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So I realized I like Good Omens Harry Potter crossovers. Except most of these include Zira and Crowley getting wands.
I- I feel like giving the king of the M25 A FUCKING WAND is a hilariously bad idea and I love it so much oh my gosh. Just Crowley running around causing chaos in the wizard world while Aziraphale is like "I DON'T KNOW HIM WE'VE NEVER MET" and everyone's like "you're literally married oh my god why did someone give a demon a wand"
This intro got long and works as a stand alone so I’m posting it here. Enjoy!
(I remind you that my fic only has a nodding acquaintance with canon)
‘It was during the last year of the war. My squad had received an order to, you know, advance.’
Witness pauses.
‘Thought that was it. Got to obey orders, you know. Me n’ the other lads, bless ‘em. We really thought- really thought this was it. We’d lost our captain the day before.’
Witness pauses again. Stares into the camera. ‘
Captain Fell. The gas-‘ Witness breaks off, coughing. Takes a sip of water before continuing.
‘Real posh bloke, was the captain. Well, most of the young officers were, weren’t they. Young lads, all keen to do their duty, make the families proud.’
Witness takes another sip of water. “The captain was a bit older though. Near fifty, I suppose. Hard to tell, really. Of course I was so young myself at the time. Lied about my age.’
‘He died, the captain. We only realised when we got back to the trench. Our medic starts checking people out and asks where the captain is. That’s when we realised- No one had seen him.’
Witness pauses again. ‘We had to stop Anto- that was our medic’s name, Anthony, he was a bit older too. We all called him Anto. We had to stop him from going to look for the captain. Took four of us to hold him back. He was determined to- to run straight out into no man’s land. Yelled his head off, cursing at us.’
Witness coughs again. ‘Then- there was something- a feeling in the air- like after a thunder clap.’ Witness shudders. ‘Anto . . . he goes rigid. Stiff as a board. Then he screamed. I’ll never forget that sound. I’ve heard plenty men scream as they die. Anyone who made it out of the trenches has. But that was- different.’
Witness breaks off. Pause of two or three minutes.
‘They’d grown up together. Anto and the captain. Different – diff’rent classes, of course. Captain always called him by his surname. Well, you know how things were. Still ar- anyway. Best of friends, the two of them. Best of friends. There was nothing Anto wouldn’t do for the captain. Nothing.’
Pause.
‘When he stopped screaming. He just lay there.’ Witness pauses. ‘ In the mud -it was more than ankle deep and just as thick – and he just lay there. Me and two other lads, Cec and Bert, we got him off the ground, cleaned him as best we could. Pretended we couldn’t hear- couldn’t hear the sobs. Poor sod. His heart- his heart was broke.’
Witness pauses again and glares at the camera.
‘Anyway, anyway. Day after. Whistle blows and off we go. Advancing. And three seconds in that’s when we hear it. The boys are yelling down the line. GAS, they’re yelling. Gas, boys, gas!’
‘So I grab for my mask, I grab for it. And I fumble it. It falls onto the ground. I can smell the gas now, can taste the beginning of it, of the burn. This is it. I’m going to burn alive from the inside out. If I’m lucky – If I’m lucky I’ll die quick.’
‘And then I see him. Captain Fell. Large as life and right in front of me, with my mask in his hands. “Not to worry, Private Smith,” he says, calm as anything, his hair – it was so white you know, pure white. Not the white of old age, more sort of- anyway.’
“Not to worry,” he says and slips my mask on my face as neat as you please. Nothing, you know, nothing else ever came close to the relief of that moment. The burn just faded away. The medics, they told me I was born lucky. Other lads had their lungs destroyed. They said I’d got my mask on in the nick of time.’
‘Anyway, the gas is like fog, clouding my sight. I tried to keep my eyes on the captain, but there was, I swear, there was a sort of shimmer in the air and he vanished.’
Long pause. Witness gulps water.
‘They found his body the day after. In no man’s land. Thing is, thing is, they had a coroner of some sort look at the body. The Captain had died the day before, he said. Bullets in him to prove it, he said. So it couldn’t have been him who helped me. Must’ve been an officer who looked like him.’
‘I don’t think so. No one, no one else looked just like the captain. Smiled like – smiled the way he did.’
‘Anto, I saw Anto later, after things had quietened down again. He still looked like a wreck. And I said to him, Anto, I said, don’t worry, I know the captain’s with the angels.’
‘Anto looks at me and he says- he says, “Yeah, Smitty, that’s the bleedin’ problem. He hates it up there.’
Witness laughs.
- Interview with Private Jonathan Smith. (1968) BBC’s The Great War In Colour. Interview rejected for broadcast due to improper content.
A preview of things to come
Harry Omens Fanart
Hey guys!
I suppose at this point you know that I LOVE fanfiction. It's my drug and I read all the time.
Anyway, sometimes, I found little jewel of imagination that are so great that you can literally see the action happening before your eyes. It's the case with this fanfiction/AU by @banrionceallach called 'Harry Omens'.
(here's the link to the fanfiction :3)
Suppose you've already saw it while carolling through Tumblr/ao3 and, well, got me inspired to do a few drawings, so there they are!
Hope you'll forgive me for the backgrounds which are... Huh... Very bad. Not my forte, unfortunately, I'm working on them, lol It's was fun to draw, so telle me what you think! :)
(they cover scenes from chapter one to chapter five, so spoilers spoilers 😬)
(oh, by the way, I have an Instagram under the same pseudonym, so you might so them there too ^^') (no, i' m not making publicity about it *whistle innocently *)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Harry Potter Additional Tags: Found Family, Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Inneffable Dads, TV Ineffable Husbands, Harry Potter Book timeline, AU Summary:
In which Harry Potter walks into a certain bookshop in London weeks before his eleventh birthday.
Alternatively: In which Crowley takes one look at small ten-year-old parseltongue Harry and instantly decides that he and his angel have a new godson.
AN UPDATE! AN UPDATE!!!!
More fic snippet
“Oh a prophecy,” Crowley said, glaring at the world in general. “Well. That makes everything alright then, doesn’t it.”
“Of course it doesn’t,” said Aziraphale. “But-“
Crowley spun around, his glare now very definitely aimed at Aziraphale in particular. “But what?” he asked, his tone venomous.
“Every single one of Agnes Nutter’s prophecies came true with pinpoint accuracy,” said the angel flatly. “Every. Single. One.”
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“Knows there’s something incredibly wrong in the castle itself. And wanted Harry to come here anyway.” Crowley paused and added “after returning him to his terrible relatives who should by rights be prosecuted for child abuse.”
“Yes.” There was a faint snap as one of Aziraphale’s buttons came free. “Oh bother.“
Without thinking, Crowley made a careless gesture and the button jumped back to its proper place. “If that’s the case,” he promised, “then I am really going to get inventive. Temperamental kitchen appliances are going to be the least of his worries.”
“He’s an elderly, respected and powerful mage dear, I don’t think he has anything to do with kitchen appliances.”
“Well, bound to at least have a fancy turn-of-the-century radio I can mess with for a start. You know he’s the type.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
New chapter!
