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Cooperation (Harry/Severus)
Title: Cooperation
Characters/Pairing: implied Harry/Severus, Harry Dresden and Karrin Murphy
Word Count: 502
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Challenge: Day 24. Challenge: Crossover week.
Author's Notes: Not beta-ed. Set in the Harry Dresden verse by Jim Butcher. I do not own anything from the Dresden Files and make no profit from this work of fiction.

"Dresden... meet Harry Potter." Karrin Murphy offered the greeting and I watched her step back to watch. I'm certain she was expecting fireworks and I hated to disappoint her.

I stared at the young man, my eyes flicking up to see the famous scar I'd heard about and watched him fidget for a moment, his hand coming up to brush at the fringe across his forehead. I nodded. "Nice to meet you, kid. What brings you to America?"

"The Ministry of Magic has a request, Mister Dresden. We've worked with your council—"

"Not my council, short stack, but go on."

Potter pursed his lips and I was sorely tempted to interrupt him again to see how he would react. He cleared his throat and I arched a brow.

His lips twisted again and he smirked at me. A bit of ire rose up and I jiggled my wrist, feeling the weight of my shield bracelet on my arm. Almost immediately-- and how the hell I missed it was beyond me— he had a wand out and the business end was pointed in my direction.

"Mister Dresden. The Ministry of Magic would like to avoid an international incident and have your cooperation, as well. We believe there may be pockets of death eaters taking refuge in this city," Potter smiled and this time the nervous looking man was replaced by an experienced hard nosed magical cop. I'd seen his type before, in fact, Murphy had the same look in her eyes.

"I see."

Potter smirked again. "You remind me of my husband, and I respect that, so look your fill."

The casual mention of the spy Severus Snape threw me for a moment. The war in England hadn't gone unnoticed here in America but I never thought I would ever encounter someone who had actually lived through it. The British just didn't play well with Americans for some reason. I think it's that messy business about tea and a harbor.

I met his eyes and we slid into the soul gaze, not an easy decision on my part, but he offered. I knew what he would see and in turn saw that the young man had the same shining countenance as Murphy. Only it was more like a huge masculine seraph that had horns and a tail. Suddenly, I slammed into a blank wall, bricks overlaid with an almost dark and smoky presence and it slapped me back to the now. I saw amusement flicker across his features.

"Damn," I had no other words.

"If you are finished searching, Mister Dresden, I would like to go on about our business. If you cooperate with the British Ministry we'd be grateful and could compensate you handsomely."

Hrmm... money. Always a road paver and I couldn't resist a challenge, especially when it was delivered by such an interesting individual. I stuck out my hand to him. "Now you are speaking my language. Have a seat Mister Potter and tell me of these death eaters."