Fandoms: Harry Potter, Supernatural
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: All parts: ~22,300
Warnings: Spoilers for all Harry Potter books, spoilers for Supernatural until 5x10.
Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction for entertainment purposes only.
AN: A demented'verse timestamp.
Summary: It takes a village to raise a soul from perdition.
The alley was dark, narrow, and dirty. Thankfully, the rain dampened the stench of urine, though the smell still made his lip curl in revulsion. He walked confidently towards the door that hung crookedly off its hinges. His only protection against the rain was the heavy wool cloak with its black hood that he had pulled from his father’s closet that morning.
On the upside though, the population of such places were nothing if not discrete.
The old man waved a dragonhide gloved hand to encompass the waterlogged room, “Merely ambiance.”
Draco had but barely thought the name, when both pieces of wood became engulfed in flame. They burnt high and bright, snapping and crackling in the heat – the wood splintered and sparks flew up, and out, the larger ones falling to the table below and singing the wood.
“The body will come to him, and then it will come here – there will be joy, but short-lived and mistaken,” the old man said. “This is all I can see.”
“Yes,” Scorpius said. “They go vroom! And these ones go by themselves! And my friend showed me a real car! Grandfather says they’re ...something mean...but Daddy says not to listen to Grandfather and that cars are brilliant, because they go even without magic! These go by magic, but that’s ok – because they’re toys, not real cars.”
Malfoy was slowly turning red throughout the entire little speech, and George wouldn’t have been able to hide his smile if he were held at wand-point.
“I’ll tell you a secret, Scorpius,” George said. “These toys don’t work by magic either. They’re also made by Muggles, and they work using something called ‘mechanics’ – not magic at all.”
Scorpius’ eyes got wider and he smiled brightly and looked at the two little toys on the counter as though they held the secrets of the universe.
“He is adorable,” George said, finally looking properly at Malfoy, and giving him a wink, “I can see why you’d want to eat him.”
Malfoy blushed deeper. He pulled his hand from his pocket and dropped two gallons and a small white envelope on the counter.
“Right, um, that should cover it then, thank you,” Malfoy said. George nodded, and slipped the envelope to a safe place under the counter, as he simultaneously made the old register ding and deposited the money. He put the two toy cars into a small bag and handed them to Scorpius, who immediately hugged the purchases to his chest.
“Thank you for your patronage, Malfoys,” George smiled, tipping an imaginary hat.
“You’re welcome, Mr. Weasley!” Scorpius declared, then turned to his father and said, “Daddy?” while pushing him in the shoulder.
“Oh, um, yes, have a good evening, Mr. Weasley,” Malfoy said dutifully. Scorpius gave an approving nod, and Malfoy let out a relieved sigh before making his way towards the door. George smiled after them. Then once they were out the door, he turned to the photograph of him and Fred that hung on the wall beside the till.
“Draco Malfoy raising a muggle-lover, did you ever think you’d live to see the day?” George asked. He paused only briefly before rolling his eyes, “It’s not insensitive; it’s a figure of speech!”
Fred-the-Photograph stuck out his tongue.