Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction / Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Supernatural Magic ❯ Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

 

Harry looked around Zach's place and couldn't help shiver at the residual left in the place. If he hadn't been sure before he was now positive. He really, really hated shape shifters. It took only a drop of magic to cleanse the place and he did it without a though even as he searched for clues as to where the creature could be hiding. He grimaced as he found the trail leading to the sewers, why did evil creatures always make their homes in such...disgusting places? Looking around he frowned and then let his magic work. Seconds later a fourteen inch long saw-scaled viper dropped into the sewers through a hole in the manhole covering. By the time he hit the ground he had already adjusted to his new form and quickly moved through the sewers, relying on his senses and magic to track his prey through the tunnels. He fought the urge to hiss as he came upon the lair only to detect two humans. He slipped back to human while remaining crouched behind some random crates. Listening to the brothers he learnt that the creature had taken on Dean's appearance, making him swear softly under his breath. Would Becky realise? A small bit of magic loosened the brother's bonds and then he apparated straight inside the house.

 

Rebecca's eyes went wide as a snarl ripped through the air before the thing that had tricked her was thrown across the room. She gasped around her gag as Harry stepped closer, dark hair whipping around him and emerald eyes almost glowing with power. This was Harry Potter not the Evan Black she knew so well. The shape shifter's look of shock would have been comical if it hadn't been torturing her bare seconds previously. The creature began swearing as it was levitated off the ground and held suspended in mid air. A flick of Harry's wrist released her bonds and she yanked the gag from her mouth.

 

“Are you okay?” Harry asked without taking his gaze from his prey. Becky nodded shakily, standing to move closer to Harry.

 

“What the fuck are you?!” The shape shifter snarled, still trying to get loose.

 

“You picked the wrong families to mess with. The Warren's and Winchester's are under my protection shape shifter.” Harry half hissed, nearly slipping into Parseltongue in his anger. Becky looked around nervously as things began to shake. She knew Harry was a powerful wizard but she'd never truly seen evidence of that power, till now. Not that she blamed him, as far as she was concerned that thing deserved everything it got but they did not need Sam and Dean or the cops walking in on this. Becky paled as realisation hit, for that thing to look like Dean...

 

“Harry, where are Dean and Sam? Are they okay?” She coughed as her throat protested the volume she used.

 

“They're fine, just a little banged up.” Harry stated flatly.

 

“Kill me if you want, Dean will get the blame for this all the evidence points to him.”

 

“I'm a Fed idiot. I already told them its identity theft. Besides, altering you just enough to let Dean off the hook is a piece of cake.” Harry summoned a gun from his bag and lowered the shape shifter so that its feet touched the floor. He took aim and fired, the silver bullet going straight through its heart. Harry released his hold as the bullet hit so the creature fell back naturally. Harry knelt beside the body and placed a hand over it, his magic flowing towards it. When he stepped back the differences weren't big but they were there. He smiled tightly at Rebecca and then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, focusing his magic on himself. A few seconds Evan Black was standing in front of her and just in time too as the door crashed open and police swarmed through the room.

 

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Sam and Dean stared in shock at the police spilling over Rebecca's place. They started looking wildly around for either Becky or Evan but couldn't see them.

 

“Dean Winchester?” They froze as one of the officers approached.

“He was right; the suspect must have been trying you next.”

 

“Officer?” Dean was confused and it showed.

 

“Our killer struck again, looking an awful lot like you. Luckily for Miss Warren she wasn't home alone; Mr. Black shot the intruder to save her life. They're inside if you want to join them. They were worried about the two of you.”

 

“Thank you sir.” Sam answered, already pulling Dean towards the house. Inside they found Becky being seen to by paramedics and Evan sitting nearby being questioned. What made the brothers uncomfortable was the sight of the dead shape shifter looking almost identical to Dean.

 

“Sam!” Becky pushed the paramedics away and threw herself at Sam who easily caught her.

 

“Are you okay?” Sam asked in concern.

 

“I'm fine thanks to Evan. I'm sorry Dean, I thought it was you. The things he said...”

 

“No hard feelings. I'm just glad you're both okay.” Dean told her as he looked them both over. Rebecca looked the worse for wear but Evan didn't even have a scratch on him.

 

“Obviously self-defence Agent Black. No hard feelings about earlier right?” The brothers froze as they heard the officer talking to Evan. Agent?

 

“That's fine. I'm just glad this creep was stopped. You don't need my gun do you?”

 

“Oh no, you can take it. Well, we'll take the body and clear out. Good evening.” The house gradually cleared until only the four of them remained in awkward silence.

 

“You should get some rest Becky.” Evan said quietly when he caught her swaying gently.

 

“I'm fine.” She insisted but Evan scooped her up in his arms and headed for the stairs.

“Evan Black put me down!” He chuckled but continued to carry her to her room. He put her down on her bed and changed her clothes with a brief surge of magic.

 

“Do you think you can sleep or do you want some help?” he offered gently.

 

“I don't know.” Was her answer. Evan handed her a bottle and she drank it without question, her eyes drifting shut as she finished the Dreamless Sleep potion. Evan stood and took a deep breath. There was no way the Winchester's hadn't heard him being called Agent so now he had to decide what to do. Lie about how he was a Fed or wipe their memories of it. Fun choice.

 

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“So looks like Evan's been keeping secrets.” Dean commented after the two went upstairs. Sam shot him a look and he shrugged.

“I'm just saying. Either he never told you he was a Fed of some sort or he has a fake badge. Neither of which he mentioned when he went to talk to the `ME', which turns out to have actually been the police. And he knows more than just the basics Sam. I'm just saying maybe you don't know your friend as well as you think.”

 

“Thanks, I get it Dean. Evan's always been pretty quiet about his past but I was the same at school.”Sam stood up for Evan automatically.

 

“Yeah and look at what you were hiding.” They fell silent as Evan came back downstairs.

 

“Becky okay?” Sam asked as Evan dropped bonelessly into a chair.

 

“She's asleep; hopefully she'll sleep the night through.” Evan grabbed the water bottle from the table where one of the cops had put it and took a long drink. He was shaky though hiding it well from the fight earlier.

“So are you two okay? How did that thing end up looking like Dean?”

 

“Got the drop on me when we split up and I woke up in its lair with a headache.” Dean admitted grumpily.

 

“Knocked me over the head when I aimed a gun at it and told it I knew it wasn't Dean. Woke up tied to a pole in its lair where it gloated a bit. Dean woke up and we managed to get free of the ropes. When we got back here the cops were all over the place. What about you and Becky?”

 

“I was upstairs finishing the protections when Becky opened the door. When I heard Dean talking to her I thought nothing of it till I heard a scuffle break out. So I grabbed my gun and snuck downstairs. The thing was staying to close to Becky for me to get a good shot and I had to wait for it to move away a bit. I knew shape shifters are meant to be stronger and faster so I didn't want it to know I was there until I had a shot. Someone must have called the police because the knocked the door in seconds after I shot it.” Evan explained.

 

“Well that explains everything except one tiny little detail. Agent?” Dean stared him down but Evan didn't blink.

 

“You know I'm British originally?” This was directed at Sam who nodded. Though his accent wasn't as strong as it had been when they first met it was still very obvious. Evan took a deep breath, looking down at his hands before looking back up at them.

“What a lot of people outside England don't know is that several years ago we had problems with a rather large cult. My family got mixed up in the mess rather thoroughly which is why I'm pretty much the only Black left other than a distant cousin in Australia I think. Some of my family fought for the cult and some against it. I never ended up pulled into the fight too far; I was overseas at school for a lot of it but I did work with some government agents when I was in England to help track down the rogue members of my family. When everything was done with I had no one left and decided to come to America for a fresh start. Your government offered me full citizenship and a badge in exchange for everything I knew about what had happened and the promise of my help if the remanent ever appeared here, along with one or two other things I'm not allowed to talk about. I honestly had forgotten about the thing till Becky called but it did prove useful.” As Moody had taught him every good lie had at least some truth in it though that explanation was more false than true.

 

“So that's how you know about the supernatural?” Sam asked and Evan nodded.

 

“Riddle may have been a madman but he knew his stuff. Possessed government workers is not something I'd ever like to see again, they really mess things up.” Evan shrugged.

“So are you staying long?”He changed the subject, just glad the brother's seemed to have bought his story.

 

“We'll leave in the morning. We had a hunt lined up before this, better get it done.” Dean answered and Evan nodded.

“What about you?”

 

“I need to get back to classes so I'll be leaving then too. Zach should be out by then so at least Becky won't be alone.”

 

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“Evan wait up.” He stopped and waited for Alex to catch up.

“Are you okay? You've been acting kind of weird since you came back.”

 

“I'm fine; just have a lot on my mind.” He shrugged, it was true though. Since seeing Sam and Dean again he hadn't been able to get them out of his head. He should have just stuck tracking charms on them and their car.

 

“Yeah well exams are coming up so you better get your head out of the clouds my friend.” Alex gave him a playful shove and Evan fought the instinct to tense up.

 

“I know, why do you think I'm heading to the library on a Friday night?”

 

“Yeah well I'm heading for beer and fun. Later.” Evan watched him walk away before pulling his phone out as it began to ring. Smiling he answered and began chatting with Becky who was finally back at classes.

 

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Sam stared at his phone and then looked towards Dean's hospital bed. Seeing his brother was sleeping he slipped from the room and outside to make a call.

 

“Sam? Why are you ringing at...eleven at night? Is everything alright?” Sam swallowed hard as he heard the concern in Evan's voice.

 

“It's Dean. We were hunting and Dean got electrocuted. The doctors said it gave him a massive heart attack and there's nothing they can do.”

 

“Where are you? I'll leave immediately.”

 

“Evan...your studies...”

 

“Can wait. You and Dean are more important. Besides you probably need someone to translate doctor speak.”

 

“Thanks. Dean's acting like it's no big deal and all but I know he's scared. I'm looking for a cure or something but I haven't found anything yet and Dad won't even answer his phone.”

 

“I ever meet this father of yours he and I will be having words. I'll see you soon Sam.”

 

TBC...