Author's Note: Thank you for selecting this fic to read! I have been told
by several that this is one of the more interesting and well written Harry
Potter crossover fics that they have read. But before you go off reading I
must explain some things: This is a cross over, yes, and therefore
contains elements of both Harry Potter and The X Files. I've written the
fic in a style similar to the jr. novelizations of X-Files episodes. The
story is layed out like an X Files episode. Harry and his school chums
will not appear in this fic (Except in letters to Sirius and Remus) I do
tend to crack a few jokes at Remus and Sirius' closeness, but its all in
good fun.
Oh and I do a bit of fan casting in here. The two main rumored people for the part of Remus Lupin in HPPOA are Christian Bale (Newsies, American Psycho) and Ewan McGregor (Brassed Off, Moulin Rouge). Being that Ewan McGregor has already set himself in the annuals of pop culture as Obi-Wan Kenobi in the Star Wars Prequels, I figure he wont take the part of Remus Lupin if offered. It would just be another cult part and as an actor I know that I wouldn't take it. (then again, he might if his children are big HP fans and make him do it) So I cast Christian Bale as Remus. They are both terrific actors and would make very good Remus Lupins. I cast Hugh Jackman as Sirius because he, like Christian and Ewan, is a perfect man (sing and act and be really hot all at the same time) plus from the wolverine part he played in X Men we know that he is capable of playing slightly deranged a little off kilter not all there madmen. Huzzah.
Reading and reviewing is always welcome. And as with all fan fiction, I don't own the X-Files or Harry Potter. If I owned both I would be so insanely wealthy that it would make your head spin. Now...On with the fic!
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Instinct
By Kris the Intrepid Geek Queen
Hunt. It needed to hunt. It needed to kill. It ruled the woods and nothing was welcome in them. The creature perked its ears up, listening for any sign of food nearby. A deer in the next glen was lying down for the evening. Some dogs were barking off in the distance. The air smelled of the first hints of winter air and the town not far off. The town. A variable banquet of prey lived within the town's quaint little cottages and farm houses. And all of them were there, for the creature's taking. For the creature knew it was not merely a lowly forest animal, but a wolf; strong and sturdy, fast and cunning, the skilled hunter who could only be appeased by the flesh of one animal and one animal alone. The animal known as "man".
The wolf trotted through the forest, heading in the direction its nose lead it, toward a human dwelling right in the outskirts of the wolf's woods. The wolf hated humans. All humans for there wasn't a decent one among them. Humans, in the wolf's opinion, were the dumbest of all creatures on earth and by killing them all off, the wolf would be doing the rest of creation a great favor. Not to mention that the wolf felt rather hungry and would love to sink its teeth into some tender...juicy...
Sheep bleating. Damned stupid herd animals. Almost as dumb as humans. Perhaps even stupider since they let the humans boss them around with no shred of dignity. But no matter. Perhaps just one of the wooly things, to whet the appetite...just one couldn't hurt.
Thunder! No...gunshot. The stupid humans had come out of their stupid cave and had started to make racket with their stupid fire sticks. No matter. The wolf knew that the man's gunshot would not hurt it. Already it had been shot 3 times and when it next awoke the wound was gone, no scar left. The wolf was invincible and it knew this. And the human was going to regret it.
Pain. Pink light was beginning to stain the sky announcing that the night was giving way to day. The wolf knew it was invincible, but its fear of daylight far outweighed its hunger for human flesh. It retreated back into the woods, back to where it woke up, before letting the pain take over once again. Damned humans, thought the wolf. It just figures that I have to spend the rest of the month as one.
THE X FILES
Fox Mulder: David Duchovney.
Dana Scully: Gillian Anderson.
Guest starring:
Sirius Black: Hugh Jackman.
Remus Lupin: Christian Bale.
The Truth is Out There.
Scully knew something was up by the way Mulder bounced into the room carrying a large coffee mug and a newspaper. "You will never guess what's been terrorizing the town of Ithaca, Maine!"
Scully sighed "Bigfoot? Vampires? Bad Stephen King books?"
Mulder laid the newspaper, a copy of one of the finer literary journals, The Sun, on Scully's desk. "Nope..."
WEREWOLVES TERRORIZE NEW ENGLAND TOWNS!
"Oh please Mulder, werewolves? Haven't we already been over this?"
"Scully, you've said yourself that Lycanthropy is a real disease. Besides, Maine is supposed to be lovely this time of year!"
After what, in Scully's mind was an entirely too long plane ride, followed by another entirely too long car ride, Mulder pulled the ford rental car up to a small inn and tavern.
"The Watch-house" Mulder slammed the car door and locked it. "Ithaca's only motel"
"Great..." sighed Scully "Hope they have a vacancy."
Inside the tavern, the lights were low. a small fire crackled away in the far most corner of the room. a group, obviously the local lion's club, sat in the corner. At the bar was a man with blond hair touched with gray. He looked sickly, as if he had cancer or some other wasting disease, Scully noted. The bar tender was a hansom man in his 30s with jet-black hair pulled into a low ponytail. A goatee and beatnik mustache accented the warm smile he flashed Scully as she walked up to the bar.
"Can I help you two?" He asked in a clean, deep British accent.
Mulder answered, "Were with the FBI" Badge flash "were here on an investigation."
The barkeep smiled, "You'd be looking for werewolves then?" He did not hide his sarcasm: Mulder kept his face neutral, the man by the bar coughed. "You aren't the first." He continued, "All sorts have come looking for werewolves, most of them come through this tavern. It is all I can do to explain to them that things like werewolves do not exist. None of them listens of course…"
"How long have you been here?" Scully enquired.
"Well, I started working here, what, 4 months ago? Four months was it Remus?"
The blond man, who upon further investigation did not look much older than the barkeep, even though he was more weather beaten.
"5 months" He replied, his voice weary and timid. Scully got the impression that he was not used to being around other people.
The doctor part of her mind kept assigning medical conditions to him that would make him appear so wasted, but nothing quite satisfied her. Maybe he isn't sick…perhaps he's just sickly. She managed to break out of her reprieve to return the smile the barkeep was flashing her. Who cares if I flirt with him…he is rather hansom. "Do you mind telling us what you think these werewolves really are?"
"Not at all. It's probably just a pack of wild dogs looking for food. With urban encroachment and all their hunting grounds are now someone's cow pasture and they got confused."
Scully smiled again, this time not because of the barkeep's good looks, but of anticipation of the little happy "I-Told-You-So" look she was going to give Mulder when they got in private.
"I'm guessing that you two will be needing a room as well?" the Tender asked while reaching to the key cubbies behind him.
Mulder answered, a little more than miffed, "Two actually…"
The tender's look was one of surprise, a half feral half seductive grin spreading across his face. "Two it is then. Dinner is at 7, if you need anything just comedown and ask, but the bar will be closing up at around 8."
"Why so early" Mulder asked, taking the keys off the counter.
"Well, my friend here," He gestured to the blond at the bar, "Is feeling a bit under the weather, I was going to take him to a doctor but he's in another town."
"Ahh…" Scully felt a little more assured of her medical diagnosis skills upon finding out that the blond man the barkeep called 'Remus' was seeing some sort of specialist. "Well then thank you for your time Mr…?"
"Black, Sirius Black."
Oh and I do a bit of fan casting in here. The two main rumored people for the part of Remus Lupin in HPPOA are Christian Bale (Newsies, American Psycho) and Ewan McGregor (Brassed Off, Moulin Rouge). Being that Ewan McGregor has already set himself in the annuals of pop culture as Obi-Wan Kenobi in the Star Wars Prequels, I figure he wont take the part of Remus Lupin if offered. It would just be another cult part and as an actor I know that I wouldn't take it. (then again, he might if his children are big HP fans and make him do it) So I cast Christian Bale as Remus. They are both terrific actors and would make very good Remus Lupins. I cast Hugh Jackman as Sirius because he, like Christian and Ewan, is a perfect man (sing and act and be really hot all at the same time) plus from the wolverine part he played in X Men we know that he is capable of playing slightly deranged a little off kilter not all there madmen. Huzzah.
Reading and reviewing is always welcome. And as with all fan fiction, I don't own the X-Files or Harry Potter. If I owned both I would be so insanely wealthy that it would make your head spin. Now...On with the fic!
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Instinct
By Kris the Intrepid Geek Queen
Hunt. It needed to hunt. It needed to kill. It ruled the woods and nothing was welcome in them. The creature perked its ears up, listening for any sign of food nearby. A deer in the next glen was lying down for the evening. Some dogs were barking off in the distance. The air smelled of the first hints of winter air and the town not far off. The town. A variable banquet of prey lived within the town's quaint little cottages and farm houses. And all of them were there, for the creature's taking. For the creature knew it was not merely a lowly forest animal, but a wolf; strong and sturdy, fast and cunning, the skilled hunter who could only be appeased by the flesh of one animal and one animal alone. The animal known as "man".
The wolf trotted through the forest, heading in the direction its nose lead it, toward a human dwelling right in the outskirts of the wolf's woods. The wolf hated humans. All humans for there wasn't a decent one among them. Humans, in the wolf's opinion, were the dumbest of all creatures on earth and by killing them all off, the wolf would be doing the rest of creation a great favor. Not to mention that the wolf felt rather hungry and would love to sink its teeth into some tender...juicy...
Sheep bleating. Damned stupid herd animals. Almost as dumb as humans. Perhaps even stupider since they let the humans boss them around with no shred of dignity. But no matter. Perhaps just one of the wooly things, to whet the appetite...just one couldn't hurt.
Thunder! No...gunshot. The stupid humans had come out of their stupid cave and had started to make racket with their stupid fire sticks. No matter. The wolf knew that the man's gunshot would not hurt it. Already it had been shot 3 times and when it next awoke the wound was gone, no scar left. The wolf was invincible and it knew this. And the human was going to regret it.
Pain. Pink light was beginning to stain the sky announcing that the night was giving way to day. The wolf knew it was invincible, but its fear of daylight far outweighed its hunger for human flesh. It retreated back into the woods, back to where it woke up, before letting the pain take over once again. Damned humans, thought the wolf. It just figures that I have to spend the rest of the month as one.
THE X FILES
Fox Mulder: David Duchovney.
Dana Scully: Gillian Anderson.
Guest starring:
Sirius Black: Hugh Jackman.
Remus Lupin: Christian Bale.
The Truth is Out There.
Scully knew something was up by the way Mulder bounced into the room carrying a large coffee mug and a newspaper. "You will never guess what's been terrorizing the town of Ithaca, Maine!"
Scully sighed "Bigfoot? Vampires? Bad Stephen King books?"
Mulder laid the newspaper, a copy of one of the finer literary journals, The Sun, on Scully's desk. "Nope..."
WEREWOLVES TERRORIZE NEW ENGLAND TOWNS!
"Oh please Mulder, werewolves? Haven't we already been over this?"
"Scully, you've said yourself that Lycanthropy is a real disease. Besides, Maine is supposed to be lovely this time of year!"
After what, in Scully's mind was an entirely too long plane ride, followed by another entirely too long car ride, Mulder pulled the ford rental car up to a small inn and tavern.
"The Watch-house" Mulder slammed the car door and locked it. "Ithaca's only motel"
"Great..." sighed Scully "Hope they have a vacancy."
Inside the tavern, the lights were low. a small fire crackled away in the far most corner of the room. a group, obviously the local lion's club, sat in the corner. At the bar was a man with blond hair touched with gray. He looked sickly, as if he had cancer or some other wasting disease, Scully noted. The bar tender was a hansom man in his 30s with jet-black hair pulled into a low ponytail. A goatee and beatnik mustache accented the warm smile he flashed Scully as she walked up to the bar.
"Can I help you two?" He asked in a clean, deep British accent.
Mulder answered, "Were with the FBI" Badge flash "were here on an investigation."
The barkeep smiled, "You'd be looking for werewolves then?" He did not hide his sarcasm: Mulder kept his face neutral, the man by the bar coughed. "You aren't the first." He continued, "All sorts have come looking for werewolves, most of them come through this tavern. It is all I can do to explain to them that things like werewolves do not exist. None of them listens of course…"
"How long have you been here?" Scully enquired.
"Well, I started working here, what, 4 months ago? Four months was it Remus?"
The blond man, who upon further investigation did not look much older than the barkeep, even though he was more weather beaten.
"5 months" He replied, his voice weary and timid. Scully got the impression that he was not used to being around other people.
The doctor part of her mind kept assigning medical conditions to him that would make him appear so wasted, but nothing quite satisfied her. Maybe he isn't sick…perhaps he's just sickly. She managed to break out of her reprieve to return the smile the barkeep was flashing her. Who cares if I flirt with him…he is rather hansom. "Do you mind telling us what you think these werewolves really are?"
"Not at all. It's probably just a pack of wild dogs looking for food. With urban encroachment and all their hunting grounds are now someone's cow pasture and they got confused."
Scully smiled again, this time not because of the barkeep's good looks, but of anticipation of the little happy "I-Told-You-So" look she was going to give Mulder when they got in private.
"I'm guessing that you two will be needing a room as well?" the Tender asked while reaching to the key cubbies behind him.
Mulder answered, a little more than miffed, "Two actually…"
The tender's look was one of surprise, a half feral half seductive grin spreading across his face. "Two it is then. Dinner is at 7, if you need anything just comedown and ask, but the bar will be closing up at around 8."
"Why so early" Mulder asked, taking the keys off the counter.
"Well, my friend here," He gestured to the blond at the bar, "Is feeling a bit under the weather, I was going to take him to a doctor but he's in another town."
"Ahh…" Scully felt a little more assured of her medical diagnosis skills upon finding out that the blond man the barkeep called 'Remus' was seeing some sort of specialist. "Well then thank you for your time Mr…?"
"Black, Sirius Black."