So, this is an idea that I've been kicking around for some months now. You see, there seems to be a distinct lack of crossovers between the Potterverse and Red vs Blue. I've already made one sojourn into the latter with an Overlord crossover, Xenagogy for Belligerent AIs and Dungeon Denizens, where Church (the Alpha) takes the place of Momonga, but this will be my first Potterverse crossover, based to quite a degree on my 'Church's Child' challenge, whereby Harry, having made his way to the Red vs Blue universe as a pre-Hogwarts kid, ends up being adopted by the Churchs. Be warned that, while he isn't actually related to Carolina, she was, for a time, his sister by adoption, and they entered into a romantic relationship after the Director revealed Harry's adoption in a pretty dickish way, so if any kind of incest makes you feel uncomfortable, even between non-related siblings, then this isn't the story for you, as Harry and Carolina will be paired. I'm also taking some elements from Under the Light of the Shattered Moon (namely, the post-Tri-Wizard Tournament setting) and Harry Potter and the Blue-Haired Angel (the flashbacks taking place at the beginning of each chapter).

The second chapter will probably be posted in the next big update, alongside, amongst other things, Hollow Heroes, later in April. And no, this isn't an April Fool's joke.

Enjoy...

FREELANCER, MEDIC, MAGE

CHAPTER 1:

CAROLINA AND VIRGINIA

The tension in the bedroom was palpable. The red-haired young woman in the cyan armour, now stripping it down to a figure-hugging undersuit, had a stormy expression on her face, her green eyes simmering with fury. She tried, unsuccessfully, to calm herself down. Here she was, in an unfamiliar situation, far from home, abducted by idiots, and forced to stay here. She wanted to punch or shoot someone so bad, it wasn't funny.

Soon, though, the anger sublimated into sorrow, and her eyes glistened. So caught up in her thoughts was she, that she barely heard her comrade and lover step out of the bathroom. "The shower's free, Carrie."

She barely responded, so he sat down next to her, only a towel around his waist. There had been times when she shrugged off the arm around her shoulder from him, with varying degrees of aggression. But she didn't refuse the gesture now. She leaned into him, in fact. "Virg…how the hell are we going to get back home?" she asked quietly.

"I dunno, Carrie. And we're stuck here. Well, I'm stuck here, according to those idiots," he said. "If there was a means to send you back, I'd do it in a shot."

"I'm not leaving you behind, Virg. I know, I know, lately, I've been…distant, thanks to her. But…after what you took from Price's head…Jesus, what the fuck is our father doing?!"

"He's not our father, Carrie. He adopted me, remember? And he's little more than a sperm donor for you. Should've confronted him earlier. I'm more worried about the Alpha, and the others. Wash, Maine, York, the twins…hell, even Connie and Tex are victims."

"Yeah. Still slugging Tex in the face if we ever see her again," the woman said. "And that's a big if. Seriously, what the hell are we doing back in the late 20th Century?! And what's with these idiots in robes? I mean, I knew you had abilities, but we just thought you were some esper or something. Wizards…" She spat out the last word like it was a curse. "And that old fool with the beard…I want to shoot him."

"Get in line. After he confessed he left me with those…people…I'm glad I barely remember them. But I remember the cupboard. I'll never forget that."

After a moment, the redhaired woman stood, beginning to strip off her undersuit. "I'm going to need a long shower. I want you with me tonight. Please, stay with me."

"As always, Carolina…as always…"

Aiden Price was not exactly a man troubled by qualms or conscience. He was a calm, collected, stoic man. But he was also a cautious one, and this was part of the discontent he had with his boss, Director Leonard Church of Project Freelancer. Most of Project Freelancer had imploded, with two of its best agents going AWOL shortly after the execution of CT (formerly known as Agent Connecticut), and then some attempting to break out the Alpha AI, led by Agent Tex. Price placed the blame on Church's reckless desire to recreate his dead wife, as well as trying to create an elite group of soldiers he could use as his own private army.

Admittedly, Charon Industries needed to be stopped. Unbeknownst to the public and most of the UNSC, it was being run by Malcolm Hargrove, a man with enough influence to prevent any accusations from being applied to him. But the Director had made Hargrove into his personal nemesis, and used Project Freelancer recklessly to try and undermine Hargrove. The Director would even go as far as to use his own children, Agent Carolina and Agent Virginia. Virginia was an adopted child, found by the Church family a couple of years before Allison Church died fighting the Covenant. Indeed, Price had been tasked to confront the two over them being lovers, despite the fact that they weren't genetically related.

After Project Freelancer mostly imploded, Price stayed on as counsellor, particularly for the Recovery section. Agent Washington was being sent back into the field, mostly to try and find the deranged Meta, formerly Agent Maine. Price's loyalty to the Director was on the wane, admittedly for more pragmatic reasons than anything else: Hargrove was itching for an excuse to arrest everyone associated with Project Freelancer, or at least those high up in the organisation, even if the AWOL agents were being made scapegoats.

And now, Hargrove was beginning to breathe down the Director's neck. The catalyst had been the attack on the sim-trooper outpost at Valhalla, an attack that started with a crash of a spaceship, one they believed to be Agent Texas' ship, the one marked as destroyed after those incidents at the Blood Gulch outpost. Given the initial, albeit fragmented reports, Price suspected Omega was to blame for part of the damage, and the Meta swooped in like a vulture afterwards. After thwarting the former Agent Maine from retrieving any AIs since Agent Texas' attempt to retrieve the Alpha, they had managed to keep the Meta from obtaining any more…until now.

The three surviving members of Recovery's Freelancers were watching as the sole survivor of the outpost gave his report. He could tell South Dakota was barely restraining herself from interjecting. Her loyalties were the most in question, but the disappearance of Virginia and Carolina seemed to get her to stay loyal. She had Delta, though their partnership was shaky, to say the least.

Her twin brother, North Dakota, was more of a stabilising influence on her, thank whatever deity existed. He was certainly the most loyal of the Recovery Freelancers, though given his assistance of Texas during her attempt to free the Alpha, there was still a question mark next to said loyalties.

And then, finally, Washington. He of the failed Epsilon transplant. Professional, but cagey about anything to do with his experiences with Epsilon, and refusing another AI. Not that they could have, but Washington needed to be watched.

Price frowned when Henderson said something, something that gained not only his attention, but also that of the three Freelancers. "I beg your pardon, Walter, but would you kindly repeat that?"

"Well, we witnessed two people…seemingly in the same getup as those three. One was in cyan, a mixture of Rogue and Recon armour, and the other seemed to be in white modified Hayabusa armour with red parts. They took the body from the Blue's base, and vanished, though not before the one in white healed the Blues of their injuries."

"It's them," growled South.

As Henderson turned to look at them, Price said, "Please pay Agent South Dakota no attention, Walter. Are there any further details you can furnish us with regarding those two?"

"Not really. We found later a couple of our guys who had been injured pretty badly had been healed overnight, and a sticky note had been left on them saying 'You're Welcome', as well as a warning to disable our radios. They seemed to vanish. And then, well, shortly afterwards, that's when IT came…"

The rest of the questioning went on, before Henderson was led away. Price fought the urge to rub his head. It seemed that Agent Virginia and Agent Carolina were back. And given that they had been declared AWOL, and made as scapegoats for the worst of what happened at Project Freelancer, along with CT, they would not be happy, to say the least.

After Henderson finished, and was escorted away, pending whether Director Church would send him off with a generous pension, incarcerate him, or imprison him, Price turned his attention to the Freelancers. "So, what do you make of all this?"

It was North who spoke first. "It sounds like what we encountered. That…thing that used to be Agent Maine. It's probably looted other Freelancer caches, given how they spoke of it having cloaking capabilities. The Meta probably just needed more AIs to run it. And given the report about how Gamma and Omega were on the ship with Agent Texas…"

"Shit, so the Meta now has five AIs," growled South. "Sigma, Eta, Iota, Gamma and Omega…and it was Omega doing all the body-hopping driving these mooks nuts."

"South," Washington said, his voice firmly rebuking her. "Sim-troopers or not, they deserve a little more respect."

"Bite me, Wash," South retorted.

"I presume the prospect of facing the Meta again concerns you all?" Price asked.

"I think I can safely speak for all of us when I say it doesn't make me excited," Washington said.

"You got that right," South grumbled. "And what about those two the mook spotted? That has to be Carolina and the Virgin."

"While we cannot confirm that for certain, there have been a spate of sightings of Agents Carolina and Virginia in the past few weeks," Price said. "Agent North, Agent South, I will assign you to try and track down the rogue agents. They are to be brought into custody, both alive for preference, along with the body of Agent Texas." He shot South a particularly strong look. "As for you, Agent Washington, I think you should start by going back over the trail of Omega. There are a number of soldiers from Blood Gulch who have considerable experience with it."

"I see. So, I should contact these experts…"

"We do not like the term…experts," Price intervened.

South snorted. "They're sim-troopers, right? I heard Blood Gulch was where they posted some of the more idiotic ones. So calling them 'experts' is too nice."

Price shot South another glare, before saying, "Agent South is correct, albeit in her usual crude, unrefined manner…"

"Fuck you, asshole."

"The term 'experts' is too…complimentary," Price concluded. He knew Washington would be in for something of a snipe hunt: many of the soldiers had been transferred, save for a few stubborn souls. Price hadn't been kept in the loop, and while he could get the information easily enough, he needed to test Washington's loyalties. Still, they needed to deal with this situation soon…

Tex wasn't expecting to wake up. Well, unless it was in one of Project Freelancer's capture units, or trapped within the armour of that monster Maine had been twisted into by Sigma. She was lucky to escape that fucker now known as the Meta…but her luck was sure to run out some time.

And yet, when she did wake up, she was on a bed, stripped of her armour, down to her gynoid body, she realised, and basic fatigues. She rarely took off her armour, almost never needing it. After all, she wasn't human, and in any case, the Director didn't like people seeing her face. He modelled her gynoid body on Allison, his wife, and the woman she was based on, and he didn't want anyone to put two and two together. She wondered why he didn't just use a different appearance for her gynoid body, before realising, that missed the point of having a new version of his dead wife.

Sitting nearby was a girl in her mid to late teens with bushy brown hair, and rather prominent teeth. Tex would have started threatening her, but her movements were sluggish. "Don't move," the girl said quietly. "Your body was pretty banged up during the crash, and we don't know whether we managed to repair everything properly. You're Agent Texas, right?"

"Right," Tex said, nodding. "Who are you? Who do you work for? I didn't think the UNSC hired you this young, unless you're part of the SPARTAN program."

"Oh, no, I'm not with them, or Project Freelancer," the girl said hurriedly. "Call me Athena. We retrieved you from the Valhalla base you crashed near. Well, I say we, but I'm more mission control here. I was brought here from…back home. There wasn't anything really left for me. My parents were murdered." Her face fell, and Tex found herself actually feeling sorry. "Anyway, a couple of old comrades of yours wanted me to come with them. I've been learning about the technology of this time ever since. Anyway, they heard about your crash at Valhalla, and came to pick you up. They couldn't find Omega or O'Malley, though, or Gamma, and they didn't want to stick around for Project Freelancer to find them. Anyway, I'd better go get them, let them know you're awake."

Athena scurried out of the room, a rather luxurious room, like a proper house, Tex noted. Then, the door slid open, admitting a pair of very familiar figures. Ones that Tex wasn't sure she was glad to see again. Both dressed in rather casual clothes, compared to what she usually saw them in. The woman was red-haired with green eyes, glinting at Tex dangerously. The man had a messy thatch of black hair, emerald eyes peering out at her rather more calmly.

"Carolina…Virginia…" Tex said, getting uneasily to her feet. "Should I be glad to see you two, or worried?"

"It depends," Carolina said. "And in private, I call him Harry." Then, coldly, she dropped the bombshell she had apparently been waiting to drop for a very long time. "Then again, you should know that. Shouldn't you, Mother?"

CHAPTER 1 ANNOTATIONS:

So, Harry and Carolina have hooked up (despite Harry being adopted by the Church family…we'll deal with that later), and have caused more than a few butterfly wings to affect Season 6. No prizes for guessing who Athena is, of course.

No numbered annotations this time.