Fic: Indistinguishable-Prologue/?
Title: Indistinguishable
Pairings: Arthur/Eames, Harry/Draco
Summary: Eames had promised himself he would never go back to Britain. Wizards had long lives and even longer memories. But here he was, on a plane that was slowing to a stop on a Heathrow runway. Because Lucius Malfoy knows too much, he thought rubbing absentmindedly at his left forearm.
Rating: R (Mature)
Disclaimer: I do not own Inception or Harry Potter and am not doing this for money.
Warnings: (overall) Violence, Dub-Con, references to Underage, Malfoys being Malfoys
Wordcount: (this part) ~500
Master Post
Prologue
Eames had promised himself he would never go back to Britain. Wizards had long lives and even longer memories. But here he was, on a plane that was slowing to a stop on a Heathrow runway. Because Lucius Malfoy knows too much, he thought rubbing absentmindedly at his left forearm.
America had been liberating. Living among Americans had been even more so. Half the wizards in the States had never heard the name Voldemort and most of the ones who recognized the name also recognized him as ‘not their problem’. Occasionally, Eames would run in to someone who just thought he had a few too many tattoos.
Eames smiled at the pretty stewardess who had handed him her number when he’d boarded. She flushed.
He’d been one of the lucky ones. By the time he’d packed up and left, Voldemort and his followers had been too preoccupied with whatever Potter was doing to care about a missing Polyjuicer. He’d also spent enough time wearing other bodies that he wouldn’t be recognized for what he was. To most wizards he was just another Slytherin who had fucked off somewhere abroad to avoid picking a side in the war. And wasn’t that just typical of Gryffindors to condemn both the person who chose the wrong side and the one who refused to make the choice.
When a stewardess announced it was safe to do so, Eames unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up. He reached up to the overhead compartment and pulled down the carryon bag he had stored there. He waited for the passengers in front of him to collect their belongings and shuffled out of the plane after them.
It wasn’t that he wouldn’t be safe in Britain. He could live there quite happily as long as he kept his robes in place.
Except Lucius Malfoy was there.
Under the circumstances it was understandable that he didn’t want to be anywhere near wizarding Britain while Malfoy was still alive. Unfortunately, he didn’t have much of a choice.
Eames walked into a nearby restroom behind a tall, balding man. He was surprised by the short line. Apparition points in New York were never this efficient.
Immediately following Voldemort’s defeat the Ministry had adopted a zero tolerance policy regarding Death Eaters, suspected Death Eaters, and Dark sympathizers. By all accounts it had been a miserable time for everyone. Fifteen years later and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement still sent its Aurors after the slightest hint of a Death Eater, even when they had to break international law to do it.
So no, he really didn’t want to be back in Britain and he certainly didn’t want to go to Malfoy Manor, but he would make the best of his hopefully short trip.
Well, he thought quirking his lips. Maybe I’ll run into Arthur. He closed the door of the stall and apparated to Wiltshire.
Chapter 1
This entry was originally posted at http://audraveen.dreamwidth.org/3040.html.
Pairings: Arthur/Eames, Harry/Draco
Summary: Eames had promised himself he would never go back to Britain. Wizards had long lives and even longer memories. But here he was, on a plane that was slowing to a stop on a Heathrow runway. Because Lucius Malfoy knows too much, he thought rubbing absentmindedly at his left forearm.
Rating: R (Mature)
Disclaimer: I do not own Inception or Harry Potter and am not doing this for money.
Warnings: (overall) Violence, Dub-Con, references to Underage, Malfoys being Malfoys
Wordcount: (this part) ~500
Master Post
Prologue
Eames had promised himself he would never go back to Britain. Wizards had long lives and even longer memories. But here he was, on a plane that was slowing to a stop on a Heathrow runway. Because Lucius Malfoy knows too much, he thought rubbing absentmindedly at his left forearm.
America had been liberating. Living among Americans had been even more so. Half the wizards in the States had never heard the name Voldemort and most of the ones who recognized the name also recognized him as ‘not their problem’. Occasionally, Eames would run in to someone who just thought he had a few too many tattoos.
Eames smiled at the pretty stewardess who had handed him her number when he’d boarded. She flushed.
He’d been one of the lucky ones. By the time he’d packed up and left, Voldemort and his followers had been too preoccupied with whatever Potter was doing to care about a missing Polyjuicer. He’d also spent enough time wearing other bodies that he wouldn’t be recognized for what he was. To most wizards he was just another Slytherin who had fucked off somewhere abroad to avoid picking a side in the war. And wasn’t that just typical of Gryffindors to condemn both the person who chose the wrong side and the one who refused to make the choice.
When a stewardess announced it was safe to do so, Eames unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up. He reached up to the overhead compartment and pulled down the carryon bag he had stored there. He waited for the passengers in front of him to collect their belongings and shuffled out of the plane after them.
It wasn’t that he wouldn’t be safe in Britain. He could live there quite happily as long as he kept his robes in place.
Except Lucius Malfoy was there.
Under the circumstances it was understandable that he didn’t want to be anywhere near wizarding Britain while Malfoy was still alive. Unfortunately, he didn’t have much of a choice.
Eames walked into a nearby restroom behind a tall, balding man. He was surprised by the short line. Apparition points in New York were never this efficient.
Immediately following Voldemort’s defeat the Ministry had adopted a zero tolerance policy regarding Death Eaters, suspected Death Eaters, and Dark sympathizers. By all accounts it had been a miserable time for everyone. Fifteen years later and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement still sent its Aurors after the slightest hint of a Death Eater, even when they had to break international law to do it.
So no, he really didn’t want to be back in Britain and he certainly didn’t want to go to Malfoy Manor, but he would make the best of his hopefully short trip.
Well, he thought quirking his lips. Maybe I’ll run into Arthur. He closed the door of the stall and apparated to Wiltshire.
Chapter 1
This entry was originally posted at http://audraveen.dreamwidth.org/3040.html.