Lock, Stock and a Trunk of Grace

Darksider82

HP/Supernatural x-over

Harry/Jo Harvelle

I own nothing save this plot

Cyber cookies if you recognise Harry's distant cockney ancestor.

IX

Harry looked at the journal Sam pushed in front of him "What's this?"

"John's work on tracking down Azazeal. I got from Bobby that you don't like using aliases if you can help it...So can you help? Oh an a beer please."

Harry grinned and pulled one that had just entered the fridge "Anyone watching?"

"Just Jo and Dean."

Harry shrugged and concentrated too Sams surprise the bottle immediately collected a coating from condensed water "Bottle or fancy?"

"Bottle please."

Harry grinned and placed his hand on top of the bottle, dug his thumb underneath and flicked the cap "Can all naturals do that? The freezing thing?"

Harry shrugged "All about putting effort in and by the by the general naturals are lazy as fuck...Anyway back to your journal. Diagnosis interesting work of fiction."

Dean's face turned red "Do you have to be such a prick?" He roared getting the guy on the pool table to roll over and groan.

"Are you involved in the riskiest volunteering job in the known world both mortal and supernatural? Bet your Impala you are. Do you have any idea of the toll it takes on you hearing your best friend got mauled to death due to bad or half-assed information? You guessed it Jolly Green, yup. Hunters far older than you have been known to heed my advice including Bobby. Although with him thats more cross checking facts...However some of this shit is useful OI! ASH! WAKE UP!"

Ash woke up startled "What is it?"

Harry chucked the book at him "Azazeal, data, information everything."

Ash looked at the book "Give me fifty three hours."

The Winchesters looked at each other "What can we do to kill fifty three hours?"

Harry grinned "Got a hunt, a carnival hunt...Something about a murderous killer clown."

Sam paled as Dean laughed "Sammy here is scared of clowns."

"I'm scared of being scared..." Harry retorted with smirk and he chucked a file at the Winchesters "...Ellen, I need to head out quickly. I'll be back in at least four hours our time."

Jo looked up as Harry and the Winchesters were heading out the door "Where you going Harry?"

"Middle Eastern Black Market the most corrupt and backwater place on earth, even the Japanese Blackmarkets aren't this bad." Harry said dryly grabbing the dagger he had made earlier and concealed up his sleeve along side the elder wand and two handguns.

Just then Ellen entered "What is so important that you need to go to a Black Market?"

"Some quality chimichanga's, cocaine, cuban cigars and some emergency illegal supernatural texts and weaponry for the oncoming war...Oops Spoilers." Ellen smirked at the brit they guy reminded her of someone out of Origins: Wolverine, Jo only watched it because Hugh Jackman had his shirt off.

"I'm..." Began Jo grabbing her jacket.

"...not going Jo. It's still legal their of another man to strike a woman." Harry retorted, Jo gulped when she noticed Harry's eyes began to turn cold she quickly nodded.

Harry left the bar and vanished with a bang. Dean and Sam quickly piled into the Impala and took off.

Harry reappeared in some dingy alleyway, he was expecting to be miles off course; following his senses he turned left, right, left, down a back street and found himself in a sprawling market area.

Harry pulled his hood up and headed into the market place, he quickly found what he was looking for. Amidst of all the trinkets being sold a small vendor stall had a set of Khopesh swords, daggers, Falcata, Kopis and Shotel's.

He had already spied several books he liked the look of such as 'Symbols and Rituals Most Foul and Holy'. Harry pointed to them and to the weapons "Five hundred million..."

Harry's eyes widened and he cast a translation charm wandlessly "Bit steep."

"You don't like...You don't buy...If I'm caught I'm dead."

Harry shrugged this was the thing when it came to Black Markets, he reached into his pocket and pulled out eight galleons "Eight of these...Pure solid gold."

The trader looked at Harry and his narrowed "How do I know you're not going to kill me?"

Harry opened his jacket to reveal a pistol "If I wanted you dead you would be...Now then I have other buisness to attend so its either eight coins and I don't get you arrested or I leave a corpse." The teller quickly wrapped the things in a bag.

"I take it sir you're into the supernatural? I know of a man three streets behind me, you'll find a club with three whores outside. Enter got to the bitch on reception and tell her Eagle's Eyes are Watching. She'll take you to a man called Darim and tell him Sekht sends his regards and he'll supply you with everything and more."

Harry nodded and grabbed the bags before seemingly melting away into the merciless underground market. He found the whorehouse and entered the backroom when he heard it. It sounded like a vicious guard dog only it was completely invisible, Harry immediately went for the silver blade in his sleeve.

"Now, now boy lets not rip this kid to pieces." A thick cockney accented man said calmly from an impressively comfy leather chair.

"Call off the mutt demon..." Harry growled "...Or lose it."

"Its hound not a mutt, I like you. Growley HEEL!" The demon said getting out of the seat.

Harry shrugged "Mutt, hound...It's got four legs, humanoids best friend and thus needs a muzzle. Sekhet sends his regards, I'm looking for Darim."

The demon chuckled "I am Darim...Now what do you have need of?"

Harry nodded "Books for exorcisms, summonings, weapons, demons, angels and everything else you can imagine."

The demon chuckled "Why pray tell would I grant you such things mortal?"

Harry smirked "You smell like ink, blood, parchment, souls and sulfur meaning you're a Crossroads Demon. You deal in information and my bargaining chip is Lilith and Azazeal are causing Unholy Hell which spells something to do with Wyoming."

'Darim' smirked and pulled out several tomes of books, three of which seemed to be made out of human skin and written in blood "What's your name? Your real name?"

"Hadrian...Yours?"

"Crowley..." Harry grinned and let out thin british accent "Know of an Evans family? Petunia Evans?"

Crowley twitched "I know of them...Got two fat bastards clogging up one of ol' white eyes torture racks..."

"Alistair? Dudley and Vernon Dursley my not so loved cousin and uncle; take your pick on which is which are on Alistairs racks...If I weren't such a caring guy about humanity in general I'd kiss you Crowely. Where's my aunt?"

"Hospital...Comatose, where would her sister be? She's like my great great granddaughter give or take a few greats."

"Dead...I'm her son."

Crowley stared "Holy shit...My only grandson is here and a hunter. This has just gotten awkward."

Harry snorted "Yeah, kinda doesn't help that I've got this." With that he pulled out the dagger and to his surprise Crowley literally scrambled away from behind his desk.

"Oh this is just fucking great. My own fucking grandson is ascending to an Angel! Oh wonderful just when I thought I might have an heir worthwhile having to take over causing hell."

Harry shook his head and put the angel blade away. Things were slowly making sense to him now "Grandfather Crowley, I'm not going to make a deal with you but I do have a request or two to make."

"Considering Yellow Eyes and the First Demon are making this hairbrained scheme to release Lucifer from the pit that they've been cooking up since Hiroshima and Nagasaki, yeah I'll grant the requests."

"Three people at a Roadhouse in Nebraska, by the name Harvelle. Ellen, Jo Harvelle and my Godson are not to be harmed by any demon or hellhound that works for you or Alistair."

Crowley nodded "I can do that oh and might I suggest you look up Colt, Samuel Colt. If thats all I have some hell to cause."

Harry smirked "Good to see the stalker. Oh an if you want some entertainment look around for a '69 Chevy Impala."

With that Harry vanished out of the room with an amused Crowley sitting in the meatsuit of Darim who expired only two days before "The games afoot."

Harry reappeared with a bang only to come face to face with a small fireball, Jo's rifle and Ellen holding the angel blade "I come in the name of weaponry, information."

"What have you got?"

"Some extremely rare and dangerous books on rituals for summonings, exorcisms, creatures we can only pray we never have to meet and kill them. Some demon killing close combat weapons of the Kurds, second only to Japan where the deities over there hate demons more than they hate western angels and believe me angels are DESPISED over their. Before you ask I also got some heavily illegal books as well."

"How do you know that they're illegal?" Asked Teddy curiosly.

"Considering they're written in BLOOD and on HUMAN SKIN. That kind of thing screams dark, evil and heavily illegal. I also found out that some many, many generations back my maternal family had demon blood."

The guns were lowered and Jo quickly pulled Harry into a hug "I missed you."

Harry kissed her and picked her up by her legs so his forearm was resting on her ass "I also found out about the blades and the wings."

"What about them?"

"Apparently I'm an ascending angel. It requires a massive tragedy to fully become an angel."

Jo wrapped herself around Harry and hugged him even tighter "That is quite cool."