Book One: Terrier
-A Harry Potter Fanfiction-
Author: Marcielle's Musings
Summary:
In a world where magical and muggle live together, the Provost's Auror Dogs protect and uphold the law within Hogwarts' capital city. Harry Evans is one of their newest trainees – a Puppy wet behind the ears but eager to learn. But Harry will have to learn faster than he bargained for because he's been assigned to Knockturn District, Republic City's toughest and most dangerous district. It is filled with pickpockets who are as fast as lightning, rogues who will knock your teeth out or curse out your spleen with a smile, vampires and werewolves with a taste for human flesh and murderers that can't be seen or heard. In the constant battle for Knockturn District's streets and alleyways, Harry will have to use his head and his own strange brand of magic if he wants to survive.
This is the beginning of Harry's story, his legend and his legasy...
A/N: If you haven't guessed already, this is a Harry Potter and Beka Cooper Crossover. However this fanfiction won't be like any normal crossover; it will have the general plot of Beka Cooper but the characters of Harry Potter. I hope you enjoy this fanfiction and are inspired to read Beka Cooper: Terrier by the lovely Tamora Pierce if you haven't already.
Now, while I would love to jump straight into the story a few things have to be mentioned first. Within Beka Cooper there is an entirely different language (lingo) spoken, that while it is English some words aren't the same. There are also many grammar and spelling mistakes that ARE ON PURPOSE! because the people within the Knockturn District (Lower City within the book) are not the most educated people on the planet. In fact, many of them aren't educated at all other than what their parents teach them.
Prologue
From the Journal of
Mistress Lily Evans,
Mother of Harry Evans,
Resident of Lord Provost's House,
Palace Way and Ministry Way,
Republic City, The Realm of Hogwarts
Novembur 13, 240 H.E.
My hart is the betur for this day. When my Harry told me the snakes talked to him I feerd he was mad. I feerd my lady wood lok him up as my lady dos not lyk Harry. Harry mayks my lord lyk being a komun Dog to much.
I thot to take Harry to my husbands mother. Granny Black wood no if ther was madness in his blud. So I tuk Harry ther today and left the little ones with Molly.
Harry had meat skraps in his pokets and fed snakes all the way to Klover Lane. He says the snakes say where people was killed, robbed or kidnapped. I feerd somwon ov Provosts Hows wood see the meat and say he stole it.
Wen I told Granny Black why we come Granny laffd.
He is no mor mad than me, she says. Harry has the magikal Gift. Tho som say its not the Gift exakly. Its not biddebel. You hav it or you don't. Harrys father had it and his older sister and unkl befor him.
I sayd a prayr to the Godess. My baybi boy is not mad. Gifted is not good but its beter than mad.
Granny Black mayd Harry cleen her hows. Harry was coverd in dust. Granny Black told him, You can tickl the magik a bit. You need to, boy. Elswys the snakes will dryv you mad with tawk you only heer part way. Snake cary tawk of anythin and evrythin they heer. Them as died sudden, them dowsd for the coper in theyr pokets, them as had biznis to do, them as got merderd, them as got robbed Harry says.
Snakes are the Trykster Gods mesingers, Granny says. They gathr gosip and informashon abowt the world to pass on to the God. And they talk. Som ov what they say is useful, Harry. Thats why you must lern how to heer theyr voyses. Hav you herd othr voyses, Harry? On street corners mayhap?
I dont no, says Harry.
Lets go see, says Granny.
We finishd cleening ferst bekaus Harry didnt finish by himself. Then Granny took us to a street corner but two bloks frum her hows. A dust spyner was ther, spyning leevs and dirt arownd and abowt lyk a small wirlwind.
Yore fathr namd it Hasfush, Granny says. Or told us his name is Hasfush. Hes one ov the dust spynrs that nevur goes away. Step in and lissen Harry.
Harry nevr argus with Granny Black. Onli with me. Into the spynr he walkd.
What if he choaks? I askd.
He wont, says Granny. He haz the Natrl Gift. Natrl magik in the ayr, grownd, watr and from animals is drawn to him.
The dust spynr got small. Harry came owt evn mor ov a mess then he was befor.
I hav to wash him, I says. My lady will hav a fit.
Harry lookd at Granny Black. Hasfush is alive he says. He told me everything he hurd. Then he got happi.
Next tyme bring him dirt frum othr parts ov the citee, Granny Black says. Yer fathr sayd he lykd that. Lilly, send him to me in the afternoon. I wil teech Beka how to heer the beests and the dust spynrs and how to do som Natrl magik. Its writ down in a book ov the famlee.
He can taym it and yuse it. The listning, speeking and magik. He isnt mad says Granny.
I was so afeerd for my Harry. I know I wil die frum this rot in my chest. My childrun must mayk theyr own way then. Harry wil hav the hardist tyme. He was in Nokturn Distrikt for to long. Magik wil help. Evun frends that ar snakes and street wind and durt wil help.
-Lily Evans-
From the Journal of
Kingsley Shacklebolt,
Provost's Auror,
Resident of Rowan's Lodgings,
Botts Street, Diagon Alley District
Republic City, The Realm of Hogwarts
November 13, 244 H.E.
Tonight my lord Dumbledore took Tonks and me to supper at The Golden Goose. It was his way of thanking us for bringing down Bloody Barty – a cracknobed dark wizard. (I would have done more than hobble him and bring him for a court sentence. The scummer would rob a couple at wand-point, kill the man with the killing curse and then rape the woman while her man was lying there stone-cold dead in the dirt.)
It was our third supper at The Golden Goose. Me and Tonks could never afford the place on our own, but when we wind up big cases, we get a fine dinner there with my lord. So the wine was flowing well and there was brandy after supper. We were all feeling good and Tonks asks the thing we both always wanted to know: how did my lord manage to hobble the notorious Gellert Grindelwald and his followers six years back? Grindelwald was one of the most powerful and dangerous dark wizards ever to roam the streets of Republic City. Originally born and trained in Durmstrang, he greatly opposed the unification of the magical and muggle worlds within Hogwarts and made plans to create a world in which muggles would be subservient to the magical population instead of equals. In his quest for support and power he and his followers went about stealing from and attacking muggles all across Republic City. There was even talk that His Majesty was looking for a new Lord Provost. Then suddenly there was Grindelwald and his followers in magic-suppressing chains, my lord with new estates awarded by the King, and the Vice Provost transferred to a command on the Durmstrang border.
"What stories did you hear?" my lord asks with that ever present eye-twinkle glimmering merrily, like he knows a very good joke.
We tell the ones we heard most. One of Grindelwald's female followers caught her man with someone else. A palace mage lowered himself to Dog work to get revenge on Grindelwald and his followers for murdering his muggle wife and child. Grindelwald had killed some duke's muggle wife and child and the duke paid for the mages himself.
My lord starts a-laughing and guffawing into his beard. "None of those are right," he says. "It was a little boy, only eight years old."
I look at my glass of brandy. "This stuff is better than the swill I'm used to," I say. "I could've swore you said Grindelwald and his followers got took down by an eight-year-old."
My lord nodded and says, "He took against one of them. He was living with his mama. When he found out his mama had lung rot, he cursed her and beat her up and took all she had of value. The boy Dogged him. Dogged him like you two would do it, kept out of his sight. If he lost him, he would just found him later at one of his favourite places."
"How'd he know the scummer would be worth all that work?" Tonks wanted to know. "Why not just stick a knife in him or curse him if he's got the magic?"
My lord says, "The bastard of a dark wizard gave the boy's mama jewellery he couldn't have come by honestly, then he took it back when he left."
"Yeah," Tonks says, "the boy's got to be from the Cesspool. Those Cesspool little ones know what kind of baubles belong down there and what don't."
My lord goes on. "So Harry – that's his name, Harry Evans – finally Dogs the dark wizard all the way back to where he met up with his mates. He spies on them and realises that he had found the lair of Grindelwald and his followers. Then he goes to his nearest Dog, only this Dog doesn't believe him."
Tonks mutters, "Probably Day Watch." My partner thinks the only Dogs worth bothering with work are the Evening Watch like us.
My lord says, "So Harry goes to his kennel to try to tell them what he found, but they laugh at him. He even tried to tell my Vice Provost. He had the little boy tossed onto the street. The ducknob thought Harry was trying to witch him. Harry is no wizard, but he has these emerald-like eyes. When he's angry, it's like looking into the face of two killing curses. He was well and truly angry by then. It's unnerving in a little boy, but he can't help the colour of his eyes. So one day I'm riding through the Daymarket and this mite of a child grabs my Fawkes by the bridle. You know Fawkes – he doesn't like surprises. I almost drew my wand on him before I saw he was a child and how Fawkes calmed down and began to croon when the boy talked to him. He was telling me if I wanted to catch Grindelwald and his followers, I'd best listen to him. My Vice Provost looks ready to curse the boy. Meanwhile, I feel like I'm looking into the eyes of a thousand-year-old ghost or death itself. Unlike my Vice Provost, I'm not spooked. I listen to him. And he does it. He gives me the hiding place of Grindelwald and his followers. Then the little mite thinks he can just disappear, but I know a trick or two of my own. I track him until I find his home and family. The Evans are living in my household now."
"Meaning no disrespect, my lord, but why?" I ask. "A handful of Galleons shows you're grateful."
My lord shakes his head. "A mother with lung rot, and my best medi-wizards and witches say she can't be helped. It's too far along. Five bright, promising little ones – Harry is the oldest. All in some Mutt Piddle Lane midden. The mother's a hedgewitch and a herbalist on her good days, but those are going to run out. I'd begun to worry that Harry was already learning to steal and maybe learning some dark magic. His Majesty was about to find a new Provost and fire me. I owed that little death-eyed mite. Harry Evans saved me from disgrace. I think he'll make a good Dog when he's old enough. His little brothers and sisters will do well in the world if given the chance and his mother will die in comfort. I believe in thanking the gods for saving my position." My lord raises his glass. "I love being Lord Provost."
We raise ours. "We're glad to have you," Tonks says, her pink hair flashing. "Who else takes notice of the real Dogs to do the work?"
Now I can't get that story out of my head. Dogging a cove like that when he was only eight. I hope that if the boy does go for the Provost's Auror Guard that he doesn't think he knows all there is to know about what we do. He'll quit soon enough if he does. I hope my lord doesn't build him that way. He'll die of boredom and wash out before he's been in the work for a month. Or he'll think because he did it once, and did it when he was young, that he knows it all. Then he'll just get himself killed, and maybe any other Dog who are with him, too.
-Kingsley Shacklebolt-
A/N: I hope you like the Prologue for this Beka Cooper/Harry Potter crossover. Now before you all start complaining about horrible spelling and grammar... This fanfiction is written in the same writing style of the Beka Cooper books (bad spelling and grammar too) therefore, if you think that it will be too large of an issue for you to deal with, then feel free to stop reading.
However, all I ask is that you read chapter one before/if you quit reading this fanfiction because Harry is a much better writer than his mother and Kingsley Shacklebolt.
Feel free to click the review button and tell me what you think!
-Marcielle-