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Round Four IS CLOSED

Round Four is closed to new prompts and fills. Go to Round Five

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Round Four: Closed

Read this first. Do it. It's not here to be pretty.

The Rules. Including the Posting Guidelines. aka:

In the first line of your fill, please include:

Character(s)/Pairing(s)/Threesome(s)/Moresome(s) as applicable; Any kinks included; MANDATORY WARNINGS if there is dubcon or noncon, underage characters in sexual situations, and/or major character death. Please don't conflate warnings and kinks; treat each individually, and use your pairings to indicate gen/het/slash/multi/&c. Do not warn for het, slash, or otherwise.

For images: Please post image prompts and fills with alt tag descriptions or with a text description of the piece. Example: [img src="neked.jpg" alt="Here's John being all hot and half naked saying Dresden et cetera et cetera"]. If you are linking to an external image, please include a description with the link.

Thank you.

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[personal profile] eiyria 2011-12-19 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
Warning: None
Kinks: None
Pairings: None
Info: AU, Young!Harry, FILL, no beta

The boy's name was Harry Dresden. Arson. Juvenile detention center for 26 weeks. Photographs and fingerprints taken. Arresting officer Rudolph, superior Lieutenant Murphy. By special circumstances he'd gotten his community service pushed on weekends. Weekdays burger king. No current education enrollment. All prior records -lost, with the exception of a short period of paperwork from the foster care system. Both parents dead.

I placed the single sheet of paper on my desk and looked up at the man who'd brought it. He was slim and wore a fitted suit.

I met his gaze. My annoyance didn't show. I had gotten most of this information from the half-witted woman who'd worked the register. "This can't be all of it," I inquired. I've found it is best to not unduly frighten those in my employment. Traitors are much less likely if you treat them with respect.

"I know Mr. Marcone. I followed every trail, electric and paper. The only records that exist are those he's obtained after entering the city. It took hours but I managed to track down his birth certificate, of which I'm not entirely sure of its credibility. He was in the foster care system for a number of years. And three to four years later he was adopted. I'm not sure by whom."

"Did you talk to the people in charge. It is a long shot but they might remember." I mused to myself. With that attitude, he'd be hard to forget.

"I've called." My investigator looked slightly confused. "I thought since most of the original staff was still employed, I might be able to get information out of them. I scheduled an appointment to speak face to face. They didn't seem to remember him." The investigator shifted in place slightly. "It was really bizarre," he murmured under his breath. "I took out a paycheck written for the foster parents, with the director's signature clearly scrawled on. I expected they wouldn't remember, but their reaction was ~stranger."

I motioned with my hand for him to continue.

"When I showed them the checks, the evidence, it was as if they couldn't see it. As if it was invisible to their eyes. They got fed up with me, and threw me out for a cruel prank and wasting their time. I know cover ups Mr. Marcone. They didn't act like they were covering anything up. It was more like they couldn't physically see the checks."

I didn't move. "Thank you for your effort. This information will suffice. You can collect your paycheck on the way out."

As if on cue, Mr. Hendricks opened the door for the investigator and gave him quick directions downstairs. He entered the room, closed the door, and sat in the big armchair in front of my desk.

"I take it you heard everything."

Hendricks grunted an affirmative.

I waited. Mr. Hendricks was one of my most trusted men. I kept him by my side for that reason. However, even I couldn't have predicted if he would even fathom what was running through my head.

We'd both seen things out of the corner of our eyes. We'd forced ourselves to believe it was just a trick of the light. But after so many encounters, I couldn't help but wonder how much safer I'd be knowing about these threats than living in ignorance.

Thankfully, for my sanity, Mr. Hendricks answered before I'd even had the chance to ask the question. He said it in such a way that there was no room for misinterpretation.

"Why are you so interested in the wizard?"

I breathed out a sigh of relief. I wasn't crazy.

"He clearly annoys you."

He was being frank with me. The polite thing was to give him the same courtesy. "Due to recent events, I'm considering expanding our security. I'm thinking of a consultant who might better prepare me to anticipate supernatural threats to my business."

Hendricks leaned back into the armchair. "And how much do you think a sixteen year old boy is going to know about supernatural threats?"

"Seventeen," I interjected, pointing at the paper on my desk. "As of Halloween."

My right hand man didn't comment on my petty remark. "Even assuming the 'wizard' part, he hasn't been alive long enough to be of much use as a consultant. Unless -" he raised his gaze to look at me. "Unless by 'consultant' you mean shield."

I suppressed a wince. Even though seventeen wasn't really a child, it was young enough that putting one in the line of fire bothered me.

We sat silent for a moment. We both knew what I was going to do. 'How' on the other hand, had yet to be determined.

"The Lieutenant might be a problem," I mused. "It seems her family history in the occult runs a lot deeper than her behavior suggests."

"I'll find out his schedule then."

"No need," I hastily replied. I pulled out a Burger King receipt from my desk drawer. "I can set up an appointment with the manager. I'm sure she'd be more than happy to let me discuss his failings at customer service."

"Boss," Hendricks spoke. "He might be more willing to sign on, if he first didn't think you were trying to get him fired." Hendricks paused for a moment. "I'll put someone on figuring out his daily schedule."

Re: FILL 2

(Anonymous) 2011-12-22 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, Hendricks. Always the voice of reason. Very glad this has continued, thanks.