Colours (011-019)
Title: Colours
Author: sa-kun
Fandom: Harry Potter, Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter, Bobby Singer
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 917
Prompt: 011, red. 012, orange. 013, yellow. 014, green. 015, blue. 016, purple. 017, brown. 018, black. 019, white.
Summary: In which Harry wakes up and Bobby is not himself.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Spoilers up to book 7 (HP), vague spoilers for season 4 & 5 of SPN. Each colour is a 100word drabble, posted as one chapter for easier reading. Part of my crossover series: start here.
.RED
The sky was red. Actually, it wasn't the sky that was red as much as the inside of his eyelids. Harry struggled to sit up, to open his eyes.
A hand on his chest pushed him down.
"Easy, kid," a familiar voice drawled.
"Bobby?" Harry murmured. "What…"
"Found you passed out on the road outside. Damn lucky I didn't run you over."
"Don't…remember. What-?"
Bobby placed a cool cloth over Harry's head. Harry instantly reached up and tugged it down over his eyes instead.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
Harry frowned. "It…I was outside, then everything went black."
-x-
.ORANGE
"Black, how?" Bobby demanded.
Harry shrugged. "I dunno, just. Black."
"Didn't feel…like you weren't in control or nothing?"
"Not really, no, more like I passed out or had a seizure or something. Or a migraine," Harry groaned and closed his eyes again. It was more orange now, than red, and slowly shaping letters.
"You get them a lot?"
"Not any more. Used to, when I was a teenager, but they stopped," Harry said, not really feeling up to discussing his supernatural life with Bobby. The man already thought he had a few screws loose; no need to make it worse.
-x-
.YELLOW
"Splitting migraines, eh?" Bobby muttered.
Giving a careful nod, Harry said, "I'm just glad I outgrew them."
The orange behind his eyelids was slowly melting into a softer, paler shade, so Harry chanced opening his eyes. Other than a faint yellow tinge to his vision, the light didn't hurt his eyes. "I was on the road?"
"Yeah."
Harry frowned. "I don't remember leaving my garden. My head splitting open, yes, but not…" When he turned to Bobby, he found the man giving him a careful onceover. "Bobby?"
"Never put much stock into ol' Jonson's ramblings, y'know?" Bobby began, tone pointed.
-x-
.GREEN
"Um, I guess?" Harry answered, quizzical.
Bobby rolled his eyes. "She swears you put some damned ghost 'to rest' in her attic. Now, I ain't no stranger to ghosts, but I do know that you gotta salt and burn the bones to gank 'em properly, not do some hippie dance with a daisy garland of spices."
Harry blinked, his green eyes more than a little confused. "…gank?" Harry tried the word hesitantly.
"Kill, kid."
"Oh. Well. I just warded her house against spiritual influences," Harry lied.
"Yeah? Really? Do I have the word 'gullible' printed on my forehead?"
"Not really."
-x-
.BLUE
"Good!" Bobby spat. "Now, I ain't gonna tip 'round this 'till I'm blue in the face, kid. Did a demon possess you?"
Harry blinked. "Demons are real?" The words were out his mouth before he could stop them. "Oh, I mean, why am I surprised?"
"How do you not know 'bout demons if you know about ghosts?" Bobby cried, incredulous.
Harry looked away. "I, um, just know about ghosts and how to protect against them?"
"Bullshit." Bobby's harsh tone made Harry flinch. "You know 'bout it all, or you don't know nothing. So, kid, again, what d'you know about demons?"
-x-
.PURPLE
What transpired after that almost happened too fast for Harry to make sense of it.
When Bobby reached to adjust his hat, the coloured text that was slowly turning back to its familiar blue flashed in front of his eyes. It made him spot the half hidden bruise on Bobby's temple, a dull purple discolouration. Bobby's hair mostly covered it, but in the years since the text had appeared, Harry had learned to decipher it, somewhat.
This meant alert, warning, take note.
Harry did, but he wondered why the text wanted him to see a bruise and remember about it.
-x-
.BROWN
"I don't know a lot about demons, honestly. I know they exist, to stay away, and to never make a deal with one, but that's about it," Harry lied, because the text had warned him, so Harry kept his words deliberately vague. Loki'd be proud, no doubt.
Bobby, though, looked seriously browned off with him. "You know how to banish a demon or not, kid?"
Harry blinked. The text flashed, urgent and desperate, one word over and over: NO.
So Harry dutifully shook his head. "No, I, um, don't, I guess."
"Ain't that neat," Bobby drawled and aimed his gun.
-x-
.BLACK
Bobby's eyes were solid black, no whites, no colour, nothing.
Harry reacted before Bobby - or, rather, the demon possessing Bobby - could pull the trigger of his gun. His arm flew out, index and middle finger held out and together, and jabbed Bobby once, sharply, on the forehead right where he had spotted the bruise.
"ETHARZI. AFFA OI ZIZOP."
It was the first time Harry had ever tried - ever felt he even could - speak the words aloud. They came to him with surprising ease, but, he realised, left him just as quickly again once their purpose had been served.
Bobby stiffened.
-x-
.WHITE
The demon screamed. Black smoke spewed from Bobby's mouth.
It wasn't corporal any longer; it was a spirit, albeit a demonic one, but spiritual shades Harry was more than equipped to deal with. He pulled his wand, somehow knowing he had to use it in order to dispel a demon, and concentrated.
This type of magic didn't require a spell or any words, mostly because Harry typically went on intuition. It was like working through slug. The demon resisted with all its might, before finally vanishing with a high-pitched shriek of pain and fury in a brilliant, white flash.
"Bugger."
Sequel: Colourless
Author: sa-kun
Fandom: Harry Potter, Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter, Bobby Singer
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 917
Prompt: 011, red. 012, orange. 013, yellow. 014, green. 015, blue. 016, purple. 017, brown. 018, black. 019, white.
Summary: In which Harry wakes up and Bobby is not himself.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Spoilers up to book 7 (HP), vague spoilers for season 4 & 5 of SPN. Each colour is a 100word drabble, posted as one chapter for easier reading. Part of my crossover series: start here.
.RED
The sky was red. Actually, it wasn't the sky that was red as much as the inside of his eyelids. Harry struggled to sit up, to open his eyes.
A hand on his chest pushed him down.
"Easy, kid," a familiar voice drawled.
"Bobby?" Harry murmured. "What…"
"Found you passed out on the road outside. Damn lucky I didn't run you over."
"Don't…remember. What-?"
Bobby placed a cool cloth over Harry's head. Harry instantly reached up and tugged it down over his eyes instead.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
Harry frowned. "It…I was outside, then everything went black."
-x-
.ORANGE
"Black, how?" Bobby demanded.
Harry shrugged. "I dunno, just. Black."
"Didn't feel…like you weren't in control or nothing?"
"Not really, no, more like I passed out or had a seizure or something. Or a migraine," Harry groaned and closed his eyes again. It was more orange now, than red, and slowly shaping letters.
"You get them a lot?"
"Not any more. Used to, when I was a teenager, but they stopped," Harry said, not really feeling up to discussing his supernatural life with Bobby. The man already thought he had a few screws loose; no need to make it worse.
-x-
.YELLOW
"Splitting migraines, eh?" Bobby muttered.
Giving a careful nod, Harry said, "I'm just glad I outgrew them."
The orange behind his eyelids was slowly melting into a softer, paler shade, so Harry chanced opening his eyes. Other than a faint yellow tinge to his vision, the light didn't hurt his eyes. "I was on the road?"
"Yeah."
Harry frowned. "I don't remember leaving my garden. My head splitting open, yes, but not…" When he turned to Bobby, he found the man giving him a careful onceover. "Bobby?"
"Never put much stock into ol' Jonson's ramblings, y'know?" Bobby began, tone pointed.
-x-
.GREEN
"Um, I guess?" Harry answered, quizzical.
Bobby rolled his eyes. "She swears you put some damned ghost 'to rest' in her attic. Now, I ain't no stranger to ghosts, but I do know that you gotta salt and burn the bones to gank 'em properly, not do some hippie dance with a daisy garland of spices."
Harry blinked, his green eyes more than a little confused. "…gank?" Harry tried the word hesitantly.
"Kill, kid."
"Oh. Well. I just warded her house against spiritual influences," Harry lied.
"Yeah? Really? Do I have the word 'gullible' printed on my forehead?"
"Not really."
-x-
.BLUE
"Good!" Bobby spat. "Now, I ain't gonna tip 'round this 'till I'm blue in the face, kid. Did a demon possess you?"
Harry blinked. "Demons are real?" The words were out his mouth before he could stop them. "Oh, I mean, why am I surprised?"
"How do you not know 'bout demons if you know about ghosts?" Bobby cried, incredulous.
Harry looked away. "I, um, just know about ghosts and how to protect against them?"
"Bullshit." Bobby's harsh tone made Harry flinch. "You know 'bout it all, or you don't know nothing. So, kid, again, what d'you know about demons?"
-x-
.PURPLE
What transpired after that almost happened too fast for Harry to make sense of it.
When Bobby reached to adjust his hat, the coloured text that was slowly turning back to its familiar blue flashed in front of his eyes. It made him spot the half hidden bruise on Bobby's temple, a dull purple discolouration. Bobby's hair mostly covered it, but in the years since the text had appeared, Harry had learned to decipher it, somewhat.
This meant alert, warning, take note.
Harry did, but he wondered why the text wanted him to see a bruise and remember about it.
-x-
.BROWN
"I don't know a lot about demons, honestly. I know they exist, to stay away, and to never make a deal with one, but that's about it," Harry lied, because the text had warned him, so Harry kept his words deliberately vague. Loki'd be proud, no doubt.
Bobby, though, looked seriously browned off with him. "You know how to banish a demon or not, kid?"
Harry blinked. The text flashed, urgent and desperate, one word over and over: NO.
So Harry dutifully shook his head. "No, I, um, don't, I guess."
"Ain't that neat," Bobby drawled and aimed his gun.
-x-
.BLACK
Bobby's eyes were solid black, no whites, no colour, nothing.
Harry reacted before Bobby - or, rather, the demon possessing Bobby - could pull the trigger of his gun. His arm flew out, index and middle finger held out and together, and jabbed Bobby once, sharply, on the forehead right where he had spotted the bruise.
"ETHARZI. AFFA OI ZIZOP."
It was the first time Harry had ever tried - ever felt he even could - speak the words aloud. They came to him with surprising ease, but, he realised, left him just as quickly again once their purpose had been served.
Bobby stiffened.
-x-
.WHITE
The demon screamed. Black smoke spewed from Bobby's mouth.
It wasn't corporal any longer; it was a spirit, albeit a demonic one, but spiritual shades Harry was more than equipped to deal with. He pulled his wand, somehow knowing he had to use it in order to dispel a demon, and concentrated.
This type of magic didn't require a spell or any words, mostly because Harry typically went on intuition. It was like working through slug. The demon resisted with all its might, before finally vanishing with a high-pitched shriek of pain and fury in a brilliant, white flash.
"Bugger."
Sequel: Colourless