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Harry Potter/ Constantine fusion
Chapter 1: Worlds combine.
Summary: Harry drowned during the second task of the Tri-wizard tournament and time stopped long enough to reawaken his sleeping psychic powers, forcing him to grow up when he discovers the world that lays behind his own. Friends become enemies and rivals become allies as he teams up with an eccentric muggle, who believes he can bring the tipped scales back into balance, and Draco Malfoy, his own personal guardian angel.
No Harry pairings, R/Hr.
In those few desperate seconds he could feel the Gilly weed failing. It was leaving his system and taking his gills and webbed feet with it. Struggling against the weight of the two girls and his robes he tried to reach the surface but it was a futile effort. He thrashed through the water as his air began to run out and took in a lung full of water. Choking his vision began to blacken as he felt hands press him from below and for a moment time stood still…
Then it started again as he broke the surface, coughing as he gasped for air.
Steam rose off his body as he struggled to shore and the hands of the teachers reached out to grab him and his two charges, pulling them back onto dry land. The hands that had him where pulled away sharply at his burning skin and Harry floated there in the shallows of the lake while people yelled around him, looking up at the sky.
It those few seconds he'd stopped breathing…
I those few seconds he'd been dead…
But to him it had felt like an eternity…
Harry sat in a compartment of his own on the Hogwarts Express as it traveled from Hogwarts back toward civilization. He couldn't stand to be in 'Their' company, at least not any longer than he had to be.
Ever since the second task he'd been remembering things, things from his childhood that haunted him to this day behind his Gryffindor façade. When he was younger he could see things. Creatures, demons, and angels… the kinds of things only told about in the bible. They walked among the humans, invisible to the mortals, living side by side. Some destroying, some encouraging. He'd seen them all, but one day he hadn't wanted to see them anymore so he'd simply forgotten. Letting his gift pass beyond his reach until it was barely there. But drowning had brought it all back, and just in time too, because when Voldemort had been reborn, it had been as something beyond this world. Terrifying and evil.
And he had seen it.
Now he was alone, nearly everyone he'd hoped to trust turned out to be one of them and the demons outweighed the angels and mortals in the Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. The biggest surprise though had been Draco Malfoy. He'd been sure that the blonde would have been a demon but the Slytherin had in fact been an angel and he knew all to well what Harry could see.
Speaking of which…
The door of his compartment slid open and in stepped the smirking, silvery winged angel.
"So this is where you've been hiding, Potter." He said, ignoring the dirty look Harry was giving him and sitting down in the chair opposite, crossing one knee over the other and leaning back. "The mud blood and the weasel are looking for you, you know." Harry didn't answer him, he'd already felt the two demon spawn passing his doorway multiple times over the course of the trip. But they wouldn't find the compartment; it was for angels and psychics' only. Malfoy didn't seem to like his lack of reaction and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting slightly.
"What's wrong Potter, still sulking over the fact that you've been living in a house of demons all this time?" The smug angel caught Harry's wince at the reminder of his friends' betrayal. It was still very much a sore point with him. The demons', of course, had yet to realize that he could see them so it had been increasingly more difficult to look them in the eye and pretend he was a good little clueless mortal.
"Shut up Malfoy." He said in exasperation, thinking, and not for the first time, that it was all just one big conspiracy to annoy the crap out of him. He wasn't even a catholic, yet the bloody biblical shit was popping up all around him. Across from him Malfoy chuckled.
"Didn't I say you could call me Draco?" He said with an eyebrow raised. Harry just grunted and lay back on the seat.
"Like I care." He rasped out as he closed his eyes and concentrated on the rocking of the carriage beneath his body. The lapsed into silence and Harry nearly fell asleep as a premonition crept to the front of his mind.
He stood on platform 9 ¾ students milled around greeting parents and loved ones. He moved through the crowds and saw those who waited for him, three demons with rotting skin and empty eyes stared straight through him. He turned away, unseen and scanned the crowd. No one here was going to help him.
The vision changed, giving him a view of Privet Drive. More specifically his room in number four. It was bare with new bars on the window and numerous locks on the door. Chains where attached to the wall and a box of old knives, whips and other items lay in wait for his return...
Harry came back to his body in a flash with no indication to tell he'd even been away except for the slowing of the train. They had reached king's cross-station. Harry opened his eyes and sat up to find that Malfoy had already left the compartment. Something the dark haired psychic was thankful for. He moved quickly and pulled his trunk from under the seat. A wave of his hand later and it had shrunk down to the size of a matchbox. Wandless magic had also returned to him, along with his sight. It had surprised him at first that the key to harnessing his magic without a wand had been in his grasp the whole time, thus he'd studied and prepared for something like this. There was no way he was going to return to the Dursleys and the torture that awaited him.
An announcement ran through the train five minutes before it slid into the station. Harry put his miniature trunk into his pocket and conjured a baseball cap out of thin air. It wouldn't last long but it would stay until he brought a real one later that day. He stepped out into the chaos of the platform and almost instantly realized the magnitude of his problems. Demons and Angels nearly drowned out the mortals with their sheer numbers. The beings glaring at each other as Harry slipped by them toward the entrance to muggle London. He saw his relatives and the Weasleys just before he passed through the barrier but didn't give them a second thought as he walked by.
Once outside he made his way through the crowds of mortals and stepped out into the street, making a beeline for Charring-Cross road. Harry had no trouble finding it and crept past the witches and wizards in the Leaky Caldron out into Diagon Alley. He'd been winging it so far. He had no real plan as he strode down the alley but began it formulate one as he came with in sight of Gringgots. He'd get his gold, then he'd go. He couldn't risk contact with the wizarding world any longer.
As he entered the relative safety of the bank he let out a sigh.
This was going to be difficult.
Well how does that sound? It's my first attempt at a Constantine story so far so if you tell me what you think I might just continue on with it.
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