Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. Quite literally too. All I have to my name is a
teddy bear that's 15 years old, some candy and a trombone. But I digress.
Harry Potter and associates belong to J.K. Rawling, Highlander belongs
to.not me and Methos belongs to himself. Always has.
A/N. I love crossovers. Always have. This (quite obviously) is a crossover between Harry Potter and Highlander (when are they going to give Methos his own show, huh?) This will be slash, eventually. Methos/Snape, Remus/Sirius Harry/Draco, Herm/Ginny, Ron/Lavender (Het? Oh my god!) but then it's Ron/Neville (it could happen) and Percy/Oliver. I'm not sure how yet, but with Bob as my witless, it will happen. More notes at the bottom.
Summary: HP/Highlander crossover. Methos teaches at Hogwarts. really a supernatural/action/adventure/romance/drama...a little of everything. plot...when I get there...you-know-who has some new allies, which are very familiar to Methos. Then Cassandra shows up. (I AM evil) he he he
Read. Enjoy. And for pity's sake, REVIEW!! I need feedback to write more. (not really, but it would be nice)
Harry Potter and the Oldest Immortal by Scarletjedi
The lone man stood in front of the gate on the deserted street. Nobody passed by, though it wouldn't matter if they did. Nobody could see him, or the magnificent castle beyond the gate. The man was tall, from what could be seen lanky, with short dark hair and a classical nose. He was attractive without being very noticeable. He looked young, barely out of school, and he stood with the air of a man who was very comfortable within his own skin. All of these features added up to form a single person, but the most notable of these were his eyes. They were the colors of the earth, ranging from brown to gold to green depending on light and mood. They were ageless eyes, yet older than any on earth. These were the eyes of an immortal. And he called himself Adam Pierson.
He glanced down at his watch noting the time. The man was late. He didn't particularly mind, he had all the time in the world. He wore a black duster over his muggle clothing, his wizzarding robes in his bag. He didn't bring much, as anything he could want he could buy in Hogsmead, and the supplies he would need he would get tomorrow at Diagon Alley. He brought a few personal items, pictures, his journal, some favored daggers, his gameboy and a good book to read, not to mention things like a toothbrush and clean boxers (!!). He had a few favorite sweaters and one or two pairs of jeans. He also had his wand. It was an antique, almost as old as he was, made of rowan with the feather of an alicorn.(1)
He pulled his duster closer around him to shield himself from the biting wind. He was looking off into the distance so it was the sound of a cracking branch that first brought him knowledge of his escort. Adam turned and smiled at the man. He was Rubius Hagrid, the grounds-keeper and teacher of Care of Magical Creatures. Hagrid stood well over Adam, his black hair and beard framing, hiding, and settling in a mass of tangles around his face. Hagrid spoke first.
"Yer mus' be the nex' History o'Magic Professor. Name's Hagrid." He stuck out his had and Adam took it, each surprised at the other's grip, though nether showed it. "I teach Care o' Magical Creatures. Professor Dumbledore said I was to meet yer and take yer to 'is office. By the way, what's yer name?" As he spoke Hagrid has opened the gate to let Adam in.
"Adam Pierson."
They chatted until they entered the castle's great hall. Passing by staircases they encountered their first ghost, the bloody baron. His transparent eyes passed right through Hagrid, but widened at Adam.
"You! My, I never thought I would see you again." Adam bowed and said,
"Your Grace. It's a pleasure to be back." The baron shook his head looking darker that Hagrid had ever seen him.
"Why are you here Old Man?" Adam smiled cryptically.
"To teach. Why else?" He asked innocently. The baron just shook his head muttering about how Dumbledore had really lost his mind this time and floated away, looking ever evil and mercy-less. Hagrid raised an eyebrow, (Or else it looked like he did under all that hair) but didn't comment on Adam's enigmatic smile. He gestured and they continued on their way. Finally they arrived at the office, (the password this time was "jelly baby") and Adam went inside, Hagrid choosing to wait in the hall.
The office was quite remarkable from the dusty old tomes lining one wall to the caged phoenix in one corner. The researcher and scholar that was Adam Pierson was drawn immediately to the dusty spell books and cookbooks, while the man, Methos, was drawn to the Phoenix, another of immortal life. He was deciding which to investigate first when the choice became obsolete. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore (first order Merlin, etc.) had entered his office. It was quite without notice, which was (in itself) peculiar. It made one wonder weather or not he was there all along, just invisible. He then spoke, his eyes twinkling behind his gold crescent moon spectacles.
"Welcome back to hogwarts, professor. What has it been, 70, 75 years?" Adam smiled again.
"74 to be precise. I retired a few years after you started, back when your hair was still short, and red." Now they were both smiling.
"I will have you know that I like my hair white. It gives me character." Adam laughed.
"You are in no short supply of character, Albus."
"And neither are you in short supply of characters, eh Professor Pierson?" Adam shrugged.
"It's a living." Albus nodded, his sagely look spoiled by the boyish glint in his eyes and the slight tugging on the corners of his mouth.
"That it is. Now to business. Lemon Drop?" He asked holding out the tin which had magically appeared in his hand. Adam declined. Albus shrugged and popped on in his own mouth. "You are taking over the History of Magic position recently vacated by Professor Binns. He finally had enough with the students and moved on." Adam nodded and prompted Dumbledore to proceed. "The term starts on the Monday two weeks from now." They both rose and shook hands. "I must say Adam, it is a pleasure to see you in these halls again." Adam smiled, a truly broad smile which showed all his white teeth.
"It's good to be back Albus. It's good to be back."
Hagrid was still waiting patiently when Adam and Dumbledore exited the office, laughing over some comment. Dumbledore turned to him.
"Hagrid, would you please show Mr. Pierson his classroom and his room? I'm afraid I have to leave for a short while. Ministry business. How boring, eh Adam?" Adam smiled.
"Yes. I hate administrators. Bunch of bureaucrats. Eugh." He shuddered. Dumbledore smiled sadly.
"Too true, too true. Oh well. I must be off." He then hurried down the corridor, disappearing behind a suit of armor. Adam watched him go then turned to Hagrid. Hagrid smiled real big at him.
"Right then. Lets get you to rooms. This way." He led the way back down the stairs and through a rather twisty corridor to a classroom, chatting good- naturedly along the way. "Here's your classroom." The room was practically empty save for the student's desks and the teacher's desk in front of the fireplace. The chair was high backed and of crushed burgundy valor. Adam dropped the bigger of the two bags on his desk. He turned back to Hagrid.
"I'll sort through that later. I'm too tired now."
"I'll take you to your room then." They headed, this time to the
"Some of the other teachers and I were headin' down to the three broomsticks to share a pint. Care to join us?" At the words 'share a pint' Adam's immortal eyes lit up.
"I would love to."
(1)alicorn-winged unicorn
I just think the snape/methos connection is so perfect. You'll see why in future chapters (when I write them) if you want an explanation, e-mail me at [email protected]. Please review. I can't say that enough. Uh.oh yeah. About the history of magic deal. I have no grudge against binns, but he serves no purpose, and I NEEDED to give methos a history position. Hilarity will ensue. As to the DADA job, LUPIN WILL RETURN!
A/N. I love crossovers. Always have. This (quite obviously) is a crossover between Harry Potter and Highlander (when are they going to give Methos his own show, huh?) This will be slash, eventually. Methos/Snape, Remus/Sirius Harry/Draco, Herm/Ginny, Ron/Lavender (Het? Oh my god!) but then it's Ron/Neville (it could happen) and Percy/Oliver. I'm not sure how yet, but with Bob as my witless, it will happen. More notes at the bottom.
Summary: HP/Highlander crossover. Methos teaches at Hogwarts. really a supernatural/action/adventure/romance/drama...a little of everything. plot...when I get there...you-know-who has some new allies, which are very familiar to Methos. Then Cassandra shows up. (I AM evil) he he he
Read. Enjoy. And for pity's sake, REVIEW!! I need feedback to write more. (not really, but it would be nice)
Harry Potter and the Oldest Immortal by Scarletjedi
The lone man stood in front of the gate on the deserted street. Nobody passed by, though it wouldn't matter if they did. Nobody could see him, or the magnificent castle beyond the gate. The man was tall, from what could be seen lanky, with short dark hair and a classical nose. He was attractive without being very noticeable. He looked young, barely out of school, and he stood with the air of a man who was very comfortable within his own skin. All of these features added up to form a single person, but the most notable of these were his eyes. They were the colors of the earth, ranging from brown to gold to green depending on light and mood. They were ageless eyes, yet older than any on earth. These were the eyes of an immortal. And he called himself Adam Pierson.
He glanced down at his watch noting the time. The man was late. He didn't particularly mind, he had all the time in the world. He wore a black duster over his muggle clothing, his wizzarding robes in his bag. He didn't bring much, as anything he could want he could buy in Hogsmead, and the supplies he would need he would get tomorrow at Diagon Alley. He brought a few personal items, pictures, his journal, some favored daggers, his gameboy and a good book to read, not to mention things like a toothbrush and clean boxers (!!). He had a few favorite sweaters and one or two pairs of jeans. He also had his wand. It was an antique, almost as old as he was, made of rowan with the feather of an alicorn.(1)
He pulled his duster closer around him to shield himself from the biting wind. He was looking off into the distance so it was the sound of a cracking branch that first brought him knowledge of his escort. Adam turned and smiled at the man. He was Rubius Hagrid, the grounds-keeper and teacher of Care of Magical Creatures. Hagrid stood well over Adam, his black hair and beard framing, hiding, and settling in a mass of tangles around his face. Hagrid spoke first.
"Yer mus' be the nex' History o'Magic Professor. Name's Hagrid." He stuck out his had and Adam took it, each surprised at the other's grip, though nether showed it. "I teach Care o' Magical Creatures. Professor Dumbledore said I was to meet yer and take yer to 'is office. By the way, what's yer name?" As he spoke Hagrid has opened the gate to let Adam in.
"Adam Pierson."
They chatted until they entered the castle's great hall. Passing by staircases they encountered their first ghost, the bloody baron. His transparent eyes passed right through Hagrid, but widened at Adam.
"You! My, I never thought I would see you again." Adam bowed and said,
"Your Grace. It's a pleasure to be back." The baron shook his head looking darker that Hagrid had ever seen him.
"Why are you here Old Man?" Adam smiled cryptically.
"To teach. Why else?" He asked innocently. The baron just shook his head muttering about how Dumbledore had really lost his mind this time and floated away, looking ever evil and mercy-less. Hagrid raised an eyebrow, (Or else it looked like he did under all that hair) but didn't comment on Adam's enigmatic smile. He gestured and they continued on their way. Finally they arrived at the office, (the password this time was "jelly baby") and Adam went inside, Hagrid choosing to wait in the hall.
The office was quite remarkable from the dusty old tomes lining one wall to the caged phoenix in one corner. The researcher and scholar that was Adam Pierson was drawn immediately to the dusty spell books and cookbooks, while the man, Methos, was drawn to the Phoenix, another of immortal life. He was deciding which to investigate first when the choice became obsolete. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore (first order Merlin, etc.) had entered his office. It was quite without notice, which was (in itself) peculiar. It made one wonder weather or not he was there all along, just invisible. He then spoke, his eyes twinkling behind his gold crescent moon spectacles.
"Welcome back to hogwarts, professor. What has it been, 70, 75 years?" Adam smiled again.
"74 to be precise. I retired a few years after you started, back when your hair was still short, and red." Now they were both smiling.
"I will have you know that I like my hair white. It gives me character." Adam laughed.
"You are in no short supply of character, Albus."
"And neither are you in short supply of characters, eh Professor Pierson?" Adam shrugged.
"It's a living." Albus nodded, his sagely look spoiled by the boyish glint in his eyes and the slight tugging on the corners of his mouth.
"That it is. Now to business. Lemon Drop?" He asked holding out the tin which had magically appeared in his hand. Adam declined. Albus shrugged and popped on in his own mouth. "You are taking over the History of Magic position recently vacated by Professor Binns. He finally had enough with the students and moved on." Adam nodded and prompted Dumbledore to proceed. "The term starts on the Monday two weeks from now." They both rose and shook hands. "I must say Adam, it is a pleasure to see you in these halls again." Adam smiled, a truly broad smile which showed all his white teeth.
"It's good to be back Albus. It's good to be back."
Hagrid was still waiting patiently when Adam and Dumbledore exited the office, laughing over some comment. Dumbledore turned to him.
"Hagrid, would you please show Mr. Pierson his classroom and his room? I'm afraid I have to leave for a short while. Ministry business. How boring, eh Adam?" Adam smiled.
"Yes. I hate administrators. Bunch of bureaucrats. Eugh." He shuddered. Dumbledore smiled sadly.
"Too true, too true. Oh well. I must be off." He then hurried down the corridor, disappearing behind a suit of armor. Adam watched him go then turned to Hagrid. Hagrid smiled real big at him.
"Right then. Lets get you to rooms. This way." He led the way back down the stairs and through a rather twisty corridor to a classroom, chatting good- naturedly along the way. "Here's your classroom." The room was practically empty save for the student's desks and the teacher's desk in front of the fireplace. The chair was high backed and of crushed burgundy valor. Adam dropped the bigger of the two bags on his desk. He turned back to Hagrid.
"I'll sort through that later. I'm too tired now."
"I'll take you to your room then." They headed, this time to the
"Some of the other teachers and I were headin' down to the three broomsticks to share a pint. Care to join us?" At the words 'share a pint' Adam's immortal eyes lit up.
"I would love to."
(1)alicorn-winged unicorn
I just think the snape/methos connection is so perfect. You'll see why in future chapters (when I write them) if you want an explanation, e-mail me at [email protected]. Please review. I can't say that enough. Uh.oh yeah. About the history of magic deal. I have no grudge against binns, but he serves no purpose, and I NEEDED to give methos a history position. Hilarity will ensue. As to the DADA job, LUPIN WILL RETURN!