Written for Topaz007 for winning the 'AbhiRika drabble competition' in 'best Abhirika drabble by a non-Abhirika writer'.

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Request/Demand- A Harry Potter-CID crossover with being Daya the main character.

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I don't think I am a very good HP writer. So it's gonna be a little lame I guess.

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Daya and Shreya are off to London for their Honeymoon. Daya's a bit irritated as there's thousands of places to visit in London and all his newly wed beautiful wife is interested in, is King's Cross station and a place in the middle of platform Nine and Ten! And he finally discovers himself in the middle of some crazy people excited for a special occasion. But it's September 1st! There's nothing special about this date!

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Another World

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"Oh God, Shreya. Why are we even here, in a railway station?" Asked Daya, completely frustrated.

"Daya. It's King's Cross. Oh my God. I can't believe finally I am here. You don't know how long I have been craving to come here."

"It's just a bloody station Sherya. And we are here for more than an hour now. Can we move now? I want to explore the museums. I always have."

"Oh Daya please. You won't understand. And besides it's September 1st."

"Yeah I know it's September 1st. What's so special about September 1st?" Asked Daya casually.

"Oh God Daya. You don't know? You know in Harry Potter..."

"Harry Potter?" Exclaimed Daya, "Oh my Lord. This is all about B... Harry Potter?" He hardly stopped himself saying the word 'Bloody'. Didn't want Shreya to bark at him, did he? But seriously she's here just for a book? Girls!

"It's not just a book for me Daya. You know this. It's a fandom. It's a whole new world for me. You won't understand. You haven't read the books afterall." Shreya rolled her eyes with the last sentence.

Daya at first decided to tell her although he hadn't read the books he knew the story by heart, courtesy to her but he decided otherwise not wanting to start an argument and spoil their whole trip.

"Oh okay. I can understand Shreya. When we gonna leave btw?" Daya asked sweetly.

"Soon. Let me... Oh my God. Here they are."

"Who?" Daya narrowed his eyes looking at the direction his wife was already staring.

"They," said Shreya, pointing to a group of people wearing weird clothes he remembered watching them in some movies. Harry potter!

"Why are they wearing clothes like this?"

"'Cause it's September 1st. And every year we potter heads celebrate this Day, here, at King's Cross. Isn't it Ah-mazing? It's my first time here. I am so excited. Lucky we planned our trip around September."

"Yeah, very much lucky," said Daya sarcastically.

"C'mon let's go and meet them." Shreya dragged a very reluctant Daya with her. They joined the group. Soon Shreya was too busy with the group she totally forgot her beloved husband. Daya stood their, completely irritated. Shreya seemed to know a lot of people there. God! Internet and all this days!

"By the way, why are you all here dressing like witches and wizards?" Daya interrupted their conversation, innocently, "I mean it's September 1st you know, the day when every witches and wizards from England are going back to... Er... what's that called... Ho... Hogwarts and how are you supposed to differentiate witches and wizards form normal people... muggles if you too dress like them. 'Course if you want to find out that world exists actually or not."

All of them looked confused and amused at the same time then Shreya broke the silence.

"Don't mind him," said Shreya to the crowd, "he's a cop and it's his habit to predict and interpretate things." Then she turned to Daya and whispered in greeted teeth, "Daya!"

"What? I mean, I was just sa... okay. Nahi bolta mai kuch." Daya shrugged.

"Oh no no... You are wrong Mr.." said one of them from crowd.

"Daya." said Daya.

"Yeah, Mr. Daya.. you are wrong. They don't wear their usual clothes in muggle London. They dress like us. It's a secret world. They wouldn't want people to star at them."

"Oh... Shreya you carry on. I am waiting for you there." Daya excused himself before he had to go through the entire Harry Potter series for his one unwanted mistake. He had already heard them like hundred times!

Upon sitting down on a bench he looked around the station. It's a very big and very old station. He liked everything in London. They all were so aristocratic. His phone rang.

"Yeah Abhijeet."

"How's the trip going?" asked Abhijeet from opposite side.

"Awesome!"

"It doesn't sound awesome by your voice though."

"Jale pe namak mat chidak ab." Daya said im irritation.

"Haha... where are you?"

"Can you guess?"

"Fortunately I can."

"No you can't Abhijeet. I bet."

"I can Daya. Take your bet back."

"I bet you Abhijeet. Go on and answer."

"Think about it Daya. You gonna lose."

"Try na."

"Okay. You are at King's cross station, probably between platform nine and ten."

"Wha.. How..."

"I am right, ain't I?"

"Abhijeet. You knew this? And you didn't even warn me for once? You are supposed to be my best friend!"

"Haha... cool down buddy. I didn't know untill your flight took off. Only then Tarika jumped in excitement and after asking for more than one day she finally confessed that..."

"I don't want to know what she confessed. I can guess."

"Chill yaar. They will leave after 11.00 am. Only 5 minutes to go I think. Then you will have your wife."

"Oh yeah... do you really think so? You think she's not gonna nag about this whole platform thing? Harry potter! The enemy of my love!"

"JK Rowling actually."

"Shut up."

"Haha... I just now know where I have to go for my honeymoon."

"Where?"

"Anywhere. Except. London."

"Haha..." Daya laughed sarcastically.

"Bye mate. And don't worry I know you will manage. Certainly she loves you more than Harrypotter."

"Not Harrypotter. Remus Lupin. And I strongly doubt that."

"You wouldn't after the trip. Okay. Bye. Call me when you are free. I am not gonna disturb you."

"Bye."

"Huh! Why not I am a wizard?" Daya murmured after cutting the call.

He found the group engorged in a deep conversation at one corner of the station. He decided to move towards them. Just when he was passing the area between platform nine and ten his shoe lace got loosened and he bent down to fasten that. He stood up. The big clock of King's Cross station striked 11.00 o'clock, a bell rang. That group engorged in conversation didn't evem notice. And from no where, without and thought Daya murmured two words under his breath with utter bitterness in his tone he learned from Shreya which she used to utter every now and then.

"Bloody muggles."

And then everything happened in a fraction of second. Everything around him started to swing, the floor beneath his foot slipped away, there's a buzzing sound around him, his vision blurred and he felt as if he was pulling up and side at the same time. He felt nauseated and when he thought he couldn't hold it any more everything stopped.

He tried to open his eyes but failed. His head was heavy and body sored. He heard some boys quarelling. He understood only some of their words.

"It's your bloody fault damn it."

"But... it was just an experiment. And an experiment can go wrong. There's nothing to bark at Remy."

"Don't call me that."

"Don't call you what Remy?"

"Shut up you two. I think he's dead."

"Oh no. Don't say this. I don't want to end up in Azkaban."

"You are already going there padfoot for performing this spell without precaution."

"Oh really. Just to know, I am not going there alone. I will have you three with me too."

"In your dream."

"Shuuuuut uuuuuup. He's moving. Look. I think he's alive."

"What?"

With his blurred vision he saw four boys bending over him with enormous concerns in their eyes.

"Hey, are you okay. hello."

Daya tried but nothing came out from his mouth.

A whistling sound.

"Oh no... Potter the train is leaving. We have to do something."

"Why you are calling him potter?"

"Eat dung peter. Is this an appropriate moment to ask this question."

"We have to catch the fucking train."

"But we can't leave him here like this."

"Then take him with us."

"We can't. We don't even know why he's here."

"He's here because of your fucking mistake Sirius."

"But we aren't sure, are we?"

"'Course we are idiot. He landed here just the moment you finished your spell. You can't deny this."

"Okay fine. But we are going to Hogwarts and I don't think anyone non magical can enter there...Hello, Mr. Are you a wizard?"

Daya didn't understand what to answer. He's not a wizard but he couldn't say that. There's a huge chance they would leave him there. But if he lied he would be caught anyways. But he would have time to make them understand later.

"Answer damn it."

"I think he's in shock. Merlin's know how long he had travelled to come here."

"Don't look at me like this. Now will you help me to get him inside the train? You can complete your staring session in train."

Daya felt himself carried up with the help of four of them.

"Oh, he's so heavy."

"I think he's a boxer."

"What's this boxer thing?"

"Nothing..."

"Now Remy darling, don't try to act smart and tell us."

'I am dreaming. This can't be true. This just cant.'

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AN: Uff.. done. The story was supposed to be a one shot but when I started writing it turned out a bit long.

Tell me hows this.

Next update isn't due till February. I will try but no promises.

KamiKaze Black.