Old Enough to Die
Summary: Harry Potter is taken by a mysterious figure and escapes with the help of two Hunters. Dean/Harry Slash.
Warnings: Mild swearing, sexual content, drinking but nothing in this short chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Supernatural and am making no money from this. If you recognize dialogue or anything else then it came form either source. The title is from the band Ministry of Magic.
A/N: This is just a short prologue and has no mention of Harry or Dean and Sam. The first chapter has both, this story takes place years after the events of the seventh book but does not take into account the epilogue, in Supernatural verse the story takes place during the Benders episode of the first season. I have most of this written and will be posting the first chapter soon after a bit more tweaking. If anyone would like to beta that'd be appreciated. Enjoy.
"Hey, don't worry about it. I'm sure our Head of Houses will understand. I mean it was an accident." A girl turned the corner her blond hair twisting against her head. A boy walked besides her a scowl disturbing his features his hands thrust into his pockets.
"You weren't there. You didn't see how angry they were. It's entirely my fault. I should have known he would do something like that." The girl reaches into her purse and pulls out a block of chocolate. The boy smiles at her and accepts the candy.
"You know, chocolate is the cure to everything. Even Muggles know about that." She smiles brightly when he takes a bite.
"Thanks." The boy places his arms carefully around the girl as if he thought she would break if he wasn't absolutely careful. "You're the greatest, really." The girl tips her head up and laughs.
"Don't inflate my ego too much." He runs a finger across her cheek.
"Not possible." Their lips touch briefly.
"I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast right?" The boy hesitates, he hadn't planned on facing the school this early but her smile warms him in a way he hadn't thought possible.
"I wouldn't miss it." She beams again before untangling herself from his grip and walking away. Just before she turns the corner she swings back and lifts her small hand in a wave.
"I'll see you from the Gryffindor table." He waves back and watches as her hair bounces. He never thought he'd be as lucky as this, the worst night of his life turning into one of the greatest. He could almost thank that idiot Gryffindor for teasing him.
A quick figure runs through the corridors tracing the edges of the stone walls with purpose, focusing on the boy's scent knowing that he is a perfect candidate. The boy senses something behind him and turns quickly at first thinking that the girl has come back. When he doesn't see her he tightens his grip on his wand. If there was anything this generation of students had learn from the time of Harry Potter and the Death Eaters it was that a student wasn't worthless and could fight. Students had won the war. He wanted to fight even if his house supposedly was a bunch of cowards.
The boy spots the figure and is confused for the barest of moments before his mind clears and he tries to run. This is something he's never seen before and he doesn't even know where to start, running is the only option. His bravado is lost and only a blinding panic remains. The figure watches as the boy trips over his own feet but allows him a few minutes of thinking he might save himself before he slides into the dark following quickly. The boy can't possibly run far enough or fast enough to elude the figure, the chase only makes it that much more exciting. It doesn't take long before the figure is calmly moving beside the boy.
"What do you want from me?" The boy asks his voice breaking. The figure laughs, so many different things that it could do right now.
"I don't want anything." The figure seems the wrap around the boy capturing him completely. "What I need you've all ready given me." The figure and boy disappear leaving the dark corridor empty save for one curious cat.