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.
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Ellen poured three shots of vodka and passed one to Harry as she looked at him hand on a handgun "I appreciate the extra pair of hands and the baby. Makes this place feel like home, you're a single godfather and you're interested in my daughter which is pretty cool but I need to be serious here and ask what are your intentions towards her?"
Harry looked her back in the eye "I care for her a great deal. I would love the chance to actually be in love with her. My childhood in a word shit. Treated like a slave; ironing, cleaning, cooking, dishes, garden, clean the car, mop the table and polish the floor. If I didn't I suffered. If I made myself noticable I suffered and so on. So I don't really know love...My sincere apologies Jo. The last thing I want to do is string her along and leave her by the wayside."
Jo nodded she was fighting back the tears "You mean you don't love me?" She questioned her hand reaching for the knife.
"JOANNA BETH HARVELLE! He knows of the term love but hasn't experienced it like you have. He cares for you deeply I've seen it in his eyes. Every Hunter who walks in the door that makes a conversation with you he's watching hand in his pocket for his knife or by his back. He only ever stops when someone goes near his Godson." Growled Ellen.
Jo nodded and turned to Harry "You honestly care about me?"
"More than anyone I've dated which you can count on one hand and remove two fingers or finger and thumb." Harry replied necking down another shot.
Just then Dean and Sam entered the bar Sam had a face looking thunder "CLOWNS HARRY! FUCKING CLOWNS!"
Harry looked dumbstruck at the gargantuan Winchester "Calm down darling...Calm down. Now what is this Clown to do with me? I gave you a case and that was it."
"The case was the one with the killer clown." Dean commented sitting at the bar; Joanne noticed and jumped the bar, Harry's hand went to the angel blade.
"Eyes on me not the other half boys...Anyways the Killer Clown. Sorry darling shit happens. I can't give particular cases to anyone, I make the cases and give them to those who have time to kill or are travelling in that direction savvy?"
Sam nodded "Savvy...I don't like clowns."
Harry grinned "I like clowns as much as like choirs of Poltergeists."
Dean choked on his beer and Sam slapped him on the back "A CHOIR of Poltergeists! How the hell did you survive?"
Jo snorted "I got lucky because Harry almost killed himself trying to kill me."
Harry snorted "Diaphragm injury should be dead but nope. Not yet. Anyway have either of you heard of Colt? Samuel Colt?"
Dean and Sam nodded "You know the colt is?"
"He's dead."
"No THE Colt. According to dad the Colt was a one of a kind weapon that could kill anything supernatural."
Harry shrugged "Happy hunting oh and Ash has finished the research for you."
Sam and Dean nodded "Where are you two chuckleheads going?" Asked Ellen curiously.
"Find a motel."
Ellen snorted "No you're not. Harry'll bunk with Jo and you can have his room."
Harry headed over to Teddy who was playing in his corner of the bar "I like Grandma Ellen..."
Harry grinned "Have you asked to call her that?"
"Have you asked if you could call me what?" Ellen asked she had heard Teddy call her something affecionate when Harry wasn't around and had asked her to bathe him and that sort of thing.
She wanted to call him a grandson but she wasn't sure if it was appropriate "I wanted permission to call you grandma...Uncle, I like Jo I think she'd be good for you."
Ellen blushed "Yes you can."
That night Harry set Teddy's bed up and stripped down to his boxers revealing the six wings printed on his back whereas before they were just outlines of wings a few feathers had now appeared. Jo wrapped her arms around his chest and placed her chin on his collarbone near the neck. "You like this?"
Harry grunted "If this is what people who love each other do or what we do then yes I could very easily get used to this."
Harry grabbed the petit blonde so she was on his lap facing her. "Lets go out again. Me and you no hunts just us."
Jo nodded and rocked herself forwards pushing herself into him and the pair fell back. Just then door turned and Dean stumbled in "What the!"
Dean's reply was cut off as Harry wandlessly banished him out of the room as Sam came chargining in. Harry was in Sam's face and with a swift knee strike to the mans gut Sam was also sent out into the hallway. "Up the corridor on the left it HAS a sign."
Harry shut the door only for it open as Ellen stuck her head in "Be careful you two."
Harry sank on the bed and fell backwards with Jo curling up next to him "Well that epically killed the mood."
Jo nodded "Shut up and lie still. You're my designated pillow." Harry nodded and fell asleep his hand resting on a dagger underneath his pillow.
During the night one Jo's hands landed near Harry's crotch as she snuggled into him.
Outside the property of the Roadhouse; Hermione smirked as she looked at her companions; Neville, Ron, Ginny, Kingsley Shacklebolt and few aurors "What are we waiting for?" Snapped James Dawlish sharpishly.
"We will wait 'til the morning and make our move then. Remember this is America where everyone shoots first and asks later when intruders appear in the night." Ordered Hermione.
"We can take him." Snarled Ron.
"He EVADED us for THREE years Ron. Now what is to say that he suspects that we are coming for him..."
"He'll either A) Run for the hills, B) Stand and fight or C) Come quietly." Commented Neville, he didn't want to come on this insane head hunt just so a petty little girl was going to get what she wanted. His grandmother had warned him of the things that go bump in the dark and can walk among them. Hell he'd killed a Wendigo! Sure it had been blind luck that he remembered how to kill the thing but still. Harry was over here if Neville could guess his friend it was because something was about to go horrendously wrong and their target was damage control.
With that the fifteen sorceror's headed into their tents and laid their protective spells to restrain the creatures of the night that stalked America.
The next morning dawned, Harry stirred to find Jo's hand around his balls "Love...You're about to crush..." As he was about to finish Jo released him and rolled herself onto him.
"Morning you." She said softly between kisses before wrinkling her nose "Morning breath...Disgusting. You get cleaned up and deal with outside whilst I prep the kitchen and before you ask no. We aren't gonna share a shower to 'save' water."
Harry groaned and fell out of bed; showered, dressed, dressed and cleaned his Godson and headed downstairs storing a blade up his shirt sleeve, wand in the other and two handguns in the back of his jeans.
Little did he know that today would be the day that he would need to utilise his skills in magic again. Harry was emptying out four empty metal kegs when he heard the faint pops of people apparating onto the property.
"Harry Potter!" A dep voice called out in the late morning as the sun was rising to its peak.
"Kingsley Shacklebolt, Aurors, Neville, Hermione, Ginny, Ron." He replied nodding to all of them "What can I help you with?"
"You need to come back...Its time for you to be a adult we've indulged you enough." Lectured Hermione but it was the wrong thing to say.
Harry turned faster than she remembered and found herself looking down a gun. She wasn't afraid of the devices as she was proficient in the use of one curtesy of ex-military family and parents "Please Harry you know its the correct thing to do."
Harry snorted "Getting me married off to a little sychophant? Let me guess? Ginerva Weasley? If I refused? I'm immune to the imperious."
"What about love potions?"
Harry cocked his head "Is that why my pumpkin juice tasted sweeter and my butterbeer tasted slightly wrong?"
The wizards and witches stared "You're immune?"
Harry shrugged "Evidently so..."
"STUPEFY!" An auror snapped; Harry snorted as he effortlessly dodged the spell.
Harry's wand dropped into his hand as he retaliated with an extremely powerful non-verbal blasting curse sending the auror backwards. "HARRY! WHAT! THE! FUCK! IS! GOING! ON!" Screamed Ellen as she stuck her head out the door.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Screamed another auror. The attempted killers jaw dropped as a solid marble slab appeared blocking the killing curse.
Harry smirked his blade appeared and with ease that made Hermione seriously wonder why Harry had become so good at it. She gasped as the knife suddenly embedded in the aurors chest "Thats my stance."
"YOU BELONG WITH ME!" Screamed Ginny as she let fly with an impressive volley of spell fire.
Harry shrugged the spells off with either a very powerful 'Protego' or He dodged them completely "Has my three year vanishing act made you this weak Ginny? Pathetic. What happened to the spitfire who had everyone terrified of her?"
Ron snarled and began spell casting "You never learned to control your temper Ron. The three of you don't stand a chance."
Harry abandoned his wand as he delved into his late night magical studies. Bolts of arcane magic shot out of his hand that shattered shields and tore great big chunks out of the ground due to the sheer pressure of the magic involved.
Three more aurors died as they tried to cast a power surpression spell. The problem with surpression spells was the pronounciation, one mis-spoken word was all it took for the spell to fail.
Harry spun in close to Ron and headbutted the taller man and dropping him. Another five aurors collapsed only they had broken legs and one had part of his arm missing. That was nine aurors down, Ron incapacitated with Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Neville, Hermione, Ginny and two more aurors remaining.
"Please come home!" Snapped Hermione launching a disarming spell at her best friend.
Harry grinned and chucked back a hurling charm which Hermione deflected taking out the two unknown aurors. One of them had just cast a stunning charm taking out Ginny. "Why hasn't Neville gotten involved?"
"Because making you do something is like trying to get grazing cattle to move. Impossible." Neville said with a grin before apparating away, Neville decided he was going to lay low. "America seems to be the place."
"Potter freeze before I kill the brat and the bitch." It was Dawlish and somehow he had managed to grab his Godson and Jo.
Kingsley, Ginny and Hermione stopped casting and Harry holstered his wand as it fell into a Western Shootout; Harry staring down Hermione, Ginny and Kingsley with Dawlish off to one side.
"Drop your weapons and we can forget about all this." Mocked Dawlish.
Harry smirked and whispered "Turn ad Fumant." His body dissolved into smoke as he rushed Dawlish and seemingly dissapeared.
"Where'd he!" Dawlish's eyes widened as did the surviving and coherent sorcerors as a sharp snap was heard and Dawlish dropped to the ground. Jo caught Teddy and immediately rushed inside leaving Harry to face his demons.
"Get off the property. And NEVER come back."