Chris Carter and 1013 Productions own the X-Files. JK Rowling, Warner Brothers and Scholastic own Harry Potter. All I own is this story line, every Harry Potter DVD and a complete collection of X-Files DVD's. I wish I owned Fox Mulder.

A/N This story is set anytime during Sorcerers Stone through Prisoner of Azkaban of HP (although it contains information in all the books) and after X-Files episode "Emily", but before "Requiem".

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KNOCKTURN ALLEY

LONDON

It was late at night when the two muggles, a thirty something year old woman, and a man considerably older, entered The Leaky Cauldron. The woman seemed to know the place well; she nodded gravely to the bartender, then to a seedy-looking wizard sitting at a back corner table. The muggle man observed everything around him while giving the appearance of minding his own business. In any case, if he were uncomfortable in the unfamiliar surroundings, he hid it well.

At a nod from the woman, the seedy wizard slowly arose to his feet and slipped out the back door. The muggles followed him across a dingy little courtyard to the opposite wall, made entirely of brick. The wizard already had his wand out and was tapping bricks, seemingly at random, although he muttered to himself as he did it. The man watched carefully as the wall opened up into an archway that led to yet another street. The woman paid the wizard with a few gold coins, which were gratefully received, then she preceded the man through the arch.

"Stay with me and follow my lead. We're going to a rather rough part of town, but I know how to avoid trouble--I've come here often enough and I have friends..." With that, she speedily led the man through the streets and alleys until they emerged onto a dirty, narrow road, which to his experienced eyes had all the earmarks of seething criminal activity. A sign, which he could barely make out, read "Knockturn Alley".

They passed a few shops with dim, murky interiors, then the woman pulled him into an alley more dingy than Knockturn, and tapped lightly on a door he hadn't even seen.

The door opened a crack, and she whispered, "its Phoebe, let me in."

The door opened a little further and Phoebe entered, with the man following close behind. Then the door shut tight again and the man heard the click of a lock.

As the man's eyes adjusted to the dim light, the woman walked directly up to the wizard she knew was waiting for them. "I've brought him," she whispered.

"I still don't like this, Inspector Green. How are you so sure we can trust him?"

"I'm still not sure I can trust you, Mr. Malfoy. But you both want the same thing, don't you?"

At this point Lucius Malfoy looked over at the man, disliking the intense scrutiny he was receiving. Muggles were becoming more and more insolent as the years went by. The only reason he could tolerate Phoebe Green was because she had done her level best to shield the existence of the wizarding world from nutters like that Momento group headquartered in a muggle town situated too close to Hogwarts for his liking. But Lucius was under no illusions. She hadn't shielded his world out of any altruistic motives. Phoebe worked for Phoebe. But it was useful to have a muggle associate to call on.

"Can I leave you two alone now?" Phoebe asked him. Lucius looked down at her and nodded, and she headed towards the door.

"You have ten minutes, then I'll be back for you," she said to the man before she left.

The two men regarded each other silently for a moment, then the muggle reached into the inside breast pocket of his coat. Malfoy pulled out his wand and pointed it menacingly at the man, green sparks sputtering from the end.

"Is that supposed to frighten me?" The man said dryly as he pulled out a small flat case and flipped it open, selecting one cigarette and putting it in his mouth.

"I want to see your hands at all times," Malfoy replied.

The muggle shrugged, then flipped open a silver cigarette lighter. Cupping his hands around the end of the cigarette, he calmly lit up, then snapped the lighter shut. "Down to business," he said.

Lucius found the muggle's confident attitude extremely off-putting, but he plunged on ahead. "We have something that I understand will interest you."

"If you are referring to Agent Mulder and Agent Scully of the FBI, I already know. You have them somewhere working for you."

Malfoy seethed inwardly. Inspector Green wasn't supposed to have told this muggle. Malfoy wanted to dangle the prize in front of him himself. But it was typical of her, to pull something like this. "Inspector Green tells me you have a...connection to them. I assume that means you want them back."

"I would, but am I to understand that you're willing to go against the wishes of your superiors? I was led to believe your people invited them here. "

This muggle either knew or guessed too much. "Does that surprise you? Does everybody in your world agree on how things should be run all the time?" Malfoy asked.

"We're running out of time here," said the smoking muggle. "I believe we both want the same thing. For the agents to be as far away from your world as possible."

"And if I deliver them to you, what can you offer me in return?"

"For one thing, I'll keep quiet about all this," he replied, waving his cigarette in the air.

"I don't need your assurance of 'silence'. If you become a problem to us, I could have the problem eliminated."

The smoking man shrugged. "I already took certain precautions. If I fail to return, or return...damaged, there's a system in place to--well, let's just say you couldn't possibly erase every memory that would need to be erased. But you wouldn't need to resort to such measures anyway."

"And why is that?"

"Because I have some information I believe will be of interest to you."

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