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crossoverficTitle: Science and Magic
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morgynleri_fic
Fandoms: Harry Potter/CSI: Miami
Disclaimer: Hermione, Nott, Graham, and others recognizably from the Harry Potter books belong to JK Rowling, etc. Speed, Horatio, Eric, Calleigh, Alexx, and others from CSI Miami belong to Jerry Bruckheimer, etc.
Summary: Speed runs into a friend in trouble, and discovers that there are times when what you don't know could kill you.
Previous Chapters: Something's Wrong, Under the Influence
Chapter: Underestimating the Enemy
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word Count: 391
"Blast!" Theodore Nott slammed a fist into the wall of the flat, furious with himself, and with the others. "How the bloody hell do you loose one measely Muggle in less than an hour, Pritchard?"
"He was talking to Granger, going to meet her. I wasn't bloody staying too close! She'd have spotted me, and then this whole fucking mess is over before it's begun, Nott!" Graham glared at him, his hand clenched tightly around his wand.
"Her Grace won't be happy about this. And don't think I won't make sure she knows who's fault it is we don't have the Muggle in hand to bring Granger in line."
"He's gotta come back here sooner or later. He's a Muggle please-man."
"Police, and do you think that Granger's going to let something like that stop her from keeping a close eye on him if she thinks he's in danger? You saw how they were in that restaurant." Theodore curled his lip in disgust. "She should go back to the Muggle world entirely if she wanted to cavort with a Muggle. Never should have left it, but it's a little late for that."
"More's the pity." Graham growled, glaring around the flat for a long moment. "I want to wreck something."
"If we wreck the apartment, they'll know something's up." Theodore fought the urge to grind his teeth in frustration. "Fix the lock. I'll go tell Her Grace the Muggle is currently not at home. And that Granger has probably gotten to him."
"I'll tell your mum to start planning your funeral." Graham headed for the door as Theodore prepared to Apparate.
"Tell your own mother to plan your funeral while you're at it. I'm not going down alone." Theodore vanished with a pop, leaving the younger man to clean up, and make sure it looked like no one had come barging into the flat.
"Bloody Granger, bloody Muggle please-man, and bloody America," Graham muttered under his breath as he closed the door, casting a repairing charm before turning the bolt. A moment later, he vanished, reappearing a few miles away at the flat he and Theodore had rented while watching Granger and the Muggle who'd helped her after they had killed Ron.
"We'll get you, sooner or later, Granger. You don't get to keep worming out on the fate planned for you."
Author:
morgynleri_ficFandoms: Harry Potter/CSI: Miami
Disclaimer: Hermione, Nott, Graham, and others recognizably from the Harry Potter books belong to JK Rowling, etc. Speed, Horatio, Eric, Calleigh, Alexx, and others from CSI Miami belong to Jerry Bruckheimer, etc.
Summary: Speed runs into a friend in trouble, and discovers that there are times when what you don't know could kill you.
Previous Chapters: Something's Wrong, Under the Influence
Chapter: Underestimating the Enemy
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word Count: 391
"Blast!" Theodore Nott slammed a fist into the wall of the flat, furious with himself, and with the others. "How the bloody hell do you loose one measely Muggle in less than an hour, Pritchard?"
"He was talking to Granger, going to meet her. I wasn't bloody staying too close! She'd have spotted me, and then this whole fucking mess is over before it's begun, Nott!" Graham glared at him, his hand clenched tightly around his wand.
"Her Grace won't be happy about this. And don't think I won't make sure she knows who's fault it is we don't have the Muggle in hand to bring Granger in line."
"He's gotta come back here sooner or later. He's a Muggle please-man."
"Police, and do you think that Granger's going to let something like that stop her from keeping a close eye on him if she thinks he's in danger? You saw how they were in that restaurant." Theodore curled his lip in disgust. "She should go back to the Muggle world entirely if she wanted to cavort with a Muggle. Never should have left it, but it's a little late for that."
"More's the pity." Graham growled, glaring around the flat for a long moment. "I want to wreck something."
"If we wreck the apartment, they'll know something's up." Theodore fought the urge to grind his teeth in frustration. "Fix the lock. I'll go tell Her Grace the Muggle is currently not at home. And that Granger has probably gotten to him."
"I'll tell your mum to start planning your funeral." Graham headed for the door as Theodore prepared to Apparate.
"Tell your own mother to plan your funeral while you're at it. I'm not going down alone." Theodore vanished with a pop, leaving the younger man to clean up, and make sure it looked like no one had come barging into the flat.
"Bloody Granger, bloody Muggle please-man, and bloody America," Graham muttered under his breath as he closed the door, casting a repairing charm before turning the bolt. A moment later, he vanished, reappearing a few miles away at the flat he and Theodore had rented while watching Granger and the Muggle who'd helped her after they had killed Ron.
"We'll get you, sooner or later, Granger. You don't get to keep worming out on the fate planned for you."
