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The Hellblazer Who Lived
It was a cloudy afternoon in London. The kind of cloudy that made you think of sad, depressing moods.
"'Ell've a time to rain now.", someone said. Said someone was a man about in his forties with blond hair, wearing a trenchcoat and smoking a cigarette. Suddenly an owl swooped down towards him. Now normally this would be nothing to an ordinary person, but this man was hardly ordinary. He walked in certain circles even those who heard of him didn't know about. That said he simply took the letter the owl brought and watch it fly off. "What the hell they want from me now?" He opened the letter thinking it was probably from the damn Ministry, then was shocked, recognizing the handwriting, he began to read.
John,
James and I are probably dead by now, but if you're reading this, something must have happened to Sirius too. Now I know you don't like the way things work in the Wizarding World, hell you don't like the way things work in the muggle world, but Harry needs a family. He needs someone to teach him more about magic. How to use it, how use it to fight, more importantly, how to use it to fight an immortal like Riddle.
You're the only one I know who can do that. If you won't do it, then at least have Zatanna or one of your magician friends do it. Please John, I'm begging you, please help Harry.
Your favorite cousin,
Lily Evans Potter
Sighing, he put the letter in his pocket. "I'm gonna get in'ta alotta trouble for this." Taking a long last drag from his cigarette, he said aloud, "I'll do it Lils, 'cause of family an' all, but you owe me one, all three'o you.
Well, better go and get the kid." Taking out a pack of Silk Cuts and lighting up a new stick, the foulmouthed, chain-smoking occultist John Constantine set off to find the son of his late cousin.
Written by my brother years ago. He doesn't know I've uploaded this. Wahaha! Why didn't I upload this before, I wonder? So... I don't know if he'll ever continue this.
