A/N Just a quick note, this is a spin off from my Janet Harker series (after book 2), that means it's also a minor Percy Jackson crossover, but you may wish to read the first one or two fics, it will make more sense that way, but it can make sense if you don't. Bold is spells, italics are Ancient Greek, inverted commas are thoughts.
Janet was bored, she was sitting outside the office of the Bellwood Aurors, most cities do not have their own Aurors office, but Bellwood was special, it was a regional city, with a large magical population, requiring a large number of Aurors to keep the peace. Janet was thirteen, short for her age, with very long blond hair that reached her hips, dark brown eyes that were almost black, she was pretty, but didn't know that (she had a small clue from the disaster of Valentine's day this year). She was wearing jeans, a purple shirt and comfortable brown shoes, there was a bracelet on one wrist shaped like a ruby-eyed snake biting its own tail, she was looking after her backpack, which contained her wand, a literal magic book, a couple of spell books and a change of clothes. She was waiting for her father, who was talking to the portly regional commissioner about why he had been asked to come here when there was already Aurors in the area. Janet was sitting on the chair swing her legs, when an explosion shook the building, Janet rushed to the window to see what was happening.
Out on the street, a tall, muscular, brown, scaly dinosaur thing, was fighting a not as tall robot, the robot was metallic silver, about four metres tall and decorated to look a king in armour. 'What a weird city,' Janet thought as she watched people run from the fight, no-one was acting like this was a rare occurrence, it kind of reminded her of Amity Park.
"What was that?" Her father asked rushing over, followed by the balding regional commissioner. Thom Harker was a tall and muscular man, somewhere in his late thirties to early forties. Despite the heat of the summer he was dressed in a three-piece tweed suit, he had a slightly weather-beaten face and a full head of black hair with silver streaks running through; he had friendly blue eyes that glinted happily as he talked.
"Just the aliens, they fight sometimes, we try to steer the civilians away, but we can't do anything about it, we don't have the authority, the ability, or enough Aurors," the commissioner said wringing his hands. The commissioner (whose name was Ian), was a rather rotund man in his late fifties, his grey hair was thinning on the top his long face, his green eyes were tired, the eyes of a man who had overworked himself as a young man and continued to, despite his increasing age.
"Have you not asked for permission to do something?" Thom asked as the dinosaur thing punched the robot into a building.
"We have, but, as I said we are already overextended with the magical population in the city, I simply don't have the manpower to deal with them, we send in clean up squads, and deal with any magical beings who try to do something stupid, but that's all we can do," Janet did not like Ian.
'He seems like a nice enough person,' Janet thought as she tried to slip away, 'but he's standing around whilst people could get hurt, when it's his job to help,' Janet was stopped when a roar of triumph could be heard from outside, the dinosaur had punched the robot's head off, the machine was lying on the floor, defeated.
"They didn't knock down a building this time, the muggles can do clean up, it's not major," Ian said returning to his office; Janet looked at the damage wrought by the fighting. Building facades were crumbled, roads shattered, pipes burst, cars crushed and the giant robot the dinosaur had left in the middle of what was once a road.
"If this is minor, I would hate to see major," Janet said out loud.
"It does seem a little worrying how acclimatisation Ian was to this, he treated this like it was totally normal, it's like something from a bad sci-fi movie," Thom said smiling at his daughter, "by the way, we're here because some muggles got hold of a magical artefact, and have donated it to the museum. According to the commissioners, someone is almost definitely going to try to steal it. Despite this, the owners and the museum are refusing to let the Ministry take or buy the artefact, so I have to help guard it because the region is already short staffed."
"So, what is it? And who'd want to steal it?" Janet asked, she could have taken the information she needed from Ian's head, he was not an occlumencer, so she could take the information with legilimency, but it would be rude to pry, and slightly illegal.
"The artefact is an ancient spell book, written in the Black Forest, somewhere near Leipzig in the 15th Century by a dark wizard named Grinkleslurn. He didn't do much except make up spells, most of which were rather dangerous, including necromancy and spells to make oneself a Lich, although he's the only successful Lich to ever arise from his method. Apparently there are several groups who might want the book, the first are a pair of sorcerers who use different magic to us, even your elemental magic. The second are the aliens, because we have no clue in their motives, so can be suspect for anything, and thirdly any one of the petty thieves and criminals amongst the magical population who might want it for how much it's worth or to take over the world."
"So, that really narrows it down to," Janet pretended to count on her fingers, "to just about anyone then," Janet sighed, "great," she deadpanned.
"Well, I've got a stakeout to plan, why don't you go and enjoy the sun?" Thom asked ruffling his daughter's hair.
"Yeah, I could look for a souvenir for Alice or Cobblepot," Janet said, "I'll meet you at the museum later."
"Remember stranger danger," Thom said jokingly.
"I think I'm more of a danger to the stranger than they are to me," Janet said smiling as she walked out the room, Thom's laughed echoed out the room after her.