A Strange Little Piece
Don't ask me where this came from. It just popped into my head while I was writing an entirely unrelated scene for Family of Providence.And having said numerous times, to anyone that would listen, that I dislike short little pieces, here is one
Title: Grim and Reaper
Rating: None
Genre: Crossover (HL/HP), Humour?
Word Count: 271 words
Status: Complete, unbeta'ed
Spoilers for Season 5 of Highlander and Book 5 of Harry Potter.
By the way, this makes very little sense, and shouldn't be thought about logically. Without further ado:
Two men stood on a dark street in London, in front of a house that could not be seen, wearing black cloaks. One was leaning casually against the wall between number 10 and 14, which should have been number 12, but wasn’t quite.
"How’s your Boyscout coming along?” the first asked, his hazel eyes glinting with humour.
“You know how it is,” his companion replied, clear blue eyes sparkled mischievously.
“Wilful and reckless as ever, then.”
“Persistent and brave.” The first man snorted disdainfully.
“Only a Gryffindor would think that.”
“You’re biased, you’re Slytherin through and through.” There was a moment of silence that was not uncomfortable.
“And yours? How’s yours coming along?”
“Thinks he’s the centre of the universe.”
“It’s those prophecies.” Blue eyes crinkled to match a wide smile. “Besides, we all know I’m the centre of the universe.”
“Certainly,” the first said derisively.
“You gave Snape lessons, didn’t you?” the second accused, his expression one of exaggerated betrayal. The first was saved from commenting when the door, to the house that should not be there, opened slightly. No one seemed to come out, but both men heard a surprised gasp.
“Sirius?” came the shocked and desperate plea.
“Harry?” The second man reached forward and grabbed a handful of silken material, pulling it to reveal a skinny, awkward teenager with ruffled black hair, amazing green eyes and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
“Sirius?”
“Harry.”
“But, you’re… you’re dead. I saw you fall.” The second man gave a sheepish smile.
“Uh, yeah, about that…”
“He’s Grim,” the first man offered. The second man grinned broadly.
“And he’s Reaper.”
(For anyone who didn’t get that. Methos was the first character, who was Death a couple thousand years ago. And Sirius was the second character, whose animagus form is a dog that looks much like a Grim, and is a portent of death.)
Shifty
Title: Grim and Reaper
Rating: None
Genre: Crossover (HL/HP), Humour?
Word Count: 271 words
Status: Complete, unbeta'ed
Spoilers for Season 5 of Highlander and Book 5 of Harry Potter.
By the way, this makes very little sense, and shouldn't be thought about logically. Without further ado:
Two men stood on a dark street in London, in front of a house that could not be seen, wearing black cloaks. One was leaning casually against the wall between number 10 and 14, which should have been number 12, but wasn’t quite.
"How’s your Boyscout coming along?” the first asked, his hazel eyes glinting with humour.
“You know how it is,” his companion replied, clear blue eyes sparkled mischievously.
“Wilful and reckless as ever, then.”
“Persistent and brave.” The first man snorted disdainfully.
“Only a Gryffindor would think that.”
“You’re biased, you’re Slytherin through and through.” There was a moment of silence that was not uncomfortable.
“And yours? How’s yours coming along?”
“Thinks he’s the centre of the universe.”
“It’s those prophecies.” Blue eyes crinkled to match a wide smile. “Besides, we all know I’m the centre of the universe.”
“Certainly,” the first said derisively.
“You gave Snape lessons, didn’t you?” the second accused, his expression one of exaggerated betrayal. The first was saved from commenting when the door, to the house that should not be there, opened slightly. No one seemed to come out, but both men heard a surprised gasp.
“Sirius?” came the shocked and desperate plea.
“Harry?” The second man reached forward and grabbed a handful of silken material, pulling it to reveal a skinny, awkward teenager with ruffled black hair, amazing green eyes and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
“Sirius?”
“Harry.”
“But, you’re… you’re dead. I saw you fall.” The second man gave a sheepish smile.
“Uh, yeah, about that…”
“He’s Grim,” the first man offered. The second man grinned broadly.
“And he’s Reaper.”
(For anyone who didn’t get that. Methos was the first character, who was Death a couple thousand years ago. And Sirius was the second character, whose animagus form is a dog that looks much like a Grim, and is a portent of death.)
Shifty