1 Summery: this is story about what would happen if Harry Potter and Johnny
the homicidal maniac met and stuff happens. Weird stuff. I don't own any
JtHM issues what so ever (but I wish I did) so there might be a bit of
OOCness in his part, but since I know the HP books cover to cover, the only
OOCness is to compensate for Nny.
Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny; he belongs to the wonderful Jhonen Vasquez. I do not own Harry Potter. He belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Author's note: this is my first fan fic, so don't kill me if it isn't that good. I tried my hardest. And if you don't like these to chapters being associated with each other, deal with it! It's freakn' crossover for crying out loud! I will do my best to up date soon; I do have a bit of a life. And, after you read this you go " there will be more of this crap?!" I will go yes, please read it. R&R please!
P.S. not much changed in the revision, but don't ask me what the hell those numbers are doing there at the beginning of each paragraph. There just weird. Well, since I cant get rid of them, live with them! ; b!!!
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2 Harry Potter was in a wizard's duel with yet another of the Lord Voldemort's Death Eaters. He didn't know quite whom at the moment: this one refused to remove his hood. They had been fighting for some time now, and both were thoroughly beat up with the marks of curses everywhere.
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4 Harry sensed that it would end soon. And there it came: " you know, Harry, you know what I want. Just give it to me and you don't have to die. You could hand it over nicely, and we will give you a second chance. Come, Harry, come join the ranks of the Dark L-" Harry had herd this a million times before. He knew just as soon as he gave in they would hand him over to voldimort and quickly as possible, where he would torture Harry until he died or got tired of playing with him.
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6 While the idiot was making his speech, Harry was readying a spell. When it was ready he shouted "Impedimenta!" cutting the Death Eater off. What happened, though, was not what harry had expected. Instead of shutting the wizard up for a few minutes, a muggle (for those of you not familiar with HP, it means non- magic person) pops in between him and his opponent. The guy takes the full force of the spell, and falls down, because he was in mid leap when he crossed between them. "Who was that wacko?!" shouted Harry, but before he could find out, heard the Death Eater shout "Stupefy!" And he kinda had to dodge the stunning spell.
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8 Harry was getting tired of this, so he shouted "Expelliarmus!" and the Death Eaters ward went flying from his hand into Harry's. At this point, the Death Eater bolted. Harry perused him for a few blocks, but decided to stop after he was out of breath.
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10 He had the wizard's wand, anyway, so there wasn't much he could do. Plus, he would come after it with in a few days, so Harry could capture him at his leisure. While he worked his way back to the battlefield, he thought about how he had to go back and help clean up the mess he made. Buildings to repair, muggles minds to erase, that kind of thing. The Ministry of Magic would be there by now, but they could use all the help they could get. Why had that idiot chosen such a busy place to attack him? It would take them forever to track all those muggles down.
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12 And there was that one that got in the way. He had to find that one and make sure he was OK. Though the spell was only to slow your attacker down for a few minutes, there was the possibility that he was still stuck or only stating to move again. Why had he got in the way? Most muggles fled the scene after the first few spells were cast and things started blowing up. Harry was so caught up in his thoughts about muggles that when he felt a blunt object connect with the back of his scull, he hardly noticed. He was still thinking about muggels when he crumpled and went under.
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Johnny was just bolting from the café he had just terrorized and blew up. He was feeling so much better, and was laughing his head off listening to Beethoven. He was skipping along, he was joyfully, not really noticing the people running and screaming in the opposite direction.
Then he noticed out of the corner of his eye a brightly colored light and, bam! He felt like he had just knocked in to a brick wall. He fell to the ground, totally dazed, when he heard a scrawny boy with jet black hair shout " who was that (shudder) wacko?!" this made Nny come back sharply.
Nothing made Nny's blood boil more than the "W" word. He wanted to jump up a gut that kid and that cloaked guy with him, just for the hell of it, when he realized that he couldn't move! What had they done to him?! The guy in the cloak shot some weird light out of that stick he was holding, and the boy dogged. Nny realized he had gotten in the middle of a fight or something, but that didn't matter. They still had called him a wacko, and they were going to pay.
Then the boy shot a red light out of his stick, which caused his opponent's wand to go flying from his hand into the boy's. Then the man, clearly disarmed, bolted from the scene, with the black haired kid hot on his heels. Nny realized that they had left him stranded here, unable to move. Man, these guys' lists kept adding up against them! It was like they were begging to be killed! Johnny lay there for another minute or two, until he realized he could move again. Then he noticed men popping out of the air, so he got out of the way and after that boy.
By the time he caught sight of him making his way back to the scene of the crime, Nny was fully functional. He easily rounded around him, to attack from the back. He silently snuck up behind his prey, drawing his knife, then with the conk of an object hitting the scull, knocked him out with the handle of his blade. He wanted this one alive to play with.
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Sooo, whadya think? I love it, but I want to know what you think of my first story so far. Will have at lest one more chapter, that will hopefully be up soon. R&R!!! =^.^=
Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny; he belongs to the wonderful Jhonen Vasquez. I do not own Harry Potter. He belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Author's note: this is my first fan fic, so don't kill me if it isn't that good. I tried my hardest. And if you don't like these to chapters being associated with each other, deal with it! It's freakn' crossover for crying out loud! I will do my best to up date soon; I do have a bit of a life. And, after you read this you go " there will be more of this crap?!" I will go yes, please read it. R&R please!
P.S. not much changed in the revision, but don't ask me what the hell those numbers are doing there at the beginning of each paragraph. There just weird. Well, since I cant get rid of them, live with them! ; b!!!
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2 Harry Potter was in a wizard's duel with yet another of the Lord Voldemort's Death Eaters. He didn't know quite whom at the moment: this one refused to remove his hood. They had been fighting for some time now, and both were thoroughly beat up with the marks of curses everywhere.
3
4 Harry sensed that it would end soon. And there it came: " you know, Harry, you know what I want. Just give it to me and you don't have to die. You could hand it over nicely, and we will give you a second chance. Come, Harry, come join the ranks of the Dark L-" Harry had herd this a million times before. He knew just as soon as he gave in they would hand him over to voldimort and quickly as possible, where he would torture Harry until he died or got tired of playing with him.
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6 While the idiot was making his speech, Harry was readying a spell. When it was ready he shouted "Impedimenta!" cutting the Death Eater off. What happened, though, was not what harry had expected. Instead of shutting the wizard up for a few minutes, a muggle (for those of you not familiar with HP, it means non- magic person) pops in between him and his opponent. The guy takes the full force of the spell, and falls down, because he was in mid leap when he crossed between them. "Who was that wacko?!" shouted Harry, but before he could find out, heard the Death Eater shout "Stupefy!" And he kinda had to dodge the stunning spell.
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8 Harry was getting tired of this, so he shouted "Expelliarmus!" and the Death Eaters ward went flying from his hand into Harry's. At this point, the Death Eater bolted. Harry perused him for a few blocks, but decided to stop after he was out of breath.
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10 He had the wizard's wand, anyway, so there wasn't much he could do. Plus, he would come after it with in a few days, so Harry could capture him at his leisure. While he worked his way back to the battlefield, he thought about how he had to go back and help clean up the mess he made. Buildings to repair, muggles minds to erase, that kind of thing. The Ministry of Magic would be there by now, but they could use all the help they could get. Why had that idiot chosen such a busy place to attack him? It would take them forever to track all those muggles down.
11
12 And there was that one that got in the way. He had to find that one and make sure he was OK. Though the spell was only to slow your attacker down for a few minutes, there was the possibility that he was still stuck or only stating to move again. Why had he got in the way? Most muggles fled the scene after the first few spells were cast and things started blowing up. Harry was so caught up in his thoughts about muggles that when he felt a blunt object connect with the back of his scull, he hardly noticed. He was still thinking about muggels when he crumpled and went under.
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Johnny was just bolting from the café he had just terrorized and blew up. He was feeling so much better, and was laughing his head off listening to Beethoven. He was skipping along, he was joyfully, not really noticing the people running and screaming in the opposite direction.
Then he noticed out of the corner of his eye a brightly colored light and, bam! He felt like he had just knocked in to a brick wall. He fell to the ground, totally dazed, when he heard a scrawny boy with jet black hair shout " who was that (shudder) wacko?!" this made Nny come back sharply.
Nothing made Nny's blood boil more than the "W" word. He wanted to jump up a gut that kid and that cloaked guy with him, just for the hell of it, when he realized that he couldn't move! What had they done to him?! The guy in the cloak shot some weird light out of that stick he was holding, and the boy dogged. Nny realized he had gotten in the middle of a fight or something, but that didn't matter. They still had called him a wacko, and they were going to pay.
Then the boy shot a red light out of his stick, which caused his opponent's wand to go flying from his hand into the boy's. Then the man, clearly disarmed, bolted from the scene, with the black haired kid hot on his heels. Nny realized that they had left him stranded here, unable to move. Man, these guys' lists kept adding up against them! It was like they were begging to be killed! Johnny lay there for another minute or two, until he realized he could move again. Then he noticed men popping out of the air, so he got out of the way and after that boy.
By the time he caught sight of him making his way back to the scene of the crime, Nny was fully functional. He easily rounded around him, to attack from the back. He silently snuck up behind his prey, drawing his knife, then with the conk of an object hitting the scull, knocked him out with the handle of his blade. He wanted this one alive to play with.
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Sooo, whadya think? I love it, but I want to know what you think of my first story so far. Will have at lest one more chapter, that will hopefully be up soon. R&R!!! =^.^=