A/N: I don't own Harry Potter and wouldn't particularly care to. I would like a rental agreement with option to buy for Hermione Granger. A short term contract with Nymphadora Tonks wouldn't be turned down. A Long-term agreement with Luna Lovegood would probably be a whole lot of fun. Any time Padma Patil wants to open negotiations, call me and oh for a weekend with Fleur. Oddly Lavender and Padma's sister (despite being her twin) Parvati do nothing for me…
A/N2: I blame this one on Youtube… I happened across some A Team clips and was inspired. First it was going to be a fusion rather than a crossover, with the obvious character shifts. Harry in the role of Hannibal, Neville in the Face role, Luna as Murdock and, of course, an extremely stressed out Hermione in the BA role, refusing to ride in any vehicle driven by Luna due to commons sense. As funny as the idea was, it just wouldn't come together. So, this is what happens when the real A Team is called to the Harry Potter world.
This is one of those stories that started strong, but then just faded to nothing like so many others.
Howling
"Daddy?"
Xenophilius Lovegood looked up from his desk, "Yes, Luna?"
"Some men to see you Daddy," the sixteen year old said, her wide eyes showing her confusion, "they were calling you by an odd name, but they had a Muggle Photo of you from a long time ago."
"Ah," Xeno said as he rose from his desk, "Some old friends from my youth, come to visit I suspect. Do show them in, will you?"
"Of course Daddy," Luna giggled, her confusion allayed by her father's assurances.
Xeno had only moments to steel himself before Luna led the three men into his office. The three were all showing their age, but they also moved in a manner that suggested that their skills were unaffected by the passage of time.
"Thank you, Luna," Lovegood said with a wide smile for the light of his life. "I believe my friends and I have some bothersome business to discuss, why don't you run along?"
"Getting lost for a while," Luna giggled again. "Message understood, Daddy."
The door closed as the girl left the room. Xeno's manner changed, gone was the slightly mad man, in his place was someone else.
"Thank you for coming," he said, his dialect shifting from that of a resident of Cornwall to that of a resident from somewhere in the area of Boston in the United States. "You're looking good fellas."
"What they hell, Murdock?" The large black man asked. "You're English now?"
"I've always been English, BA," Xeno laughed as he hugged the man. "I was born Xenophilius Lovegood, in this very house, and only took on the name Murdock when I joined the Army on a lark."
"You're looking… good," The tallest of the three visitors said hesitantly.
"As are you Templeton," Xeno said as he took the man's hand shaking it firmly. "And you Colonel… It's especially good to see you."
John 'Hannibal' Smith took his old friend's hand with a look of confusion on his face. "What's going on Murdock? You've hardly aged a day, and you've got a daughter? At our age, we should have great grandchildren. What is all this?" He asked gesturing around the room.
"Please, everyone take a seat," Xeno said, gesturing widely. "I've got a favor to ask."
Howling
"Now let me get this straight…" BA Baracus said in an uncharacteristically quiet tone, "You're a wizard?"
"I am," Xeno nodded. "Seriously, how else could you explain how we got out of some of our adventures? When I had no other choice, I did a little magic to save our lives."
"Without the examples," Templeton 'Face' Peck said quietly, still staring at the live goat chewing on the left cuff of his tailored slacks, a goat that had been a footstool just a few moments before, "I'd have suspected that you had snuck out of the hospital without your meds again."
"You didn't call us out here to discuss your life," Hannibal noted, "or to show us magic tricks. What's going on, Captain?"
A sad smile crossed the wizard's lips. "No one has called me Captain for years. Simply put Gentlemen, I need your help. Magical Britain faces with a horror, a dark wizard who intends to purge all that is good and happy from this land, and the government is choosing to look the other way as the madman kills innocents. The only ones standing up to him are a collection of schoolchildren, with whom my daughter has aligned herself. I fear for her life, I truly do."
"I haven't hit another man in almost twenty five years," BA rumbled from his chair, "but I still pity the fool who would hurt that sweet little girl."
A/N: From here, I have no idea where it would go. The trick would be having the Death Eaters lock the boys in a warehouse full of tools and spare parts so that they could do their thing, and end up firing thousands of rounds at the Death Eaters without actually hitting anyone.
As always, free to a good home.