[AN: A Quick and Dirty X-over. Watching the J. Wick movies and thinking… 'How Does JW measure up to Riddick?']
A Servant Soul can come from the 'Past' or the 'Future'
Names and Everything detailed at the end AN:
Let's try this again. Only this time…
PBPB
A Stormy night during the summer of 1993.
In London. A Tavern-Inn that is more than it looks. A Prized Plum, on the run, sleeps a night of dreams and fits. His window was open to the night, and yet the Storm is kept at bay.
Elsewhere, a single female Lore Hunter seeks Hidden and Forgotten magics.
A Lord, in His own Right, finds a lost Crown.
Onto each, a package is delivered.
PBPB
31/07/1993
Harry woke in the morning to find his Beautiful Owl crouching over a package at the foot of his bed. Sensing her urgency, he opened the box and read the page of folded paper over the gilded 1911 pistol.
Challenger, the Item at hand should allow you to summon a Servant Avatar of the Avenger. By The Act Spilling of Blood over the Artifact and Casting the Ritual Incantation, you accept the Contract.
A brief passage was scribed over a design…
Potter, using his wand, drew out the design. He then used his wand tip to cut his palm and dripped blood on the pistol in the center of the runic circle.
"The Way is open and Shut.
I Summon this Servant.
I take You into service."
A man in a three-piece suit steps from the shadows.
"Shit!" Both males cursed.
PBPB
31/7/1993
Hermione awoke to her tail flickering. A carved metal box awaited her attention next to her on the bed…
A sheet of carved chiton served as 'paper' covering a funny-shaped knife.
Challenger, the Item at hand should allow you to summon a Servant Avatar of the Assassin. By The Act Spilling of Blood over the Artifact and Casting the Ritual Incantation, you accept the Contract.
"The Way is Open and Shut.
I Summon this Servent
I take It into Service."
A bald man wearing arctic climbing goggles and furs steps from the Shadows.
"Who plays the Game better?"
"Which game?" the Furry Faced Witch asked.
PBPB
31/07/1993
A leaf served as a page of parchment. It was draped over an unknown seed pod.
Challenger, the Item at hand should allow you to summon a Servant Avatar of the Rider. By The Act Spilling of Blood over the Artifact and Casting the Ritual Incantation, you accept the Contract.
"The Way is Open and Shut.
I Summon this Servent
I Submit into Service."
PBPB
31/07/1993
It was just after brunch, on Saturday morning when Hedwig winged in through the open Patio doors and landed on the back of Hermione's chair. As it was the weekend, the family had brunch and high tea with a full Supper, instead of Breakfast and Lunch. Hermione snagged the last strip of bacon and traded it to Hedwig for the scroll in her claws.
Hey Kitty.
Got a weird birthday gift this morning. I was hoping that you could talk your Father into bringing you by the Leaky Cauldron. I find myself having taken shelter within these walls as my other summer housing project was found lacking.
By the Way, I thank you for the Birthday gift, but I think you might want to rethink your impression of me. I love the gift because it is from My Friend. But a year's supply of Dental Hygiene Products would have given me something I could use. You already are my Yearly Planner at School. Anytime I need to know something, I just ask
You.
I Need a Man's Advice, but there are a few things that I could use your Mother's advice on as well. Please ask them to join us for a late Lunch and a bit of shopping.
HJP
Hermione frowned, before passing the note to her Father. "Mother, Father. I seem to need a ride to the Alley, where we have been invited to a late lunch and a bit of shopping.
Dan snorted as he read the note, before passing it to his wife. "All I had planned was filing and catching up on my reading of the Dental Digest Monthly. I would prefer to find out why the lad is staying by himself at the Tavern."
"Same here." Emma smiled at her Husband. "Twenty minutes, and meet you two at the Rover." The classy lady all but ran from the room. The other two exchanged a look, before they broke from the table, running for their rooms.
PBPB
Potter leaned on the bar, as the Dining area was packed. When Hedwig did not return before the Lunch Rush, Harry knew that the Grangers were on their way. With them on the way, he had a stuffed roll sandwich (shredded ham and cheese stuffed into a over-sized dinner roll) and a butterbeer.
Harry could feel John watching the people in the Tavern. "Give it a rest, John." Harry hissed quietly. "No one in here will hurt me." He turned to look out over the gathered crowd. "Those who notice who I am will want to shake my hand and thank me. No one with a Malice Intent will get close to me here."
"I still don't understand what is going on." the man in a black three piece suit and out of phase spoke from over Harry's Shoulder.
"As I understand, in an attempt to clear my way to a better life, I entered into a contest, and you are my Guide and Teacher in the game. I bonded to a handgun that you are linked to like a Marker.
"I had cleared all of my Markers." John hissed.
They had learned that phased out or not, John could only move Fifty Feet away from the Handgun. The former Hitman had identified the piece with only a glance, a Kimber M1911-9mm pistol. It was the Handgun given him by the Bower King of New York when he went Hunting Santino D'Antonio, with gold engraving, not doubt what bound his soul the piece. While Wick knew of better guns, he also knew that he had to get to the Continental Hotel branch in London to help the boy. He only knew of the Manager because of nights spent drinking with Winston.
But to get to 25 Savile Row he needed cash for the Cab, and the Boy, while he had collected Three Hundred Pounds Sterling in twenties from the funny bank, he was instant that he had his shopping with his friend and her parents. For that he had filled a leather drawstring bag with gold coins about the size of a Continental Gold Coin, but the minting was different.
Harry scratched the Rune-marks on the back of his left hand.
Then John felt it. An itching behind the eyes. There was something coming…
John missed the door to London opening and a trio entering The adults each had a firm grip on the young female's shoulders until the door closed behind them. It was Summer, but the Girl was wearing a long sleeved shirt and a vest that fluttered in the draft…
Harry frowned as his right snaked behind his back to grasp the pistol grip. The Frown deepened as Hermione did a similar action, as her eyes locked onto him. "Hey Kitten." Harry called out. "Did you by chance get an item with a contract?"
"Harry!" She bolted two steps closer before frowning herself. "And If I said yes?"
"Then we need to talk privately later." Harry pulled his hand out from behind him as he caught her as she grappled him in a 'Hermi-hug'.
"I understand that it is your Birthday, but that is no reason to manhandle my Princess.'' The Male pushed glasses up his nose.
"Dr Granger." Harry extended his hand past the fuzzy hair of the witch hugging him. "If She did not want me touching her, I would be on the floor, trying to re-swallow my liver from what-ever hex caused me to expel it in the first-place. Unless she chose the muggle option, and I would be trying to coax my stones to re-drop. There is a reason we are Friends. For it is better to have her covering my back, then to face her as a rival."
The Male puffed up in pride.
"Mrs Dr. Granger." Harry nodded at the Woman. "You are looking lovely today. The Table third from the corner will be cleared in three minutes. Care for a glass of Elf-pressed-wine or tea? I am drinking Butterbeer, but Thom can get you a nice chilled pumpkin juice?"
Dr. Granger made a 'give me' motion, and Harry passed his glass-stein half filled with the butter-scotch flavoured beverage. "Not Bad, but… beer?"
"Like Root Beer, but butterscotch flavored." Harry pulled the Stein from the Man's hand. "If they ever leaked it to the Muggle World, it would trigger a new soda war, just when Pepsi and Coke have called an armistice."
"You might be right." the Dental professional grinned. "And since I am driving, I will try a butterbeer of my own."
"You can get it both chilled, and heated." Hermione gushed. "I can't wait until our Hogsmead Weekends this winter. The Three Broomsticks is said to have the best mulled butterbeer in all of England." She stepped away from Harry, "But today, I will have mine chilled too."
"You said something about wine?" the woman raised an eyebrow at the boy. "How do you know about the Wine?"
"I spend most of my evenings here in the taproom, doing my homework." Harry sighed, as he noticed the table was now empty, and led the way to it. "A few witches swing by to gossip and drink wine." He guided Hermione into the booth first, before sitting beside her. Her Parents sat with Emma against the wall, as Harry motioned to Thom that they were ready to make their orders. "Order whatever you want… Lunch is on me today."
PBPB
An hour later, Potter led the way into the Alley.
First Stop, Madam Malkin's Robes.
Emma frowned. "Why come here first?"
"No Offense intended, but over-robes will reduce the cost of some of Hermione's purchases." Sighed the young wizard. "And the Silk matched our skin tones… the asskissing should be epic."
They bought silk robes with enchanted pockets to hold everything. Or Rather Harry bought them. When Dan tried, Harry blocked him. "I will need your advice and help on the muggle side. Pay me back there."
PBPB
Of Course Hermione wanted to start her shopping at Flourish & Blotts, but Harry hissed that she needed to end her shopping there because once she exited the store she was going to want to start reading her new babies.
Hermione huffed, but nodded as she could see that her friend was correct.
The first stop was the Managery, where Hermione found a smushed face, orange ball of fur that was trying to pretend to be a cat. It turned out to be a half breed Kneasle Main Coon brute. It seems that the breeder one miss A. Figg, a life long widow and matron was experimenting with rare and unusual mixes. Her Class two, Beastmaster Breeder and Trader licence allowed for her to mix anything with the class of 'Felis Catus'.
Harry snorted. "Now cross that with an Egyption Hairless…"
"Harry!" Hermione punched his shoulder, "Then the poor thing would freeze in the Winter!" then she frowned as peered down at the beast rumbling his 'purr' in her arms. "A Hairless would not shed, nor effect mom's allergies."
"So You are keeping that Beast." The Sales-witch stated. "My gift to you, Friend of Harry Potter." She bobbed her head at Harry. "Permission to Boast that Harry Potter shops at my Store."
Harry linked as the words of Gildroy echoed in his Head. "Throw in a Harness and Leash for the Beast, there is no way he is fitting in a carrier. She will have to either carry him or walk him like a dog." Harry leaned on the Table, "And I will buy two sacks of cat feed and three bags of dried meat snacks for him. I also need two bags of owl treats, top shelf bacon flavored, sent to the same address. Have them delivered in the morning to one Granger, Hermione of Crowly." He stood up. "I will also need two bags of the same sent to my room at the Leaky Cauldron."
The Sales witch was scribbling this down as fast as she could. "Anything else?"
"Not sure." Harry rapped the counter as he looked first to Hermione nuzzling her new Familair, to her Parents that were drifting closer to the door. "I want to look about while Hermione selects the Harness and led for Her Gift." He turned and poked Hermione. "You need to select a Harness and Led for him, while I look about." He drew her away from the counter to where the harness and collars for dogs hung.
"What are you really doing." Hermione glared at the lad.
"I am going to look at the snakes." He grinned at her, "Unless you want to come with me?"
Her near death experence from the year before caused her to shake her head no, as she focused on the job finding just the right Harness and lead for her new 'furr-baby'. Harry just walked to the back of the store.
Three minutes later Harry was at her side as she was wrestling the ginger tom into his new harness, "They had nothing really except a two headed Runespore. And she was bitching up a storm." Harry reached over and grabbed the fur-ball by the scruff. "I thought he would prefer riding on your shoulders over being stuffed into a cat-carrier. But then again the only carrier that would give him any room would be the size of your school trunk. So you would have to stuff him into a carrier that is too small for King of the breed.
Crookshanks stopped fighting, accepting the Harness so he would never face the carrier. Once the Harness was inplace, Hermione snapped the chosen lead into place, and the brute jumped to her shoulders, before sprawling about her like an orange stole.
As the two youths led the way out into the streets, Harry smiled a Hermione. "Wait here entered the Owl Emporium.
Drawing the Sales-wizard aside, "I need a Favor." Harry Flashed his scar. "I need an owl, a nice Twany will do, and I need it, a Cage, a Stand, and for them to be delivered tomorrow morning to the House of one Granger, Hermione. No doubt that you will need to either shrink them, or use multiple owls to deliver them. Understand that She is bound by the limited magic use of a Muggleborn in School." Harry counted out thirty gold. "Do right by her, and me, and I will Personally… post a Card in your window stating that 'Eeylop's' Handles all my Owl Care needs. I will worn you that the Menagerie next door will be getting the same deal for my Animal Companion needs. The difference is… my Owl, bought from your shop, my first gift since my parents died, is closer to me than my Best Mate. I trust you and your shop with her Medical care when not at School. You understand the weight of this?"
Eeylop nodded, licking his lips. "And why the Twany?"
"Good owl, nothing that screams look at me, and just as easy to miss in the flight of Owls descending on Hogwarts every morning, where my dear Hedwig, a beaut of a snowy, glows in the dusky light of twilight."
The sale wizard nodded. "I will see to it."
Back in the Alley Harry allowed the witch to drag him and the 'rents into the Bookstore. As Dan and Emma wondered off to see if anything there sparked their interest, Harry pulled Hermione to the side. "Before I release you on these poor defenseless books, We need to share a word about our … Avatars. I was … gifted with the Avenger. I got a guy that uses a handgun as his Weapon of choice." Harry drew out the 1911 semi-auto, before sliding it back into the center of his back.
"I got the Assassain." Hermione showed her elongated fangs in a grin. "A guy that likes knifes." She drew out her Ulak and ran the short hand flashing that her Avatar had shown her that morning.
Harry smiled. "I vaguely remember you saying your Father was a Shooter. I was hoping that I could get him to teach, guide, and Provide me with a supply line should I need it." He took her wrist to look at the knife. "And I will offer you the chance to collect as many blades as both of you want." He released her arm, and stepped back. "You have one hour, I am covering your whole bill with the understanding that I get to barrow any book you get here, and Go!"
As Typhoon Hermione attacked the shelves, Harry approached the counter. "Mister Blot. Good Afternoon. My Good friend is a real 'book eater' if you get my joke." Harry smiled as he flashed his scar at the man. "Seeing as that I only pulled 300 Gold from my vault this morning, and I just gave her an hour to hunt among your stock…" He licked his lips, "I do not want to return to the Bank and incur a Full Fee for wasting their time. As a Muggle raised wizard I know that sometimes a respected client can avoid multiple rips to the Bank…"
"You are wanting a check-note." Blot smiled. "And how much are you expecting to spend today?" Hermione dashed up with a overfilled hand basket, set it on the counter, as she grabbed an empty one and dashed off. Blott frowned, as he sorted the books from the basket, "Thirty-Five, fourty…fifty galleons in that basket and…"
"I gave her a time limit only." Harry smirked at the guy. "Odds are she will pocket ten, maybe twenty books in her robes, and have the others delivered to her house in the morning." Hermione rushed up and traded handcarts again, before swirling away. Harry sighed. "Include a Five percent charge for the extra owls you will need."
Mr Blot grinned.
PBPB
An hour later, Hermione wanted to get started on her reading of her new books, and Emma wanted more wine before heading home. Back in the Leaky Tavern they had Dinner together before Harry drew Dan to the side and into an empty booth, showing the man the M1911.
"Harry? Where did you get that?" the man asked in a shaky voice.
"Don't worry sir. Not loaded." Harry set it on the table, pointing at the back wall. "I also know the basic three rules of Gun Safety. Treat all Weapons as if they are Loaded. Never point them at anything you don't want to shoot and or kill. Never touch the trigger until you are ready to discharge the Weapon."
"Okay. You know the basics." Dan 'washed' his face. "But you did not answer my question."
"As to where and how I got it, I can't tell you." Harry sighed, "But I am telling you that I need to train in Handguns and rifles over the next month. Hermione told me a while back that You are a member of a shooting club. I can pay the fees to join, but I need a sponsor and guide."
"Let me think about it." the man sighed. He looked over at his Wife and Daughter. "Looks like Emma really likes your Elf-wine."
"House Elf pressed Wine." Harry shook his head. "Several Seventh year House-mate have stumbled in on a Hogsmead Weekend, needing someone to guide them to bed. But her headache will be lighter than if she was drinking Firewhisky."
"Firewhisky?" Dan snapped around to looked at the boy, "You are just now mentioning that Magicals have a whiskey?"
"We do." Harry grinned, "But you need to clear the weekend after, if you decide to drink, so you can recover." The grin turned evil for a second. "But you do get to blow flame like a dragon for a few drinks … or so says the upperclassmen. And if you think the wine drinkers take a hit… the whisky drinkers have to be levitated to their beds from the common room floor. It is half the reason that we learn to levitate things as our second big charm once we get past theory and into practice… so that even a Firsty can move the drunken older students up the stairs."
"Hey Dan!" Emma called from her booth, "You gatta try this." She emptied her glass. "Get two more and we can 'Play' Tonight!"
Both Dan and Hermione snapped upright. "Shit!" Dan hissed, "She wants to play bedroom games and we are two hours from the House!"
Harry frowned, before it clicked. "Get her to the Car. I will get you Wine for later, and a Firewhisky to end next week with.
Harry slid the gun back into his belt at the small of his back, as he exited the booth. The boy hurried to talk to Thom behind the Bar. "Hey Thom, Can I get two bottles of elf wine and a bottle of Ogden's reserve for the Adults? You can seal them so I can't open them, if you don't trust me, but I do own them, a really nice gift."
"Okay, but you pay me in coin right now." the Bar-keep twisted his mustache as he frowned. "That is twenty for the Ogden's, and fifteen each for the wine."
Harry swung his coin pouch up onto the counter and counted out sixty Galleons, in neat six stacks of ten. "I know you only asked for fifty, but I wanted to put ten on my rent, even if I am not here tonight."
"Are you going with them?" Thom nodded at the man trying to get his wife to her feet as she tried to kiss him from the booth.
"Something like that." Harry tucked the bottles into his inner pockets of his new robe. He returned to the table to help Hermione repack her books. "I feel for you. How often do they… play?"
"It is not how often they Play." Hermione groaned, "It is what they Play. I will be locking myself in my room, and listening to loud rock music tonight, while I read. No Doubt that they will be using their new Robes in a game of Warlock and Witch tonight. Ever since my Potion accident, my hearing has improved… and I can not cast a silencing spell on my room… Yet"
With the promise of more wine at home, Dan and Harry lured Emma out to the street, where they walked to the Granger's Range Rover three blocks away. With Emma holding the bottles, and Hermione reading by the fading sunlight Dan climbed into the driver's seat and waved goodbye to the lad.
As the Rover faded from view, John made himself known.
"Now can we go to the Continental ?" the Avenger asked.
"Now we go to the Continental." Harry agreed, and stepped to the curb to wave a black cab driving by.
Instead of catching the Hack's attention…Harry's view was obscured. With a loud bang, a purple triple decker bus pulled up in front of him. A Wizard in pale lavender robes, slightly glamered to look like a suit, staggered off the back of the bus.
"At Least the Damn Bus is on Time." the Wizard grumbled as he staggered towards the Leaky Cauldron.
"Welcome Weary Traveler. This is the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike,(He pointed at his name badge) and I will be your conductor this evening." The scruffy and shabby dressed wizard leaned on the door frame as he tucked the prompt-card into his pocket. "Ello there, Neville. Where to tonight?"
"Twenty-five Savile Row." John was not impressed.
"Twenty-five Savile Row." Harry flicked a gold coin at the man. "Keep quiet about me, please. I am going to the third floor." Harry trotted up the spiral stairs to the third level. Here the chairs were a little more then park bench basic.
"The feel of the place is…" Harry sighed.
"Yeah." John phased in. "New York has a place like this… the Bowery. A Nice place to visit, but I would not like to live there."
Harry bareilly got seated before the Bus backfired, and swerve into the oncoming travic.
John caught himself, before he could fall to the floor. "Why did you want to be this high up?"
"I have a thing for flying." He watched as the Bus crossed over the Tower Bridge. "Besides This way I get to experience the full weirdness that is wizardry. You know how the common way to travel from point A to point B involves in staying in your lane, but this bus jumps from point A to point C and then has to run into oncoming traffic and when they must pass between two double decker buses, like those two ahead…" and indeed two red double decker bus were heading in their direction, and the purple bus was if anything charging even faster at them. "The Driver just pops the clutch, shifts down, and yanks a handle in the top of his station, causing this bus to squeeze together like an earthworm through the eye of a needle."
Once again Harry felt the pressure of the bus going thin.
"To quote the Jamaican shrunken heads hanging by Ernie; 'Watch your head!'." Harry snorted. "And all this while invisible to the common motorest that they all but run over."
The Purple bus took two more turns before slamming on it's brakes, throwing Harry and John into the front Window of their floor.
"Twenty-five Savile Row!" Stan yelled up the stairs.
Harry grinned at his boogy-man, "And we are here."
John phased out, "Finialy."
As He bounded down the Stairs, Harry slipped Stan another Galleon in a handshake. "To my Health." and he stepped onto the curb as the bus fanished with bang of it's backfire.
"When we go back, We will have Zeus call us a Cab from inside, and do things the normal way." John stood beside the youth, "Follow me, keep quiet. You will need to know the proper phrases, the Parlance."
As they entered, and made across the Atrim to the Main Desk, a man dressed in a suit that would make Malfoy look up and take notice, smiled at them. "Mr. Wick. I heard that you were working in New York."
"I am." John rested his hands flat on the Desk. Is Managment available?"
"They can be…If I might question as to why."
"An Accounting Issue." John spoke firmly.
"Fifth Floor, Left of the Lift. Third Door on the Left. Will you be needing a Reservation?"
"Two nights for two." John nodded. "Unless My Issue is not valid." John lead the way to a gilded wrought iron grate cage elevator. The Gentleman that was working the gate controls made Albus look young. "Fifth floor please."
As the two stepped out onto the fifth floor, a Busty Red headed woman wearing a Leather Courset over a knee length leather skirt, two inch heeled leather boots, crossed their path. Her bespoke Suit Jacket would have made her look like a true professional… if not for the fact, it too was Black Corrinthian Leather.
"Jonathan."
"Kent" John nodded at the woman.
"I heard you were working out of New York." She frowned. "Exclusively."
"You are correct." John sighed. "Something came up and I need to open a new Account."
"You are sweating." Kent peered closer. "What can make the great Baba Yaga sweat."
"Something above the High Table." John spit. "I can not even talk about it with Winston."
"A new Aaccount." Kent hummed. "It will cost you. You know the rules on Account Management."
"I do." John relaxed a bit. "It will be needed under the Name Harold Potter. And This is Harold." He waved at the boy. "Oods are I will be handing him the Account in a couple years. Three max, unless I am called Home."
"Where will He Work?" Kent leaned on the wall.
"As I understand things." Harry spoke up, "I will be working out of London for the next four Summers, as I finish my classes at School. By the Summer of '98, should I be alive, I can be exclusive to London."
Kent nodded. "And what is needed?" She step forward and opened the door to the office. "I will want You, Exclusively. While you teach the boy." She lead the way in, seating behind a desk that made Dumbledor's look like a bed-side table.
"Face to Face contracts only." John sighed. "I need to keep this quiet from Winston and the High Table." He looked at Harry. "I heard that 'Maveth' was just retired. The Title should be open."
Kent picked up the phone and punched in a number. "Administration… Accounts Payable… Have an Exclusive opening a new account. Inquiring on the title 'Maveth'." she pointed to the chairs before the desk. The males sat, but remained ridged. "Yes, I am claiming a new Assosite who is offering to be mine exclusively for five years… I will be incurring all starting costs in introducing him… Okay, Title is Maveth. Name on the Account is Harold Potter… Thank you, I will take it from here… Through me, Face to Face only until notice… Private … thank you." She set the Phone back in its cradle.
Looking at John, "What does the boy need?"
John glanced at the boy. "A Visit with both the Talior and Sommelier. Give us a week of private training and I can introduce him to the job."
"Starting allowance?"
"I ask for Five Hundred, needing One Hundred just to dress him properly. He is wearing his school clothes right now, paid with coin from his trust account. A private account as I understand it."
"Why Private?" Kent glared at the boy.
Harry's face hardened. "Otherwise my Uncle would demand it be turned over to him because 'freaks' like me do not deserve three million pounds and I owe them for taking me in when I was a babe."
"How long have you had this trust account?"
Harry glanced at John, "As I understand things, three days after my birth, my Father opened the Trust fund. I first accessed it end of July '91."
"Two fifty." Kent turned back to John, "Let's see if he knows what he is doing." She stood and swung a painting of a man sitting on her chair aside and spun the dial, then twisted it back, then forward again. She drew out a box of gold coins about the size of Galleons. Five rows of fifty coins. This box was handed to John who set the box on the Desk. She closed the safe before respinning the tumbler dial. Then the painting was returned to its resting place.
"Follow me." She led the way out.
"The Coins are your responsibility," John told Harry as they followed along.
Harry was quick to pocket the whole tray of coins by slipping it into his Coin Pouch.
TBC
PBPB
AN:
Master: Class: Servant:
Potter Avenger John Wick
Granger Assassin Riddick
? Rider ? (Gaia?)
The Continental:
Manager;
Winston = New York
'Kent' = London
Concierge;
Charon = New York
Mercury = London