THE MAGICAL AND THE MAGNIFICENT chapter 1

Magnificent 7 ATF AU - X-Over - Harry Potter

Slash Ezra/Vin (very mild)

Disclaimer: I own neither The Magnificent 7 nor JK Rowling's Harry Potter books or the movies based on them.

Okay, I have been tinkering with this story and have reached the point where I am happy to post. I have several chapters written that only need polishing and will hopefully post a chapter per week. I hope you enjoy.

A/N A couple of really good stories have used the combination of Mag 7 & HP so I thought I'd have a go. Since this is overwhelmingly Mag 7 based I am only publishing in the Mag 7 fandom. While I think it fair to presume that most mag7 fans have at least a passing familiarity with the world of JK Rowling I don't feel the same can be said for HP fanfic fans. For those who are unfamiliar with the world of Harry Potter read on. For those unfamiliar with fanfic HP read on also.

In the world of Harry Potter Harry is destined to defeat the evil Lord Voldemort. He is aided by his friends Hermione, Ron, Prof' Dumbledore & Remus Lupin among others. Draco Malfoy and his father are the baddies and Prof Snape hates Harry….However…in the world of fanfic Draco is often portrayed a lot like Ezra, as someone who rebels against their upbringing but faces opposition from those who don't think a person can change. While Ron, Hermione and even Harry are not always the perfect little heroes that Rowling portrays. So be warned that some characters may seem quite out of character even though they would be recognised in fanon. Not necessarily for Ron or Harry fans (not that Harry is bad but he's not the focus of the story - and I admit that I do find him a little too good to be true, heck he makes JD look tardy! ) Hermione and Draco, however, are sympathetically portrayed.

A/N 2 - Nathan does not come across well for part of this fic but he sees the light eventually, bless him. You know me I love our poor put upon healer. This may not be a fic for Josiah fans - he may not even want to see the light but I am willing to be persuaded (he's not actually a villain - well not unless the readers wish it LOL)

A/N3 The team are still Denver ATF but some of them have that little bit extra.

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Are you sure he's gonna fit in Chris? I mean I know you got all tingly with him in Atlanta an' all, but he doesn't seem to have a clue about the wizarding world; even squibs know their heritage. Of course if you had the idea of giving Nathan some squib company then that's backfired on ya bigtime. I've seen love at first sight but never hate at first meeting." Buck chuckled at the memory of the scowl on Nathan's face the moment the boy from New Orleans that they had found at the FBI in Atlanta opened his mouth.

"Firstly Bucklin; you know how sensitive Nathan is about being a non magical from a magical family - we don't use the sqib word around the office. Besides Nathan has no idea that Ez is in any way different. Heck even Ezra has no idea as far as I can tell. Secondly, do you have to use the word tingly? And do you have to make an innuendo out of it? thirdly; I hired him because he's the best damn undercover agent in the country" Before Buck could interrupt and point out the southerner's other reputation Chris headed him off. "I know the rumours. You believe them?"

"No."

"Well then. And anyway I didn't get a tingly feeling, as you so annoyingly put it."

"But you said he triggered your radar as soon as he walked into the room."

"He did, and that's what's got me intrigued. It wasn't a normal feeling."

"Tingle." Buck reminded him with a smirk.

Chris sighed; he hated the word but it was accurate and he couldn't think of a suitable alternative for the feeling he got when around someone with magical powers. He could feel anything from a mild tingle for a squib to the feeling of being dunked in ice cold water and then sat in front of a hot fire for a wizard or witch like his late wife sarah. Most, like Vin, and Buck being somewhere in between. That was what made Ezra so unusual.

"Uh huh." he gave in to the name.

"So what sort of feeling was it if it wasn't a tingly one?"

"That's the thing. It wasn't a feeling at all, it was a sound. Like a bell." Chris's features softened and a small smile lit his face. "Like a clear, small, crystal bell. Never heard anything like it before."

"So does he have power?"

"I'm sure of it. But I don't know what kind and I don't think he has a clue; but it's growing. It's stronger now than when we met. As though being round us is bringing out his latent qualities. He's gonna need our help Buck, and soon."

"Is he dangerous? Or IN danger?"

"I haven't the faintest idea; for all I know making people hear bells IS his power."

"But you don't think so." Buck could sense an excitement in his oldest friend that hadn't been there since they'd met Vin Tanner who turned out to be a rather unique shaman sentinel, his shamanic power negating the need for a separate guide to keep his senses under control, although when combined with another of power his own would become greater than that of any other sentinel, his connection to his soul mate enabling their individual powers to mix. Depending on the talents of his potential partner it promised to be a possibly awesome result.

"That bell was like a herald Buck. I just don't know what it was heralding."

With more seriousness than he would have believed himself capable of before the team was founded and before he finally admitted to himself that which Chris had been telling him for years, that his animal magnetism was actually a manifestation of his empathic power, Buck asked

"Do you think he could be an angel?"

"Heck Buck. This is Ezra Standish we're talking about. I don't know what he is but he sure ain't no angel!"

They both laughed at the mental picture of the small, dark chestnut haired and jade green eyed man with a halo and large fluffy white wings. They both stopped laughing and stared at each other when that picture looked disturbingly, well, angelic.

"Nah!" they muttered.

As if to confirm their denial a sudden stream of what was, quite possibly, some of the most innovative and multilingual cursing ever heard by human ears came floating elegantly across the room, and all delivered in a deceptively soft, sweet southern drawl. It was followed almost immediately by the equally elegant man himself. Vin was at his side smiling, eyes twinkling with humour at the diatribe.

"What happened?" Chris asked Vin; no point in asking Ezra since his reply probably wouldn't even be in English, at least not in an English that he would recognize. Ezra glared at all three of them as Vin explained.

"Nathan insisted on trying to give Ez a medical, and demanded access to his medical records. Ezra pointed out that he'd already had a full medical after his transfer from the FBI" At this comment Ezra, still not trusting himself to speak, nodded emphatically, Vin smirked, "Anyway, Ezra told Nathan that if he wanted to see his records he could go and qualify as a doctor." This time Ezra was the one to smirk, he'd been quite pleased with that put down.

"Ouch!" uttered Buck with a wince. He wasn't even remotely annoyed at Ezra's treatment of their medic. The undercover agent had been at the sharp end of Nathan's tongue since joining them three months before.

At the same moment that Chris opened his mouth to try and act as peacemaker, despite an overwhelming urge to shoot both men, Nathan stormed into the office, followed by the other members of the team, Josiah and JD. Both agents seemed bemused by the normally even tempered medic's display of ire. As soon as they saw Ezra the cause became clear. Nathan immediately crossed to Larabee to make his appeal.

"Chris; make this southern fried idiot hand over his notes. Tell him that everybody else has and there's no reason for him to do any different; unless he's got something to hide."

Ezra's poker face was firmly in place but when Nathan made his concluding comment Vin could swear he saw a flash of fear in the pale jade eyes. When it had gone all that was left in it's wake was anger.

"Please Mr Jackson, I am sure that there is a lot that the medical profession can do these days for people who have delusions of grandeur. Being an EMT is a worthy occupation. There is no need to pretend to have skills and qualifications that you do not possess." He held up his hand to forestall reply. "And since you do not possess said qualification I tell you once again, for the last time. My private life is my own business; keep your goddamned nose out!"

"Least he said it in English this time" said Vin, his voice still light and friendly but the sparkle in his eyes having been replaced by a smouldering anger. Nathan's behaviour was tantamount to harassment. Chris shared his opinion but the air desperately needed to be cleared so, with serious trepidation he allowed the argument to continue.

"The health of the team IS my business. If you're hiding something and the rest of the team suffer for it I'll be the one picking up the pieces."

'Dammit' thought Ezra. 'Why wasn't the official medical enough for the irritating man? Blood pressure fine, cholesterol fine, weight fi…, well nearly fine - ish…please, malnourished was such a subjective term.' But he'd heard from a reliable source, JD, that Nathan went further; noting old scars, questioning old fracture sites and digging into psych evaluations. There could be no other reason for these unwarranted intrusions than prurient curiosity. Well no way is he poking and prodding this body, this mind. He can't; he mustn't. I WON'T LET HIM.'

As Ezra's internal panic spiralled out of control the others in the office began to experience a strange prickling sensation, like static electricity. The hairs on arms and backs of necks stood up and the ground beneath them began to shimmy. Without any warning Ezra gasped as if in intense pain and his eyes rolled back into his head, although he remained standing. As he seemed to stop breathing completely his eyes righted themselves, the pale jade was now a sparkling deep green and without a word or a gesture books, files and ornaments began to hurl themselves across the room. Buck narrowly avoided a heavy manual on fire prevention whilst one of Josiah's philosophy tomes caught JD a glancing blow on the arm. JD yelped, more from surprise than any pain and Ezra's eyes lost their intense hue, turning a shocked gaze toward the sound.

Ezra looked about him at the group of shocked agents; at the debris, and at JD, rubbing his arm. 'Oh God! Dear lord, no! It had happened again, and he had hurt JD. They would kill him, quite rightly. 'Must get away before I hurt someone else' was his all consuming thought.

Chris couldn't move. Not through the shock, although Ezra's burst of uncontrolled magic had indeed been shocking. No, this was also Ezra's work. The others had come to the same conclusion and they watched helplessly as Ezra fled the room, and no doubt, the building. It was nearly two minutes later that the paralysis suddenly gave way to movement.

As they staggered and stretched JD gasped and pointed to the far wall where one word, in blood red, was repeating itself in large copperplate lettering, Ezra's handwriting. One word which caught their collective breaths.

'SORRY'

Nathan walked over to the wall and ran a finger through the liquid; he sniffed it and grimaced,

"Blood"

"Shit!. How did he do that?" muttered Buck.

"Doubt he's even aware that he has" replied Chris, "he's distraught."

"He was scared of us" confirmed Buck, "I felt it. What is he, Chris?"

Chris Larabee had recognized the power signature as soon as the books began to fly but before he could tell the others Nathan interrupted with his own theory.

"A monster, that's what he is. Some sort of evil demon." JD and Buck laughed nervously. Magic they were ok with, but demons, no way! Besides, Buck reasoned, he had felt no evil or hatred, just fear, confusion, horror and shame.

"Shut up Nathan!" spat Vin with unexpected and uncharacteristic venom. "You started this; houndin' him, bullying him. No wonder he lost it, it's a wonder he didn't do this weeks ago. And in case you didn't notice the moment anybody came even close to getting hurt…", he ducked his head toward JD, "Ezra cut off like a switch. Freezing us in place was only so's he could get away from us. He probably thinks we want to kill him; after all that's what the FBI did in Atlanta, and he was only accused of being on the take there, not performing magic."

Nathan didn't want to get into a row with Vin but he was disappointed in the normally perceptive tracker. He thought that the quiet Texan had more moral fibre. It wasn't right to side with someone just because they were both magical. He turned to Chris instead, after all it was his fault that the freaky southerner was here at all.

"How come you hired another magical? Ain't three enough for you?"

This was an old argument; Nathan's anti - magical stance would hold more water though, if it didn't sound quite so much like jealousy.

"Firstly Nathan, I've told you before, I'm not magical" reminded Chris with a touch of frustration in his voice. "I sense it but I don't perform it. And secondly, I had no reason to believe that Ezra was anything other than what I had read in his file, a brilliant, if unorthodox, undercover agent, until I was in his presence. I based my decision on our need for the best agent for the job. The magic was an unknown quantity, it didn't influence my decision and I quickly realised that he had no clue as to his true nature. And if you're saying that I show favouritism to Vin or Buck then I'm really disappointed in you. After all how would you react if I turned down a valuable, suitable candidate because they were black, or female, and we already had enough of 'their kind'." Before Nathan could reply Chris stormed on.

"Y'know Jackson I give you more freedom than any other agent, on any other team, to access our medical records 'cause I figure it could save lives, but it's still a privilege, not a right. Ezra was the one with the rights; he had every right to refuse you and you had no right to goad him." Nathan's head dropped at the reprimand but the apologetic pose also hid the hatred in his eyes. Not hatred for his leader but for the 'creature' that had gotten him into this position.

Chris took a deep breath. He hated having to chew out any of his men, well except Ezra, but then to Ezra their verbal sparring was like a kind of sport; one that they both enjoyed and were well matched in. He dragged his attention back to the present situation.

"Now ladies, if I might have your attention?….thank you. I want this place tidied and all resources aimed at finding Ez. We have one very scared, very confused wizard out there."

"Oh wow! Cool" squealed JD. He blushed as Chris rolled his eyes and Buck chuckled with an excited twinkle in his. "Well" JD justified, "we've never had a wizard before. I mean it's like fairytales and legend; there's just something special about it."

Buck and Vin nodded; Vin noted, though, that Josiah was keeping very quiet. He'd shown a fatherly interest in Ezra when he'd first come to Denver and it didn't seem natural for him to be so inactive now; perhaps this was his way of showing his concern. 'Still, have to keep an eye on that' he mused.

Nathan simply glowered, 'trust the slimy snake to be everything I should have been. I don't believe for a minute that he was unaware, he's playing us. A dark wizard if ever I saw one', knowing better than to rock the boat any further the medic kept his thoughts to himself.

There's definitely something special about Ezra" confirmed Chris, "even allowing for the fact that he's a wizard there's something different."

"How so?" Buck, too, had sensed something very different from his experience with Sarah, but that could just be a natural difference between witches and wizards.

"I don't know" Chris puzzled. "His power is different yet totally familiar. I think I might call in an old friend from England; he went to school with Sarah. But first we have to find our own little Merlin. God knows where he's gone."

" 'Kin track 'im."

It was little more than a whisper, but given the subdued atmosphere in the room everybody heard it; all heads turned toward Vin, who, always wary of undue attention, blushed a fetching shade of pink.

"Of course! Your sentinel senses!" exclaimed Buck. Trouble with Vin, thought Buck fondly, was that he was so self-effacing it was easy to forget that he had any supernatural abilities at all; yet he was, at least until they learnt the extent of Ezra's magic, the most powerful of them all.

Vin didn't bother correcting Buck by telling him that the real source of his link with the 'new born' wizard was only partly due to his heightened senses. He wasn't sure how their ladies man would react to the full truth. At that moment Chris caught his eye, a questioning look on his face. Vin saw the hazel eyes widen as he guessed the truth and the normally ice cool sentinel blushed even deeper.

'Oh boy!' Chris mused as the team left the partially tidied office, the bloody writing having thankfully faded; he didn't want to have to explain that to the maintenance department. Thank God that other teams were used to his team not being the quietest and hadn't reacted to the sound of flying objects during Ezra's tantrum. This was turning out to be quite a day. Since meeting these men he had had a lot of eventful days but none so peculiar as this; definitely a day of discovery. Discovering a new wizard was amazing enough; discovering that one of your best friends is at some point probably going to try and claim said wizard as his soul mate, and lover had to top it all he thought with a chuckle. He tried to consider what this would mean for Vin and Ezra and the team as a whole but his brain threatened to melt so he just concentrated on the most important thing, finding their seventh. At that his meanderings gave way to concern. Ezra was probably terrified. 'Definitely going to have to contact Remus' he decided.

TBC

A/N Well there it is. What do you think? Be aware that this will be Draco friendly - though not the Draco of the book or movies.