brain, that he had indeed asked her that particular question, she could only mumble, "I don't know."
What she really wanted to say was, 'Not the way I love you!' He seemed not quite convinced by her answer and she could almost swear he was reading her mind, because the next thing she knew, was, that he was suddenly standing in front of her, grabbing her arm gently, but powerfully and bringing her to her feet.
And if he hadn't held her, she would have met the floor right now, because her knees became weak, as soon as she could feel his lips on hers. Before she knew what she was doing, she was already responding to his kiss with an intensity she didn't knew she still possessed. 'Martin, you have Martin! What the hell are you doing?! God, this feels so good…' She could feel Jack smiling into the kiss as she slung her arms around his neck to hold him even closer.
Slowly, reality dawned on them and soon they were back in the real world.
Hesitantly, they parted, but couldn't bring themselves to fully break contact.
Still holding her in his arms, Jack looked around. Thankfully there wasn't anyone else yet.
Smiling at each other, they kissed again.
What they didn't know was, that they were not alone at all.
From under his Invisibility cloak, Lucius Malfoy stood watching as such a powerful witch like Samantha Spade was kissing a Muggle. He despised her with all his being. Not only did she leave the wizarding world to have a 'normal' life, she also pretended she wasn't one of them. A devilish grin sneaked across his face. Her so called 'normal life' wouldn't last much longer. 'It was almost time…'