Author: Sparta

Title: The Power of a Name

Pairings: Harry & Bob (eventually)

Rating: R

Categories: Slash

Characters: Harry, Bob, Murphy, Justin Morningway, Morgan

Series: N/A

Genres: Action/Adventure, Mystery, Crime, Romance, Tragedy, Hurt/Comfort

Crossovers: N/A

Disclaimer: I don't anything, this is just my sick and twisted mind at work so enjoy

Warnings: Slash, Death, Mayhem, Past Abuse, Stalking, Femslash, Male rape, torture, Het and Attentive universe, Rape, Self-Harming, Family disowning

Chapters: 1/?

Completed: No

Summery: It's the season of good will, but none of this is coming Harry's way and it only gets worse when a young girl turns up on his doorstep with a tale to tell.

Chapter Summery: Tis the season…NOT

Authors Notes:

This is my first Dresden Files based fic; I am trying my best to keep true to the TV Show because I have not read the books just yet. This will become a Harry & Bob fic eventually but for now, this focuses on Harry & Amanda or Bob & Amanda and their relationships so please be gentle with me.

The Power of a Name

Amanda Who?

Bob watched silently from the darkened hallway as Harry dragged himself inside and up to his room, it hadn't been his week and with Murphy, Morgan and the Council on his back Bob was just glad tomorrow was Christmas Eve.

It wasn't really a holiday that he or Harry celebrated, but it was a time of year that seemed to bring some pease to their overly hectic lives. Bob sighed to himself as he heard Harry moan in pain as he tried to settle with his injuries; Bob gave one last look towards Harry's room before returning for his skull for the night.


The incessant banging at the door woke Bob from his thoughts, appearing in the shop front Bob saw the young woman stood outside. With a heavy sigh, Bob went to wake Harry from his sleep.


"Go away Bob"

"Harry get up you have a visitor downstairs"

"I'm closed for the holidays Bob"

"I don't think she's here for that," said Bob as Harry lifted his head up and shot Bob a dirty look.

After much complaining and arguing, Harry dragged himself from bed and headed to the door, but as soon as he'd pulled the door, open Harry's foul mood melted. Stood before him was a young girl no more then sixteen, she was dressed in torn jeans, a baggy top and a denim jacket and a single bag sat at her side.

"I'm looking for Harry Dresden," said the girl as she held up a torn page from the phone book with Harry's advert on it.

"I he…I'm him, he's me I'm Harry Dresden and you are?" asked Harry though a cloud of sleepy hazes and annoyance.

"I'm Amanda Grayson," said the young girl with hope as Harry just looked at her.

"Amanda who?" asked Harry as he lent against the doorway.

"Grayson…I'm your daughter" said Amanda as Harry looked stunned.

"Oh my" came the doomed voice of Bob from somewhere in the apartment.