AC_D7: An old HPxSupernatural Story

Welcome to the seventh day of the Advent Calendar. I hope you've had a good weekend. 

Today, I thought I'd put up bits of one of my older stories. A Harry Potter and Supernatural crossover story that I started ages ago. I had a good 12,000 + words written for it. But I lost interest in Supernatual after the fifth season- I just couldn't get into the sixth season's plot- and I abandoned the show and the story.

Even so, I re-read it every once in a while because I have a soft spot for it. And after one such re-reading, I was inspired with my Uchihas' Gods plotbunny.

So here's some of the less sappy bits of the story.

Warnings: Very fragmented bits and pieces from initial draft. Might not make a whole lot of sense.

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The old wizard looked between the three of them with a worried expression. “About that... it's the year 2010. It's been thirteen years since you defeated Voldemort for the second time.”

Harry felt like he just been punched in the gut. 

"Thirteen...” Hermione gasped out in shock.

Ron made an oddly horrified sound in the back of his throat as his grip on Harry's arm tightened.

"But we haven't aged,” Harry said, trying to keep calm even as horrified thoughts buzzed around his mind. 

The wizard nodded. “You three haven't aged since the time you were found unconscious on the day of Voldemort's defeat.”

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Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times, frowning at the odd feeling in his mouth. “What is that?”

The old wizard in front of them looked confused. 

"Feels like... something in the air?” Hermione said hesitantly. 

"Something in the air?” Flamel repeated. 

 

Harry nodded in agreement with Hermione's assessment. 

 

"Feels ashy and slimy at the same time,” Ron said with a grimace. “Very disgusting.”

"It's not supposed to be here,” Harry said absently.

"Here?”

Harry bit his lip and tried to put the sensation into words. “Here... on earth?”

Hermione made an agreeing sound even though she too look confused. 

Flamel frowned as he said, “Some of the seers have been feeling the same thing over the past two years.” 

"So there's something going on?” Harry asked.

The old man nodded. “There's been a surge of unnatural activity in America. Storms that appear our of nowhere. Countless deaths with no explanation. Some evil energy has driven most of the magical folk to leave the country.”

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Harry stumbled a little as he landed on the uneven rocky surface. But a prickly bush sprouted from the ground and cushioned his side, preventing him from falling.

Harry smiled and pushed himself up. “Thanks.” The bush sunk back into the ground as Harry steadied himself and looked around. Amidst the dull greyness of the mist,  a flash of red hair in the distance showed him where to go. 

 

As he walked up the stone slope, a gentle breeze ruffled his hair and the grass beneath his feet moved against the wind. When he finally reached the top of the mountain, Harry sat down beside Ron and glanced around. 

 

With his eyes still closed, Ron said, “What happened? I thought we were testing our powers away from each other till the end of the month.”

“I went to America,” Harry said. 

 

Ron turned to him, his blue eyes looking almost grey, and said, “America? I thought you were staying near that old birch tree because of that...”

“I had a visitor. A demon visitor,” Harry said. 

 

Ron didn't move but the wind around them picked up. 

  

Harry absently raised his fingers so that the wind hit them. “Apparently, America's the centre of an  apocalypse with demons and angels. But there's a small group who're trying to stop it. One of their plans was to get Death's ring.”

“Death's ring?” Ron whispered. “The hallow?”

Harry shook his head. “No, I mean Death's actual ring. I met him. We ate pizza and...”

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“I hate these hellhounds,” Ron said as he pushed short bursts of wind at the snarling dogs

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“Why couldn't we have things like that on our side?” Harry groused as large vines shot up through the concrete and strangled the hellhounds that Ron had pushed back. He waved his wand through the air, freezing the other attackers. 

 

Hermione twirled her wand through the air even as her shadow creatures hacked at everything in their vicinity. With a blast of magic, pure silver light burst out of her wand, burning everything -the demons, hellhounds and various other nasties- into smouldering chunks of flesh. 

 

All three of them stared at the carnage.

Harry cleared his throat and turned to Hermione warily. “And where exactly did you learn to do that?”

Hermione looked slightly sheepish. 

 

But already another new wave of attackers rushed towards them. Only this time it looked like an entire army of darkness was rushing towards them. 

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Even though I haven't included the scenes with him, the main SPN character for this crossover is Death.

Hope you enjoyed this and I'll see you tomorrow,

Polar