Lock, Stock and a Trunk of Grace
Darksider82
HP/Supernatural x-over
Harry/Jo Harvelle
I own nothing save this plot
II
"The Winchesters?" Asked Harry confused as he picked up his godson and sat in the boy's chair.
"And their rifles, holy objects, and their stupidity." Replied Bobby taking a swig of beer, getting a groan from the teenage housekeeper, who in turn drunk deeply from the bottle.
"How bad are they?" Harry asked after twenty seconds, the engine was getting louder by the second.
"Dean the elder but smaller one more of a shoot first and think later…Sam, well you'll know who he is, don't like demons. They think the only way to deal with a situation is going straight forward and try not to get killed."
Harry groaned "Wonderful…now I know why Death sent me here…Let me guess they are also stoke on revenge because of something that happened to their father and mother."
Bobby nodded "How did you know about their mother and father? What do you mean Death?"
"…Something similar happened to me, forced into a war I didn't want to be in…As for Death, that is a long story not for this time or place… I would have joined this fight at some point, but things have forced my hand…"
Bobby nodded "Pie's done I think." Harry nodded and headed into the kitchen with Teddy on his shoulder.
Harry was tinkering in the kitchen, when Bobby opened the door. There was murmured exchange which Bobby finished with "…this one is…This one's whiskey."
"Thanks Bobby…We weren't sure if we should come." A voice said, Harry remained where he was then he heard the footsteps and two people entered the house.
"Bull…Your daddy's in trouble and he needs your help." Harry snorted, Bobby wasn't one to be this comforting or comforting as Bobby could be.
"Didn't you threaten to fill him up with buckshot last time? Cocked the shotgun an all?"
"John has that effect on people."
Harry had to fight back a snort, he got the pie out…Bobby was right it looked perfect.
"This book…never seen anything like it, this even legit." Another said.
"Totally legit Sam…Lesser Key of Solomon, a demon steps in it and they become powerless…Stops all demons."
Harry decided to make his appearance "Not exactly Bobby." Dean spun around his hand going for his gun as did Sam.
"Who are you?" Snarled Dean, Harry smirked at the man.
"I see what you mean Uncle…He ain't the sharpest tack in the box…Dean what do you feed your brother?" Harry asked making a very quick play with Bobby who nodded.
"Sam, Dean…put your guns away and take your hands off my nephew…He's technically my second cousin twice removed…but spare the technicalities, he turns up at my house in a beaten up mustang, trunk full of rifles, books, artefacts and godson…plus he's a good cook."
Sam let go "Sorry about that." Harry nodded before lashing out, snapped the gun from Sam's hand and flipped the taller man to the floor.
"Accepted…Dean put the gun down. I don't trust you besides my godson's head is right where you have your gun."
Dean lowered the gun "He's like us isn't he?"
Harry's eyes turned to slits "Get out…" He growled menacingly his hands sparking.
"Bobby…your cousin is witch! And you haven't ganked him!"
"It's wizard you moron…and no he hasn't 'ganked' me because I'm not a soulless bloody husk who made a deal you diminutive moron who thinks more with his balls than his brain."
"What's the difference? Witch? Wizard?"
Bobby stared "You two are idjits…believe me I would have killed him myself if I thoughts for a moment that he would cause any harm…He's not like the witches who make hex bags he's much more powerful. Heck he's sworn an oath not to harm me."
"Well isn't this sweet…Hello Harry, long time no see." Harry turned around to see a blonde haired demon holding his Godson.
"Meg wasn't it? Didn't you get the message the last time we met? What happened? Oh yes I buried you in an invisible Lesser Key of Solomon before I flooded it with holy rock salt...Now let my Godson go and maybe I won't skin the flesh off you this time."
Meg smirked "I don't think..." BANG everyone turned to see Bobby holding a rifle and a needle sticking in Meg's neck.
"Ketamine…Yeah surprised me too when Harry informed me that larger than human tranquilisers work on the Supernatural…Magical's pay handsomely for Wendigo ash…See you bloody idjits it pays to have sorcerer around." Exclaimed Bobby as Harry picked up the distraught Teddy and held him close.
"The kid's hair changed from black to white! What the bloody hell." Exclaimed Dean just clocking on, to Teddy's hair colour making Sam snort.
"He's a metamorphagus…It means he can change his hair/eyes/nose/skin colour and tone on a whim. He can't become another person perfectly that requires a potion and even that's temporary…" Explained Harry cocking the trigger back on his shotgun "…Can you please stop trying to kill me? You're going to need my help in the coming years."
"What do you mean?" Asked Sam suspiciously, Harry grinned as he looked Sam in the eyes seeing his pupils dilate and glaze over a tell-tale of psychics given demonic blood and has resulted in foresight.
"You may want to sit down prophet boy…You're about to have a vision in three, two, one." With that Sam collapsed on the floor.
"Relax…I know my stuff. Now let's find out what little miss blonde here knows about what you need to find out."
Sam came around a few minutes later, thankfully Dean and Bobby were still interrogating Meg. Harry cleared his throat as he placed a slice of pie on the table with a knife and fork with a jug of gravy. "What happened?"
"You had a vision gigantor…now sit down and eat your pie."
"Poisoned isn't it?"
"If I wanted to poison you I'd have done so…I've only given you a calming draught in the gravy…Still don't believe me? I, Hadrian James Potter do swear on my life, honour and magic that I have only added a calming draught into my gravy to relax Sam Winchester so mote it be." The light bloomed around him and Sam then saw Harry draw his wand and casually form a beam of light from it.
"Five kinds of magic users Borrowers; Naturals; Students; Elementals; Specialists…Stick around long enough and you'll be able to recognise them on sight." Sam shook his head and dug into the pie, he took one bite and began to pant.
"HOT!" Harry snorted and pulled out another beer.
"I know you idiot. I just cooked it."
Sam poured the gravy onto the pie and groaned "This is amazing…I've been here a couple of times when I was a kid but I don't remember their being three fridges and two freezers."
"Me…that's what happened, I saved Bobby's life from a particularly nasty Lamia a few months back…I came over here when I was seventeen…I learnt on my own about the supernatural, got a reputation with the humanoid ones. I just turned twenty when I helped destroy the Lamia and I've been here ever since…before you ask I'm a legit mechanic and engineer. I work as Bobby's employee, assistant, apprentice and cook/cleaner. I work for a roof over my head predominately for my godson. The work's good, I earn a bit of money which I use to pay for the extra fridges and freezers."
Bobby and Dean had finished up with Meg, when something caught Dean's nose "Is that pie?" Bobby's stomach grumbled.
"It definitely is…I think it's Harry's steak, ale, kidney and mushroom pie with a beef and onion gravy…That kid's cooking is one of the many reasons I keep him around." With that Bobby sped up and entered with kitchen to find Harry carving up the pie and placing it on hot plates with steamed vegetables.
"Bobby, Dean the other gravy is on the side behind me…that gravy has a very heavy relaxant in it for Sam."
"I'm fine Dean…I've been looking for any sort of contract or anything that Harry may exploit to harm us but all I found were these two sheets of parchment."
On the sheets of parchment was a dialogue
"I, Hadrian James Potter on the blood freely given and bound to by Robert Singer do swear on my freely given life to divulge the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so mote it be."
"I, Robert 'Bobby' Singer on the blood freely given and bound to by Hadrian James Potter; do swear on my freely given life to not react rashly or judgmentally based on Hadrian James Potter's answers so mote it be."
"So it has been spoken, so it has been said and let magic be our witness."
And
"I, Hadrian James Potter so solemnly swear to only ever draw my focus and use magic when in self-defence whilst on the property of Robert 'Bobby' Singer or when he gives permission."
"I accept your oath. Now do the damn charm you idjit…I need to tell you something."
"Surprised? Yeah, Harry knows how to tread on the side of caution when it comes to Hunters." Bobby said after swallowing a mouthful of pie.
"What's the plan Dean? Harry can I get more pie?" Asked Sam, visions took a lot out of him, more pie appeared on his plate. Harry stood up and cleared away his and Teddy's plates, despite not being able to converse fluently Teddy was pretty good at pointing out places of interests and in this case he was pointing out a place in central Nebraska out in the middle of nowhere.
"What's there Teddy?" Harry asked looking at the toddler being dwarfed by the atlas.
The half lycan shrugged "Road trip!" He called out, Harry snorted and shook his head.
"Fine let's go…I need to prepare the shields, sigils and wards…Bobby you know my number in case someone needs me. Standard rules I'll check in every 24-48 hours through either your various numbers or personal." Soon enough the Mustang was heading down the path, turning left and vanished into the early evening light.
Dean and Sam left shortly afterwards leaving Bobby to clean up the three plates, Harry and Teddy cleaned up their messes. "Take me home where restless go, reckless until the day I rest my bones. There's no use trying to save my soul. These angels burn with an eternal sympathy, don't say a word until you've heard their symphony." Sang Harry to a dozing Teddy with a loud rap/metal song playing over the radio, he didn't know who sang the song and didn't care…it was amazing and fitting in a way.
They had just entered Nebraska about forty five minutes ago taking the backroads, the backroads were absolutely treacherous but a brilliant back road driver to make it to Nebraska within three hours fifty.
Soon enough Harry saw it glowing the distance…it was a pub. A travelling pub for those who live on the back roads primarily hunters, Harry smirked his trust in Teddy was paramount. The boy seemed to be find things of critical importance such as five churches in Wyoming connected only by train lines, Harvelle roadhouse and Singer's Salvage Yard and a family in Wisconsin. Harry realised that the Salvage Yard was a Hunter base, the Roadhouse was another but Wyoming and Wisconsin were mysteries. Harry quickly rectified that with the use of several kilograms of nuts, water and honey he had conscripted several 'free elves' also known as 'House elves' to keep an eye on the churches in Wyoming and the family in Wisconsin.
Harry pulled up next to a red Chevrolet and got out, duffel bag and Teddy before heading into the bar. Thankfully silver provided only a mild rash for his godson when his godson was tested for silver Harry snapped.
"WEREWOLF PUP!" Screamed the Hunter going for his knife, Harry snarled in anger he placed Teddy on the bar, grabbed the man's knife hand and viciously and pushed backwards until a sickening crunch and pop was heard.
"Everyone listen up, check it out on your phones look up argentitas or silver rash. Not many people know to test for it by doctors…now in the duffle bag you'll find several pieces of paper."
Jo who was working in the kitchen just happened to come out to notice a man get flipped and slammed into the floor. She had a liscence for a shotgun and snatched hers from behind the counter "Everyone calm the fuck down or get out."
