So ladies and germs, monster and slayers I humbly welcome you all to the next installment of Call Me Mr. Colt. Thoughs its only been two chapters I am pleased at the amount of interest people have in this. A big shout to those who picked up on the subtlty put into the descriptions last chapter. A BIGGER shout out to DZ2 who called it out in their review of last chapter- Harry, who made it clear from the very beginning he prefers the full formal version of his name ie Harrison, was raised in a Hunters School. Of sorts. Given theres not a central school for Hunters and its either clan taught or passed down parent-to-child Harrys involvement with the Winchester brothers will be his primary drawing from experience. Just how much of being field exposed he is, how well trained he is and WHAT hes been trained to do- you'll get a glimpse this chapter :)

LAST TIME ON CALL ME MR. COLT...

Harrison snatched both items and shoved them into thin air, the items disappearing. "If you tampered wirh either object I will pull out my largest caliber gun and separate your head from your body before slamming it on a pike I WILL carry around with me to all who think they can cross. I wouldn't bother trying to re-attach the ear either. Witch bullets brand the flesh of all magic users making magic a non-option for the wounded area." He left for the antechamber pleased the robed kids seemed to be fearful or weary of him while the foreign ones were intrigued. Wait, not all of the robed kids were weary or scared. Odd, sparing a singar look back towards the persons direction he got a wink in return as he passed the antechambers threshold...

"I do not use a wand. How many times do I have to say it? Just because all of you suck with magic YOU need a conduit thats better used for kindling doesn't mean that I do" Harrison said with a harsh glacier stopping glare.

"Ze leetle boy-"

Faster than anyone could blink the Beauxbaton Champion was surrounded by bolts of lightning centimeters from striking her skin. Harrisons hands glowed with crackling magic as his eyebrow twitched violently. "Learn to speak when spoken to you glorified harpy slut" he said with a clipped tone. "I was trained from the time I could walk and talk to handle magic. When I tried to get a wand do you know what happened? It blew up in my hand. So did the next half a dozen til the wand maker said I had too much magic and it was too controlled for a wand to be effective. They recommended I track down someone to procure a more... Traditional foci."

The Bristish Ministry wand expert, a mousy man by the name of Garrick Ollivander, furrowed his brow. A more traditional foci? "Can you elaborate on what you mean by a more traditonal foci? As far as history is concerned-"

"Wands are only popular and so plentiful because there are too few with a natural well of magic to need a foci like a staff within the last three centuries" Harrison said cutting off the man. "I have a staff and finding a person with the knowledge, materials & experience to make it was a pain the Dickless Wonders ass. Only place I could find one was in Ireland with one of the few remaining druidic colonies in the world. Of course thats about the same time I got caught up in the middle of a civil war between the Seelie and Unseelie faeries." He rubbed absently at his arm where a long scar was hidden by his trench coat. "Long story short, I got my staff made but for my services in helping bring the conflict to an end I was made a far more superior foci with contributions from both sides."

Viktor scowled as he crossed his arms across his chest. This Colt kid had stones as hard as any bludger to speak so cockily but to conjure such dangerous magics like boots of bolts of lightning without an incantation or anything spoke to his training being nothing short of extremely rigorous. "Dis foci, what eez it?" he asked. His curiosity was mirrored by the oher Champions, their school representatives and the British Ministry personel.

"Interchangable barrel, fairy silver Desert Eagle. Runes carved into the body and slide allow it to chamber anything from a tiny .22 caliber all the way up to anti-material rounds. For those who have no frame of reference, getting hit by an anti-material round is a lot like getting hit by a massively overpowered blasting curse; you'll be more of a gory paste than a whole corpse." Harrsion grew a shark-like grin seeing all of the Champions minus the Bulgarian go green in the gills as he pulled out said weapon. "Currently chambered for .380 Lapua rifle rounds, one well placed shot and you'll lose a limb no questions asked. It can also fire deadly pure magic projectiles to the same affect. However I suspect your wand expert is more interested in my staff."

Garrick saw the alarm and horror painted on the faces aroumd him as he nodded grimly. Truthfully he felt it too but couldn't let it show. Life had ever rarely sent accordong to plan in his experience. The wand that should have gone, wih some degree of certainty in his mind through process of elimination, to young Mr. Pot- Mr. Colt ended up in the hands Heir Apparent Neville Longbottom. Young Mr. Colt who should've had three years already at Hogwarts had been Merlins know long to be a monster killer if the Ministry stooges rambling about him killing a vampire when he was summoned. Then there was the unknown of what else he knew. "Correct Mr. Colt but you will most certainly know more than I do. My expertise is wands and wand lore, not stsves" he said.

Harrison reached up to his lapel, after putting the gun in his waist holster, and took a non-descript looking pin off. With a flick of his hand it was a full size staff just slightly taller than himself considering the blood colored gem on top. "Made of imported Bloodwood soaked in my own magic with a core of classified contents and a power amplifying red diamond, this is what should be labelled my main foci by British Wizarding law. Try to touch it and I will separate your arm from your body faster than you can blink" he said curling his lip in a dark warning at the yellow and black clad man who introduced himself earlier as Ludo Bagman.

"Bloodwood? I don't believe I've heard of such a wood" Garrick said frowning.

"Its a type of Rosewood native to Thailand. The rich dark red color of the grain is why its called Bloodwood" Harrison said as a flourish of his wrist had blue bell flames floating in place of the lightning bolts keeping the Beauxbaton champion frozen in place. "No one said you could move harpy. However I noticed your frown Mr. Ollivander. You caught the golden word didn't you?"

"You said it should be your main foci. You didn't say it is your main foci" Garrick said leaning forward slightly. He noted the inerest grow among the older wizards and witch.

"That is correct sir. Unless I'm knowingly and purposefully walking into a war zone or a densely populated monster den I use wandless magic and my fairy made foci loadeded with .380 Lapua rifle or .50caliber which only slightly less dangerous than my anti-material rounds. Depending on the monster den I'll pack other supporting gear aimed at that specific moster. Sillver bullets for werewolves, White Oak stakes for vampires, iron daggers for wayward fae and poltergheits- things to make my targets stay dead you understand." Harrison stamped the butt of his staff on the masonry and in a flash it was shrunk back down to lapel pin size and the flames around the french girl were gone. "Last time I used my staff I brought down a tainted holy site on the heads on a bunch of witches who were trying to resurrect a god prophecized to bring about the end of humanity and usher in an era of demons ruling the earth" he said shrugging.

"I think you're forgetting something mate" Cedric said pushing off the wall.

"I have not actually. If you were going to insinuate I lack an adult 'school representative' he should be here" Harrison checked the watch on his wrist "in about a minute. Her Majesty isn't pleased about any of this and plans on taking her pound of flesh from you lot when its done but I was leant a mentor of mine to serve as a representative of The Crowns stead. A rather famous man I'm sure you all know in one regard or another. Especially you two" he pointed to Karkaroff and Dumbledore as a portal opened up behind him.

The man who stepped out of the portal had a dark scowl on his face. Between the five o'clock shadow and shabby detectives clothes covered by a tan trench coat, he looked more like an off the clock cop. "What is it I'm doing again Harrison? I hate being reassigned and leaving those bumbling recruits to be trained by someone else" he said, his accent distinctively British but tinged with something else, as he ran his hand through his blonds hair.

"Allow me to introduce my mentor, colleague and the Captain of Her Majesties Mystic Guard, John Constantine." Harrison would've laughed at the see-through pale fear on Igor and Albus' faces if it was in his nature but it wasn't. "Or as he is more famously known, The Laughing Magician, The Queens Demon and one tough sonofabitch to kill. I should know, I've tried. A lot under his direction as hand to hand combat training. Bastard doesn't even stay dead when stabbed with The Twin Blade or The Moon Blade. But anyway" he ignored the shock from everyone else who recognizes Constantine and turned to face said man "you will be scoring my performance in a gladitorial style blood sport that I was entered into by a now dead man. Rules say I need an adult to represent my 'school' and since I like having my magic I have to compete."

"I am not drunk enough for this" John mutteres rubbing his temples.

"You CAN'T get drunk John. Part of your curse remember? Cheer up, you get to see shit die at my hand. It'll be a blast!" Harrison said with a malicious ear to ear grin. "You'll laugh, you'll cry and I'll even pose for candid before & after shots with my victims for you to share with that Nightmare Nurse ex of yours. Is she single again? I know she was last in a three way between a Driad and a-"

Johns eyebrow twitched violently as a closed hand smashed Harrision face first into the masonry leaving a crater from the force. While he dragged the teen away, the boy complaining about 'not being as hard as you normally hit', he ignored the wide eyed interest his appearance garnered. 'This better be ruddy entertaining' he thought crossly.

On the morning of November twenty-fourth the four Champions and their school reps were assembled in the tent outside tunnel to the arena floor where the task would take place. Harrison was dressed in a copy of his outfit from the first night sans his trench coat, the only alteration to his look was the runes and sigils painted on every inch of exposesd skin from his fingertips to crease of his elbow. "So Johnny boy, was I right?" he asked popping his back spine into proper alignment.

Before Constantine could say a word Ludo Bagman cleared his throat gaining the attention of all in the tent. "Welcome all to the First Task of the Tri-Wizard.."

"Tri-Wizard and a single harpy" Harrison corrected without apology and completely unfazed by the glare he recieved.

"Uh yes... Anyways, as is tradition of the tournament the First Task is a show of courage. In the bag of my colleague Mr. Crouch- stop that and let me finish the explanation!"

Harrson didn't listen and yanked out a scale model of a pissed off dragon. It snarled and snapped at him from within his hand bu all that did was make him snicker. "So we have to kill dragons? This should be fun. I needed new combat robes and dragon hide in the shops is stupid expensive" he said with a fanged smirk, his emerald eyes darkening to near obsidian dark hues. But then his smirk fell when he saw the sign on the plaque base numbered four. "Shit, I go last it seems I'm the last to go. What right nasty type is this? Lot of spikes on this one."

"If my reading is right Harrison, that would make it a Hungarian Horntail. One of the most dangerous breeds in the world second only to the Japanese Void Dragon" Constantine said peering intently at the model for a moment before it was crushed to smithereens by the teens grip.

Oh well never mind then. If its the second most deadly breed of dragon in the world I'm glad to last after all-"

"Stop gloating Harrison. Vanity is far from becoming of someone in your position or possessing your powers."

Harrison turned around on his heels so sharply he felt his joint creak in protest. "No one invited you wench" he said darkly, his top curled back in a sneer that could freeze the blood in a persons veins. The other Champions making their selections was ignored as a hate filled glared was directed at the entity before him. "Now leave before I make good on the threat I made last time we met."

The woman only smirked as she stepped out of thin air. "Au contraire" she said with amusement in her voice. She pulled out a rolled up scroll and tossed it to him. "Read it. Your boss felt that your mentor Mr. Constantine may let you get away with too much to entertain yourself so your queen asked me to keep an eye on you even with... Our strained acquaintance."

Harrison ripped the binding ribbon off and read the decree three times. Signature, seal and a note addressed to him in a way only The Crown had used to communicate with House Colt. "Get in my way and its a Damnation round to your heart, consequences be damned!" he snarled almost ferally.

*END CHAPTER*

A/N: wow, talk about a heapig dose of chaos dumped into the mix. Just who is this mysterious wman that Harrison has such hostility against? Why is he so hostile towards her? Oh anf before I get the inevitable flood, John Constantine is the ONLY non Supernatural croaaover character who will be used. Every champion needs adult representation in TWT and I thought with Harrisons propensity for violence and chaos, see back to the vampire and his admission to murdering a cult of witches, the Hellblazer/Laughing Magician John Constantine himself had about he same shit luck as our magical anti-hero(so far).

There is a poll up so check it out, its related to this story and the inevitable pairing. Sorry not sorry for those who might want Harrison to play ball in the same sandbox but he won't be gay or bi.