ok, wow... i just had this great flash and i needed to get it down. i know i don't have the ability to pull this off, but if anyone would write this story i'd be forever greatful...

harry potter vs. numb3rs.

the war is over, but some extremist groups are still after harry. he's been put into a kind of relocation program that is run by the americans (don't know why yet, but it could be, he lost his magic, or the atmosphere in britain is just not conductive to a healthy life... i dunno). he ends up as a student at cal sci, and somehow these extremist groups find him. because of a murder, or a kidnapping (perhaps of hermione or a weasely or someone who ties back to harry) don has to ask him questions. while he's there harry gets a call from the group and he starts yelling into the phone that if anything happens to him/her/them, they'll find out just why he's who he is... which leaves don with a lot of questions... ect...

so, i haven't really gotten into any plot, i don't know whos doing what or why, but this thought came to me when i was randomly wondering who would win in a mud wrestling match?

charlie? or harry? i even had a bunch of cal sci students in my head weighing the pros and cons. there's "something" about harry that makes them all think he's not quite as bland as he pretends to be, and charlie's got some fbi training that he picks up from his brother... but they all agree that half-naked harry and charlie would look absolutely delish convered in mud... yeah. i'm a geek and i have a problem. but please!! if anybody picks this idea up, let me know!! - 06/24/08-- 2:56pm


I wrote the following at work, basically just going over things in my head, about motive and opportunity... Hermione has been kidnapped. She was in LA for a book signing and she was supposed to meet Harry, who is now being called Edward, for lunch. While waiting to meet him, she gets kidnapped and knocked out, shoved into a van and most of LA sees this. She is a very popular author, so the FBI gets the case right away. Don gets the cell phone logs, and notices a name on them. The last person she called was Edward. So he goes down to the campus to see if Charlie could help him find Edward, they're working on somthing computerese and Charlie had praised his student from time to time in Dons hearing.

so when i got home i wrote the following scene, just jotted the entire thing down on paper... i was thinking originally, see the note above, that i wanted to hand this off to someone, but i find myself fasinated by the fights and personal relationships that could occur. so i was thinking that maybe if i found someone to help me with the rest, cause it's really up in the air, maybe someone would like to collaborate with me?

anyway, either or, enjoy the following, because i'm going to keep posting these things as they come to me. 06/25/08-- 1:05am

Disclaimer, Harry Potter and Numb3rs do not belong to me.


"Why aren't you angry Edward? Your friend has been kidnapped. She's being held for an unspecified ransom, that apparently only you can provide, and you haven't reacted at all." Don paused, waiting patiently for a flick, a twitch, anything to tell him where this kids head was.

The boy just stared at him and took a breath, opening his mouth to say something, but he paused, bit his bottom lip and leaned back in his chair. He placed his hands carefully on the table in front of him, they were shaking slightly, and nodded carefully as if just figuring something out. Charlie did that often when something had just occured to him, a brilliant flash of insight.

"Anyone can become angry," he said. His green eyes flickered under heavy black bangs, from Don to Megan, back to Don. "That's easy. But to become angry with the right person to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose, and in the right way?" his voice was soft, insistent as he leaned forward, intense. "That's not so easy. Her- Helene told me that, well, her and Aristotle apparently." He scoffed a bit and sank back into the chair, "I'm not angry with you Agent Eppes, so i'm not going to waste my anger here."

Don watched as Edward raised his hand to his mouth, brushing absently at his lips as if trying to get rid of some bad taste.

"But, if you're that worried about me, I can assure you I'm barely choking back that rage," he smirked down at his shaking hand. "If one curly hair on her head is harmed, you won't have bad guys to worry about, 'cause you'll never find their bodies." He pushed back his chair and rose, swinging his bag on his shoulder. And just like that the affable smile was back, the carefree college student was slouched in just such a way that made him seem entirely unassuming. He pushed the chair back to the table and took a breath, "now if you'll excuse me, I have a class."

Megan watched Edward walk away, nodding to students he passed, then offering to carry a girls books to the class they apparently took together. She smiled up at him and he nodded at her question, and before long they were out of sight. She looked over at Don and tried to think of something to say.

"Anything?" he asked, completely mystified by what had happened. One second he's the goofy kid Charlie said had some potential in computer programing, the next...

"Well, I can tell you that he was completely serious, and that he seriously creeped me out." She offered.

Don nodded, there was more to Edward Harrison Potts than met the eye.