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Harry stood by the window in the empty squad room. He was staring out at the cloudy sky. The clouds looked ominous. It wouldn't take a genius to conclude a storm was coming, but what kind of a storm would it be?

"I still can't believe we're in." Harry looked at Angela in the reflection of the window. She was at the desk searching for Constantine's file on the computer. "I shouldn't be here. Weiss suspended me because of emotional involvement."

"A simple disillusionment charm." Harry explained and focused on the outside again. "They don't even know we're here. And before you even ask-…" Harry stopped her and Angela's eyes met his in his image reflected in the mirror. "They won't come in here. I placed a Diversion Charm on the door. If someone tries to get in they'll suddenly feel the need to go to the toilet." His eyes focused on the storm again as Angela's returned to the screen.

Harry's frown deepened. His magic was shifting under his skin and there was a foul taste in his mouth. All his senses were running wild and he felt like there was a panther in him itching to crawl out of his skin.

He didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.

His instincts were telling him to pack his things, grab Angela and run away from this town. 'I'll call Hermione once we get home,' he thought, 'she'll know what to do.'

"The results from Interpol just came in." It felt like he broke water surface when Angela spoke up and almost jumped around.

"What does it say?" he asked and hoped Angela hadn't noticed his jumpiness. She gave him a pointed glare and Harry shook his head. Angela shook her head with a sigh, but looked back at the monitor without pushing the issue.

"He has at least a hundred parking violations, several speeding tickets and a few reckless endangerments." She read with a raised eyebrow and Harry's lips pulled into a thin line. "In fact his license was revoked." Harry huffed and pushed himself away from the wall he was leaning on.

"Serves him right; must be why he's driving around in a cab." He grumbled. "Is there anything else?" he asked as he walked over to look at the screen as well.

"A few paper articles." Angela muttered and scrolled down. "'Occult activity on the rise', 'Claimed possession is refuted by Bishop', 'Satanic cult dissolved'." Angela's eyebrows met the line of her hair. "There are a few pictures too." Harry frowned as Angela enlarged the pictures.

Blood patterns on a wall, odd symbols burned into a ceiling, a Cross burned to a crisp.

"Can we see all the cities where he acted?" Harry asked and Angela nodded. A list of cities where John made waves was opened and Angela scrolled until they reached L.A. and found the address. She tossed him a sideways smirk and Harry's lips twitched.

Angela hit the print icon and stood up when all of a sudden the phone on the table started ringing. Angela moved to answer it but Harry grabbed her right elbow with his right hand, and shook his head. That feeling came back with a vengeance, and Angela felt her heart skip a beat when she saw Harry's eyes darken to pitch black. He picked up the phone and answered it.

"L.A.P.D. This is Agent Weiss, how can I help you?" Angela glared at him disapprovingly, but Harry just looked away. All he got from the other side was dead silence. A moment later another phone rang and he placed the phone down only for it to ring again. A second later another phone started ringing, and then another. The rings hopped phone to phone in a kind of intimidating mockery.

"Stay calm!" Harry snapped when Angela started to panic. He took her right hand in his left, and pulled her closer, ready to disapparate at a moment's notice. A moment later the ringing stopped and the pressure dissolved, and Angela looked at Harry's face with confusion in her eyes when she felt him breathe out. She could feel how tense he was; how coiled his muscles were. The grip he had on her hand was almost painful.

"Stay still." Harry muttered softly although his voice was laced with steel, and Angela knew this was Harry in his own business mode. The Unspeakable was out. The expression on his face made her shiver. She understood now what Hermione meant when she said Harry was not only respected by his fellow agents, but he was feared as well.

His once green eyes were black, and Angela could actually feel something crawling under his skin. She exhaled and tried to stop the tremors that shook her body, but failed.

"Come." Harry pressed out through his teeth, and together they moved over to the printer. Harry let go of Angela and ripped the page from the printer before he gestured for Angela to follow him. "Let's go." Angela nodded sharply and followed him out. When they got out of the room, Harry grabbed her right forearm with his left hand and tugged her along.

His back was straight, and Angela couldn't stop staring at the back of his head.

This was the Unspeakable.

This was the Savior of the Wizarding world.

And even though she was glad to have him on her side, she was also slightly frightened.

It was as though she could see an Aura of Darkness around Harry, and she could finally understand why the Wizarding World not only respected and celebrated Harry, but feared him as well.

She was starting to understand why no one in the Wizarding Government dared go against Harry.

He didn't live off of his fame.

He was a man to be reckoned with.

He was a Warrior, a Protector; a man who struck fear in the hearts of those who did wrong.

And Angela finally understood.

And she was grateful for having him as a friend.

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"Maybe he's not home." Angela suggested when no one answered the door after Harry pressed the doorbell for the fifth time.

"He's home." He bit out and Angela shivered. This Harry was very different from the one she was used to. He was cold, calculating and straight-to-the-point, forceful and imposing in a way not many men or women were.

He abandoned the bell and banged his right fist against the door three times sharply, and Angela jumped in her place.

"Constantine, we know you're in there! Open the door or I'll open it for you!" Harry snapped and Angela stopped herself from taking a step back. Harry looked at her and his eyebrows jumped on his forehead. "Sorry." He muttered when he saw the wary shine in her eyes. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

"I'm not afraid of you." Harry snorted at that.

"I know how I can be when I'm angry, Angela. Don't lie to me." He drawled and Angela sighed.

"It's alright now." She assured him, and Harry nodded. He knocked again and growled when no one answered.

"Constantine! Don't fuck with me!" he snapped and Angela almost giggled when she heard how cursing sounded with Harry's profound British accent. They heard shuffling behind the door and Angela shot Harry a pointed glance.

Harry shrugged and moved to stand behind her while Angela took his place in front of the door a moment before it opened, and she had to tilt her head back to be able to look up in John Constantine's blank, brown eyes.

"Mr. Constantine?" she asked and those eyes looked her over. Suddenly she felt extremely underrated. She cleared her throat and stood straighter, assured that Harry was right behind her.

"Mr. Constantine, I saw you at-…"

"I remember." He interrupted her and she felt a nerve beside her right eye twitch.

"And-…"

"Yeah?" he interrupted her again and she could have sworn she heard Harry growl.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions." She pressed out through her teeth, and John rolled his eyes. He looked bored out of his mind and utterly uninterested.

"I'm not really in the talking mood right now," he said. A second later she felt an imposing figure behind her and John's eyes traveled up. She almost felt sorry for the man, because if shivers were passing down her spine when she wasn't even facing Harry, she didn't want to be the one looking at him. She saw the corner of John's lips twitch and suppressed a smirk.

"Could you just listen then?" she asked and John looked down at her before he looked back at Harry. "Please?" she implored and showed him her badge. John looked at it and a moment later he sighed and moved to the side.

"Always a catch." He grumbled and closed and locked the door when they entered.

He followed them in and eyed Harry from head to toe. A moment ago the man seemed somehow larger. John knew a cop when he saw one and this man screamed 'law enforcement'. There was also something strange about him. When he passed beside John a strange scent tickled his senses. A scent he never smelled unless he was somewhere in a forest. It was the scent of nature; potent, but not overbearing.

He was not an eyesore either. On the contrary, John found the younger man quite attractive.

"Mr. Constantine, I am Angela Dodson." She said. John hummed uncaringly and lit a cigarette before he nodded his head in Harry's direction.

"And your partner?" he asked and puffed out a cloud of smoke. Angela and Harry exchanged a glance and Harry looked at John with unreadable emerald eyes.

"Harry Potter, British Special ops. Not a partner." John raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "A friend." He grunted and John looked at Angela again. There was just something about the shorter man that made him unable to look at him for long. It felt like the man knew everything about him, and his out-worldly emerald eyes seemed to see right through him to his soul with something akin to accusation.

"Why are you here?" John asked.

Angela looked at Harry and received a shrug for her effort. She sighed and looked back a John who took a seat at a table.

"My sister was murdered last week." Angela said and John huffed.

"Sorry to hear that." John muttered and Angela frowned at him.

"Her name was Isabel. Isabel Dodson?" she pushed, hoping for any kind of reaction only to receive a blank expression. "You don't remember her?"

"Never met her." John drawled and Angela sighed.

"You sure?" Harry spoke up from behind her, and Angela and John looked at him. Angela frowned when she saw the troubled expression on Harry's face. He seemed bothered by something.

And boy, was he. The whole place was filled with something heavy. The scent of death here was almost overbearing, but it was somewhat covered by the heavy atmosphere of something unnatural.

"I would have remembered her if she looked anything like her." John answered and nodded his head in Angela's direction, but his eyes never left Harry's. That feeling came back full force and John had to look away focusing his dull stare on Angela instead.

"She was a patient at Ravenscar. She committed suicide last Tuesday." Angela said and her voice wavered. John frowned.

"I thought you said she was murdered?"

"Isabel would never take her own life." Angela stated in full conviction and John huffed.

"You'd be surprised at what people would do." John muttered and knocked back a glass of gin.

Harry looked at the man who placed the glass on the table beside another glass. The air within the down turned glass was gray and Harry saw a spider trapped within in. He frowned and looked at John.

'What a bitter man.' He thought. 'A sad, bitter man.'

"Look, I know I'm not making much sense." Angela sighed and looked at Harry for support. "I just feel - the circles you travel in- the occult, demonology, exorcisms-…" she let go of a frustrated huff and ran her fingers through her hair, "I believe someone got to her, Mr. Constantine" She stressed out. "Maybe someone brainwashed her into stepping off that roof; some kind of legion or cult." John huffed and rolled his eyes as he sat back in his chair.

"Sounds like a theory." He said and stood up to light another cigarette after he put the first one out. "Good luck." He mumbled around it. Angela looked at Harry in desperation and Harry pushed himself away from the wall he's been leaning on.

"We're here because we believe you could point us in the right direction, since you're the one with experience." He said and John looked at him again. That look in the shorter man's eyes was quite frustrating. It was like he not only knew, but he was also blaming him for giving up so easily and John didn't like the feeling of guilt that gripped his heart.

"Yeah, sure." John pointed at the door of his apartment, and almost smirked when he saw the spark of annoyance light up in Harry's eyes.

"Mr. Constantine," Angela jumped in when she saw that Harry was about to curse the man, "you have to understand that my sister was highly religious. She strongly believed that heaven was waiting for her and therefore wasn't afraid of dying. That's why I believe she didn't kill herself. Because if she did-…"

"She would have committed a mortal sin and her soul would have gone straight to Hell, where it would never feel love, or compassion, or anything but pain again, as the master himself rips her apart over and over for the rest of eternity." John recited and Angela stared at him speechless. "That about right?" he asked and immediately regretted it when he saw Angela's eyes fill with pain.

Harry felt the incredible need to physically hit the man. Magic was too good for him. If anyone were to ask Harry, the man was in need of a good beating.

John looked at him and Harry saw the wish to take back what he said. Harry saw Angela shift in her place and noted she was ready to leave.

"Go. I'll meet you at home." He told her and she nodded sullenly. Before she left she stopped in the doorway and looked at John again.

"You're not the only one afraid of Hell, Mr. Constantine." She whispered and left with the door closing behind her. Harry looked at John and the taller man barely suppressed a shiver.

"How familiar are you with hidden societies, Mr. Constantine?" Harry asked as he crossed his arms over his chest and stood firmly in his place.

John frowned and swallowed with some difficulty as he tried to keep eye-contact with the other man. He had met a number of dangerous men in his life, but Harry Potter was unlike anyone he had previously encountered. The man didn't look like much, but there was an underlying current of raw power hidden beneath the surface.

"In my line of work I meet all sorts of people." Harry hummed at his answer and lightly shifted his weight.

"Was one of them a wizard or a witch perhaps?"

To inexperienced ears Harry would sound completely unconcerned and at ease.

But John wasn't inexperienced.

He wasn't a fool either.

Harry Potter was looking at him with so much knowledge in his eyes that it made John uncomfortable; and he didn't like feeling uncomfortable in front of anyone, especially a stranger.

He could feel Harry's power. He could feel it shifting and twisting around the smaller man like an invisible current. The air around him smelled fresh and pure, and his eyes were glimmering with something not often seen in humans.

"I've run into a wizard once or twice." John muttered and Harry nodded.

"Good; then you have at least a basic knowledge of our abilities." John nodded sharply.

"Mr. Constantine-…" Harry hesitated as though he was looking for the right words, "In my world - where I come from, I am what you would call a member of the Special Ops. I have been working for them for five years, undergone many gruesome trainings and seen things many wizards three times my age haven't."

He let his hands fall to his sides and John's eyes strayed to them as Harry turned his back on him and walked over to the window. He clenched and unclenched his hands several times before he turned around to face John again, and the frown on his face made a shiver run down John's spine.

"Be it God, be it Destiny, be it Chance, I am gifted in several things. I have exceptionally sharp instincts and I am very in touch with my surroundings. I never met Isabel and this is only the second time I've spent time with Angela, but when I was at Ravenscar I felt something there; and trust me when I tell you that it was evil."

John pressed his teeth tightly together and shifted his jaw as Harry licked his lips before he spoke up again.

"Now I don't know, and to be perfectly honest I don't really care what goes through your head. It's perfectly human to be afraid of death. It's perfectly human to feel desperate and wish to escape everything."

John looked in Harry's eyes and saw incredible pain in them; old pain and deep scars.

'He knows.' He thought, and his guts filled with lead as Harry's eyes flashed with painful memories.

"But it is also perfectly human to help others. In the eyes of whatever higher power there is, that is our only way to redemption." Harry said and knew he hit a chord in John. The contemplating, thoughtful frown on the man's face told him enough.

In the next moment Harry choked up and every muscle in his body coiled. Harry felt a pressure settle over him and his gut tightened. It felt like someone stuffed cotton in his ears and he almost fell to his knees.

John's words caught up in his throat when he saw that Wizard pale and his eyes grow dull as he held his breath. His eyes widened and he froze in his place when winged shadows passed outside his apartment, and the sound of wings and high-frequency screeches broke the silence.

"Oh shit," he spat out and his eyes met Harry's before he looked at the spider. He heaved a suffering sigh and walked over to the table where he put out his almost untouched cigarette and, almost in second thought, flipped over the glass. "We have to hurry." He grabbed his coat off of the back of the chair, pulled it on and ran out of the apartment, and the hurried footsteps behind him assured him that Harry was hot on his trail.

'Somehow, I just know I'm gonna regret this.'

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"Detective!" Angela almost jumped out of her skin when John Constantine called for her. She turned around and saw the man running towards her with Harry right behind him.

"Mr. Constantine-…"

"How open is your mind?" Angela was taken aback by the question, but a reassuring nod from Harry helped her get over it. She frowned when she saw that he was pale, and that he was somewhat unsteady on his feet, but when he shook his head at her, she knew that this was no time to ask him about it.

"Pretty open, all things considered." She said. One had to be pretty open-minded when they had a witch for a cousin.

John nodded and kept on walking. Angela may have not noticed the shadows closing in on them (he wasn't so sure about Harry) but he did, and he didn't like it at all.

"Do you believe in Heaven and Hell?" he heard a snort from Harry and a muttered 'yes' from Angela. "How about what comes out of each?"

"You mean like angels?" Angela asked and Harry had to suppress another huff.

"And demons." John added and Angela stopped in her tracks followed by Harry. John sighed, stopped and turned around to look at them, seemingly annoyed by their skeptical countenances. "See? You don't have the mindset for this kind of work." He muttered and fished through his pockets for a pack of cigarettes, suppressing a groan when he realized his left them at his apartment.

"Look, Mr. Constantine-…" Angela sighed.

"John." He corrected her as he focused his attention on her.

"John." Angela stressed out and shot him through with a pointed, cynical stare. "I see terrible things every day. A mother drowns her baby, a ten-year-old shoots his father; but it's not demons. It's the evil that men do." The moment Angela said that a street light blinked out, with another one following close behind, and neither she nor John saw Harry looking around with a frown on his face. His fingers twitched as he held back from grabbing his wand.

"Guys." He called, but the two were locked in a stare-down, ignoring him completely in favor of facing each other off.

"You're right, we're capable of terrible things but we usually justify it with motives like money and power and jealousy." John spoke up and Angela rolled her eyes with a huff.

"Guys." Harry tried more firmly when the air started to fill with that stench again, and the street lamps in their close proximity started to blink on and off.

"Then sometimes, something comes along and gives us just the right nudge and we do truly evil things just for the kick of it." John looked deep in Angela's eyes and she frowned at him when she saw no lies in his brown orbs.

"Angy!" Harry snapped with urgency when a light uncomfortably close to them blinked out. He took a careful step closer to them, trying to gain their attention.

"I don't believe in demons." Angela stated firmly and John snorted as he pushed his hands in the pockets of his coat.

"You should." He assured her and Angela frowned.

"Angela!" Harry cried out.

"They believe in us."

"CHILDREN!" both looked at Harry in time to see another light close to them blink out. One more was frizzling already. Angela frowned when she saw that Harry was breathing difficultly, and a thin layer of sweat made his messy fringe cling to his forehead.

"Harry?" she took a step closer to him in worry, but Harry looked at John with a worried frown.

"What the-…" John frowned as he looked around.

"John?" Harry spoke as he slowly walked closer, putting Angela between himself and John.

"We should go." John swallowed difficultly and grabbed Angela's left forearm in his right hand.

"I dare say that's the best idea you've had in a while!" Harry pressed out through his teeth and grabbed Angela's right arm in his left hand when he got close enough.

"RUN!" John broke into a run pulling Angela and Harry along towards the still lit streetlamps. One by one they blinked out behind them and the growling was coming closer followed by a bone-chilling howl that came from somewhere in the night.

"There!" John shouted and pulled Angela towards the safety of a brightly lit statue of the Holy Mother. They turned their backs on it and Harry pushed Angela behind himself. John stood beside him, and raised an eyebrow when a long, intricately designed wand slipped out from Harry's right sleeve and into his hand.

"What is that?!" Angela breathed out, and Harry moved backwards closer to her.

"Sounds like wings." Harry spoke in a tight, strained voice, and the air around him frizzled with wild, raw magic. His whole body was cramping up as a huge pressure settled on him, and his stomach felt like clawed hands were trying to dig their way out. He could hardly stand straight, his heart was beating loudly in his ears, and he felt as though he was slowly diving under water.

"They are." John spoke almost uncaringly.

"Wings?" Angela's voice broke and Harry glanced at John as he tried to calm his heartbeat and breathing.

"And talons, maybe." John stated casually as he rummaged through the pockets in his coat. The light behind them was getting dimmer and dimmer.

"Are you kidding?! Of what?!" Angela cried out. She was more than frightened and it was clear in her voice.

"Constantine." Harry growled warningly as he cast quick glances at the dimming light.

"Something that's not supposed to be here." John mumbled. A moment later he let out a triumphant 'a-ha!' and wrapped a cloth around his fist. The circle of light got smaller and smaller and the three drew closer together. The movements and the growling grew steadily louder and Harry found it hard to breathe as the air filled with that god-awful stench and the pressure grew, almost pushing him down on his knees. His instincts screamed at him to shift and run away, but he couldn't leave the two there.

He looked to the side and saw John take out a strange lighter.

"Close your eyes." He warned them as the light turned dimmer.

"Why?" Angela squeaked as the light turned off completely and the sound and the growling stilled threateningly.

"Suit yourself." John muttered and a moment later a bright light lit the night, causing Harry to almost choke on his own breath. Creatures he has never seen before - creatures fit for the scariest of nightmares - reptilian-like, winged demons were all around them and they looked ready to pounce.

Mere moments later they were all were gone as the light burned the demons until there was nothing left, and Harry could only gaze at John in wonder as the man huffed and extinguished the light. Moments later the streetlights turned back on and Harry could finally breathe again, although his breaths came in short and fast as though he just ran a mile.

"'I accidentally crossed over?'" John chuckled, "I don't think so." He mumbled, and both he and Harry turned to look at Angela when the sound of retching reached them.

"What-…" she gasped out, "What was that? I saw wings and - and teeth! They were flying! What the hell were those things?! And - and what is this god-awful stench?!"

"Sulfur." John stated. "You get used to it." He looked at Harry and for a moment the wizard thought he saw shock and specks of worry in the other man's eyes.

"What were those things?" Harry grunted, still unable to calm down.

"They weren't angels." John said and looked around. He looked back at Harry and saw that the man managed to get a grip over himself. John didn't see a speck of fear in Harry's eyes, but the wizard looked as though he just faced his worst nightmare. He was pale, and his tight clothes did nothing to hide his coiled muscles. Harry looked like he was either ready to pounce or break into a run.

"They were demons." Harry stated and John nodded.

"Saplavites; scavengers for the damned."

"You can't be serious!" Angela breathed out with wide eyes and disbelief written all over her face.

"I haven't been this serious in a while, lady. And I don't think they were after me." He shot her through with a pointed stare.

"Who do you think they were after?" Angela asked and looked at Harry. The wizard snorted, wiped his brow with the back of his hand and looked at John. The older man shot him a glance before he looked at Angela again.

"Tell me, lady," he started, "you really believe your sister wouldn't commit suicide?"

"Never." Angela said and Harry nodded.

"Well, there's only one way to be completely sure." John said and started to walk away.

"How?" Harry and Angela asked at the same time, and John looked at them over his right shoulder.

"See if she's in Hell."

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John's a right bastard, ain't he?