Disclaimer: I don't own Daredevil or Harry Potter.
Story: Wesley has an odd obsession with Oreos, which leads to meeting Harry. A series of vignettes and drabbles styling their unusual relationship.
Set pre-series for Daredevil initially, and after fifth year for HP.
Spoilers: Probably a lot without me even noticing.
Warnings: Age difference, probably some mentions of crimes and violence (or more than mentions), probably sexual situations later on.

An Oreo Crust Crumbling
Chapter Fourteen: Stoker

Harry hopped on one foot as she kept the slice of toast in her mouth and attempted to get her shoe on. Finally shoving her trainer on, she tied it really quickly and then repeated the process with her other foot, managing to find something to lean on to help her out. When she looked outside the window, the man waiting for her looked bored. Sighing to herself, she finished up her toast and then headed outside.

"Ready, Miss Potter?"

She scrunched up her nose, but nodded towards the Hit Wizard. After the debacle of the Ministry Invasion, where Voldemort revealed himself and led to Fudge being dismissed and Minister Scrimgeour coming into office, the first thing he'd had ordered was attaching a "bodyguard" to her. Thankfully, since the move to America and the deal between Dumbledore and Scrimgeour that she be better off kept quiet and under a Fidelius Charm, she hadn't really needed to have Arnold Peasegood around. Or so she thought.

She would be missing Hogwarts this year, but her education would still be taken to task by Peasegood. Dumbledore, also, had hinted at some kind of lesson he'd wanted her to learn, so he'd be periodically coming too, through the school year. Given that only Dumbledore was the Secret Keeper, with Peasegood having become a secondary, no one else knew of her location and so she'd have to learn on her own and keep her head down.

"We'll be going to Vertical Alley, the American version of Diagon," Peasegood told her. "You'll be needing a secondary wand and two holsters. If you need anything else, we'll buy them there."

She nodded and came closer, and he grabbed her arm before Apparating from there. They landed nearby a small building, and Peasegood was quick to usher her to it and then inside. Her eyes widened though, as the inside was completely larger than the outside had suggested and the fact the place was like a mall, rather than an "alley."

"I thought you said we were going to Vertical Alley," she croaked out.

Peasegood snorted, rolling his eyes. "You've been here a month. You should know Americans like to grandstand things. The name is just a name anyhow, probably a nod to Diagon Alley as it's obviously not an alley."

She nodded numbly and Peasegood headed over to an electronic board that held a map of the mall on it.

"Wands are here, so we'll head over and get you one quickly," he told her. "You should know you have permission to use magic here, and that it won't be traced or even noticed in the first place. Just remember the usual rules."

"Right," she muttered. "What about money? Is there a Gringotts here?"

"No, there is only one Gringotts in the world," he informed her. "I have obtained in your name what Gringotts have called their version of a 'Centurion Card,' so that you may buy things in both Muggle and Wizarding worlds without hassle, and having to periodically return to Gringotts and acquire currency. However, they sent me parchment which will periodically inform you of your banking statements, since you hadn't been able to receive and look them over before. I'll hand it to you before I leave."

She hadn't noticed they'd been walking while talking, and that they had already reached the wand store in the mall. From there, she entered hesitantly, still remembering her experience in Ollivander's. Which she was right to, seeing as soon as she'd started out trying wands, she either got no reaction or very violent ones. There didn't seem to be an in between. Fortunately, after going through many boxes of wands, she finally found the right fit with black and green sparks coming out of a blackthorn, Hungarian Horntail heartstring wand, whose design reminded her a bit of Hermione's, though much darker and a little thornier in design.

"Now that that's over with," Peasegood eyed her and her wand, "We'll take a quick look around the shops, and if you think of something you need immediately, speak up."

She agreed and then they looked around, Harry still amazed at the size of the place and the variety of things being sold. She did see something that interested her, and she had to direct Peasegood's attention to it.

"I would like to get a phone," she said quietly, hoping she could use it and be able to contact and talk to Wesley more easily. She enjoyed the fact that America had so many electronics around that had been fiddled to work with magic, and it reminded her of Mr. Weasley and his penchant for experimenting with Muggle things. He would have enjoyed all this.

Trying not to get all nostalgic, she focused in on Peasegood, who looked hesitant and confused. However, he slowly nodded and acquiesced to her request. They quickly bought her magical cell phone, and Harry wished she could show it off to Wesley, though she knew she had to keep it in Muggle mode around him. It was slightly disappointing, but she understood.

Finishing up there, Peasegood then took her back to her home. He handed her her purchases and then her new Gringotts Card, along with a roll of parchment.

"Every Saturday, starting next one, we will be continuing your education, even though the school year has not started," she almost pouted at that, considering her Muggle school had already started their school year earlier than most of the other Muggle schools, and now she had to tack on Wizarding education on top of that. "Again, you have permission to use magic, especially when you are in danger. You have your Emergency Potion set with you, and you remember to carry it around?"

She grabbed the little pouch attached to a cord around her left wrist and held it up.

"Good," Peasegood nodded, pleased. "Carry it around. Make more potions if you need, and since you now have means to create them and know where to replenish your ingredients…"

"I don't know where that place was though," she said, remembering. "You Apparated us there."

He grimaced and found something to write on, putting down the address. "I'll have to teach you Apparition first," he muttered to himself.

Considering she was supposed to be too young to learn it and get a license, she admitted to getting excited for that course and that she might be able to learn it earlier than she was supposed to.

"I also must inform you that upon turning 16, you must now –having inherited your titles –be referred to as Lady Potter-Black. However, given how we don't want you to be found accidentally, we believe that using an older, rather forgotten name of a family the Potters were descended from would work better, so please use Lady Peverell from now on."

Harry almost made a face, but forced herself to nod.

He hesitated before continuing. "You won't officially attain the titles until Sirius Black's will is read and you are named his heir to all and therefore successor to his line and the family. His Will Reading will be next week, and after lessons I shall bring you there."

At that she winced and didn't bother with an answer.

Peasegood brought his hands to her shoulders and held them there. He hesitated again before speaking.

"I must go now, but…happy birthday, Harry."

He squeezed her shoulders, before he took a step back and then Apparated on the spot. Harry adjusted her things and then carried the bags into the house, heading straight to her room. After dropping her bags to the floor, she decided she should change clothes. Maybe something nicer and all, since Wesley apparently had made up plans for her birthday that she was still unsure of.

Looking at the sundresses in her closet that she had yet to wear, she blushed lightly and looked through them, choosing a tea green halter sundress and then finding her old emerald flats that she'd used back in the Yule Ball.

For the first time, she was actually happy and excited about her birthday, and looked forward to celebrating it.

Annoyed. Annoyed, annoyed, annoyed. That was all that was going through Wesley's mind as he half-listened to McClintock talk about the almost mishap with his former secretary, who he ended up firing for the password change. "It was a 'company policy' for those to be kept the same, and to inform superiors if they needed and had to be changed."

"Was that wise?" Wesley asked sharply, his eyeglasses glinting in the dim light of the closed nightclub they were meeting in. "It might make her suspicious or upset enough to retaliate."

Beside him, Leland Owlsley sat up and leaned forward, examining McClintock closely. McClintock looked taken aback.

"No, sir. I'm quite sure that it was a good opportunity to get rid of her. It's an actual policy, so her termination was legal and fair. I thought it best, considering Page has a history of being very self-righteous and probably not the type to be bought off or threatened into silence if something like this were to happen again, and she successfully found out," McClintock explained confidently.

Wesley's lips pressed into a thin line. "I see. While the circumstances were fortunately in our favor, I would prefer for this to not happen again. My employer was most displeased with this incident, and I'm sure that if it were to happen again, he would be more than…displeased."

McClintock swallowed nervously, nodding slowly. "I…understand."

"Good. Now that we're clear on things, you can hand Owlsley the pension file, and he will deal with the rest," Wesley sat back, still feeling annoyed and wanting to glance at his watch. He didn't want to be late meeting Harry, especially given this was her birthday.

They finished up and McClintock left first. He started walking out of the building, though Owlsley hurried to catch up. Wesley's annoyance just further increased.

"Is there something else I can do for you, Owlsley?" he barely kept the annoyance out of his voice, and did his best to not look it either.

"The others wanted to meet tonight," Owlsley spoke quickly. "They were asking to meet with –"

"We don't say his name," Wesley interrupted with a warning glance. "And as for meeting tonight…"

Wesley knew that Wilson wouldn't want to meet yet, and so would have left it up to Wesley. But he couldn't that night…he'd already made plans with Harry and he wasn't just about to abandon her and change plans on her just like that.

"Tonight isn't the perfect time. If we must meet, tomorrow night will have to do."

A part of him felt guilty, because he'd never actually shrugged off his duties to Wilson before. But he thought it's just one night. What was the harm in putting it off for another night?

It was Harry's birthday after all, and everything in his being recoiled from just the thought of ruining it for her and disappointing her.

Disgruntled, Owlsley agreed and added on that he'd inform the others, and then left Wesley behind. Wesley quickly entered into his car and let his driver bring him back to the apartment complex where he went to his own car and started to panic as he glanced at the time. It was getting too close to the time he told Harry he'd pick her up at, and he still had a few errands to run first before he could. He drove out of there rapidly and headed to his first destination, getting what he needed from there and then heading to one more place. Then he raced to Harry's house, probably running more than a few red lights.

Reaching her house in record time, he got out of the car just as she walked out, grinning ear to ear at each other. He couldn't help it, while she seemed giddy and excited about all this. That, though, pleased him and made him definitely not regret shirking his duties and that he'd managed to plan all this.

"Right on time," her emerald eyes shined brightly. "So where are we going?"

However, his eyes finally left her grinning face and took her all in, his breath catching in his throat as he realized she was wearing one of the sundresses finally. It fit her and she looked so beautiful, the hemline drifting just over her knees, and the halter top of the dress curving and clinging to her bosom flatteringly. He could feel his eyes widening and his jaw loosening embarrassingly, and he was trying his best to breathe again.

"You look wonderful," he breathed out.

Her face was bright red and she was looking away from him, though he couldn't help noticing that she kept glancing at him, particularly down…wards…

Looking down, Wesley was mortified to find that his reaction to her was completely and utterly obvious. There was no hiding it or else make it even more obvious and humiliating, so he pretended he hadn't sexually reacted to her. Of course not. Because he was better than that.

'She's only a year away from being legal in this state…Who cares about a year? You could just –'

He shut that voice down and made himself stop thinking, because his thoughts were continually plaguing him with ideas that were too tempting.

Crossing her arms across her chest and still not looking at him directly, Harry coughed and shrugged slightly. She glanced at him shyly.

"Um, happy to see me, huh?" she chuckled nervously.

He twitched and forced out a smile. "Maybe too much," he said dryly, but that somehow managed to break the ice and they were laughing quietly together and giving each other wry looks.

She strode closer and he helped her into the car, before getting in himself. He was about to drive off when his phone rang and he scowled.

"Sorry, I have to take this," he told Harry reluctantly.

But she just gave an understanding nod and he answered his phone irritably.

"What?" he snapped into it.

"…Wesley?" Wilson's hesitant voice called out and he winced. He should have glanced at the Caller ID.

He cleared his throat in embarrassment. "Sorry, sir. I'm a bit busy and thought you were one of the others. Is there something you needed?"

"I was going to ask about the meeting with McClintock and how negotiations with Prohaszka are."

Wesley felt himself twitch again, and he looked at Harry for a second. She was looking at him curiously, if a bit wary.

"The meeting went well enough, though he informed me that he also took the opportunity to fire his secretary. A future incident with her could lead to worrying consequences, so it was nipped in the bud. Prohaszka is being…difficult." Honestly, though he maintained his professionalism, Wesley (for once) wanted to hurry this conversation up and end it, even though it was Wilson.

"You sound…hurried."

He flinched. "I apologize, sir. Like I said…I'm in the middle of something."

"…" the silence was obviously expectant, so Wesley sighed.

"It's Harry's birthday," he mumbled into the phone, giving another glance to Harry, who straightened at hearing her name come up. "I was spending the day and night with her." And because he felt incredibly guilty about it, more now that he was actually talking to Wilson, "Owlsley wanted to have a meeting tonight. I put it off for tomorrow," he confessed.

"…I see. That is fine, Wesley," Wilson actually said. "Enjoy yourselves and convey a happy birthday to her from myself. I apologize for interrupting."

And then his boss hung up and Wesley was staring at his phone incredulously. He still wasn't sure if he'd actually heard Wilson apologizing.

"Is everything alright?" Harry's accented voice reached him, and Wesley shook himself out of his daze.

"It's fine," he reassured her, starting his car. "Wilson just wanted a report on things. He did wish to tell you happy birthday."

While Harry looked pleased at the greeting, Wesley decided to just put it out of mind and not think on it now. He drove off and they went to go to a restaurant where he had reservations in his name. Afterwards, they headed to his apartment where he had everything else prepared. Glad that the drive was quick, he retrieved the boxes from his trunk and playfully ignored Harry's curious questions about them, only smirking at her or giving her infuriating, roundabout answers. But once in his apartment, he deposited the boxes on his kitchen table and took the smaller one at the top. He then walked over to Harry and opened it, and she let out a quiet gasp.

"One of the traditions of a sweet 16, I believe, was that the birthday girl was presented with a tiara," he declared, showing off the Black Swarovski Crystal tiara he'd had commissioned for her. "Usually the mother places it on the daughter's head, but well, you've just got me here," he gave her a slight grin.

Her cheeks were prettily flushed, and she tilted her head downwards for him to gently place it on her head.

"I'm not sure I want to know how much this cost," she bit her lip, while she straightened up.

"They're not diamonds," his lips twitched in amusement. At her relieved look, he continued. "They are Swarovski Crystal though."

She sighed in exasperation, but she was smiling at him fondly. "I could have done with a normal, cheaper tiara."

"I know," he said simply. He then took her by her arms and led her to the table, to the second, larger and rather insulated box. "I wasn't sure if I should do this next ceremony, but I thought why not?"

He opened it up to reveal an ice cream cake, Oreos & Cookies n' Cream to be exact. She rolled her eyes, but kept her laugh to herself. He started placing a bunch of candles on it, before taking a lighter and flipping it to reveal a flame.

"Technically, each candle is supposed to represent important people in your life," he told her. "So sorry you have to deal with just me again."

But she was smiling widely and shaking her head, so he focused on lighting the candles.

"First one's for your parents," he lit one. "The second for siblings or grandparents. 3, 4, 5, 6 are for the rest of your family members or those you consider family, because I highly doubt you want to include the Dursleys in this," she laughed at him and he smirked. "7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 are for friends. 15 is for your best friend or friends. And lastly…"

He held off on the last candle, just holding the flame right above the wick. He looked at her hesitantly.

"The last is for a significant male, usually a boyfriend or just a friend," he ended, watching her closely.

She leaned closer to him and grabbed the hand holding the lighter, leading it closer to the wick and lighting it. She gave him a happy smile.

"I don't think I've ever had a real birthday before, much less one as fantastic as this one. Thank you," she said sincerely, looking at him gratefully.

He felt extremely blissful and pleased, watching her blow the candles. Afterwards, they ate a slice of the cake each, before he put it away and went on to the next bit. He had her wait a moment, before disappearing into his room and then coming out with a pair of white-silver, satin high-heeled pumps displayed on a small pillow. He held back a smile as he saw her eyes grow wide.

"Oh, they're beautiful," she murmured, her eyes lingering on the diamond Celtic knot buckles.

He kneeled before her, placing the pillow on the floor. "Usually the father does this, replacing flats," he reached out and quietly traced a finger on her emerald flats, "with high heels to signify the transition into womanhood."

Wesley looked up at her, his eyes hooded and a lazy smirk on his face.

"I'll have to do again, won't I?"

Both of his hands reached out and gripped one of her feet, raising it gently. Slowly, he placed his hand above her feet and used his palm to caress upward and find a hold on her ankle. His other still holding her foot then began to tenderly take her shoe off and place it to the side. Keeping his hold on her ankle to help him keep her foot up, he grabbed one of the heels and carefully placed it on her foot. Daringly, because he was sure she probably knew by now how he felt about her, he kissed her ankle briefly.

Though he heard her breath hitch, he focused instead on repeating the process with her other foot. And when he was done, he stayed kneeling before her and looked up at her, smirking again.

"I hope, despite the lack of others, that I've made do."

She gave him a weak smile, nodding slowly. Biting her lower lip, the action drawing his gaze, Harry leaned down and grabbed his arms, pulling him up.

"This was all…more than I could have imagined. I couldn't have asked for any of this. It means a lot to me, you know, Wesley?" she told him unsurely.

His smirk softened into a small smile, and he took her hands and squeezed them.

"And I was happy to do this for you," he admitted easily. "And now for the last part," he surprised her, pulling her to his balcony. "There's the father-daughter dance, but since I'm thankfully not your father, we can still just slow dance out here. Like the other time."

She nodded in acquiesce, placing her arms like she remembered from last time. And if she closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat when he pulled her close enough that her ear was placed against his chest, then she would be content enough to confess that she felt too happy to care what anyone said.

And if she fell asleep in his arms because she was too content, then she would also say she didn't mind or cared that he'd scooped her up into his arms and brought her to his bed, tucking her in before he went and made himself comfortable on his couch.

Harry didn't remember a time where someone had spent so much time and effort on her.

Started 11/19/15 – Completed 11/19/15

A/n: Haha, I updated again this week! I couldn't help it. I mean, I really liked this story back when it was just drabbles, but now I'm like I really like it and getting into it way too much. So here's a second helping for the week! Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, and please remember to review!

Quick Points:

1. Tiara and heels Based off of real stuff. Tiara: weddingsandsuchboutiquedotcomslashblack-swarovski-crystal-tiaradothtml Heels: aliexpressdotcomslashstoreslashproductslashSHOEZY-brand-womens-peep-toe-pumps-shoes-satin-white-silver-buckle-diamond-dress-party-high-heelsslash201377_32224880155dothtml

2. Karen: Yeah, once she met up with Ben Urich and became obsessed, she just went downhill for me. I'm still debating on her inclusion (if anyone has input, go ahead and say your piece), but I'm writing towards her coming in and being a simple background character… (It must be bad when I started cheering for Marcy getting together with Foggy, instead of her…)

3. Age of Consent in NY: As someone sort of semi-asked, it's 17. So Wesley has to wait a year…if he can hold out that long XD

4. "Prompts": Still accepting them :D

Anon Reviews:

1. Guest: Heh, I can't help the cuteness? XD Thanks!