Disclaimer: Obviously, I understand that all rights belong to the creators of the Harry Potter series, and Joss Whedon and the creators of Angel, respectively.
Set during season five of Angel, as they'll be at Wolfram & Hart. AU in that Cordelia is awake and well, and still no one but her and Angel remember Connor. Also, Cordelia never went evil. She is just normal Cordy – still gets visions and is her bubbly self. Basically, just pretend that the Jasmine thing never happened.
Harry Potter and co. set after Deathly Hallows. Voldemort has been defeated and whatnot.
Note: Chapters should increase in length later on.
Harry looked from Ron to Hermione. Both of their faces were laden with distrust of the situation and reluctance to let him go.
"Goodbye." He hugged them together so that Hermione's bushy hair was squished against his face and Ron's long arms were holding him tightly, not letting him go. "I'll write you. As soon as I land." He promised. Hermione nodded, Ron looked away. Their muggle clothes masked their identities on a superficial level, but Harry knew that it wasn't safe for them to come with him. There would be people that would still recognise them and their power, and without Voldemort as a reason or excuse for them to join him, he is facing this alone.
"But Harry," Hermione began, tears in her eyes. "What if you get hurt? You'll be alone." Her bottom lip was pushed out into a pout and finally Ron was looking him straight in the eye. Harry could see that they weren't letting him do this by himself.
"Fine." He said. They'd been through everything with him, and this would be no different apparently.
"Weren't gonna let you leave without us anyway, mate." Ron said, patting him on the back as he walked past to retrieve Hermione's little beaded bag.
"Everyone have everything?" Hermione asked, placing her hands out in front of her. Ron and Harry nodded, grabbing her hands. "Okay then. Hello, Los Angeles."
Suddenly the dirty walls of the old bathrooms of the Station disappeared. There was the sickening sensation that they were used to by now and they arrived in a brightly lit room, with music coming from behind some wall.
"Where are we?" Harry asked. Hermione looked worried, her brow creased in concentration.
"I don't understand. We should have ended up at the airport. That's the place I envisioned. It's the only part of LA that I've been to. I stopped there once when I was nine on my way to Vancouver with my family. We should have ended up in the bathroom at the second terminal. I don't understand." The frustration of not knowing was evident on her face. She was thinking of every possible solution and coming up blank. "It just doesn't make sense."
"Let's have a look around, wands ready." He led them out of the little room and into what seemed to be a bar. The music they could hear was suddenly louder and they could see its source. Karaoke.
Before they could have a proper look around, they were intercepted by a person in an eccentric suit that nearly caught their eye as much as his green skin and little red horns. They three looked at each other, their wands pulled out in front of them. "Where are we?" Ron demanded.
They heard him talking to someone, his American accent thick and sing-songy. He eyed them each speculatively.
"Welcome to Caritas, baby."
