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kathierif_ficTitle: More Than What The Eye Can See
Author: Kathie
Fandom: Warehouse 13/Harry Potter
Characters: Pete Lattimer, Harry Potter
Rating: FRT
Warnings: crossover
Word Count: 610 words
Disclaimer: Neither Warehouse 13 and everything related to it nor Harry Potter and everything related to it are mine. I'm just expressing my adoration for both with this. No money made, no infringement meant.
Summary: They have more in common than they originally thought.
Author's Note: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mini_nanowrimo for the prompt "wand" that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ginny305 and I have picked for today for our "1prompt 2writers Lotsofcrazyawesomefic" thing ;)
“So…” Pete said slowly and reached out. “What’s that?” His finger stopped millimeters in front of the object he’d pegged as an artifact as soon as he’d laid eyes on it, only seconds after he’d stepped into the office and was offered a seat.
The man on the other side of the heavy oak table smiled mildly. “I fail to see how my personal possessions will help you solve this mystery,” he answered. “I can assure you that this has nothing to do with sudden disappearances of eleven year old children.”
Pete shrugged with one shoulder. “Who knows?” he said cryptically. “So, Mr. Potter, what is it?”
The other man, who was several years younger than Pete himself, ran a hand through his wild mop of dark hair and took off his glasses to polish them against the sleeve of his shirt. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you the truth,” he said quietly. Pete thought that he was far too young to be a member of the British government, or whatever he was doing.
Pete smiled thinly. “Oh, try me,” he said. He couldn’t tell Mr. Potter, but he had seen his fair share of weird and unbelievable objects during his years as Warehouse agent.
“It’s a wand.”
“A wand?” Pete’s eyebrows climbed up his forehead. “A magic wand?”
“Yes.” Mr. Potter wasn’t smiling. Pete felt the sudden wish that Myka was here with him and could hear this. She would have a few choice words for this weird British guy with that weird lighting scar on his forehead.
“And you are what, a magician?”
“A wizard, yes.” Mr. Potter lifted a hand invitingly. “Feel free to touch it,” he said. “It only works for wizards, so you should be safe, Mr. Lattimer. Unless you are…”
Pete shook his head and smiled. He hesitated a split second before reaching out to uptoward the wand. It was made of dark wood, about the length of his forearm, and it looked like an old and often-used object, the wood rubbed blank in the spots where he suspected Potter was usually holding it.
“Holly, with a feather of a phoenix at the core,” Potter said conversationally, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, to talk about wands. Pete nodded and finally touched it.
The wood was oddly warm against his fingertips, and sparks flew from the wand’s tip as he lifted it and waved it slightly.
“Whoa!” Pete jumped back and dropped the artifact back onto Mr. Potter’s desk.
He reacted almost on instinct alone as he reached into the inner pocket of his coat for gloves and the bag he kept on carrying around.
Mr. Potter looked at him thoughtfully over the rim of his glasses as Pete quickly snapped on the gloves, grabbed the artifact and dropped it into the bag, closing it and bracing for the neutralizing. He didn’t move a muscle, apparently unaware of the danger he was in.
Nothing happened.
Mr. Potter leaned forwards, his elbows on the edge of the table and his fingertips pressed against each other. A curious gleam was in his eyes as he said, “Mr. Lattimer, I believe we have more in common than we originally suspected.” He waved a hand, and the bag with the wand in it sailed in an elegant arch across the table and into Potter’s hands.
Pete tensed – the artifact had to be on Potter, he thought, if it wasn’t the wand, but what else could it be?
“Like what?” he asked hesitantly.
Potter smiled. “I believe you are a wizard, after all,” he said. “How much do you know about magic?”
~end.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: Warehouse 13/Harry Potter
Characters: Pete Lattimer, Harry Potter
Rating: FRT
Warnings: crossover
Word Count: 610 words
Disclaimer: Neither Warehouse 13 and everything related to it nor Harry Potter and everything related to it are mine. I'm just expressing my adoration for both with this. No money made, no infringement meant.
Summary: They have more in common than they originally thought.
Author's Note: written for
mini_nanowrimo for the prompt "wand" that ginny305 and I have picked for today for our "1prompt 2writers Lotsofcrazyawesomefic" thing ;)“So…” Pete said slowly and reached out. “What’s that?” His finger stopped millimeters in front of the object he’d pegged as an artifact as soon as he’d laid eyes on it, only seconds after he’d stepped into the office and was offered a seat.
The man on the other side of the heavy oak table smiled mildly. “I fail to see how my personal possessions will help you solve this mystery,” he answered. “I can assure you that this has nothing to do with sudden disappearances of eleven year old children.”
Pete shrugged with one shoulder. “Who knows?” he said cryptically. “So, Mr. Potter, what is it?”
The other man, who was several years younger than Pete himself, ran a hand through his wild mop of dark hair and took off his glasses to polish them against the sleeve of his shirt. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you the truth,” he said quietly. Pete thought that he was far too young to be a member of the British government, or whatever he was doing.
Pete smiled thinly. “Oh, try me,” he said. He couldn’t tell Mr. Potter, but he had seen his fair share of weird and unbelievable objects during his years as Warehouse agent.
“It’s a wand.”
“A wand?” Pete’s eyebrows climbed up his forehead. “A magic wand?”
“Yes.” Mr. Potter wasn’t smiling. Pete felt the sudden wish that Myka was here with him and could hear this. She would have a few choice words for this weird British guy with that weird lighting scar on his forehead.
“And you are what, a magician?”
“A wizard, yes.” Mr. Potter lifted a hand invitingly. “Feel free to touch it,” he said. “It only works for wizards, so you should be safe, Mr. Lattimer. Unless you are…”
Pete shook his head and smiled. He hesitated a split second before reaching out to uptoward the wand. It was made of dark wood, about the length of his forearm, and it looked like an old and often-used object, the wood rubbed blank in the spots where he suspected Potter was usually holding it.
“Holly, with a feather of a phoenix at the core,” Potter said conversationally, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, to talk about wands. Pete nodded and finally touched it.
The wood was oddly warm against his fingertips, and sparks flew from the wand’s tip as he lifted it and waved it slightly.
“Whoa!” Pete jumped back and dropped the artifact back onto Mr. Potter’s desk.
He reacted almost on instinct alone as he reached into the inner pocket of his coat for gloves and the bag he kept on carrying around.
Mr. Potter looked at him thoughtfully over the rim of his glasses as Pete quickly snapped on the gloves, grabbed the artifact and dropped it into the bag, closing it and bracing for the neutralizing. He didn’t move a muscle, apparently unaware of the danger he was in.
Nothing happened.
Mr. Potter leaned forwards, his elbows on the edge of the table and his fingertips pressed against each other. A curious gleam was in his eyes as he said, “Mr. Lattimer, I believe we have more in common than we originally suspected.” He waved a hand, and the bag with the wand in it sailed in an elegant arch across the table and into Potter’s hands.
Pete tensed – the artifact had to be on Potter, he thought, if it wasn’t the wand, but what else could it be?
“Like what?” he asked hesitantly.
Potter smiled. “I believe you are a wizard, after all,” he said. “How much do you know about magic?”
~end.
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