Crossover update
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vaznettiGrr. I completely missed the fact that the first Harry Potter book takes place in 1991-92. That whacks my timeline in a big way. I think I can fix it, though, especially if I make this another mytharc extravaganza. Like I need another excuse to do that...
It also means that the following scene can no longer exist, since I wanted it set roughly at the same time as the X-Files movie, but two or three years prior to Philosopher's Stone. So I thought I'd just post it here, for your enjoyment (or not).
Title: Lunch with the Malfoys
Author: Vanzetti
Fandom: HP/XF
Disclaimer: This never happened. All recognizable characters are someone else's property.
Author's note: an unbeta'd snippet for your enjoyment.
"Tell me again why you're doing this. And why you're wearing a dress?" Alex Krycek, in his usual jacket and jeans, stood in the doorway; he was staring at his patron in what the older man thought might be amusement.
"I was at school with Lucius' father. Our families have been connected for centuries. Long before the aliens returned to this planet, the Malfoys and the Parkinsons were allied. And these are wizarding robes, Alex. Do try to keep an open mind."
"My mind has been opened enough, thanks."
"Lucius Malfoy is an important man in his own world, but even there he is intolerant."
"Is that your way of telling me not to shoot him if he insults me?"
"You might consider it that, yes."
"Warning noted," Krycek said.
A bell chimed next to the fireplace. "Ah. Here they are," the older man said. There was a puff of smoke and a tall blonde woman appeared in the hearth. She brushed a bit of ash from her shoulder and stepped forward. The Englishman took her hands and lifted one to kiss it. "Narcissa. You grow lovelier every year. And this," as a second puff of smoke produced a small blond boy, "must be Draco."
"Good day, Uncle Parsifal."
"Pansy is looking forward to seeing you again. She is in the garden, I believe."
Krycek hid a smile at the poorly-concealed look of irritation on Draco's face. "Yes, Uncle Parsifal."
A final puff of smoke, and a tall man, as blond as his wife and son, stepped out of the fireplace. "Parsifal," Lucius Malfoy said. "How kind of you to invite us all to lunch."
They shook hands. "I was just telling Draco that Pansy was playing in the garden."
"Run along, then, Draco," Malfoy said. When the boy was gone he turned to stare at Krycek. "And this must be your... what does one call them? Your Muggle hit-man?"
"I prefer assassin, myself," Krycek said.
Malfoy's upper lip curved into a sneer.
Krycek kept his face blank.
Parkinson held out his arm for Narcissa. "My dear, I believe that lunch has already been set out in the conservatory." He led her out of the room.
With a final sneer, Lucius turned on his heel and strode after them, his robes billowing around him. Krycek sighed and followed.
Lunch passed in conversation Krycek couldn't follow, full of unfamiliar names, places and events. He listened with one ear and pushed the food around on his plate as Parkinson narrated an elaborate anecdote, something about wizard politics. Malfoy, he noticed, was smiling and nodding in poorly feigned amusement. He glanced at Narcissa, expecting the same slightly vacant expression.
She was staring at him. She didn't look away when he returned her gaze. Something about her reminded him of... oh no, he thought, it couldn't be. He snapped his mouth closed and examined her more carefully. The same shape to her eyebrows, the same chin, lips turned down in the same slightly disappointed expression. An offhand remark of Marita's about a cousin who'd married well suddenly seemed much more important than it has at the time.
Narcissa's face went perfectly blank and she looked straight though Krycek as if he didn't exist. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lucius Malfoy watching them with a frown on his face.
When the last plate was cleared Narcissa touched her napkin to her lips. "I think I'll go check on Draco and Pansy," she murmured. Parkinson and Malfoy stood when she did, Krycek imitating them a second later.
When she was gone, Parkinson turned to Malfoy. "A drink, Lucius? Perhaps in my study?"
"Of course," Malfoy said. He nodded at Krycek. "A pleasure."
Krycek didn't move.
"Alex knows all my business, Lucius."
"But not mine," Malfoy said.
"I can assure you of his discretion."
Krycek stared coolly at the other man until Lucius nodded his head. "Very well. I suppose it's no different from talking in front of the house-elves."
A muscle jumped in Krycek's cheek but under Parkinson's glare he remained silent.
In the study, Malfoy settled into a leather chair and accepted a glass of whiskey. "I suppose this is about the usual thing," he said.
"Colonization," Parkinson said. "Indeed. As you know, I have had to retire from my position in the Muggle world."
Malfoy leaned back in the chair. "I'm certain that you aren't about to ask me to take your place."
Parkinson stared at him. "No." Krycek, leaning against the wall by the door, smiled very slightly. "But I will want your support in the wizarding world."
"To help you solve what is, in the end, a Muggle problem? I think you're overestimating my influence."
"The colonists make no distinction between Muggle and magical," Parkinson said. "But the fact that they remain unaware of our existence could be used against them, in the end."
Malfoy smiled. "And wouldn't that be easier and more effective, if the magical world was united under a strong leader?"
"Are you planning to go into politics, Lucius?" Parkinson smiled.
"Not exactly, Parsifal. I'm sure you know that Lord Voldemort was merely injured by that Potter child. He lives still, and he is regaining his strength."
Parkinson's glass hit the table with a sharp clink. "Not that Voldemort business again, Lucius. This is hardly the moment to precipitate a civil war in the wizarding world."
"When Voldemort rises again, who will dare to oppose him?"
"Albus Dumbledore, for one. And quite a few of the witches and wizards he's turned out of Hogwarts since becoming headmaster. And I myself was never quite so taken with Voldemort as the rest of you were."
"Dumbledore is an old fool. And you, Uncle Parsifal... Your involvement in this Muggle conspiracy of yours has led you to forget where your true loyalties should lie. What happens in the Muggle world is not concern of ours."
"You've made you opinions clear enough, Lucius. I had hoped... but that is of no matter." He stood. "Shall we go find Narcissa and the children?"
It also means that the following scene can no longer exist, since I wanted it set roughly at the same time as the X-Files movie, but two or three years prior to Philosopher's Stone. So I thought I'd just post it here, for your enjoyment (or not).
Title: Lunch with the Malfoys
Author: Vanzetti
Fandom: HP/XF
Disclaimer: This never happened. All recognizable characters are someone else's property.
Author's note: an unbeta'd snippet for your enjoyment.
"Tell me again why you're doing this. And why you're wearing a dress?" Alex Krycek, in his usual jacket and jeans, stood in the doorway; he was staring at his patron in what the older man thought might be amusement.
"I was at school with Lucius' father. Our families have been connected for centuries. Long before the aliens returned to this planet, the Malfoys and the Parkinsons were allied. And these are wizarding robes, Alex. Do try to keep an open mind."
"My mind has been opened enough, thanks."
"Lucius Malfoy is an important man in his own world, but even there he is intolerant."
"Is that your way of telling me not to shoot him if he insults me?"
"You might consider it that, yes."
"Warning noted," Krycek said.
A bell chimed next to the fireplace. "Ah. Here they are," the older man said. There was a puff of smoke and a tall blonde woman appeared in the hearth. She brushed a bit of ash from her shoulder and stepped forward. The Englishman took her hands and lifted one to kiss it. "Narcissa. You grow lovelier every year. And this," as a second puff of smoke produced a small blond boy, "must be Draco."
"Good day, Uncle Parsifal."
"Pansy is looking forward to seeing you again. She is in the garden, I believe."
Krycek hid a smile at the poorly-concealed look of irritation on Draco's face. "Yes, Uncle Parsifal."
A final puff of smoke, and a tall man, as blond as his wife and son, stepped out of the fireplace. "Parsifal," Lucius Malfoy said. "How kind of you to invite us all to lunch."
They shook hands. "I was just telling Draco that Pansy was playing in the garden."
"Run along, then, Draco," Malfoy said. When the boy was gone he turned to stare at Krycek. "And this must be your... what does one call them? Your Muggle hit-man?"
"I prefer assassin, myself," Krycek said.
Malfoy's upper lip curved into a sneer.
Krycek kept his face blank.
Parkinson held out his arm for Narcissa. "My dear, I believe that lunch has already been set out in the conservatory." He led her out of the room.
With a final sneer, Lucius turned on his heel and strode after them, his robes billowing around him. Krycek sighed and followed.
Lunch passed in conversation Krycek couldn't follow, full of unfamiliar names, places and events. He listened with one ear and pushed the food around on his plate as Parkinson narrated an elaborate anecdote, something about wizard politics. Malfoy, he noticed, was smiling and nodding in poorly feigned amusement. He glanced at Narcissa, expecting the same slightly vacant expression.
She was staring at him. She didn't look away when he returned her gaze. Something about her reminded him of... oh no, he thought, it couldn't be. He snapped his mouth closed and examined her more carefully. The same shape to her eyebrows, the same chin, lips turned down in the same slightly disappointed expression. An offhand remark of Marita's about a cousin who'd married well suddenly seemed much more important than it has at the time.
Narcissa's face went perfectly blank and she looked straight though Krycek as if he didn't exist. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lucius Malfoy watching them with a frown on his face.
When the last plate was cleared Narcissa touched her napkin to her lips. "I think I'll go check on Draco and Pansy," she murmured. Parkinson and Malfoy stood when she did, Krycek imitating them a second later.
When she was gone, Parkinson turned to Malfoy. "A drink, Lucius? Perhaps in my study?"
"Of course," Malfoy said. He nodded at Krycek. "A pleasure."
Krycek didn't move.
"Alex knows all my business, Lucius."
"But not mine," Malfoy said.
"I can assure you of his discretion."
Krycek stared coolly at the other man until Lucius nodded his head. "Very well. I suppose it's no different from talking in front of the house-elves."
A muscle jumped in Krycek's cheek but under Parkinson's glare he remained silent.
In the study, Malfoy settled into a leather chair and accepted a glass of whiskey. "I suppose this is about the usual thing," he said.
"Colonization," Parkinson said. "Indeed. As you know, I have had to retire from my position in the Muggle world."
Malfoy leaned back in the chair. "I'm certain that you aren't about to ask me to take your place."
Parkinson stared at him. "No." Krycek, leaning against the wall by the door, smiled very slightly. "But I will want your support in the wizarding world."
"To help you solve what is, in the end, a Muggle problem? I think you're overestimating my influence."
"The colonists make no distinction between Muggle and magical," Parkinson said. "But the fact that they remain unaware of our existence could be used against them, in the end."
Malfoy smiled. "And wouldn't that be easier and more effective, if the magical world was united under a strong leader?"
"Are you planning to go into politics, Lucius?" Parkinson smiled.
"Not exactly, Parsifal. I'm sure you know that Lord Voldemort was merely injured by that Potter child. He lives still, and he is regaining his strength."
Parkinson's glass hit the table with a sharp clink. "Not that Voldemort business again, Lucius. This is hardly the moment to precipitate a civil war in the wizarding world."
"When Voldemort rises again, who will dare to oppose him?"
"Albus Dumbledore, for one. And quite a few of the witches and wizards he's turned out of Hogwarts since becoming headmaster. And I myself was never quite so taken with Voldemort as the rest of you were."
"Dumbledore is an old fool. And you, Uncle Parsifal... Your involvement in this Muggle conspiracy of yours has led you to forget where your true loyalties should lie. What happens in the Muggle world is not concern of ours."
"You've made you opinions clear enough, Lucius. I had hoped... but that is of no matter." He stood. "Shall we go find Narcissa and the children?"
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Date: 2002-12-08 09:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-09 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-09 12:54 am (UTC)But that aside, I really like this. It meshes better than one would think it would.
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Date: 2002-12-09 06:17 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-12-09 08:00 am (UTC)No, no, no. The thought of Krycek/Malfoy slash never entered my wee little head. I was just enjoying the scenery.
Some Krycek/Narcissa might be cool, if only to stir things up.
Imagine the fireworks over that...
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Date: 2002-12-09 11:11 am (UTC)Since Lucius strikes me as the jealous type. And I've given in to the evil urge to allow Narcissa and Marita to be closely related, so no doubt she's have something to say about hte situation as well.
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Date: 2002-12-09 04:10 am (UTC)A muscle jumped in Krycek's cheek but under Parkinson's glare he remained silent.
Hahahaha! That line was bee-yoootiful! That alone makes it worth writing the story.
I do like this. I don't have in-depth knowledge of the HP universe, having only seen the films, but this is an enjoyable mesh of characters and intrigues, and WMM lends himself well to wizardry, I must say. And Krycek is charming as the dangerous Muggle. I think the sardonic aspect of him works well with the HP spirit.
Hell, it works. So do whatever you need to twist the timelines into shape.
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Date: 2002-12-09 06:20 am (UTC)Thank you. I was pretty pleased with that line myself. Note to self: keep Krycek from killing Malfoy, unless it forwards the plot. (Killing him is one option--see my response to Kelly for the other one)
Like I said, it's fun, and works a little better than I expected. I'm glad you like it.
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Date: 2002-12-09 05:16 am (UTC)Oh, that's a shame. It's doubly a shame that the wizarding world doesn't operate on Narnia principles where time moves differently. But I'm sure you can fudge it sufficiently to make the plot work. Rowling's had a few little glitches of her own in the process of writing, where at the very least the days of the week don't tend to match the years given - have you ever read the HPfGU timelines (http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/timeline.html)?
And we all know about Chris Carter's careful attention to detail. :-)
Thanks for at least showing us the dinner party as a deleted scene. Like Spica, I was amused by poor Alex being equated to a house elf. Very sensible of him to restrain himself, and not only not shoot Lucius, but not react either. When you're a Muggle in a wizarding world, it probably helps to let them underestimate you.
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Date: 2002-12-09 06:34 am (UTC)I'd been using that site for other information (the lexicon site, I mean) and suddenly remembered that there were timelines too. Oops! Like them, I think the Deathday Party date outweighs the days-of-the-week issue; I know that I've happily fudged the proper day/date alignment where I wouldn't fudge what year the scene occurs in.
Like I said, I think that I can make this work, and it opens up some intriguing possibilities (because setting the first year in 91/2 means that seventh year is (I think) 97/98, which may allow more involvement by Harry, Ron and Hermione...).
As for the house-elf line, I fear that Alex will want his revenge for that. I think he finds the house-elves creepy.
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Date: 2002-12-09 08:51 am (UTC)Oh yeah. But first he'll lull Malfoy into a sense of false security, like any good assassin would.
And if the kids are likely to get the chance for some involvement in the latter stages, does that mean that Alex can have fun turning Draco's mind inside out in the way he once did to Jeff Spender? Messing with the minds of the offspring is probably the ultimate revenge, after all. :-)
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Date: 2002-12-09 11:09 am (UTC)I certainly can't rule out the possibility. Although canon Draco is such a nastly little boy that I fear for his wellbeing if entrusted to Krycek.
Then again, the experience might be good for him.
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Date: 2002-12-09 08:33 am (UTC)"I prefer assassin, myself," Krycek said.
Malfoy's upper lip curved into a sneer.
Krycek kept his face blank.
Oh, HEE. And damn. Because you have once again sucked me in with your evil HP ways. Whoever said it is right: WMM makes a wonderful bridge between HP and XF lands.
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Date: 2002-12-09 11:12 am (UTC)Well, hey, it worked with Buffy! (heh, heh, heh...)
Glad you like it. I giggled over parts of this myself.
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Date: 2002-12-09 01:59 pm (UTC)[ahem]
This is a great big pile of fun. The duelling suspicion and wariness between Krycek and Malfoy alone makes it worthwhile. I'm with Spica on the twitchy cheek. My favorite bit, too.
Oooh, so much potential. More, please.
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Date: 2002-12-09 02:20 pm (UTC)Thanks a lot! And trust me, I am having a great big pile of fun writing it. There will be more.