A/N: What can I say? I feel like writing, yet don't feel like working on my other series.
When Wizards Meet.
by Shadow Crystal Mage
Chapter 2: In Which The Other Wizard Named Harry Is Alluded To.
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files belongs to Jim butcher. Sci Fi (now Scyfy) are geniuses to have managed to ruin it. Negima belongs to Ken Akamatsu. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Raistling Majere is the creation of Tracy Hickman and Margaret Weis. They're not in this story, but I felt like mentioning them. Everyone loves wizards!
Harry, Negi and a small force of Wardens waited as the Senior Council… discussed. It wasn't everyday something like this happened, a ten– "Almost eleven," Negi corrected– year-old boy who claimed to be a mage– and could throw around a ton of destructive magic to prove it– coming out of the blue and destroying a pack of ghouls for you before you knew they were there to need to be destroyed. They weren't charging him with breaking the Laws, but there had been much lecturing and holier-than-thou-ness. It had been interesting, all seven council members, Morgan, Luccio, and a few of the older Wardens all taking turns trying to put the fear of… well, them, into the boy and him simply nodding and agreeing with every word they said. Crusty old Ancient Mai had soulgazed the boy and come out blinking in astonishment. The boy had started to tear up and tried to give her a hug, saying, "Everything's going to be all right." Everyone was treated to the astonishing sight of seeing the old wizardress blush for the first time in probably a hundred years. Two hundred!
The story he'd told was well on the far side of believability, even by wizard standards, but Ancient Mai had confirmed his truthfulness.
So now they were deliberating on what to do with him. He hadn't broken any laws after all, and he was technically a human wizard, and therefore technically under the White Council's jurisdiction…
"So, you're really te– uh, eleven?" Harry said, making conversation as the waited. "You don't just look young or something?"
Negi nodded. "I just graduated from school last year. Top of my class, even though there were only five of us."
Various eyebrows when up as the Wardens who were 'too professional' to talk to the 'prisoner' but were listening in on the conversation made their interest known.
"Let me guess," Harry said. "Hogwarts?"
Negi winced. "Please don't say that. I hear enough Quidditch jokes as it is. "
Harry raised an eyebrow again. "Quidditch jokes? Don't tell me you actually fly around on a broomstick."
"No, of course not!" Negi said indignantly.
"Sorry, I–"
"I fly around on my staff," Negi said. "More aerodynamic, plus I don't leave bristles lying everywhere."
Harry blinked, than looked at the plain wooden staff that stood next to Negi– it looked like ash wood– then at his own intricately carved oak staff. "You, uh, think you could teach me?"
- To be continued...
A/N: Harry has canonically tried to make a flying broom.
Please review, C&C welcome.
Until next time, this is Shadow, signing off.
