AN: I don't own either HP or SoA.

The moment that Harry stepped into the interrogation room, warm air curled around him, his mark heated up and his heart skipped a beat. The other man in the room raised an eyebrow, blond hair falling down to his shoulders and the beginnings of a beard framing his face. The orange jumpsuit curled around his body easily, marking him as a prisoner, though he wasn't cuffed to the table. Blood dripped from his nose, some beginning to dry at the same time as fresh blood sluggishly trailed down his skin. His right eye was bruised and the guy had an open cut on his temple and yet…

There was no fear in the man's eyes, no hesitance in seeing Harry. Just the beginnings of a smirk. It was… more than a little hot, if Harry was being honest with himself. Granted, they were strangers and all that, but seeing the guy in what would be a vulnerable position-seated in an interrogation room in county jail, bloody, bruised all to hell- and not acting like it…

"You're not ATF."

Harry blinked at the guy's voice, his blood roaring in his body at the words. The words that he had memorized since he had been old enough to know what they meant. He reached down, twisting his fingers back to press into the mark on his lower back, the words that had appeared on his skin years ago. The magical ink that he had gotten after the war moved with his fingers, the phoenix wrapping its claws over the words.

"Yeah, well, you're not Merlin."

The guy's smirk disappeared as his blue eyes narrowed. "Who the fuck are you?"

Harry took in a sharp breath, swearing quietly, half aware that it wasn't in english. He glanced up at the cameras on the ceiling of the room before flicking his fingers, spreading his magic out to cover the two of them. He could see the man shiver a little bit, his shoulders shaking, and tilted his head in thought. He didn't know of a lot of wizards or witches who had a non magical person for a soulmate; Andromeda hadn't spoken much of Ted in those terms. Maybe the guy had felt his brief magic use even though it hadn't been a spell.

Most pureblooded witches and wizards didn't speak about their soulmates, much less if they were anything less than pureblooded. He had heard from Ron that some of the really old pureblooded families sometimes killed the mates of their children if they were non magical. Harry had shuddered when he had heard that, his heart falling into his stomach. His words… had pretty much guaranteed that his soulmate was non magical. There were no agencies in the magical world that went by the acronym of ATF.

He ran a hand through his hair and walked over to the other chair, sitting across from his soulmate. "I could ask the same of you."

The guy smirked at him, just a few inches away from leering, and Harry raised an eyebrow, idly wondering how the guy had gotten those bruises. Though then again… they were in a county lockup. Who knows why the man was in here.

"I'm Harry."

"Jax."

Harry nodded idly, looking into those bright blue eyes easily, seeing more than a little wildness in them. "Bet my words confused the hell out of you."

"Merlin. As in…" Jax trailed off, pausing as yelling and jeering filled the hallway outside of the room. It sounded like prisoners were hitting something against bars or something like it and Harry took a breath to be grateful that this wasn't Azkaban. No dementors but… His soulmate was in here. His soulmate. His soulmate that was bruised all to hell and was looking like some feral animal just sitting there, his fingers flexing. Arrogance bled off him and Harry twitched in place, the sight hot enough that his blood roared.

"As in mythological Merlin, yeah. He…" Harry sighed. He was pretty sure the statute would allow for instances of non magical soulmates and if it didn't... "Fuck it. He was real."

Jax stared at him then rocked back against the chair. "You crazy?"

"No, I'm pretty sure I'm not. At least I think so. You?"

Jax snorted, slowly shaking his head. "I've been called crazy."

"Me too. Under less charming circumstances," Harry remarked, drawing idle runes on the table between them with his fingers. He didn't add any power to them, knew his use of magic a couple of minutes ago would keep both of their actions covered beneath a fog. He reached around to his back, to where his words were written into his skin. Jax's lips twitched at his words, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Can I… Would it be too much to ask to see your words?"

"If you show me yours," Jax said, his intent gaze locked on where Harry's fingers were. "Make sure you aren't playing me."

Harry grinned a little bit and stood up, pulling off his green t-shirt in one move and turning around. The room was silent for a minute before Jax sucked in a sharp breath, stumbling as he stood up, kicking the chair away.

"What the fuck."

"Got it after the war," Harry explained, smiling at the memory. He heard Jax walk over, stopping right behind him. "Magical tattoos take a while, just like regular ones, but they're worth it."

"It… Can I…"

"Go ahead. I don't mind."

Warm fingers touched his skin and Harry shivered slightly, sucking in a sharp breath as Jax trailed his fingertips over the phoenix. "Reminds me of a friend."

"A friend."

"Fawkes. He pops in for a visit occasionally," Harry explained, feeling Jax's fingers trace down to his lower back, to where the words were. "Reminds me I'm not dead either."

Jax was silent for a minute or two as he pressed his fingers into the words, his whole palm covering the words. The words that were impossible to get off, to copy, to erase. There were threads on social media, in the Daily Prophet, of people who tried to scrape their marks off. It always ended poorly, magic backfiring sometimes spectacularly.

"The wings move. How do they move?"

"Magic. That's who I am," Harry explained, turning around to look into Jax's eyes, the elder wand slipping into his pocket, sitting next to his holly wand casually, if not a little competitively. He pulled his shirt back on, thumbing over the elder wand as he did. "I'm a wizard. And you? What are you in here for?"

"You gonna explain that more?" Jax asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

The incantation for his patronus whispered through his mind and Prongs leapt from his fingers. "If you can't handle it, then fine. But…"

Jax's shoulders loosened as soon as Prongs appeared, his eyes softening at the edges. "Weapons charge. I can handle it."

"So it wasn't… a sex crime or anything to do with a kid?" Harry asked wearily, staring at those bruises and wondering.

Jax's eyes flashed dangerously as he followed Prongs' movement around the small room. "Hell no. We have a code."

"We?"

"The Sons." Jax peered up at the cameras finally then looked to Harry pointedly. "If you really are a wizard-"

"Way ahead of you. Those cameras aren't seeing or hearing anything but fog," Harry said, shrugging. "Anything you say to me won't count against you. Not to mention the fact that I can't testify against you with whatever you say. On two accounts really."

Jax raised an eyebrow.

"Wizards and witches can't arrest or testify against non magicals," Harry explained, gesturing between the two of them. "Us being soulmates also makes it a moot point."

"That means…" Jax trailed off, reaching up to push off his jumpsuit at the shoulders, baring his back and turning around. "...Our cops can't arrest you."

"Got it in one. And…" Harry stopped at the sight before him, his eyes widening and his heart stopping. He sucked in a strangled breath at all that pale skin and the tat on Jax's back. "So… you have ink too."

Jax snorted. "The reaper scare you?"

"Nah. You'd have to work a lot harder to scare me," Harry retorted, taking a step towards Jax. He could see the tail end of words on Jax's left hip, something in him loosening a little. At finally finding the person who bore his words. "May I touch?"

"Yeah."

Harry reached out and trailed his fingertips over the words on the man's hip, curling his fingers over the word Merlin. Finally pressing his palm over them and hearing Jax make a strangled sound. Heated skin lay underneath his hand and Harry felt Jax shiver beneath him, trembling a little. He slowly moved over Jax's back, tracing the other tattoo on his skin.

Sons of Anarchy. California.

The big reaper took up most if not all of Jax's back, going from the top of his shoulder blades to his waist. Marking him.

"That's… impressive," Harry finally said, his breathing unsteady. "Hot really."

"I know."

Harry snorted and flicked Jax on his shoulder, watching as he turned back around. Jax slipped his jumpsuit back on, covering up, and stared at him, drumming his fingers on the table as he sat down. Harry sat down too, sighing, and watching Jax watch him. He reached out and called his magic back in, seeing Prongs vanish.

"You need a lawyer?" Harry finally asked, his nose wrinkling at the thought of having to deal with his own lawyer but… "I have one if you need one. He probably knows of a good non magical lawyer."

"Nah. We have our own," Jax replied. "Besides, I ain't asking you to help us with this."

"How many of you are in here?"

"Five. I'm not going without them."

"Not asking you to," Harry said, looking Jax over with a critical eye. "How about yard protection? Got that?"

"What do you know about protection? You seem like someone who doesn't need that," Jax commented, his voice lowering a notch. Dangerously.

"You'd be surprised," Harry returned idly. "So… protection?"

Jax frowned. "You sure about this?"

"You're my soulmate, Jax. I… I was curious," Harry offered, hearing another yell echo beyond the doors to the room. "But… I protect what's mine even if it's difficult and I get the feeling you do too."

Jax's eyes darkened at his words, a shiver riding through his body. "Sounds like we'll get along just fine. Fine. Protection. We were working on it. Our friend on the outside fell through."

Harry nodded and pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket. "My friend says I have a saving people thing, if that helps any. Give me a minute. Let me…"

He whispered a few words under his breath, waving a hand over the parchment. Names began to appear, a list created right before his very eyes on the piece of parchment. Harry looked through the list of prisoners in this jail, looking for names that… He felt Jax's eyes on him, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up at the heated gaze. "Hah. Here. I need to go talk to a few people. You want to stay here or shall I find you in one of the cell blocks?"

"You have authority here?" Jax questioned, curiosity flickering in those blue eyes.

"I could pull rank. Don't do it too often," Harry remarked, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them. "And… is there bail to be posted or is this a stay inhouse until trial situation?"

"There's bail. Doubt you could afford it though. Seven figure bail."

Harry stood up and walked over to the door to lean. "I have enough for all of you."

Jax stared at him, giving him a slow appraisal. "You say that so easily."

"My dad was… wealthy. Well, his whole family was, I suppose. My parents were murdered when I was one," Harry explained quietly, looking at the floor for a second before meeting Jax's eyes. "Besides… I kind of saved the world when I was 17. Spoils of war and all that."

"Those scars have anything to do with it?"

"Possibly."

"This ain't charity, right?" Jax asked, crossing his arms, something flashing in his eyes. Something akin to defiance but darker.

"Nope. I'll even send it in anonymously, if you'd prefer."

"We just met."

"You being out would let us get to know one another better," Harry suggested, smiling faintly. "Though I do have business to attend to back home. Shouldn't take more than a few weeks to finish up."

Jax grinned, more sharklike than anything Harry had ever seen. "You mean woo one another."

"I'd like it on record that you're the one who said those words," Harry argued, glaring at Jax.

Jax laughed, his amusement lighting up his whole face, and Harry continued to glare at him before sighing, his heart skipping a beat. Jax really was gorgeous, even beaten up.

"Let me go talk to who I have to talk to and then I'll be right back," Harry said, gesturing out the door. "Don't go anywhere."

"Babe, I'm not going anywhere I don't want to."

Harry laughed and stepped out, heading to Cell Block D. He signaled to one of the correctional officers in the hall and explained to them that the man in the interrogation room wasn't to go anywhere. Left out the bit where Jax was his soulmate.

He came back 20 minutes later to see Jax still at the table, sitting there patiently waiting for him. "A group of men will come by your… table or cell or section of yard tomorrow. Mixed race. They're your protection. Got it?"

"How do I know they're here for us?"

"Two words. Ask them for the code words," Harry explained, seeing Jax stare at him. "'Mischief managed.' They'll tell you I sent them."

"They agree out of the goodness of their hearts?"

"Would you?" Harry asked, tilting his head.

"No."

"Thought so. No, I'll owe them some favors in the future," Harry replied, seeing faint approval in Jax's eyes. "Unspecified but up to a limit. They're non magical but born to magical families. They're called squibs in Britain. I don't know if there's a word for them here but… Probably just as awful."

"You gonna try to save me?" Jax challenged, his eyes widening a little bit. "Cause I don't need it."

"Only if you want it."

Jax looked at him cautiously, curiously, and then nodded slowly. "This Merlin guy? He still alive?"

Harry blinked. "No."

"Then why'd you say I wasn't him?"

"It's what we say," Harry explained, grinning. "You know… like for fuck's sake except we say for Merlin's sake. I'd imagine you and your… club-"

"Motorcycle club."

"Your motorcycle club," Harry corrected. "You probably have a few extra words in your dictionary."

"You'd be right."

Harry nodded. "Well… I need to get going."

Jax stood up, sauntered over to him, almost like a wolf stalking prey. Harry licked his lips at the sight, his eyes going to Jax's left hip where his words were.

"You a cat person?"

"Hmm?" Jax met his eyes, unsubtle heat in those blue eyes.

"You a cat person or a dog person?" Harry asked again, reaching out to curl his fingers into Jax's hip.

"Dogs."

"How dare you," Harry retorted, glaring at him, letting his lips curl up into a teasing grin.

"That a deal breaker?" Jax smirked at him even as he asked, reaching out to grasp Harry's shoulder.

"Could be. I may or may not feel like changing your mind on the matter," Harry returned, winking at him.

"Really."

"Really."

AN: I have both fallen down the soulmate hole and the Sons of Anarchy hole. This is also me announcing to you guys that if you have any HP/SoA pairings or plot bunnies you want to see me write, feel free to let me know! I'm just now watching season 3.