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Harry Potter/Law & Order/SVU | Murder By Magic | PG-13 | Multiple pairings (5/?)
Title: Murder By Magic (5/?)
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: 1,338 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.
Meanwhile, in a building far off the radar of any “See-All”, two figures sat huddled, talking quietly.
“They actually got the Muggle police involved?” sneered the taller one. He had long blond hair, held a cane, and carried an air of aristocracy about him. He was named Lucius Malfoy. His companion was shorter, much more the henchman type. He had black hair, a sneering, vile face, and was named Thaddeus Nott.
“I always knew Dumbledore was an old fool,” Nott replied smugly. “Now, who is our next victim?”
“Oh, you’re going to love this.” Lucius' smile was nothing short of venomous.
* * *
“You know, we’re looking at this like it’s one of them, either or—isn’t it entirely possible that they’re conspiring?” Ed asked.
“That’s another possibility—but Lucius, he’s...” Hermione started.
“...a condescending bastard?” Harry supplied.
“That works. I’m not sure if he would lower himself to work with a Nott. They were never on the same level—socially, financially, or within Voldemort’s ranks.”
“If there are only two of them left it doesn’t seem like he has much choice,” Jack pointed out.
“Lucius is also very pretty. I would not be surprised if he seduced someone into following orders for him. And there’s always Imperius,” Severus responded.
“What’s that?” Abbie asked.
“It’s another Unforgivable Curse,” Hermione explained. “It forces whoever you cast it on to do anything and everything you ask them to—even killing others or themselves. Luckily, it is possible to overthrow. Harry was able to in our fourth year.”
“How many of these ‘Unforgivable Curses’ are there? And what does the title mean?” Anita asked.
“There are three,” Hermione started, switching into textbook mode. “Imperius, Cruciatus, and Avada Kedavra. The first, like I said, allows the caster complete control over whoever they are casting it on, but it is possible to throw it off. The word used to cast it is imperio, which is Latin for ‘order’, ‘govern’, or ‘command’. The second is probably the worst, depending on your viewpoint. It is merely constant, never-ending pain. The word Cruciatus is Latin for torture. The spell, crucio, is Latin for torment. It is possible to drive people insane using this curse. The third curse is also horrible—Avada Kedavra. It is the killing curse. There is no known defense to it and only Harry has survived it. All of these curses are given the name Unforgivable because using them on another human being can result in a life term in Azkaban,” Hermione finished.
“Thank you,” Anita replied. “You sound so knowledgeable about this.”
Hermione flushed. “Thanks.”
“Hermione spends her spare time reading gigantic textbooks. She’s probably read nearly every book in the Hogwarts library.” Ron smirked.
“Oh shush, Ron.” Hermione hit him.
“It is certainly not a bad thing—Hermione was always top notch in her studies. Something I cannot say for you, can I?” Severus said to Ron.
Ron turned a little red. “Yeah, Harry and I were always the ones being nagged by Hermione to do our homework. Especially Potions work.”
“I wonder why.” Severus rolled his eyes.
A few of the non-magical folks were looking slightly confused, so Harry elaborated. “Severus teaches Potions here at Hogwarts. We used to be his students. While we were, Voldemort was still at large, so Severus had to act like he hated all students beside his Slytherins, because he’s also the Head of the Slytherin house. Now, he’s mellowed—he’s still strict as all hell because it’s Potions and one mistake could be fatal, but he doesn’t favor the Slytherins anymore.”
“Yes, that was one of the most irritating aspects of spying, having to belittle those students who were truly gifted. At least Draco was rather good at Potions on his own merits, so that wasn’t too painful,” Severus added.
“I was a snooty little Slytherin pureblood, up until sixth year. Everyone thought I was going to go dark, except for Severus, who always tried to show me the right way, even if he had to do it subtly,” Draco informed their guests.
Suddenly, the Headmaster walked into the Great Hall. He looked rather troubled. “I have to send one of the detectives back immediately—the person responsible for this crime you are discussing now has struck again. I have just found out that Sybil Trelawney was killed about an hour ago in the Manhattan area.”
“I’ll go,” Ed spoke up. Dumbledore nodded.
“Follow me,” he replied. Ed noticed that the twinkle he’d saw in the old man’s eye the first time he’d met him was diminished. There was an aura of melancholy around him—obviously, he’d known this victim. It seemed as though all of the magical people had. Ed followed Dumbledore out of the Great Hall.
“Am I right in assuming you all knew this victim?” Jack asked.
“She taught Divination,” Hermione looked completely shocked. “I can’t believe it. I mean, it was crazy Trelawney—we all made fun of her and thought she was completely batty. And me! I was horrible to her, always looking down on her, Merlin...” she trailed off.
Ron pulled her to him. “Hermione, it’s all right. It wasn’t like you were alone.”
“I know,” she said into Ron’s shoulder, “but I feel horrible.”
“You know what this means, right?” Draco spoke up.
“It’s a message.” Severus nodded solemnly. “A message that even those who work at Hogwarts are not safe.” He paused and looked at the four remaining non-magical guests. “And now, neither are you.”
* * *
After Ed returned, bearing the news that the body had been killed the same way and that the Dark Mark was burned onto Trelawney’s forearm post-mortem, Harry announced that they would all be staying the night—protected at Hogwarts. Anita protested this at first, saying that she had a family to return to, but Harry informed her that they were already being relocated. Everyone was involved now, and there was no turning back.
A slight change had occurred, since the finding of the second body. Predictably, the atmosphere was even more subdued, but Severus noted curiously that Jack seemed to gravitate closer to Ed. No one else had really noticed as no one else had really been paying attention, their energy focused on what needed to be done to stop any more killings, but Severus had always been extremely observant. It was a necessary trait of a spy, former or otherwise.
After awhile, he decided to test his theory by bringing up an excuse to get himself alone with Jack. He suggested a restroom break, one he could tell the other man would eagerly take him up on. As luck would have it, no one else did. He led Jack to the nearest restroom.
Quickly, they both finished and were walking back to the Great Hall. Severus posed his question then: “How close are you and Detective Green?”
Jack looked at him, surprised, before answering honestly. “We’ve been lovers for about six months now.”
Severus nodded. “Thought so.”
“How could you tell?”
“Do not worry, you were not being obvious. I am simply used to having to pick up on small details, such as your gradual movement to sitting next to him.”
“Ah,” Jack responded. “I suppose this recent threat has worried me a little.”
“Yes, how they managed to capture Trelawney is a bit of a mystery. She rarely ever came out of her tower. Clearly, we’ve underestimated whoever this is; it makes me think it’s Lucius.”
They continued to talk as they entered the Great Hall again.
“What time is it?” Ron asked.
“Nearly six,” Hermione told him. “Why?”
“I’m hungry,” he responded.
“Are you ever not hungry?” she asked, exasperated.
“Hey, it’s been awhile since lunch,” Ron protested.
“Not even five hours,” Hermione pointed out dryly.
“That’s awhile!” he exclaimed. Hermione just shook her head.
“Is anyone else hungry?” she asked.
Ed, Jack, Lennie, Abbie, Harry, and Draco were all hungry, so they decided to head back down to the kitchens for some food.
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: 1,338 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.
Meanwhile, in a building far off the radar of any “See-All”, two figures sat huddled, talking quietly.
“They actually got the Muggle police involved?” sneered the taller one. He had long blond hair, held a cane, and carried an air of aristocracy about him. He was named Lucius Malfoy. His companion was shorter, much more the henchman type. He had black hair, a sneering, vile face, and was named Thaddeus Nott.
“I always knew Dumbledore was an old fool,” Nott replied smugly. “Now, who is our next victim?”
“Oh, you’re going to love this.” Lucius' smile was nothing short of venomous.
“You know, we’re looking at this like it’s one of them, either or—isn’t it entirely possible that they’re conspiring?” Ed asked.
“That’s another possibility—but Lucius, he’s...” Hermione started.
“...a condescending bastard?” Harry supplied.
“That works. I’m not sure if he would lower himself to work with a Nott. They were never on the same level—socially, financially, or within Voldemort’s ranks.”
“If there are only two of them left it doesn’t seem like he has much choice,” Jack pointed out.
“Lucius is also very pretty. I would not be surprised if he seduced someone into following orders for him. And there’s always Imperius,” Severus responded.
“What’s that?” Abbie asked.
“It’s another Unforgivable Curse,” Hermione explained. “It forces whoever you cast it on to do anything and everything you ask them to—even killing others or themselves. Luckily, it is possible to overthrow. Harry was able to in our fourth year.”
“How many of these ‘Unforgivable Curses’ are there? And what does the title mean?” Anita asked.
“There are three,” Hermione started, switching into textbook mode. “Imperius, Cruciatus, and Avada Kedavra. The first, like I said, allows the caster complete control over whoever they are casting it on, but it is possible to throw it off. The word used to cast it is imperio, which is Latin for ‘order’, ‘govern’, or ‘command’. The second is probably the worst, depending on your viewpoint. It is merely constant, never-ending pain. The word Cruciatus is Latin for torture. The spell, crucio, is Latin for torment. It is possible to drive people insane using this curse. The third curse is also horrible—Avada Kedavra. It is the killing curse. There is no known defense to it and only Harry has survived it. All of these curses are given the name Unforgivable because using them on another human being can result in a life term in Azkaban,” Hermione finished.
“Thank you,” Anita replied. “You sound so knowledgeable about this.”
Hermione flushed. “Thanks.”
“Hermione spends her spare time reading gigantic textbooks. She’s probably read nearly every book in the Hogwarts library.” Ron smirked.
“Oh shush, Ron.” Hermione hit him.
“It is certainly not a bad thing—Hermione was always top notch in her studies. Something I cannot say for you, can I?” Severus said to Ron.
Ron turned a little red. “Yeah, Harry and I were always the ones being nagged by Hermione to do our homework. Especially Potions work.”
“I wonder why.” Severus rolled his eyes.
A few of the non-magical folks were looking slightly confused, so Harry elaborated. “Severus teaches Potions here at Hogwarts. We used to be his students. While we were, Voldemort was still at large, so Severus had to act like he hated all students beside his Slytherins, because he’s also the Head of the Slytherin house. Now, he’s mellowed—he’s still strict as all hell because it’s Potions and one mistake could be fatal, but he doesn’t favor the Slytherins anymore.”
“Yes, that was one of the most irritating aspects of spying, having to belittle those students who were truly gifted. At least Draco was rather good at Potions on his own merits, so that wasn’t too painful,” Severus added.
“I was a snooty little Slytherin pureblood, up until sixth year. Everyone thought I was going to go dark, except for Severus, who always tried to show me the right way, even if he had to do it subtly,” Draco informed their guests.
Suddenly, the Headmaster walked into the Great Hall. He looked rather troubled. “I have to send one of the detectives back immediately—the person responsible for this crime you are discussing now has struck again. I have just found out that Sybil Trelawney was killed about an hour ago in the Manhattan area.”
“I’ll go,” Ed spoke up. Dumbledore nodded.
“Follow me,” he replied. Ed noticed that the twinkle he’d saw in the old man’s eye the first time he’d met him was diminished. There was an aura of melancholy around him—obviously, he’d known this victim. It seemed as though all of the magical people had. Ed followed Dumbledore out of the Great Hall.
“Am I right in assuming you all knew this victim?” Jack asked.
“She taught Divination,” Hermione looked completely shocked. “I can’t believe it. I mean, it was crazy Trelawney—we all made fun of her and thought she was completely batty. And me! I was horrible to her, always looking down on her, Merlin...” she trailed off.
Ron pulled her to him. “Hermione, it’s all right. It wasn’t like you were alone.”
“I know,” she said into Ron’s shoulder, “but I feel horrible.”
“You know what this means, right?” Draco spoke up.
“It’s a message.” Severus nodded solemnly. “A message that even those who work at Hogwarts are not safe.” He paused and looked at the four remaining non-magical guests. “And now, neither are you.”
After Ed returned, bearing the news that the body had been killed the same way and that the Dark Mark was burned onto Trelawney’s forearm post-mortem, Harry announced that they would all be staying the night—protected at Hogwarts. Anita protested this at first, saying that she had a family to return to, but Harry informed her that they were already being relocated. Everyone was involved now, and there was no turning back.
A slight change had occurred, since the finding of the second body. Predictably, the atmosphere was even more subdued, but Severus noted curiously that Jack seemed to gravitate closer to Ed. No one else had really noticed as no one else had really been paying attention, their energy focused on what needed to be done to stop any more killings, but Severus had always been extremely observant. It was a necessary trait of a spy, former or otherwise.
After awhile, he decided to test his theory by bringing up an excuse to get himself alone with Jack. He suggested a restroom break, one he could tell the other man would eagerly take him up on. As luck would have it, no one else did. He led Jack to the nearest restroom.
Quickly, they both finished and were walking back to the Great Hall. Severus posed his question then: “How close are you and Detective Green?”
Jack looked at him, surprised, before answering honestly. “We’ve been lovers for about six months now.”
Severus nodded. “Thought so.”
“How could you tell?”
“Do not worry, you were not being obvious. I am simply used to having to pick up on small details, such as your gradual movement to sitting next to him.”
“Ah,” Jack responded. “I suppose this recent threat has worried me a little.”
“Yes, how they managed to capture Trelawney is a bit of a mystery. She rarely ever came out of her tower. Clearly, we’ve underestimated whoever this is; it makes me think it’s Lucius.”
They continued to talk as they entered the Great Hall again.
“What time is it?” Ron asked.
“Nearly six,” Hermione told him. “Why?”
“I’m hungry,” he responded.
“Are you ever not hungry?” she asked, exasperated.
“Hey, it’s been awhile since lunch,” Ron protested.
“Not even five hours,” Hermione pointed out dryly.
“That’s awhile!” he exclaimed. Hermione just shook her head.
“Is anyone else hungry?” she asked.
Ed, Jack, Lennie, Abbie, Harry, and Draco were all hungry, so they decided to head back down to the kitchens for some food.