So, here I am again, with yet another challenge response to whitetigerwolf. However, I do have them to thank for getting me onto the brillian action film John Wick, purely so I could think about whether to do this challenge, and at least one other, that they posted. This is also another WBWL, albeit one modelled more after Disquiet, with the bashing of James and Sirius toned down somewhat (but still present: they're still very much villains, or at least James is, as I am undecided about Sirius).

Here, Harry is the grandson (through Lily) of Winston, and the bastard child of John Wick. Those were recommendations for the challenge rather than the requirements. It's set during sixth year, but Harry and the others have had their age advanced by one year. In addition, this will be an Icy Harmony story, my term for Harry/Hermione/Daphne (I dunno whether anyone has coined that term yet, but I've decided on it). Anyway, I hope you enjoy...

Oh, and if you want more John Wick goodness, try my one-shot crossover between John Wick and The Sandman: Death and Baba Yaga.

MEN OF FOCUS

CHAPTER 1:

CONSOLATION

It's something of a cliché perpetrated by fiction, particularly Hollywood, that it always rains at funerals, as a form of visual shorthand to show the misery and sorrow present. Even so, the emotions represented by the rain were very real. This was not the sort of rain that washed away sins, but which drowned people in misery. Certainly, the man it was centred on seemed supremely miserable, in a somewhat stoic way. Dark hair framed lugubriously handsome features, his facial hair putting some in mind of a skull, not helped by the hollow and haunted nature of his features.

After shaking hands with a craggy-faced man with brown hair, the bereaved man turned to head to his car, only to find a pair of people next to it. Both were teenagers, albeit about 17. One was a bushy-haired girl in a wheelchair, the rain kept off her by an umbrella held by her companion, a dark-haired boy with piercing emerald eyes and a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt snaking out from beneath his messy fringe. "Harry?" the man asked. "Why are you here?"

"Why wouldn't I be, Dad?" the boy asked in his turn. "I liked Helen too. Anyway, I was worried about you. So's Grandpa."

The faintest of smiles touched the man's lips. "…I appreciate it. Do you want to come back to the wake?"

"We intended to," the girl said. "Mum and Dad are away on business, and Daphne's not due over for another day or so. Winston wanted us to make sure you were all right, John. He worries about you. A lot. So does Moony."

John nodded wearily. He didn't really want too many reminders of his old life, one he thought he had left far behind, but he appreciated the gesture all the same. And while Winston loomed large as a reminder of that old, bloodstained life, John also knew that Winston favoured him, and could even be said to be a friend, like Marcus was. Hell, the old man was effectively his father-in-law, though he sometimes acted a bit like a toned-down mother hen.

"Incidentally, you have some good news, Dad," his son said. "That idiot Santino got killed by his sister while trying to organise a coup against her. That means the Marker is now nil and void, as his sister has no interest in bringing you out of retirement."

Another faint smile touched John's lips, of relief and gratitude more than anything else. He was desperate when he asked for that favour from Santino D'Antonio, a favour that Santino could have called in, dragged him back into a life he didn't want to be in. A life he still was haunted by. First Marcus, and then his bastard son and his lover, though both were at least relatively benign visitations: Marcus actually cared about him, and his son and lover, while still connected to that underworld, also made sure to try and keep him away from it.

"Well…do you want to ride with me?" John asked.

His son, Harry Wick, nodded. "Always."

It had been a brief dalliance. The woman had taken refuge at the Continental in London, during the early stages of John Wick's career as a hitman of the underworld, and before he became feared as 'Baba Yaga'. The woman was the second daughter of Winston Evans, a man who could best be described as a facilitator in the underworld, particularly when it came to assassins, and a man who tried to keep his family life as separate as possible from his career. Unfortunately, an argument with his wife led to a divorce, and the oldest sister, Petunia, had sided with the mother.

The younger sister, Lily, had kept in contact with her father, and had been promised refuge within the Continental whenever she needed it. So, after being duped and drugged into being married to a rich bully of a lord, when she realised what had happened after the honeymoon, she had fled to the Continental. There, she was comforted by a younger John Wick. Comfort led to them sharing the same bed. John had forgotten that dalliance, and Lily was abducted from the Continental by her husband, drugged once more, and forced into hiding, preventing Winston from tracking them down.

It wasn't until two years later that Winston, rather surprisingly, got contacted by Petunia: Lily had been murdered by a terrorist. A wizarding terrorist called Voldemort. Winston was aware of the wizarding world, as many of his assassins and their targets were in that domain, and he knew Lily had been targeted by Voldemort.

As it turned out, Voldemort attacked Lily, her children, and that bastard of a husband. The husband survived, sadly, as he was going to be made to watch his wife and children die. Lily died while protecting her children from Voldemort…and then Voldemort apparently died when he tried to kill the children.

Now, apparently, the husband, James Potter, knew that one of Lily's sons wasn't his own. Apparently it was a case of heteropaternal superfecundation. Or, in layman's terms, Lily gave birth to twin boys, conceived by two different fathers. Rare, but not unheard of. Charles Potter was James', and Harry was John Wick's child. Apparently, not long before Voldemort attacked, James had ordered a paternity test.

When that old fool Dumbledore declared Charles to be the Boy Who Lived, for surviving the Killing Curse, James Potter immediately went to work. Behind Dumbledore's back, he used a forbidden ritual from the Black family library to transfer Harry's magical potential all to Charles, and then discarded Harry to the Dursleys, hoping that the xenophobic family would mistreat him. A fitting end, he thought, for a bastard child his unfaithful wife bore him, ignoring that fact that he had ensnared her with Amortentia, a dangerous 'love potion'.

But Petunia was canny enough to find someone else more interested in raising the boy. So she contacted Winston, and sent Harry to Winston at the New York Continental. Winston, who was curious about Harry's paternity, had the Goblins administer a test, and he was surprised to discover it was John Wick.

John didn't find this out until much later. It wasn't until Harry was ten that John met him, and found out, through Winston, who he was. By this point, Harry had been raised by Winston in the Continental, and was known to the staff. Winston hadn't told John because he didn't need the burden, or so Winston thought, and Winston hadn't told Harry, at least until his tenth birthday, because he wasn't sure Harry was ready to know that his father was an infamous hitman. But during an argument, it came out.

The meeting between father and son was, admittedly, somewhat awkward. It took time for Harry to warm to John: Harry admired John's skills as a hitman, but was still angry at him not being there for his mother, in that childish way, not accepting the fact that James Potter managed to kidnap Lily from the Continental. To Harry, every Continental was an impenetrable fortress, unable to be breached by any enemy.

But over time, Harry warmed to John, even adopting his last name, and their relationship improved, especially when Helen entered the picture. While Harry's home was firmly at the Continental, he did ensure to visit John and Helen. Helen was aware, albeit in broad strokes only, of John's former career in both the army and the underworld, and she welcomed Harry into their life regardless. She did the same for Hermione when she came into Harry's life.

Hermione's parents claimed to be dentists, but in fact, the Grangers were amongst Britain's most feared assassins. While they were qualified in dental medicine, in truth, they called themselves dentists as something of a bad joke: they liked to remove bad teeth, as well as fill holes. The latter being either dental cavities, or graves(1).

Hermione was a witch, apparently, but had been badly injured in her first year at Hogwarts in an incident involving a troll, an injury that, even with magical healing, left her a paraplegic. That, plus bullying, had led to Hermione withdrawing from Hogwarts, and, after hearing from Winston of tutors he had hired for Harry (it was potentially too dangerous for the son of John Wick to attend even a normal magical school like Ilvermorny), they emigrated to New York. It was there that she met Harry for the first time. Having had unpleasant memories of his brother, she was rather understandably wary. But over time, the two became friends, and in truth, they became something not unlike mascots, not quite innocent, but certainly of a brighter side than the seedy dealings the Continental was known for.

Harry was being groomed into Winston's heir, and Hermione would become part of the new Continental. There was, admittedly, a brief speedbump recently when a powerful British wizarding family, the Greengrasses, sought some extra power in the US, and sought to betroth their eldest daughter to Harry, knowing that, as heir to the Continental, they would have considerable power over the underworld, both mundane and magical. But Harry and Hermione worked it out, and Daphne Greengrass was part of what was, unofficially, a ménage a trois.

While John wasn't happy that Harry was willingly part of the underworld, he at least understood why, and he was happy for his son. And he was grateful that his son and his paramour cared about him. He needed it…

John invited Harry and Hermione to stay the night at his place: he had guest bedrooms that were rarely used, and he also wanted to take the two for a cathartic spin in his Mustang Mach 1. But long after the other guests left, there was a ring on the doorbell. John left the other two in the living room, before coming back with an animal carrier and a letter, which he opened. He read silently, before the usually-stoic man broke down into quiet sobs.

"What does it say?" Hermione asked quietly.

After a moment, John said quietly, his voice thick with emotion, "It's from Helen." He couldn't say anything else. Then, he gently leaned forward, and opened up the animal carrier, and coaxing out a beagle puppy. Holding the dog aloft, he checked the collar. "Daisy…" he murmured. "Her name is Daisy…"

It was later the next day, and they were all in the Mustang together. John's expression had lightened a little. Not that much: Helen's death still hung a pall over John, but he seemed like he wanted to enjoy himself, and share that enjoyment with his new dog, as well as his son and his son's girlfriend. They were going to fuel up before taking the Mustang out for a spin on part of an old airfield John had contacts at.

As John fuelled the car up, Harry noticed a car filled with a bunch of young thugs pulling up. He recognised one of them, his eyes narrowing. Iosef Tarasov, the son of Viggo Tarasov, John's former main employer. A hot shot thug who thought he was hot shit because his father was the leader of the most powerful Russian mob family in town. Harry had only met Iosef once before when he had been tasked by his grandfather to deliver some documents to the Red Circle, a nightclub the Russians owned. And he didn't like the hedonistic, spoilt little oik. At least Viggo, for all the fact that he was a vicious, ruthless bastard, also had a brain in his noggin. Iosef didn't.

Iosef noticed the Mustang, and swaggered over to it while his entourage went into the gas station. "Nice ride there," he said. "Mustang, Boss 429. She a '70?"

"69," John said as he finished fuelling up, having paid for the fuel.

"It's a beautiful car." As John nodded, Iosef asked, "How much?"

"I'm sorry?"

"For the car? How much do you want for it?"

"She's not for sale," John said, getting into the car.

Iosef, however, leaned in and pet Daisy's head, cooing insincerely about the dog. Then, he said in Russian, "Everything's got its price, bitch."

"Not this bitch," John retorted calmly in the same language.

"Iosef, don't bother," Harry said. "It's got sentimental value."

"Nobody asked your opinion, kid," Iosef sneered, any pretence of civility gone. "The adults are talking."

Harry nodded at John. Then in Russian, he said, "Ask your father who John Wick is. Just buy a Mustang on eBay or from a dealer or something. You've got more than enough money."

Iosef seemed about to retort, but was gently led away by one of his entourage, a hulking Russian who said to John and the others, in a thick accented voice, "You have good day, yes?"

"Why did you say that?" John asked irritably as they drove away.

"His name is Iosef Tarasov, Dad," Harry said. "That wanker's Viggo's spoilt little brat. And he doesn't take no for an answer."

"Viggo?" Hermione asked. "The head of the Russian Mafiya here? That's his son? Merlin, he reminds me of Draco Malfoy, except with fewer social graces. And I can't believe I'm saying that," she added with a grimace.

"With any luck, he'll do the smart thing and ask his father about you," Harry said. "I don't want him to get any bright ideas and try to steal your car and hurt you or Daisy."

John nodded, accepting it, even if he didn't like it. Instead, he kept driving, intending on having a good day just hooning around the airfield. Still, none of those in the car could shake off a feeling of unease. Like a premonition of something bad yet to come…

CHAPTER 1 ANNOTATIONS:

So, there you have it. Harry and Hermione comforting John Wick, and a hint of things to come. And yes, the events of the first film will happen (Iosef being an arrogant and idiotic dick), though Harry and Hermione will be involved in the periphery. The second film, well, no.

Events in this fic will be not unlike Disquiet, only with a less evil James and Sirius (but still bashable). So Dumbledore, while antagonistic, is only antagonistic due to him being in moral opposition to Harry and John Wick's methods.

1. It was a joke I made up for my Resident Evil crossover Henry Ashford and the Goblet of Fire.