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 Twenty: Fireworks in Your Eyes II

Matt observed as much of the house as he could, knowing it looked normal outwardly. But he needed to pay attention to what was going on in the inside.

"No good shite –I tell you she wants to run around shamelessly, let her!"

"Vernon, the neighbors! What if they saw her freakishness!"

"Good riddance! Maybe she'll get put away and we don't have to deal with her and her kind anymore. Especially if she's going to be running around with her 'tutor.'"

By the time Matt had reached the door, his jaw had clamped down and there was a muscle there that was ticking angrily. He knocked firmly and quickly schooled his expression. The door was opened in a rush, and Matt had to force a smile out.

"We're not buying anything!" the man –Vernon –shouted and then went to close the door.

Matt lost the smile quickly and shoved his cane in the opening, preventing the door from being closed.

"I'm not selling," Matt calmly told Vernon. "I'm here about your niece –Henrietta Potter?"

He didn't need to see it and could just hear the sneer in the man's voice. "What's that girl done now? Prostituting herself out?"

Matt inwardly bristled and felt he could easily share James Wesley's distaste for this family.

"She's involved in some legal problems," he said carefully. "I would like to talk to you about her."

"You know what? Fine," he could hear the malicious glee in the other's voice. "Come in and I'll tell you what a real troublemaker that twit is."

If they were under the impression that Harry was in trouble and he was here to gather evidence against her, then that was their thoughts. In the meantime, he was only going to be able to gather more evidence against them, especially by their own mouths.

"Do you mind if I record this?" Matt smiled congenially, forcing it to be congenial.

"Yeah, you go ahead and get all the evidence you need!"

"Don't mind if I do," Matt sarcastically muttered while getting out his recorder and turning it on. Thankfully, Foggy would be working with Karen to call overseas about things they needed to know, so he would handle the family.

And if he allowed them to rant all they wanted, telling them not to bother censoring themselves…well, it was their choice and they had willingly spoken out. And if he found the cousin next and asked about Harry and the kid gloriously spilled everything –from a fucking cupboard to a secondhand room that used to have locks all over the door and being fed sporadically because "she was a worthless bitch"…Matt wouldn't dare interrupt and say it was all too much.

He and Foggy were going to murder these people all across the courtroom.

Matt only wished that there was more he could do about these people, because they deserved a lot more than prison and what they'd get by a guilty verdict. But, unlike most others, these people he couldn't exactly beat up…

Wesley admitted he wasn't sure what was going on and that he was just the slightest bit afraid. He'd been in one place and then had suddenly gone to an entirely different place. And the feeling that he'd endured for it was horrible! He couldn't help having thrown up, and he found (once his head was clearer) that he was horrified to have done so and be in such a state in front of Harry.

Then the bizarreness kept continuing and even escalating.

Harry had somehow made his mess disappear and then was making him wear a…robe? And then she was grabbing his hand, so he made himself focus and calm down. He was good at keeping calm and professional. He just had to channel that now.

And her hand was warm and soft and she had actually reached out for his. How could he not squeeze it and reassure her, and decide he could do patience for her?

They walked with that man Wesley still didn't know who he was, and entered a pub that was grungy and filled with strange characters.

"Peasegood, are we going to just head straight there?" Harry whispered to this 'Peasegood' man.

"We'll head straight there," Peasegood turned back to them. "Don't stop and keep going. Be on alert."

Harry nodded at him before moving closer to Wesley. "Keep close, okay?"

Wesley nodded back and then followed them into the back where they faced a brick wall. Confused, but knowing he was supposed to be quiet and patient, he watched the man take out an elaborately carved stick and then tap on several bricks.

He couldn't help his jaw dropping slightly as the bricks began to move and reveal an alley filled with even more wonders.

As they quickly walked on through, Wesley took the time to do his best and look around and observe everything. Now that he was calmer and rational…he realized he was surrounded by all things not rational. As bewildering as it was, his head was clear enough to see what was surrounding him and also think back to what had just happened with Harry, and put it all together to realize that this was something magical. In fact, glancing at a few words around him, that was truly a literal sense.

He could confidently say that the girl he was holding onto and was so enamored with…was a witch. A full-blown, certified witch.

He pushed up his glasses and carefully watched around, feeling more and more confident with his theory. Though he kept walking, he leaned closer to Harry to get his confirmation.

"I know I said I'd wait for explanations –and I will –but I'd like a confirmation on something," he whispered into her ear.

She looked up at him unsurely, but nodded.

"Are you a witch?"

By the grimace on her face, he had all the confirmation he needed.

"Does that bother you?" she asked all worried.

It strangely, honestly didn't. Even as the realization hit him and as he had just suddenly (and kind of rushed) was thrust into this world, not once did it cross his mind to be truly afraid and never revolted, most specifically when it came to Harry. He suppose it was just an aspect of her he would have to embrace.

"Not at all," he said nonchalantly. "Perhaps it explains the spell you've woven over me," he deadpanned.

She stared at him, mouth in an O. But then she blushed and turned red, swatting at his arm.

"You! Why I…"

He raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, did the pun hurt your ears? Too corny? Maybe I should have said how 'enchanted' you've made me –"

A bright, wide smile broke out on her face as she laughed quietly and tried to keep in her mirth. He smiled softly, glad to see her feeling better and surer of the situation.

'We're good. Answer and explain everything later, but right now we're okay' he wanted to convey to her.

She bit her lip shyly and shuffled closer to him, and he couldn't help (contentedly at that) bringing an arm around her and pulling her even closer to his side and holding her there.

Peasegood kept his amused look and comments to himself, though he got a better idea why Harry was all protective over this man and why she wanted him to know the truth. It might or might not be a development he would have to pass onto to Dumbledore, but for now it was something he'd keep to the three of them. Besides, Dumbledore (if he hadn't sent in some lackey) was probably going to be at the Will Reading and would find out himself, with or without Peasegood.

"Are you ready for this, Miss Potter?" he asked her and her face shuttered and closed.

It was something Wesley noted immediately, glancing at Peasegood warily and wondering what exactly were they there for?

Were they really in England?

He had to pause in his thoughts at that, because that was a strange thought since they had just been in New York not too long ago. But hearing talk around him made him confirm that those were definitely English accents he was hearing. However, they came upon a large, very impressive white marble building and Wesley focused in on that.

He did have to raise his eyebrows at the engraving in front of it.

"Do they mean that? About thieves and all?" Wesley asked Harry.

"You wouldn't want to try them," Peasegood overheard, saying dryly.

They entered and Wesley held back an involuntary flinch at the…creatures manning the counters.

"They're Goblins," Harry told him quietly. "They're in charge of Gringotts, the Wizarding Bank."

It was amusing that wizards and witches had their own personal bank. It was just something he hadn't thought of in regards to anything magic.

"The Will Reading should be starting soon," Peasegood told them. "If you'd like to check out your trust vault now to look around for any items that may interest you in taking, do so now while I check out their progress and readiness. Meet back here when you're done."

Harry nodded and then tugged at Wesley's hand as Peasegood left them.

"Do you want to come with me?"

"It would be preferable than staying here by myself," he gave an amused look and she flushed red and shrugged.

She then led him to one of the Goblins and spoke briefly to them, flashing them a card he hadn't seen from her before. The Goblin signaled another and then Harry was following that one.

"It's nice to see you again, Griphook," Harry greeted the Goblin, though Wesley was still wary of the other.

'Griphook' bared his teeth in what Wesley guessed was supposed to be a smile. "Likewise, Miss Potter. Or should I say Lady Potter-Black?"

Harry winced. "I wouldn't have a choice, would I?"

"Wait –Lady?" Wesley interjected.

She gave him a hesitant look. "It's complicated. I have some very old familial ties."

Well hell. He'd been just worried about being worthy for Harry as is, now he had to add in factoring that she was apparently nobility.

She squeezed his hand and caught his eyes. "Not that it means anything," she tried to reassure him.

He tried not to think it did, but it was hard to not compare him and her and feel himself lacking in anything to offer her in return. But after the ride down to her vault (he rather liked the rollercoaster feel of it, oddly enough, but he was also amazed she had a freaking vault to keep her money in), the feeling was exacerbated when her vault was opened and mounds of gold was shown.

"Wizarding money is in gold?" he asked, trying to keep himself in check, even though he was in shock.

"Galleons are in gold," she started, showing him a Galleon. "Sickles are silver and Knuts are bronze."

In a society that uses actual precious metals for money, he was apprehensive to know how much it all was converted to English pounds, much less American dollars.

"Oh, thank goodness! Someone managed to deposit my school trunk," Harry exclaimed, finding a very heavy duty wooden trunk. "I think this is pretty much all I need in here, since everything else is money."

She grabbed a handful of Galleons though and held them out to him. "Here," she looked at him expectantly.

"What for?" he blinked at her.

She blushed. "Well, you do a lot for me and always buy me things, especially expensive things, and take me to a lot of places…I just…want to repay you somehow."

He reached over and closed her fingers over the gold coins.

"I don't need them. And you know I've always been happy to do everything for you, without any repayment," he told her firmly.

She reluctantly nodded and dropped the coins back onto a pile, but still held a few in her hand and shoved it into his.

"Just a few then," she said determinedly. "I just want you to have them. Just because."

He stared at her bemusedly before looking down at the coins to examine them more thoroughly. He also noted there were seven in total.

"Seven is a powerful magical number," she informed him quietly. "So seven for luck."

"I'll keep them close," he smiled slightly and pocketed them, before reaching out and grabbing her hand. "Do you need a hand with your trunk?"

"It's alright," she said just as she started to levitate it, which made it hard for him not to stare. "Let's get back now."

They got back to the cart and the waiting Griphook, and then they headed back to the surface. From there, Harry and Wesley found that Peasegood wasn't there yet, so they stayed in the spot they were supposed to.

"This is a Will Reading, right?" Wesley asked, remembering Peasegood talking about it. He glanced at Harry, who had started to stiffen up. "Who was it?" he softened his voice.

She swallowed a lump in her throat. "At the end of my school year, my godfather was murdered. Not too long after, I moved to America to go into hiding."

He still had a ton of questions, but he knew that it wasn't the time for them. Instead, he reached over and pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.

"I was trying to save him," he heard her mutter against him. "Instead I was the one who ended up needing saving."

He opened his mouth to say something, only to be distracted by a bright flash. The two of them looked over at the culprit, and Wesley was a little weirded out at seeing such a large, old-fashioned camera in the hands of the woman who'd taken it.

"Merlin, you two look so cute together! I had to take a picture for next week's Witch Weekly…" the witch trailed off, blinking as she realized who stood in front of her. "M-my goodness…is that Harry Potter?"

"Fuck," Harry muttered, and that took Wesley off guard. Harry very rarely cussed, and it was mostly in British slang anyway.

"Miss Potter, please an interview! Who is this handsome man you're with? Are you two together?" and the woman would have excitedly continued to blurt out questions, had Peasegood not appeared and glared warningly at her.

"Come along, you two. It's time," he said quickly, giving one last short glare at the Witch Weekly reporter. Once they were some ways away, Peasegood gave a glance to Harry. "Paparazzi seem to follow you around everywhere."

"Unfortunately," Harry grumbled surly.

Wesley took what had happened and said into account, and deduced that Harry was somehow famous. Fame and nobility? His inadequacy was further showing, and he wondered why she had bothered with him in the first place.

But he felt her hand again and he looked at her to see her morose face, and knew that what mattered was that she needed him right then and for whatever reason chose him to be around. Nothing else mattered right then.

They entered into a room and saw that a few others were there. Wesley didn't recognize anyone, but he could tell that everyone knew Harry as they all saw and got up from their seats to converge on her. Harry smiled lightly as she accepted hugs from everyone.

"Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, it's good to see you again," she told a red-haired couple sincerely. She then turned to a shabby-looking man, who looked rather exhausted. "Professor Lupin, I really hope you've been taking care of yourself."

"It's Remus, Harry. I'm no longer your professor, remember?" the brunet wizard smiled tiredly. "And I do well enough." Still, Harry gave him a warning glare and he looked sheepish.

"Blimey, Harry! You look good!" another redhead, probably the son of the couple, greeted Harry next. His words and next action had Wesley tense, as the redhead threw his arms around Harry.

"Move over, Ron. Don't hog her," a bushy-haired brunette moved in and hugged Harry at the same time. The new girl playfully ruffled Harry's hair. "But he's right. You look great, Harry. I assume you've been able to eat better this summer?"

"Wonderful actually, Hermione," Harry answered as they pulled away from each other. To his surprise, Harry looked over to him and reached over to grab his sleeve and tug him over. "Guys, this is James Wesley. The guy I told you about?"

While the two younger ones seemed to understand, looking at Wesley in a new light (She'd talked about him? It made him feel strange, in a good way…), the older ones in the group looked at him suspiciously.

"Who is he, Harry?" Remus, someone Wesley had initially pegged as a gentle sort (he was rather wrong), growled out.

"I met him when I was hiding…somewhere," she finished lamely, knowing she couldn't say where. "He's a…friend." However, the guilty blush on her face said otherwise, and Wesley was pleased with that.

"It's a pleasure meeting you all," Wesley said smoothly, cutting in as politely as he could. "I'm glad to finally meet close friends and family of Harry's. I've been looking forward to it."

"A pleasure as well, Mr. Wesley," the older red-haired woman hesitantly said.

Remus stared at him and Wesley did his best to stand still and not move, wondering what the man was thinking. And then the man narrowed his eyes slightly and sniffed a bit, and yeah that wasn't weird or anything…But then he was smiling slightly for some reason, so Wesley took it that he'd somehow gave off a good sign to the other.

"Good to meet you as well, Mr. Wesley," Remus said politely. "Molly, Arthur, why don't we let Harry catch up with her friends?"

They left and then it was just Wesley with Harry and her friends.

"So this is the Oreo stalker guy," the redhead frowned at him. Wesley had to blink at that, and had no idea that he was known as that.

"Ugh, Ron," Harry said annoyance. "Don't get all overprotective again!"

"What? Why not? You're my best mate! Why shouldn't I get all overprotective?"

And as the two quietly began to argue, Wesley noticed the other person in their group staring at him in scrutiny. He turned and looked at her, raising an eyebrow.

The girl, who Harry had addressed as Hermione, bristled a little, almost like a cat. But it was nice to know that Harry had such overprotective friends.

After a minute of scrutinizing him, Hermione nodded surely to herself. "You'll do," she said confidently, before snatching Ron's collar. "Come along, Ronald. Let's leave the lovebirds alone."

Harry sputtered as Wesley looked on in amusement, with Hermione dragging Ron away back to their seats.

"I'm sorry about them," Harry huffed. "Honestly, my friends are mental."

"I like them," Wesley told her. "And they obviously care about you a lot. That means a lot to me."

Harry looked at him in surprise and smiled a little. "I'm really happy you're here," she told him softly.

"I'm glad to be here," he answered her.

Just then a Goblin entered with a roll of parchment, and Peasegood came to them and went to usher them into a chair. Before it got started, Wesley saw an old man with the strangest robes and the longest beard he'd ever seen, enter the room and sat down in the back. He was quick to see Harry catch sight of the man, and a strange look pass over her face.

"You okay?" he nudged her.

"Fine," she had a faint smile. "Just…fine."

But the hold on his hand said she wasn't at all.

The Goblin began and he didn't listen. It wasn't for him after all. Instead, he paid attention to Harry and watched her closely, seeing her face grow stony as the Will Reading continued. He knew though, when it was her turn to have what was read out to her, because her breathing shallowed and her eyes gained a bright, wet shine to them.

He pulled her closer to his side and didn't care if anyone saw or watched, but he just wrapped his arms around her and let her cry into him.

When the reading was over and the room emptied out, they were respectfully left alone and he just held on.

Started 12/3/15 – Completed 12/4/15

A/n: Still amazed I managed to finish this chapter in time for today XD But thank you to everyone for all the late birthday wishes! I really appreciate it and wanted to get this all out to you guys ASAP! I'm rather surprised (pleasantly though) that the reveal was a complete shock, but I'm glad everyone enjoyed it (hint: remember the dates, since if you remembered Peasegood talking about the Will Reading on Harry's birthday, the week later would have led to this ;D). I hope everyone enjoyed and I'll probably get the next part out on Monday! Also check out my forum (link on profile), that will have challenges on rare pairs I like :D

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