: Now this is just a taste of an upcoming idea I had in mind for a Scooby-Doo / Harry Potter crossover, so it's gonna be a little shorter than normal. There aren't many of these, so I thought I'd add one to the pile. Now, this takes place 5 Years After the Scooby Doo Gang started their little Junior Paranormal Investigator/Detective group. A lot can happen in that amount of time, so the Mystery Incorperated are going to be a little OOC. Also, Velma is 20, Daphne is 21, and Fred and Shaggy are both 22. This also takes place right after Prisoner of Askaban, so the american meddling kids are 7-9 years older than our beloved british meddling kids. (Let's be honest, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are basically the british, magical, versions of our favorite meddling kids. (unless you believe the "Shaggy has Magic and Scooby is his Familiar" theory like I do.)) Oh, and one more thing (more like two), Werewolf!Shaggy and Fred, Daphne, Shaggy, and Velma Poly.
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On with the story!
Chapter One - Meeting the Cousin
Norville "Shaggy" Rogers waited patiently at John Glenn Columbus International Airport with his loyal canine companion, Scooby-Doo the Great Dane, his therapy and service dog, at his side. The two were waiting for Shaggy's cousin, a young boy of thirteen years old, to show up. He had gotten a letter from him saying that he needed somewhere to stay for the summer since his previous caretakers where out of commision and no longer an option. Shaggy readily accepted, if only to get to know a relative.
Shaggy was twenty-two years old now and had been traveling the nation with his friends, Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, and Velma Dinkley, solving mysteries and exposing criminals. He had changed a lot since they started their little junior detective career in high school, they all have. For one, he had finally grown a full beard, well, more like goatee, but he's still counting it! He hadn't grown much in height, still he stood at 6'4" and possibly taller because of those low-heeled, black-leather, shoes he wore. His body had the fisique and structure of that of a runner or swimmer, surprisingly he was pretty strong despite his appearance. He was still as tall and lanky as ever, but didn't quite hold himself with the same amount of anxiety and nervousness as before. For the most part, he had mellowed out and calmed down, finally. Nowadays, he was completely calm and level headed on the outside, while on the inside, he's still that screaming, terrified, idiot 24/7. He has an attitude more along the lines of, "oh, well, this is happening, let's just roll with it and try not to die."
So, yeah. He and his cousin are gonna get along great. Especially with that "saving people thing" his cousin has going on. And the fact that he is a self-sacrificing idiot, but not that Shaggy knew that.
Scooby-Doo sat patiently at Shaggy's side, waiting for his Master's little cousin to show up. He kept his Master from trying to wander off or get too distracted by something. Scooby had changed as well. No longer was he quite the same cowardly dog, but was a respectable canine companion and truly cared and looked after his scatterbrained, anxiety-induced, Master. Although, that isn't to say he wasn't cowardly, while he definitely had his more brave moments, well, you can't teach an old dog new tricks. He was still the loving, gentle, giant of a dog that absolutely loved food, his master, and his friends, but was still afraid of ghosts, ghouls, monsters, demons, and all manner of things that go bump in the night. He just was better at standing up for himself and his friends, now.
Suddenly, a flurry of white feathers swooped down from the rafters and a beautiful snowy owl perched on the shoulder of a young boy. He was about thirteen years old and was only around 5'2" maybe 5'4" at most. He seemed to be more Hispanic, maybe Indian, in descent, with a crisp, warm, honey tan skin tone. His hair had a natural curl to it that looked, well, shaggy, in texture, with thick, messy bangs that covered his forehead and seemed to gather in a particular spot, like he was hiding some sort of scar. It was a pitch black color with slight red, almost coppery, undertones. He had almond eyes of a bright, almost acid, emerald green that seemed to have a supernatural glow all of their own, which were hidden behind thick lenses and thin, black, frames. He had a heart shaped face with a broad jawline and high, chiseled, cheekbones, but still managed to be pretty baby-faced.
Shaggy had no doubt that this kid would be a little heartbreaker, the kid was definitely handsome enough for it. Was it weird to call your relative handsome? Nevermind, it was his clothing that was a little worrisome, though. It looked like the kid only had hand-me-downs in his wardrobe, Shaggy liked wearing baggy clothes, but this was ridiculous! His clothes were three sizes too large and his shoes looked like they were coming off his feet! Oh, Daphne was gonna have a field day finding new clothes for this kid. Shaggy could help but feel a sinking sensation in his stomach that definitely wasn't hunger. He just hoped he was wrong.
Now that he had a closer look at the kid, he looked like he was bordering on anorexic. He looked like a stick, a twig, and was definitely underfed. He still looked healthy for the most part, but it was a little worrying. He only hoped that the kid had a underactive thyroid or something and not some sort of bad eating disorder like anorexia, or that his previous caretakers neglected him. He seemed to be well built, a runner or swimmer's body, like Shaggy's own. So, he must have some sort of muscle. Eyes of Emerald met Honey Brown and the boy sunk a little into himself upon meeting Shaggy's gaze. Scooby let out a small whine next to him, recognizing the signs of anxiety. Shaggy gave the boy a friendly gesture to come closer, that he wasn't going to hurt him. The boy began to stalk towards him, on guard and ready to run if he need to.
"Like, hey there, kiddo," Shaggy said gently, holding out a hand for the kid to shake. "My name's Norville Rogers. I'm your cousin. But like, uh, just call me 'Shaggy.' All my friends do."
The boy looked down at the outstretched hand and then back up at Shaggy. He had an unsure, scared look on his face. Then again, this was the first time they were meeting and the poor kid was stuck in a new and unfamiliar place with an unfamiliar relative. Shaggy, sensing the fear, gave him his signature dopey, funny, and friendly smile, trying to lighten the atmosphere and relax the kid. The boy calmed down slightly, but didn't drop his guard completely, which was to be expected. He returned Shaggy's grin with his own lopsided, shy, smile and grasped Shaggy's larger hand in his smaller one.
"Nice to meet you, Shaggy," He said, voice soft and thick british-scottish accent very evident. "I'm Harry."