Lock, Stock and a Trunk of Grace
Darksider82
HP/Supernatural x-over
Harry/Jo Harvelle
I own nothing save this plot
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Harry swung his legs out of bed revealing the fact he was only clad in boxers, with a flick of his wrist his jeans shot towards his legs and he wriggled them on.
"Demons and massive demonic possession...From what I remember we didn't encounter just black eyed demons but we also fought blue and a white eyed demon."
Ellen's eyes widened "Strengths? Weaknesses? Anything vital?" She questioned if their were more demons than black eyed ones the Hunter Network needed to know.
"Black eyesm from what I could tell they were the rank and file of demonic hordes, don't like iron, salt or holy water and they especially hate exorcisms and demonic traps. Enhanced strength, endurance standard Supernatural encounters...Blue eyed demons from what I could tell they're bodyguard demons...Iron no real effect neither was rock salt or holy water able to use telekinesis no idea about Devil traps. Exorcisms are a possibility but you're going to need some older exorcisms and as for the white eyed demon; Lilith likes possessing children. Best start running as nothing works on her."
"How did you get away?" Asked Ellen curiously.
"Constantine with his Cloth grade salt gun, my advice if it comes to any demons that aren't black eyed, run like hell is chasing you. That is the only way that you're going to survive them...Now am I aloud out of bed?"
Ellen nodded and pulled Harry to his feet "I like you Harry...I don't know why but I get the feeling I can trust you...If I can trust you which I find hard to do I can possibly trust you with Jo's life." She explained getting a nod from Harry.
Jo had made herself scarce the moment Ellen had entered the room, Teddy had burst into tears earlier on during his nap time and Ellen had been looking after the baby, she then realised why Teddy was crying; the boy had an exceptionally close bond with his guardian.
Teddy had stopped crying the moment Harry had come back only to start bawling again when Brian had brought Harry's body into the pub. Jo was bouncing Teddy on her knee when Harry staggered down stairs boots on and pulling on a baggy shirt "Hey Teddy, Jo...Date still on?"
Jo shook her head and grinned "You've got guts scaring me like that and then asking me for a date...But yes. Impress me." With that Jo flicked her hair back and stood up revealing her form fitting jeans and shirt "Am I alright? Do I need to get changed?"
Harry smirked "Nay you're fine. It's a simple first date with possibly a standard Supernatural date as well." Jo's eyes glistened.
"You mean a hunt?" She whispered excitedly.
"It's only a simple salt and burn, I investigate all my hunts. At most this'll be a vengeful ghost and at worst a housefull of poltergeists if its a house haunting." Harry said checking his two glocks and a twin knives.
"And if it isn't?"
"We run like hell and get some burgers after the film. It's film, burgers, hunt and then burgers again...Providing your mother agrees with me taking you out."
Ellen had entered the main area of the bar, she had entered during Harry's plan to take her daughter hunting. Considering the equipment she had to peel off his body to get him into bed a salt and burn would be simple enough for Jo to get her feet wet. The location Harry had found had been melenticulously researched by him so he had a very good idea of what to expect. "I know what you're planning with my daughter. I don't want her getting involved in hunting but if thats what she wants and I can verify the hunts she goes on with you I'm grudgingly accepting about it."
Jo grinned "Let's go...Let's go."
Harry and Jo headed out the bar, Harry opening the boot and lifting the interior of the trunk Jo's eyes widenedl; he had an arsenal of weaponry that rivalled Rufus Turner except that Harry had a nicer car.
Harry turned the engine over and the pair drove off as they headed into town Jo and Harry asked questions about each other and lives or rather Harry's before he came to America and started hunting.
They pulled up outside the movie theatre and pulled into the parking lot when Jo groaned "Oh shit Mark, Dennis and Colin...I didn't want to see them."
"Who are they?"
"Assholes who I attended school with and made the mistake of dating one of them." Jo explained as she got out of the car.
Then one of the boys looked up "Moving up in the world eh? Harvelle? What number bloke is this?"
"The bloke that would break your ribs without a second thought if you don't back off." Harry growled locking his car and walking over.
The three boys stared at Harry dumbly and reached into their pockets and pulled out little folding blades "We ain't afraid to gut you like a fish."
Harry snorted and reached inside his jacket and pulled his own the boys paled "Run." Harry whispered and the boys fled.
Harry stashed his knife in his forearm and placed several spells on it mainly so it wouldn't stand out and the pair slid in to watch something called Saw II the joys of having a fake ID.
To say the least Harry who had kicked in a Rugaru's door to gain access to it's basement freezer as the house had been converted from a slaughter house to find the remains of humans and humans hung up around the house; rushed into a Wendigo's den to find his godson who had used accidental magic to apparate into his car; the den was a similar state to the freezer except harder on the nose. The film had Harry faintly green around where his gills had been when he had used gillyweed.
Jo had found the film exceptionally disturbing but stuck it out when she realised that Harry also looked pretty ill. The film finished and the pair left the cinema in a seemingly controlled manner, Harry turned the corner and promptly sank to his knees throwing up the soda, cheesy nachos and m&m's he had bought in the cinema "Weak stomach to blood and guts?" Mocked Jo.
"Ever looked in a Wendigo den? Or a Rugaru's? Look in one of them and then watch that film." Growled Harry as he spat up a wad of phelgm.
The pair trudged back to Harry's car and Jo drove them to the nearest diner the pair entered the diner and Jo placed Harry in a chair. "What happened to you?" Asked a waitress curiously.
"Saw II reminded me of two rather sadistic situations I found myself in." Harry rasped "Your best burger and fries please two of them with three beers and a soda. Jo? What you having?"
"Southern Fried Chicken Burger and Fries with two beers and a soda."
"A lot of alcohol? You don't look old enough."
Harry pulled out his wallet "Inherited that gene from my tragically deceased parents...Jo doesn't look it because again genetics." Harry replied holding out his ID.
Jo was surprised at how much Harry could eat the first burger had disappeared within minutes shortly followed by the second the piles of fries were next to an impressive amount of tomato ketchup.
Harry downed four of the five beers "You're driving Jo." Jo nodded and the pair finished their beers and soda's before leaving the diner as they went trouble bit them in the ass.
"SOME PLEASE HELP!" Harry and Jo turned around to find a man stumbling out of his car, his family following in hot pursuit.
"What's the problem?"
"Our house…it's haunted. Our things are being moved around we are being slammed into walls. Hell it even killed our dog. We need help. We need God's help." Begged the man tears running down his face; Harry sighed.
"This was the hunt I researched it wasn't this bad when I checked." Harry whispered.
"Poltergeist? Vengeful ghost?" Asked Jo curiously making Harry gulp, he shook his head it couldn't possibly be that bad.
"What's your guess…" Harry turned to the man "…Of course we'll help. Let me get my car and you take us to the house and we can go from there."
"Won't god help us?" Begged the woman getting a groan from the teenaged son who looked the young hunters up and down.
"If there is a god…he probably isn't allowed to interfere with us…You guys really need to read your bible if you preach for god's help. We're possibly the best thing you're going to get."
"You two are blessed by the lord aren't you?" Questioned the man getting a shrug from Harry his face turned purple "What do you mean you don't know! It's a simple yes or no answer young man!"
Harry snapped and he pulled out a glock from his coat and pulled the hammer back "I…DO…NOT…KNOW…AS…I'M…AN…ORPHAN…Now me deciding to kill you is a simple question. You're running down the street screaming about a haunted house and my girlfriend and I graciously offer our services to deal with it and you immediately criticise and question us on our faith and upbringing? Now get in your bloody car and take us to the house and could someone tell me the history of the house." Harry growled putting his handgun back into his coat.
"Michael, I'll go with them…You take Ben and Grace with you."
"But Michelle they're…"
"They're volunteering to help us Michael and that is that." Snapped the newly named mother; soon enough Harry was in the drivers passenger seat listening as Michelle informed them about the house.
"It's an old 18th century house…It got demolished and then rebuilt during the American Revolution. My five times great grandmother bought the house and we've kept it in the family. However the problem with house is that there have been eighteen murders in the house, none of the bodies were cremated just chucked out into a ditch." Michelle explained getting a grunt from Harry.
"Ma'am you have to understand from what this sounds like you have a congregation of ghosts in the house…"
"Ghosts? You think its ghosts?"
"I specialise in this sort of thing ma'am…Now ghosts can become vengeful from time to time and that can be caused by a myriad of things from not liking how their descendants act, trapped because they cannot move on. As a result some transform into poltergeists. If it's a congregation of ghosts it's a simple job…vengeful spirits still relatively simple but a congregation of poltergeists well this is going to suck."
Michelle stared at the back of Harry's head "If its going to be too much…"
"It's not going to be too hard…what my boyfriend means is Poltergeists depending on their age can throw anything the size of a five year old child to a 4x4 on a whim…Apparently there was a poltergeist in Rwanda that threw several elephants."
By now the two cars had arrived at the manor house and Harry's eyes widened "It's a congregation all right. You've got about twenty of them in the house."
"What are you going to do?" Asked Ben nervously, Harry smirked and lifted the lid to the trunk and lifted up the underneath the bottom of the trunk.
"Hex bags, spades, petrol, salt, lighter, matches, salt guns, holy water, iron spikes." Harry murmured to himself as he pulled the stuff out of the trunk Grace's eyes widened.
Jo smirked "What now?" She asked curiously.
Harry handed her three spades, the petrol, salt and lighter "You, the kids and the parents are going to go salting and burning."
"You can't dig up our land!" Screamed Michael, Harry smirked and offered him an iron rail.
"Either help them or grab an iron rail and help me inside."
"What are you going to do?"
"Send them on…Now either be helpful or be useful."
"They're the same thing." Retorted Michael with a smirk.
"Helpful means you're going to help us. Useful means you're going to be bait. Help or be bait." Countered Harry a sadistic grin on his face, he loved messing the husband.
"What happens if I choose bait?" Asked Michael not liking Harry's twisted grin.
"You die." Harry finished with a shrug before heading to the house.
Jo handed her shovel to Michelle before heading into the house.
Harry and Jo entered the house when they were greeted by a chair and table flying at them with colossal speeds. "Protego maximus!" Whispered Harry and a powerful shield erupted from his hand deflecting the objects away.
"Do you have a plan?"
"Yeah a hole in all four walls and use an exorcism ritual...They say the bones of their ancestors are buried...They were cremated." Harry explained before he was thrown into the wall.
Jo screamed, drew her gun and fired several rounds into the on coming Poltergeists. "Jo, you can do it." Harry gurgled as several knives were levitated and brought into the living room.