Standard Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to Harry Potter or the Hellboy franchise. All properties therein are those of their creators. I am simply a humble writer, working on my skills with characters and worlds that I love.
Note: I've been a fan of the Hellboy franchise since I was a child, and I've wanted to do something with it for a while but wanted to wait until I'd gotten some experience with fanfiction to make sure I could create a quality product. I now feel that I've reached a point where I can do this awesome work justice.
Note: I am going to be working through the original Hellboy duo of movies. I mean no offense to the newest work, but the originals are what I fell in love with and want to work on. Who knows, I could do something with the new one at a later point. That being said, I'll probably add some elements of the new film in this work just cause they caught my fancy. As a side note, the Hogwarts and Voldemort story will come into play, but it will be a bit into the story before that happens. Still trying to decide if it will be set between the two films or after the second.
Note: Gonna be a bit of an OOC Harry in this work. He's grown up in a unique environment to say the least and the effect that has had on him will come through clearly.
Note: As for the pairings, I'm keeping Harry's as a surprise for now but suffice it to say he will not be getting with Liz. I actually really liked her and Hellboy together and I have no intention of ruining their relationship.
Note: This is also eventually going to turn into a wrong boy who lived story. Why? Cause they're fun, I want to do more of them, and I like trolling on the parents. Harry will be five years older than his sister so yeah Imma be playing with the timeline a bit and the war went on a bit longer than expected. Hell this is fanfiction so why not? Harry and his sister will be born in the same month just five years apart and since Voldemort is destroyed the year of her birth Dumbledore assumes it's her.
Note: The professor's name in the comics is Bruttenheim, but it's pronounced Broom. In the movies he is referred to as Broom. Thus in this piece I'm just going to write him as Broom instead of clarifying continuously that everyone just calls him that.
Note: This is based around the storyline of the first movie so it shouldn't take long at all to finish. Stay tuned for hopefully weekly or biweekly updates.
Chapter One - The New Minder
The ground was wet with freshly fallen rain and the sky above cracked with thunder filled clouds. Seeing all of this, Harry Broom (formerly Potter) could only smile. It had been a day just like this when his father had saved him from his relatives, and ever since he had just adored the sound of thunder.
After finishing his personal moment the grey suited man made his way into the building. A cold, massive, thing of concrete and no personality (In his opinion at least). The security guard held him up for a few moments as his credentials were verified, giving the man a few moments to examine his reflection in one of the three nearby security mirrors. They were two way he knew, and each held a mounted automatic cannon.
What he saw was a six foot man of about twenty-five, well built, in a three piece suit that did a masterful job of hiding his many, many, weapons. (his father's dressing sense had rubbed off on him). He had angular features, startlingly bright green eyes (Clear of glass obstructions due to corrective surgery), a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his head that had descended from its original place to cut through his right eyebrow, and a pointed black beard on his chin that rose into a fine goatee. Between the beard, his 'special' talents, and the English accent he'd never been able to get rid of, he'd grown up with the annoying nickname of Kenobi by those close to him.
A beep from the computer sounded and the guard returned his credentials. "Very good, Agent Broom. Sorry for the wait. Would you be so kind as to remove any weapons or metal from your person and step through the detector?"
Harry eyed the standard looking rectangular metal detector that he knew was anything but, and nodded. What followed was five minutes that amused the bearded man and shocked the guard, as Harry spent every second pulling guns and knives from his pockets, sleeves, pants, and the folds of his vest. By the gods he loved space enhancement charms. They just created so many opportunities for humor. No wonder clowns used them so often in their shows. When all was said and done he had a small mountain of deadly instruments piled up and topped with his belt and he was skipping jauntily through the detector as it failed to utter a single noise. Of course repacking all of those same instruments was troublesome in the extreme but the humor had been worth it.
Once everything was squared away in its proper place, Harry waved goodbye to the other man and crossed the rest of the distance to a nearby elevator, ironically enough it was placed under a large insignia of a fist holding a sword. Damn but it felt good to be home.
The elevator ride took a good few minutes as the layers of stone and metal flew by him, but eventually he got the loud ding that signified he'd reached his destination. When he disembarked the metal deathtrap he was met with a flurry of suited men and women going about their business for the BPRD. So not much had changed in the two years he'd been gone then. Yippee.
As just another man in a suit no one present paid him any great attention as he waded through the sea of government workers, ever so slowly making his way up to the great golden doors of the library. He took a deep breath before entering. He hadn't been back, or seen the old gang, in a long time and he was understandably nervous. But fortune never favored the cowardly so he bucked himself up, opened one of the doors, and slipped inside.
It was just as he remembered. A wide open space that had been crammed full of bookshelves, reading tables, and scattered maps. Against one wall a series of doors that led to living quarters and a staircase to a second level of research materials. Against the other a massive wall of glass revealing what appeared to be a massive aquarium. Complete with reefs, schools of fish, and even a submerged recliner.
It was there that Harry went first, tapping on the glass in morse code. {Oy, Abe! Get your gill covered ass over here!} He wasn't waiting long before a nearby school of carp scattered in fright, revealing the gliding form of a blue skinned aquatic man as he hovered over to place his hand against the glass. The mage was quick to cover the same space with his own. Silence fell for a couple moments as the fish-man read his old friend, and then the speakers on the wall above the tank blared to life.
"You did not have to be crude, Harry." Abraham Sapien's cultured tone swept through the room, making the newcomer smile all the wider.
"You try spending two years in the alaskan wilderness alone and then come back to me about being crude, buddy. How ya been?"
The aquatic being spent a second waving his arms to become level with his friend and answered, "About the same. The cases have come and gone, we've saved some people, destroyed others, and kept humanity safe for just a little bit longer."
"Best job in the world, ey?"
Behind them both an aged voice spoke up, cutting into their conversation. "That is exactly right." Both men turned to see a grey haired man in a sharply pressed three piece suit descending one of the second level staircases. A bushel of scrolls held under one arm. He promptly dropped them all on one of the reading tables and opened his arms wide in a silent offer that Harry was immediate in accepting. Embracing the older and smaller man (when did that happen) in a bear hug.
"It's good to see you, dad."
"You too son. This place has been so dull without you."
"Well now that my enforced exile is over, maybe I can fix that." Harry's words were spoken with a sarcasm so pure that professor Broom frowned.
"Son, your reassignment was a punishment of your own making."
Harry folded his arms in an overstated pout. "That's not how I see it."
"You punched the head of our department in the face! You're lucky he didn't hold enough of a grudge to have you arrested for assault."
Looking his father straight in the eyes, the mage responded, "He called Red a beast. One that should be chained, buried, and only allowed out when forced to do as he was told. He deserved worse than what I gave him. Plus, it's not as if he has any containment method on hand that could actually hold me so an arrest would never stick."
"I-I did not know that was the reason." The professor decided he would be having words with his employer in the near future about comments directed at his kids. "Regardless, you are home now. That is all that matters."
He took his youngest by the arm and led him to a nearby set of reading chairs to hear about his experiences in the wild over the last couple of years. The entire time the younger man spoke, Broom couldn't help but recollect the day he'd first met the boy that would become his child.
It had been a rainy day in England, as many were, and his team had been called in by their sister service in Great Britain. The Brits resident medium had sensed a maelstrom of negative energy in the suburb of Privet Drive, but for some reason it kept appearing and disappearing at random intervals making it difficult to narrow down the exact source. They were requesting Broom's paranormal expertise to do just that.
He'd arrived with his tools, books, instruments, support team, and Hellboy. Together they'd joined the Brits on a bus to the suburb and started searching. It didn't take them long to find a house with wards along its boundary (kind of hard to miss if you knew what you were looking for). Their ragged nature explained why the negative energy kept fluctuating. It was practically cutting through the defenses like a strainer siphons water from noodles.
With how badly the wards had been maintained it didn't take long at all to disrupt them entirely and make their way up to the house itself. The owners, a horribly tempered fat man and a shrill thin woman tried to keep them out, but their official badges and letter of intent from the ministry of law meant the owners had no right to deny them anything. The medium took them room by room as she searched for the source of negative energy, starting in the attic. It wasn't lost on anyone how nervous the owners became the further down they went, until the medium stopped them in front of the cupboard under the stairs and they were visibly panicking.
When the door was opened to reveal a tiny, bloody, and clearly starved child of five or six on a stained mattress, the reason became clear. Needless to say, they and their very rude son were promptly taken by police car to be charged with child abuse. The entire time screaming about how the 'freak' had had it coming and needed the 'freakishness' beaten out of him. How they were only doing what 'normal' and 'decent' folk were supposed to. It was a sentiment that all present had sadly heard from others in the course of their careers dealing with the strange and unnatural.
The boy, soon named as Harry Potter, was the clear source of their search. The scar on his forehead was radiating dark energy like a furnace. It was a good thing they'd brought two mediums and support staff for what needed to happen next.
The exorcism lasted six hours, haunting all present for life with the pained screams of the boy and the malicious laughter of the specter residing inside him, and by the end all present were exhausted in both body and mind. Yet they were also proud as they stared at the child slumbering in Hellboy's lap. The look on the massive man's face full of protective instinct. Broom had known exactly what needed to happen next. His own sensitivity to the arcane was not as strong as many others, but even he could sense the potential in their young victim. An inquiry with their British counterparts proved that he had no registry in their systems. No documentation, papers, records of medical visits. He was a blank slate. From there it was a simple matter to request he be placed under his own care, and the Brits, being thankful for the expulsion of such a dangerous spirit, were only too quick to acquiesce.
Thus it was that Broom had gained another son, and Hellboy a younger brother.
Back in the present Harry had just finished his tale, earning a proud smile from his old man. "So you've fully learned to become Longhair?"
"Oh yeah."
"Perfect. Well," He stood up, and led Harry to a particularly large steel door, "you ready to start your new detail?"
"Being the minder for my big brother? I can't wait. What happened to the last guy?"
"He had a… nervous breakdown. Hellboy wasn't exactly thrilled with what happened to you and he made that feeling known."
For a moment Harry entertained the notion of being angry with the old man for not making his own annoyance known, but then he thought better of it. Broom had a lot of responsibility here, and if for some reason he were removed from his position then who knew who the government bigwigs would send to replace him. Certainly not someone that saw the team as actual people. Plus, it was kind of hard to stay mad at the person that he knew arranged airdrops of entire crates of Reese's Cups to him in the wilds.
Together they marched down a hall full of supernatural weapons and trinkets too sensitive or dangerous for human hands, and arrived at a cart absolutely loaded with food. "Here you are, Harry. As the new minder feeding and tracking are your responsibilities now."
Eyeing the cart, the young agent said, "I still can't believe he eats this much. Where does it all go? I mean, there are thirty fucking pancakes on one tray!"
"Language, my boy."
"Sorry dad."
"Hm." The old man twitched his mustache as he observed his youngest's utterly un-sorry expression. "Right then, here." He handed the man a pair of extra large Baby Ruth's. "He'll like these for desert." And moved to return to his library.
"Hold up a second." Harry stopped the older fellow with a firm grip on his shoulder. "Are you not coming with? The family is together again for the first time in years!"
Professor Broom was silent for a moment before saying, "He doesn't want to see me. Or talk to me."
Harry was floored. "Still? You two were giving each other the silent treatment for months before I left. Have you seriously not spoken since then?"
Broom sighed, "My son, when you have children of your own, god willing, you will understand. Sometimes your children need to hate you. It doesn't make sense, but a father knows when to approach and when to stay away. Hellboy needs his space and when he is ready to talk to me he will."
"I don't agree with that, pop. What's going on with you two cannot be healthy."
"Think what you like, but this is how it is."
For a moment or two Harry thought about arguing the point further, but then he remembered just how stubborn both his father and brother were. He'd get nowhere. "Fine, but out of curiosity where's Liz? I thought for sure I'd have run into her by now."
"You hadn't heard?"
"What?"
Broom groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose, careful to avoid displacing his spectacles. He hated being the bearer of bad news. "Liz… checked herself into a psychiatric hospital. She was heaving issues with depression and emotional control of her flames and thought a more controlled environment might help."
The bearded man added his own groan to the air. "Her choice I guess. I'll need to make a point to visit her then. I take it Red didn't react well?"
"Your brother leveled an entire building when he heard."
"Sounds like him." The mage took point on the push bar of the cart, "I'll be getting to it then."
"Come by for tea when you're done." Broom smirked at the annoyed look on his son's face his words inspired. He just loved riling him up. For the longest time he hadn't been able to get any emotion out of him so every time he annoyed or embarrassed him was a win in his book.
"Tea, dad? I get enough Brit jokes without that weak drivel. Accent aside I'm an American dammit!"
"Whatever you say, son. Coffee it is. Now get to it."
Responding with an upturned chin, the agent wheeled his cart away, not noticing the fond smile on the older man's face.
Three reinforced doors later and Harry found himself entering a clearly used living space. It was covered in pizza boxes, empty Baby Ruth wrappers, and over a dozen cats. What was it with Red and the damned things? Harry swore they always gave him the evil eye.
As he rolled the food cart to a stop a gruff, yet muffled, voice spoke up. "You aren't Roberts. Who the hell are you?"
Glancing toward the source, the reason for the muffled tone became easily apparent. Harry smiled wide as he took in the sight of his big brother, Hellboy, shirtless, red skinned, curling a hundred pound dumbbell for reps, and smoking one of his signature Churchill cigars.
"What's the matter, Red? Don't recognize me with the longer beard? Two years is a long time sure, but come on."
The dumbbell slammed into the floor and the giant red being rushed forward to get a closer look at his guest before enveloping him in a monstrous bear hug. "Little brother! When the hell did you get back!"
"C-Can't… B-B-Breathe!" The younger man wheezed.
"Oh sure ya can. This ain't our first cuddle." he teased.
"Y-Y-You… A-Asked… For.. It!" Harry's pained gasps turned into a hearty chuckle as his body expanded, gaining huge quantities of muscle and fur until the startled Hellboy found himself bear hugging an actual bear. A kodiak bear to be exact. The wide toothed maw twisted up into a smirk, and suddenly the red investigator found himself pushed flat on his back. Held down by 1,500 pounds of amused bear.
"Oh so that's how it is? Gonna try to take the belt?"
The kodiak chuffed merrily and a second later the two were wrestling and rolling all over the floor, knocking down tables, tv stands, and every other freestanding objects in a twenty foot radius. It was the first time the two had been able to get after each other without worry of injury and for ten long minutes they took full advantage of it, until Hellboy managed to lock his ursine brother in a headlock with his stone arm.
"Tap out." He growled, and squeezed his arm until a massive paw thumped three times on the ground. He released him and a few seconds later the bear reverted back to his human little brother, gasping for breath and rubbing his throat tenderly.
"Damn it. Thought I had you that time with the sneak shift."
"Ha." Hellboy laughed and retrieved his cigar from beneath a pile of fallen magazines. "You were never able to beat me with those magical pranks of yours so why would this be different? I see you finally managed to turn completely into Longhair. Good for you. You find a shaman to help you on the journey?"
"Not much else to do in Alaska."
"Yeah." A pained look came over the red skinned man's face. "Sorry about that, kid. No one told me what happened until you'd already been bussed out on a plane. I can skip out to the city sometimes but that distance…"
"I understand completely." Harry buffed his brother's shoulder affectionately and grabbed a plate from the food trolley. "Well, come on, I'm not eating alone."
Hellboy raised a brow, "Really, you think I'm sharing?"
"I think I'm in charge of when and what you eat now and if you don't share I just might forget to bring you bacon next time, Red."
Red grumbled and stepped up to load his own plate. "You're cruel, Harry."
"Learned from the best."
The two were only into their second helpings when the alarms started blaring. Looked like they had a case.
Two hours of hearing Red grumble about missing Liz and traveling in a trash rig, the trio of Hellboy, Abe, and Harry arrived at the New York Museum amidst crowds of Halloween revelers.
As Red made a point of ignoring Professor Broom and striding directly into the building, Harry asked the aged man exactly what was going on. From him he learned that a hollow statue had been busted open and a monstrous creature released.
"Do we know what it is called." he asked.
"Well…" Abe skimmed his fingers over the page of a very ancient and worn book, "according to this record it is a being known as Samael. The hellhound. The devourer. The hound of resurrection. Oh the resurrection one is new."
"Have you told Red that?"
"I was just about to." The aquatic being tapped the receiver in his ear and said, "Hellboy, can you here me? This monster has another name. The hound of resurrection."
Static sounded and then Red's surly voice popped up. "You know, I really don't like that one."
"What? Why?"
The mic went out and an explosive boom sounded in the halls of the museum, the hanging lights swaying above from the force. "I'd say that answers that question." Harry groused before running down the hall and bursting through the doors his big brother had already entered. He was just in time to spot a red tail escaping through a new hole in the side of the building.
'Gonna be one of those nights.' he thought before radioing the others. "Red's in pursuit, I'm on his tail."
Down three separate streets the mage raced after his errant sibling before finally catching up to him in an alley, where a strange looking bald fuck with rectangular sunglasses was apparently giving him some Darth Vader 'I am your father' spiel. Not on his watch!
"Hey cueball!" Harry roared, getting the stranger's attention just in time to throw a fireball in his face. The man screamed and fell back into a nearby shadow, disappearing from sight. The victory was short lived however as the monster, Samael, chose that exact moment to jump out of hiding and latch onto Red's arm.
"I got this!" Hellboy latched onto the strange appendage holding him and used his other arm to pull his revolver out in reverse, "Load a tracking round!"
Harry quickly did as he was told, pulling an emerald bullet out of his brother's belt, yanking the activation pin and loading it into the weapon before passing it back.
"Eat this!" The horned champion of man grunted before unloading the round point blank into the creatures chest. He knew it wasn't anywhere near enough to put it down but he enjoyed seeing its body fly painfully into the air before crashing into the street.
Sensing a moment of reprieve Hellboy said, "You try to trace where that fucker went. I'll keep after this thing."
"Red-"
"Don't argue, Harry." Hellboy's eyes were deadly serious. "The things he was saying before you arrived. He's important somehow."
Harry wanted to argue. He really did, but he couldn't not see the importance of tracking down a nefarious dude that could disappear on a dime. "Alright. But you better not die."
"Who do you think you're talking to, kid? I'll be fine." The tailed hunter launched himself over the alley wall and the human stared at the shadows before him and opened himself up to the arcane energies around him. Thank the gods for his father's medium friends and battle mage associates. He'd need to rely on all of their skills for even a chance of tracking this fucker down. A flicker of arcane light in the darkness caught his metaphysical third eye and a dark grin crossed his face. It was time to go hunting.
Four hours later and Harry was storming his way back into the lab at the bureau. He'd completed a full scale magical game of cat and mouse where he followed every trace he could of his mystery man and always arrived just after him. He could apparently travel by shadows, but the mage could apparate. Back and forth they went and each time the young man got a hint of some kind of strange arcane magic that seemed almost… eldritch in nature. He hadn't felt anything like that since an asshole witchdoctor in Florida had tried to summon Cthulu. It had come to an end finally when he landed on a pier staring out to sea. His best guess was the man had hopped onto a boat or ship and moved beyond his sight or reach.
Imagine his surprise when he entered the medical wing of the BPRD and found his big brother laid out with Abe pulling some… things, out of his arm.
"How long did you say the creature had a hold of you?" Abe asked.
"Four, maybe five seconds."
"Hm, five seconds and it laid three eggs in you."
"Didn't even buy me dinner first." Hellboy joked.
Unable to resist the opportunity presented, Harry butted in, "Should I be counseling you about the dangers of third base big brother?"
Seeing the other man for the first time, Red burst into laughter. "You're hardly one to talk, Harry. Or do I need to bring up Alice, that german chick Helga, or even the time the spirit of Nimue possessed that college coed to get a piece of you? Didn't pops catch you in the act all three times? How are you that unlucky?"
Harry blushed at the turnaround and Abe said, "Your brother's man-whorish tendencies aside, he has a point about the danger. I'd wager anyone touched by this creature is in danger of an insemination. If you'll excuse me I have to inform the professor about this."
As he left Harry asked, "How was Liz? When you disappeared after the chase I was pretty sure you were going to see her."
Red sighed in pure annoyance. "She doesn't want to come back and she doesn't want me to come see her anymore. She's trying to deny what she is, Harry. How do I make her see how bad a choice that is?"
"You can't, Red. She needs to figure that out for herself. For now, just be there for her when she needs you and things will work themselves out."
"Right. What happened on the chase, kid?"
Harry sighed. "Would it be too much to ask you to stop calling me kid? I get you age slower than the rest of us but I am an adult." Seeing the negative look on the bigger man's face the mage decided to just drop the issue. "Your visitor is good. Very good. He's faster than me, but only just, and he's powered by a seriously strong backer."
Hellboy's eyes widened. "He's a puppet?"
"Most likely."
"Cthulu?"
"Could be. But there are countless other beings in the cosmos as well that would love to get their miserly little tentacles on the life of our world to feed on. Who knows what he's packing. After I lost him I went back to the museum, and since I knew what to actually look for I found trace residue of his energy all over the place."
"Shit." Hellboy muttered. "So he's behind Samael?"
"Most likely."
"Things just got more complicated didn't they?"
"You have no idea, big brother."
