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Harry Potter/Law & Order/SVU | Murder By Magic | PG-13 | Multiple pairings (6/?)
Title: Murder By Magic (6/?)
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: 1,239 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.
After dinner, their discussing and planning took them deep into the night. It was around one a.m. when Severus finally spoke up, catching everyone’s attention. “I think it is time to get some sleep,” he said. “Follow me, I will show you all to your rooms,” he said to all of the non-magical law enforcers. They did so; Anita was shown to a special room and given the access to floo to her family, Lennie was next, then Abbie, and finally Severus led Ed and Jack to their room. Ed fought off a flush as realized Severus had to know about him and Jack to give them one room. He thanked him discreetly.
Severus waved away his thank you and headed back to his own rooms. As he walked into the living room area, familiar, slender arms wrapped themselves around him. He turned. “John.” He sighed, letting the other man kiss him.
“I’ve been waiting; how was your day?” John asked, sarcastic. It was clear the day had been trying.
Severus snorted. “As if you even need to ask.” He kissed John again. “They killed Trelawney.”
“I know, I heard.” John sighed. “It’s all right, Severus, we’ll get whoever is doing this.”
“I hope so.”
“So, how tired are you?” John asked, kissing Severus again, with more intent this time.
“Not that tired.” Severus smirked, returning the kiss.
“Lead the way, then.” John smiled and allowed Severus to drag him into his bedroom.
* * *
Meanwhile, Ed and Jack were talking quietly in their room.
“Can you believe all this? Magic, wizards, curses, Dementors? I feel like I’m losing my mind. Everything I’ve ever thought is being completely turned upside down.” Ed shook his head.
“It’s insane,” Jack agreed.
“So how did Severus know about us?” Ed asked curiously.
“Well, when we went to use the restroom, he asked me. Apparently I started gravitating towards you after the second body was found. I was worried.” Jack looked at Ed sheepishly and Ed smiled.
“Damn, that man is observant.”
“He was a spy at one point. I assume you’d have to be pretty observant for that.”
“True. Can you imagine that? Spying on this evil wizard? That must’ve been dangerous.”
“Definitely.”
“I wonder how he and Munch met.”
“Do you know Detective Munch?” Jack asked.
“Not well; I’ve met him a couple times when SVU cases and our cases overlap. Didn’t know he’d been married four times, though. I wonder what made him finally think he might be going after the wrong gender?”
“Who knows? Maybe we can get Severus to tell us the story tomorrow, if Detective Munch is here again. It is Saturday, he might have some time off.”
“Ginny seemed to think it was funny. What do you think happened?”
“I have no clue. But I’m tired. I think I want to get to sleep.” Jack yawned.
“All right, Jack. Goodnight.”
* * *
Lennie laid on the bed in his room and stared up at the ceiling. He really had no clue about what to make of all this. Everything he’d ever thought seemed to be completely wrong. He was supposed to be the old, jaded, seen-everything-there-is cop. Obviously there was an entirely different world he’d been missing.
He laid there a few more seconds before sitting up; Sleep seemed to be avoiding him tonight. Getting out of bed and putting on his shoes, he decided to take a walk. Granted, doing so in a huge castle he’d never been in before didn’t seem like a very good idea, but he didn’t have any other choice. He’d go crazy if he had to stay cooped up in this room for too long without being able to sleep.
He walked quietly down the hallway, looking at the pictures and everything around him. He found the castle undeniably fascinating and that made him feel like one of those tourists that always came to New York expecting The Big Apple and all the glitz and glamour instead of the reality of it. He wondered if this place was like that as well. Glittering and intriguing on the outside but hiding much deeper, darker secrets on the inside. He decided that in a world where it was possible to be driven insane by saying a word and waving a pointed stick, that was probably very likely.
“Unable to sleep?” inquired a soft voice. Lennie jumped slightly, reflexes keeping him from being too obvious about it. He turned around and saw the benign face of the Headmaster.
“Yeah,” Lennie responded, thinking for the second time that there was something about this old man that made you want to trust him. He appeared gentle, but there were moments, like the one where they found about the Divination professor, where you realized that he was extremely powerful behind his kind demeanor, long, white beard, and twinkling eyes. Lennie liked that. Sure, he had a few insecurities about his own age, not that he would actually tell anyone, but this man was an inspiration. Another odd thing, Lennie thought, Me? Thinking about inspiration. What is the world coming to?
“I find that a nice cup of tea usually does the trick.” Dumbledore smiled warmly. “Follow me to my office—I’ll get you one.”
Shrugging, Lennie complied, and followed the old Headmaster to his office.
* * *
Abbie was pacing. She wasn’t in control of things here, and it was driving her insane. Everything was so...wrong! This wasn’t real, right?
While she had been able to keep herself together as she talked with the entire group, now, sitting alone having time to brood, she couldn’t help but question her sanity. She needed sleep.
Maybe when I wake up, she thought, lying down in the bed and closing her eyes, I will be back in my own apartment and this will all have been a very bizarre dream.
* * *
Severus sighed as he tried to sleep. John lay next to him, his head resting on Severus’ shoulder. Severus smiled a little; John was surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, depending on how well you knew him, an unconscious cuddler. Would he admit it during the day? Most likely not; the man was as stubborn as Severus himself sometimes.
Severus was worried. The only ones who would ever know that would be his ceiling and John, of course, but it was true. The fact that whoever was responsible for these crimes—most likely Lucius, damn the bastard—had been able to capture Trelawney was a frightening prospect. Their new Muggle companions would be in a lot of danger until this person was caught. They all seemed like very intelligent individuals and he didn’t want anything to happen to them. Not that he would actually tell them that or anything.
“Go to sleep. Stop thinking,” murmured a muffled voice near his ear. John had an uncanny ability to be able to read him, sometimes, and he didn’t even have to be looking at him or fully awake to do it.
“I can’t.”
“You’re worrying too much.”
“How do you always know?” Severus shifted to be able to look into John’s eyes.
“Because I do it too. Now get to sleep.” John kissed him and laid his head back on his shoulder. Soon, he was dead to the world once more.
Severus smirked and closed his eyes, lulled into sleep by the sound of John’s breathing.
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: 1,239 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.
After dinner, their discussing and planning took them deep into the night. It was around one a.m. when Severus finally spoke up, catching everyone’s attention. “I think it is time to get some sleep,” he said. “Follow me, I will show you all to your rooms,” he said to all of the non-magical law enforcers. They did so; Anita was shown to a special room and given the access to floo to her family, Lennie was next, then Abbie, and finally Severus led Ed and Jack to their room. Ed fought off a flush as realized Severus had to know about him and Jack to give them one room. He thanked him discreetly.
Severus waved away his thank you and headed back to his own rooms. As he walked into the living room area, familiar, slender arms wrapped themselves around him. He turned. “John.” He sighed, letting the other man kiss him.
“I’ve been waiting; how was your day?” John asked, sarcastic. It was clear the day had been trying.
Severus snorted. “As if you even need to ask.” He kissed John again. “They killed Trelawney.”
“I know, I heard.” John sighed. “It’s all right, Severus, we’ll get whoever is doing this.”
“I hope so.”
“So, how tired are you?” John asked, kissing Severus again, with more intent this time.
“Not that tired.” Severus smirked, returning the kiss.
“Lead the way, then.” John smiled and allowed Severus to drag him into his bedroom.
Meanwhile, Ed and Jack were talking quietly in their room.
“Can you believe all this? Magic, wizards, curses, Dementors? I feel like I’m losing my mind. Everything I’ve ever thought is being completely turned upside down.” Ed shook his head.
“It’s insane,” Jack agreed.
“So how did Severus know about us?” Ed asked curiously.
“Well, when we went to use the restroom, he asked me. Apparently I started gravitating towards you after the second body was found. I was worried.” Jack looked at Ed sheepishly and Ed smiled.
“Damn, that man is observant.”
“He was a spy at one point. I assume you’d have to be pretty observant for that.”
“True. Can you imagine that? Spying on this evil wizard? That must’ve been dangerous.”
“Definitely.”
“I wonder how he and Munch met.”
“Do you know Detective Munch?” Jack asked.
“Not well; I’ve met him a couple times when SVU cases and our cases overlap. Didn’t know he’d been married four times, though. I wonder what made him finally think he might be going after the wrong gender?”
“Who knows? Maybe we can get Severus to tell us the story tomorrow, if Detective Munch is here again. It is Saturday, he might have some time off.”
“Ginny seemed to think it was funny. What do you think happened?”
“I have no clue. But I’m tired. I think I want to get to sleep.” Jack yawned.
“All right, Jack. Goodnight.”
Lennie laid on the bed in his room and stared up at the ceiling. He really had no clue about what to make of all this. Everything he’d ever thought seemed to be completely wrong. He was supposed to be the old, jaded, seen-everything-there-is cop. Obviously there was an entirely different world he’d been missing.
He laid there a few more seconds before sitting up; Sleep seemed to be avoiding him tonight. Getting out of bed and putting on his shoes, he decided to take a walk. Granted, doing so in a huge castle he’d never been in before didn’t seem like a very good idea, but he didn’t have any other choice. He’d go crazy if he had to stay cooped up in this room for too long without being able to sleep.
He walked quietly down the hallway, looking at the pictures and everything around him. He found the castle undeniably fascinating and that made him feel like one of those tourists that always came to New York expecting The Big Apple and all the glitz and glamour instead of the reality of it. He wondered if this place was like that as well. Glittering and intriguing on the outside but hiding much deeper, darker secrets on the inside. He decided that in a world where it was possible to be driven insane by saying a word and waving a pointed stick, that was probably very likely.
“Unable to sleep?” inquired a soft voice. Lennie jumped slightly, reflexes keeping him from being too obvious about it. He turned around and saw the benign face of the Headmaster.
“Yeah,” Lennie responded, thinking for the second time that there was something about this old man that made you want to trust him. He appeared gentle, but there were moments, like the one where they found about the Divination professor, where you realized that he was extremely powerful behind his kind demeanor, long, white beard, and twinkling eyes. Lennie liked that. Sure, he had a few insecurities about his own age, not that he would actually tell anyone, but this man was an inspiration. Another odd thing, Lennie thought, Me? Thinking about inspiration. What is the world coming to?
“I find that a nice cup of tea usually does the trick.” Dumbledore smiled warmly. “Follow me to my office—I’ll get you one.”
Shrugging, Lennie complied, and followed the old Headmaster to his office.
Abbie was pacing. She wasn’t in control of things here, and it was driving her insane. Everything was so...wrong! This wasn’t real, right?
While she had been able to keep herself together as she talked with the entire group, now, sitting alone having time to brood, she couldn’t help but question her sanity. She needed sleep.
Maybe when I wake up, she thought, lying down in the bed and closing her eyes, I will be back in my own apartment and this will all have been a very bizarre dream.
Severus sighed as he tried to sleep. John lay next to him, his head resting on Severus’ shoulder. Severus smiled a little; John was surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, depending on how well you knew him, an unconscious cuddler. Would he admit it during the day? Most likely not; the man was as stubborn as Severus himself sometimes.
Severus was worried. The only ones who would ever know that would be his ceiling and John, of course, but it was true. The fact that whoever was responsible for these crimes—most likely Lucius, damn the bastard—had been able to capture Trelawney was a frightening prospect. Their new Muggle companions would be in a lot of danger until this person was caught. They all seemed like very intelligent individuals and he didn’t want anything to happen to them. Not that he would actually tell them that or anything.
“Go to sleep. Stop thinking,” murmured a muffled voice near his ear. John had an uncanny ability to be able to read him, sometimes, and he didn’t even have to be looking at him or fully awake to do it.
“I can’t.”
“You’re worrying too much.”
“How do you always know?” Severus shifted to be able to look into John’s eyes.
“Because I do it too. Now get to sleep.” John kissed him and laid his head back on his shoulder. Soon, he was dead to the world once more.
Severus smirked and closed his eyes, lulled into sleep by the sound of John’s breathing.