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Harry Potter/Law & Order/SVU | Murder By Magic | PG-13 | Multiple pairings (1/?)
Title: Murder By Magic (1/?)
Fandom: Harry Potter/Law & Order/Law & Order: SVU
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ginny/Draco; Ron/Hermione; Munch/Snape; Jack/Ed
Summary: What happens when a certain pair of homicide detectives catch a very unusual case?
Word Count: 1,290 for this part.
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: Has been edited slightly from its original version. Officially AU, but that’s not surprising; I started writing this in 2005.
“What?” Ed asked the M.E. incredulously. “How do you not know the cause of death?” he asked.
“It’s the strangest thing, but this person, although dead, is otherwise healthy. He wasn’t beaten, strangled, drowned, shot, stabbed, poisoned, or anything else I can think of. It looks like his organs just stopped working for no reason,” Rodgers told him.
“So we have absolutely no idea how he died?” Lennie replied.
“That’s about it. All I can tell you is that it wasn’t anything natural, so he was murdered, but I’ll be damned if I can figure out how,” she said.
“Could it be a new poison that works through the system quickly?” Ed wondered.
“Doubtful. Even the poisons hardest to detect leave some sort of trace. With this guy,” she gestured to the poor soul resting on the table, “there’s nothing.”
“All right, let’s go work on figuring out who he is, Lennie.” Ed sighed, and the two of them made their way out of the morgue.
* * *
“Nothing on his prints, dental records, and there are over 5,000 missing men who match his description,” Ed summarized to his lieutenant.
“There has to be some way to narrow this down. And the M.E. still doesn’t know what killed him?” she asked.
“She’s still stumped, lieu, it’s like this guy’s organs all just decided to take a little vacation at the exact same time. She hasn’t found anything that caused it,” Lennie told her. “I feel like I’m in an episode of the X-Files. When will Scully and Mulder be rushing in to take this away from us?”
Anita Van Buren gave him a look before replying, “Well, the best thing you can do for now is to go through those missing people. Maybe something will jump out at you.”
“Or we’ll just waste our time,” Lennie grumbled, but nonetheless sat down and started to sift through all the papers.
* * *
Meanwhile, far away, across an ocean and many other things, an old man with a very long, white beard sat in his very peculiar office in a very peculiar building. He wore purple robes and had a long, purple, pointed hat. On his very crooked nose—it had to have been broken at least twice—sat half moon spectacles. His deep blue eyes had a far away twinkle that indicated he was scheming—definitely not anything safe for those he considered his family and friends. This man’s name was Albus Dumbledore. He was the brilliant Headmaster of a very different sort of a school called Hogwarts: a school for witchcraft and wizardry.
On his desk sat a crystal ball. Indeed, not one meant to show the future; it was merely a See-All, meant to show the present, and it had proven itself useful many times, one such time being now. He gazed into it, seeing the detectives in New York go through paper after paper trying to determine who their poor victim was. He smiled, knowing that the man’s identity would not be in those papers, and then snapped his fingers. This would be a perfect time for some inter-world cooperation. No doubt Severus would call him a foolish, sentimental old Gryffindor, but he imagined a time, somewhere in the future, when the Wizarding World and the Muggle World at least intersected at some points. Perhaps it was asking too much, but it was definitely a nice thought.
Dumbledore stood up and headed over to his fire place. Grabbing his floo powder he decided to fire call six people: Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and Draco Malfoy. After the six had situated themselves in his office, he began to speak. “It has come to my attention that former Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge was found dead this morning by the Muggle authorities in New York City in Manhattan over in the United States. I’ve been watching them in my See-All and they have not been able to determine a cause of death, so it is very likely that he was killed with magic. Currently they are trying to figure out who he is—another impossible task, since Cornelius was not Muggle-born.
I need you to go get the two detectives working on this case, Lennie Briscoe and Ed Green, their lieutenant, Anita Van Buren, and their prosecutors, Abbie Carmicheal and Jack McCoy, since they’ll have heard of this man by now too, and bring them here. It is too risky to obliviate these people since they are law enforcers and have certain knowledge that we cannot risk deleting. I see this as a fantastic time to finally get the Muggle and Wizarding Worlds cooperating.”
Severus and Draco—the jaded Slytherins in the room—rolled their eyes at Dumbledore’s last comment and how ridiculously Gryffindor it was. The rest of the group simply nodded and Ginny and Harry elbowed Draco and Severus in the ribs respectively.
“I’m sure that was necessary,” Severus murmured sarcastically.
“Oh, it was, no need to be a smart ass, Severus.” Harry laughed.
Although at one time Severus Snape and Harry Potter could have claimed they hated each other and both had various moments where they would’ve cheerfully wrung the other’s neck, the war and working so closely together had had an effect on them. They had come to respect each other and had eventually become good friends. Many people speculated that they were lovers, because Severus was gay, and Harry was bisexual, but they just did not have feelings for each other. Their relationship had turned very father/son, and Severus was in a long-term relationship (two years, currently). They didn’t really pay any attention to the rumors though, because neither cared about what other people thought about them.
Now Draco had been a surprise. He had come crawling to Dumbledore, begging not to have to take the Dark Mark and follow in his father’s footsteps. No one really knew for sure what had happened that night to have such an effect on the young man, but many people were grateful for it. And although it had taken awhile, eventually, the five students and their teacher had formed a close-knit group. Ron and Hermione had, as everyone predicted, started dating in seventh year and gotten married a year after they graduated (a year before the Dark Lord had been defeated for the second, and final time). But the surprise was Ginny and Draco, who had started dating shortly after Ron and Hermione had gotten married. They weren’t married yet though, both wanting to take their time.
Now it was three years after the Dark Lord had been defeated. Harry had been an Auror for the two years after he graduated that Voldemort was still at large, but was now the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Ron and Ginny were still Aurors, Draco was teaching Arithmancy, and Hermione had taken over History of Magic after Professor Binns finally decided to retire.
* * *
The group of six made their way out of Dumbledore’s office and decided on a course of action. “I guess the easiest thing would be to use a portkey," Harry rationalized. “It’d be a lot less draining than Apparating and we could just use our necklaces,” he added, speaking of their necklaces that were emergency portkeys to Hogwarts. They had gotten them a year before Voldemort had been defeated and still wore them to this day, symbolizing that they were still friends.
“Ron, Draco, and I can go get the prosecutors—Abbie Carmicheal and Jack McCoy. You, Ginny, and Severus can go get the detectives and their lieutenant,” Hermione said to Harry, who then nodded in agreement.
“All right, that works. Let’s go.” Harry smiled.
Fandom: Harry Potter/Law & Order/Law & Order: SVU
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ginny/Draco; Ron/Hermione; Munch/Snape; Jack/Ed
Summary: What happens when a certain pair of homicide detectives catch a very unusual case?
Word Count: 1,290 for this part.
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: Has been edited slightly from its original version. Officially AU, but that’s not surprising; I started writing this in 2005.
“What?” Ed asked the M.E. incredulously. “How do you not know the cause of death?” he asked.
“It’s the strangest thing, but this person, although dead, is otherwise healthy. He wasn’t beaten, strangled, drowned, shot, stabbed, poisoned, or anything else I can think of. It looks like his organs just stopped working for no reason,” Rodgers told him.
“So we have absolutely no idea how he died?” Lennie replied.
“That’s about it. All I can tell you is that it wasn’t anything natural, so he was murdered, but I’ll be damned if I can figure out how,” she said.
“Could it be a new poison that works through the system quickly?” Ed wondered.
“Doubtful. Even the poisons hardest to detect leave some sort of trace. With this guy,” she gestured to the poor soul resting on the table, “there’s nothing.”
“All right, let’s go work on figuring out who he is, Lennie.” Ed sighed, and the two of them made their way out of the morgue.
“Nothing on his prints, dental records, and there are over 5,000 missing men who match his description,” Ed summarized to his lieutenant.
“There has to be some way to narrow this down. And the M.E. still doesn’t know what killed him?” she asked.
“She’s still stumped, lieu, it’s like this guy’s organs all just decided to take a little vacation at the exact same time. She hasn’t found anything that caused it,” Lennie told her. “I feel like I’m in an episode of the X-Files. When will Scully and Mulder be rushing in to take this away from us?”
Anita Van Buren gave him a look before replying, “Well, the best thing you can do for now is to go through those missing people. Maybe something will jump out at you.”
“Or we’ll just waste our time,” Lennie grumbled, but nonetheless sat down and started to sift through all the papers.
Meanwhile, far away, across an ocean and many other things, an old man with a very long, white beard sat in his very peculiar office in a very peculiar building. He wore purple robes and had a long, purple, pointed hat. On his very crooked nose—it had to have been broken at least twice—sat half moon spectacles. His deep blue eyes had a far away twinkle that indicated he was scheming—definitely not anything safe for those he considered his family and friends. This man’s name was Albus Dumbledore. He was the brilliant Headmaster of a very different sort of a school called Hogwarts: a school for witchcraft and wizardry.
On his desk sat a crystal ball. Indeed, not one meant to show the future; it was merely a See-All, meant to show the present, and it had proven itself useful many times, one such time being now. He gazed into it, seeing the detectives in New York go through paper after paper trying to determine who their poor victim was. He smiled, knowing that the man’s identity would not be in those papers, and then snapped his fingers. This would be a perfect time for some inter-world cooperation. No doubt Severus would call him a foolish, sentimental old Gryffindor, but he imagined a time, somewhere in the future, when the Wizarding World and the Muggle World at least intersected at some points. Perhaps it was asking too much, but it was definitely a nice thought.
Dumbledore stood up and headed over to his fire place. Grabbing his floo powder he decided to fire call six people: Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and Draco Malfoy. After the six had situated themselves in his office, he began to speak. “It has come to my attention that former Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge was found dead this morning by the Muggle authorities in New York City in Manhattan over in the United States. I’ve been watching them in my See-All and they have not been able to determine a cause of death, so it is very likely that he was killed with magic. Currently they are trying to figure out who he is—another impossible task, since Cornelius was not Muggle-born.
I need you to go get the two detectives working on this case, Lennie Briscoe and Ed Green, their lieutenant, Anita Van Buren, and their prosecutors, Abbie Carmicheal and Jack McCoy, since they’ll have heard of this man by now too, and bring them here. It is too risky to obliviate these people since they are law enforcers and have certain knowledge that we cannot risk deleting. I see this as a fantastic time to finally get the Muggle and Wizarding Worlds cooperating.”
Severus and Draco—the jaded Slytherins in the room—rolled their eyes at Dumbledore’s last comment and how ridiculously Gryffindor it was. The rest of the group simply nodded and Ginny and Harry elbowed Draco and Severus in the ribs respectively.
“I’m sure that was necessary,” Severus murmured sarcastically.
“Oh, it was, no need to be a smart ass, Severus.” Harry laughed.
Although at one time Severus Snape and Harry Potter could have claimed they hated each other and both had various moments where they would’ve cheerfully wrung the other’s neck, the war and working so closely together had had an effect on them. They had come to respect each other and had eventually become good friends. Many people speculated that they were lovers, because Severus was gay, and Harry was bisexual, but they just did not have feelings for each other. Their relationship had turned very father/son, and Severus was in a long-term relationship (two years, currently). They didn’t really pay any attention to the rumors though, because neither cared about what other people thought about them.
Now Draco had been a surprise. He had come crawling to Dumbledore, begging not to have to take the Dark Mark and follow in his father’s footsteps. No one really knew for sure what had happened that night to have such an effect on the young man, but many people were grateful for it. And although it had taken awhile, eventually, the five students and their teacher had formed a close-knit group. Ron and Hermione had, as everyone predicted, started dating in seventh year and gotten married a year after they graduated (a year before the Dark Lord had been defeated for the second, and final time). But the surprise was Ginny and Draco, who had started dating shortly after Ron and Hermione had gotten married. They weren’t married yet though, both wanting to take their time.
Now it was three years after the Dark Lord had been defeated. Harry had been an Auror for the two years after he graduated that Voldemort was still at large, but was now the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Ron and Ginny were still Aurors, Draco was teaching Arithmancy, and Hermione had taken over History of Magic after Professor Binns finally decided to retire.
The group of six made their way out of Dumbledore’s office and decided on a course of action. “I guess the easiest thing would be to use a portkey," Harry rationalized. “It’d be a lot less draining than Apparating and we could just use our necklaces,” he added, speaking of their necklaces that were emergency portkeys to Hogwarts. They had gotten them a year before Voldemort had been defeated and still wore them to this day, symbolizing that they were still friends.
“Ron, Draco, and I can go get the prosecutors—Abbie Carmicheal and Jack McCoy. You, Ginny, and Severus can go get the detectives and their lieutenant,” Hermione said to Harry, who then nodded in agreement.
“All right, that works. Let’s go.” Harry smiled.