[Fic] Hells-half-acre: Damned Demented Demons
[ Crossovers ]
Title: Damned Demented Demons
Writer:hells-half-acre
Alternate links: Ao3
Status of work: complete
Characters and/or pairings:Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger
Rating:PG13
Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read] Spoilers for all Harry Potter books, Spoilers up to 4x17 for Supernatural (but takes place shortly after 4x11
Length:103,000
Summary: Harry Potter saves the Winchesters from a Dementor attack, but the Winchesters aren't the only ones that need protecting.
Reccer's notes: This is probably one of the best Harry Potter/Supernatural crossovers I've ever read. Holding strictly to canon for both sources, yet building upon it and creating new layers with every word written. This isn't kidHarry, it's the full grown adult who's matured after the battle of Hogwarts and interacts with the Winchesers as a fully trained auror. The story doesn't downplay either side, nor does it take away the characters in canon weaknesses.
[Short excerpt]Harry put the white box and the grocery bag on the table. He pulled a chocolate syrup bottle out of the grocery bag.
"Help yourself to that," he said to Sam, and gestured to the white box. Sam slowly left Dean's side and walked over to the table. Harry moved past him towards Dean. He heard Sam flip the box open.
"Cake?" Sam said, and Harry almost laughed at the tone. So rarely did anyone talk to him these days as though he were an idiot.
"I know it seems ridiculous," Harry replied glancing back at Sam, "but you did say you would trust me."
Sam shrugged, and began to serve himself some cake, finding the paper plates and plastic forks in the grocery bag. Harry had to admit that he was surprised Sam really did seem to trust him.
"You're going to force feed my brother chocolate syrup?" Sam asked warily.
"Yes, hopefully this will work. If I have to call in a Healer...well, let's just say, I don't want to do that," Harry pulled out his wand. Luckily, he knew just the spell that would work. He had used it on James when he had been sick as a baby and had refused to eat. Sam came over and sat on the other side of the bed with his piece of cake, and watched Harry.
Harry pulled out his wand, glancing at Sam quickly as he did so, but Sam only watched with open curiosity. The concern for Dean was still in his eyes, but Harry could tell that Sam didn't consider Harry a threat. Harry knew he should just be grateful and leave it alone, but his curiosity was growing.
Harry dripped chocolate syrup into the air above Dean, and then caught it with a muttered spell, leaving it to hover. He concentrated and lead the syrup through the air, he gently pulled Deans chin down until his lips parted, and then guided the syrup passed them. He muttered more incantations and placed his wand on Dean's throat, which swallowed in response.
Harry glanced up at Sam again, and began to repeat the procedure, this time, dividing his attention slightly. He could do these spells wordlessly after all.
"Sam?" Harry began, quietly, "Not that I want you to doubt your decision or anything, but can I ask...why are you trusting me?"
Sam gave him a bemused look.
"I mean, I'm thrilled, I really am. And you SHOULD trust me. I'm a nice guy and all...only want to help," Harry paused to make Dean swallow, and then realized that he had been rambling. "It's just...you and your brother, well you're Hunters! I somehow doubt you trust just anyone, especially people who are...different."
Harry was surprised when Sam ducked his head, as if embarrassed, and seemed to overly focus on getting another forkful of cake.
"You'll probably understand when he wakes up," Sam replied softly, not meeting Harry's eyes. Then Sam smiled, "plus, I'm sure you're aware that you have a scar on the back of your hand that says 'I must not tell lies'"
"Oh," Harry said, he had honestly forgotten about that.