Lock, Stock and a Trunk of Grace
Darksider82
HP/Supernatural x-over
Harry/Jo Harvelle
I own nothing save this plot
VI
Jo gulped when she saw the knives, she needed to act fast to save her boyfriend. But she was clamming up with shock "Don't panic...Whatever you do don't panic." She told herself, it was the first thing her mother had explained to her about hunting and that was hunting anything be it supernatural or buck.
"Harry's filled one wall in with the hexbags and I've done one. We need to do the wall he's trapped on and the wall in the kitchen." She told herself, she grabbed Harry's salt gun and fired it at the floating knives.
The rounds connected with four of the knives but the other two were hurled they nailed Harry to the wall both embedding in his hands making Harry groan in pain. Jo made her way to the wall where Harry was impaled and with a thump, the wall gave way and she shoved the hex bag in.
Suddenly Jo was slammed into the wall and strung up much like Harry, her shirt had been ripped with her fighting the poltergeists revealing a form fitting tee underneath the ripped shirt "What's the plan?" Gasped Jo trying frantically not to panic.
Harry saw the knives levitate up and shoot towards Jo "PR...PROTEGO!" Harry shouted, the shield materialised deflecting the knives away from Jo but unfortunately a side effect of a wandless spell it relied on a clear defined shaped. Harry groaned as another knife buried itself in his chest sticking in his ribs not going any further with another buried in his shoulder.
"You should never have come!" Moaned one of the Poltergeists.
Harry snorted "Well you shouldn't have attacked your descendents now BY THE NAME OF THE...!" Harry moaned as a knife was buried into his stomach perferating his his diaphragm.
Jo remembered the 'Poltergeist dispelling incantation' it was a simple one you just had to have faith in what you were saying and it should happen in one way or another "LORD ALMIGHTY! I ORDER YOU BACK TO THE AFTERLIFE!"
The Poltergeists smirked at the girl "Nice try. You're friend is dying and now you're going to die."
"Use your power Harry!" A voice called from deep within Harry's mind.
Harry groaned he could feel his life draining from him "What power? I don't have any power."
"Yes you do! You have to have faith! You've used the power in the church! BELIEVE!" The voice commanded before vanishing.
Harry concentrated and he passed out as warm power washed over him, Jo out of the corner of her eye saw Harry fall still "It would be wise for you to shut your eyes." Voice told her and she did so.
Then she felt it, the power filled with warmth of the sun, mixed with rage and anger. It felt bright and warm as well as cold and harsh it felt like perfect equilibrium the Poltergeists screamed as their presences were destroyed by this incredible majestic power. Jo opened her eyes and suddenly she pitched forward landing on her face, she rolled to one side as the knives came out of Harry's body and he fell to the floor and at the last second it looked like he floated down and landed in a crouch.
She looked at the wall and where Harry had been impale looked like the faint outline of wings "Is it done?"
Harry groaned the stab wounds in his clothes visible but the marks on his skin were gone, he sniffed the air "Yup...Feels warmer in here to."
Jo then remembered the latin and the weird energy he had used before the warmth hit the house "What were you using earlier? That 'protego' I mean? I'm not dumb, mom taught me latin and that I think meant shield."
Harry nodded "I'm a true magic user...I'll explain more later." He murmured as the pair left the house, Harry flicking his wand and repairing Jo's shirt.
"Is it done?" Asked Michelle as she saw Harry limp out of the house bag on his shoulder.
"Yes...Sorry about the mess if their is any. Those poltergeists were powerful, chucked Jo and I around like we were dolls." Harry rasped as he hobbled to the passenger seat of his car.
Michelle grinned slightly "How much for the job?"
"Michelle is it really...I mean they aren't." Protested Michael.
"Call it $500 and we'll be on our way...Mr. Grace, once we've been paid I want you to take maximum offence to this 'Don't Come near us or come to the Roadhouse'." Harry growled as he climbed into the car and adjusted the seat.
The pair got the money and they drove off "Burgers?" Asked Harry getting shake of the head from Jo.
"Is it wrong to say I just want to go home? I had fun but that job wasn't..."
"Wasn't as controlled as I thought. Yeah it's true I chose that job because it seemed relatively easy."
Jo grinned "Don't worry my mom won't kill you. She'd prefer the fact that you admitted the mission went belly up but you got us out..." Jo didn't finish as Harry nodded.
"Jo, I know I ran my mouth a bit earlier saying you were my girlfriend..."
"If you dare ask that question you can hike." Jo replied with a grin as they neared the Roadhouse.
Harry's eyes widened when he saw Bobby and Ellen sitting on the porch of the bar, as did Jo. Harry literally fell out of the car and staggered towards the duo, Ellen saw Harry's state and rushed out to meet him, grabbed his arm and pulled him up the stairs as Bobby splashed him with holy water and knicked his arm "It's them. You okay kid?"
Harry chuckled "Recovering from perfersted diaphragm and a crucifixion caused by poltergeists...Jo is unharmed saved for ripped jeans and first hunt nerves...Job went belly up but we survived and completed it."
Ellen pulled Jo into a hug "I'm glad that you both survived."
"Bobby why are you here?" Asked Harry slightly nervously.
"You know the Winchesters...They're kinda in hospital."
Harry grunted "What happened? They dead?"
Bobby snorted "Eighteen Wheeler vs. Impala...Wheeler wins everytime. No-ones dead as I know of, Sam is the least injured of the three whereas John and Dean are in beds."
"John?"
"Father..." Bobby said with a grin seeing Harry groan and swear in three different languages.
"Which one takes after him the most? What's his attitude like to the supernatural?"
"Breathes wrong it's dead/Shoot first...interrogate never and Dean." Harry groaned and his eyes turned dark green as he guessed Bobby's reason for appearing out of the blue.
"You need me to do something utterly moronic to prevent the family of stupidity living upto the nickname? At the risk of my neck? I'm sorry has the whiskey gone to your brain? I'm one of what they HUNT!"
"But you saved my life Harry. Heck you should have died..." Jo stopped and the former hunters stared at the dark haired teen.
"How'd ya die?"
"Perferated diapragm got better some how...Had worse...I 'spose I need to inform you three about something before I go and rescue dumb, dumber and even dumber."
"Whose dumb?" Asked Jo curiously as the four entered the bar.
"Sam; when you meet them you'll be able to guess which one he is. Dumber and even dumber are the other two haven't met one so I can't judge them."
Ellen slammed her hand on the table "Explain your death but not death."
"Okay I'm natural born sorceror, I use a wand for my magic but in exceptional circumstances I don't need one. However someone or something; generally called Death created three items known as the Deathly Hallows which were an Unbeatable wand, Ring of resurection/Ring of spirit calling and a cloak of invisibility. These three items were given to my distant ancestor and uncles, three brothers..." Harry began when Bobby cut him off.
"Encounter death after avoiding a trap of some sort on All Hallow's Eve or some such bogus..." After seeing a nod Bobby grinned "...Typical cliched horror children tales. Death congratulates them and offers them a gift and first brother wants a wand that is unbeaten and as a result said wand leaves a trail of bodies wherever it goes. Brother two wants the ring for some reason but nothing can bring back the dead and thus Death has two whilst the third wants the cloak and survives until the end of his days..."
Harry grinned "...Hands the cloak to his son and greets Death like an old friend. That's the story, all three are real. I happened to win the wand, given the ring and inherited the cloak. I'm now the 'Master of Death', Death has no master...Not sure what all three hallows do together but anyway's I had an Out of Body Experience, Death told me as long as I don't die after four more years of existence my death will be normal. However should I live and then die my death breaks a seal."
Ellen nodded as did Jo but it was Jo who asked "A seal to what?"
"Something we DEFINITELY don't want opened, do you have any ideas?"
Harry suddenly then looked older than his twenty years of age "Worst case scenario full blown Apocalypse. Best case scenario utter destruction of a continent."
Jo gulped "Why do I have to fall for the dangerous guys."
Harry grinned "Dangerous ones are more fun...Well I need to rescue stupididity from themselves."
Harry sped away leaving Bobby, the Harvelles and four other Hunters at the bar "Harry's a good man, I like him." Ellen murmured to her daughter who blushed and headed upstairs to look keep an eye on Teddy.
Harry hurtled through the night hoping that he wouldn't be too late, he wandlessly summoned his portable mechanic toolbag which contained five times the amount of tools it shouldn't have been able to. He slid into hospital car park grabbed his tool bag before storing two shotguns and two handguns inside.
He arrived outside the hospital just as Sam left pulling out his mobile "Sam! It's me Harry, Bobby sent me...We..."
Sam grinned "We met at Bobby's, you gave me pie and calming gravy along with pie...Listen I need your help. My father gave me a list of things to get; Acacia, Oil of Abrameli, some scented candles and unblemished chalk...Never told me...What is it?"
"Sam, you're old man is insane...What does he want them for?"
"He said it was for an exorcising ritual..."
Harry punched the wall "Not an exorcising ritual a summoning ritual. I knew this was bad news the moment you said Acacia and oil of Abrameli."
"Who is he summoning?" Asked Sam nervously.
Harry shrugged "Is their any reason why a demon tried to total you with an eighteen wheeler?"
"Samuel Colt's colt, the..."
"Ultimate killing device save for the Blade of a thousand Kurds or in fact any weapon made by the Kurds or made in Feudal China and Japan the deities over their REALLY hate Western deities but that's for another time." Harry said before his eyes turned cold and he fixed the younger and taller Winchester in the eye.
"Why should I allow your father to summon this demon?"
Sam stared at the man in front of him "Which demon?"
"Azazeal the Yellow Eyes."