Companionship
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
15,428
Reviews:
84
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter or Superman; None of the original stories and/or characters are mine in any way nor do I make any money from these writings
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Author's Note, PLEASE READ: A million thanks for everyone that reviewed! I was very surprised the amount of people that actually liked it, I was expecting it to be my most neglected fic and it turns out to be #1! Unfortunately this fic won’t be updated too often, but I won’t leave it unfinished so don’t worry! Anyway, to clear up a few things: 1) I have never read/seen the Superman comics/cartoons; this fic is completely based off the 1978 movie. 2) Due to popular demand this story will be a HP/Superman Slash pairing, sorry to those that wanted the friendship fic but you guys were in the surprising minority. 3) This is an experimental story for me, as many of you know I’m a new author and I have never written anything in 1st person so I wanted to know if I could pull it off; But don’t worry I will give it my all, I just don’t plan for it to be any longer than 20k words, if that. Now on with the story…
Companionship
Chapter 2
“Healer! A man fell from the sky!”
“What?” I asked Jimmy as he stopped in front of me looking quite wide-eyed; not that I blamed him I would probably look like that too I’ve seen such a thing.
“Two alleys down, he’s not one of us. He looks like a businessman. No one saw him fall from a building or anything; he just crash landed right between two dumpsters.”
“How badly is he hurt?” I asked while picking up my ‘medical bag’ (a ratty old gym bag with ‘Blinky’ written in cursive on the sides).
If the man had fallen from such a distance that no one even noticed him falling from any particular building, chances were he was already dead. Still, I’m sure they know there isn’t much I can do for a splattered mess of gooey blood and bone, if that had been the case.
I followed close behind a silent Jimmy, making sure to keep my hood on and thinking about whom to ask to take the body to the city morgue if the guy was indeed a stiff, but when we got there I almost gaped in shock.
I don’t know the man personally but I had observed him for a while a few months back; in the year I have been living in Metropolis I have only seen him up close a handful of times. I know he works for the local newspaper, the Daily Planet, but the only name I know him by is Superman. He has quite a large number of fans that like to scream his name when he’s in daring-do-gooding mode.
I didn’t really bother to follow up on him when I realized he wasn’t like me. At first I had hoped he was a wizard like me, but whatever he is, a wizard is not it. Not only do I not sense a speck of magic in him but his powers are not those of any wizard I ever knew, in fact his strength and flying ability make me think HE’S the alien.
So, once I reached his side I got to work and grasped his hand to cast a featherlight charm on him; and as I carried him back to my humble abode I wondered what could possibly be the matter with a flying bullet proof guy.
First thing I did when we got to my little niche of alley was to put him in the ‘examination room’ pallet (actually it’s just a tent propped up with wheel-less shopping carts and plastic milk crates). It isn’t much to look at but it gives my patients the privacy they need when they come see me, by now everyone knows not to open the flap when it’s down.
As soon as he was settled I performed a standard magical examination and found everything I expected to find: absolutely nothing.
He had no broken bones, no internal bleeding, no cuts and no bruises, not even an ingrown toenail. Then again, if he really was an alien it was possible my magic didn’t know now to read him correctly.
So I did the logical thing: I banished his clothes and left him on his birthday suit. If I was going to check up an alien might as well make sure everything’s in the right place right?
But no sooner had I placed my hand on his bare chest …I blacked out.
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“Can you still talk? I’m sorry I hit you so hard, it was reflex.”
I glared at him as I sat up, though I’m sure I probably looked about as threatening as a new born kitten. My hood had fallen off and my jaw was dislocated, essentially it was just one big bruise. So, before I had the time to think too much about it I wrenched my jaw back into position and managed to heal it before I blacked out again.
Damn bastard, I had not been knocked out by a single punch since my Dursley days.
I heard him gasp and glanced up to see him looking shocked for a second before he started a slow perusal of my person; I probably looked like a skinny midget to him, compared to his muscular 6’4” frame.
“I see you’re well enough to knock my lights out-” I started to bite out acerbically but cut myself off when he suddenly keeled over in his kneeling position beside me and groaned in pain. I quickly held on to his naked shoulders and pushed him back down.
“Tell me where it hurts!”
He seemed to have a problem moving but I managed to figure out he was pointing to his lower back. A quick wave of my hand later and he was face down on the pallet, which is when I saw the problem: a small green crystal shard embedded right above his left butt-cheek.
As soon I removed it he was moving again and sitting up Indian style in front of me…and I realized he was still buck-naked and that he was indeed anatomically very human.
I arched an eyebrow at his nonchalant attitude as he questioned me in a slightly suspicious tone. “Excuse me, but who are you and how did you heal yourself just now?”
“You are really in no position to be pointing fingers you know…Superman.”
He looked so flabbergasted, I grinned…
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The next update will take a while, sorry!
-Lina
Companionship
Chapter 2
“Healer! A man fell from the sky!”
“What?” I asked Jimmy as he stopped in front of me looking quite wide-eyed; not that I blamed him I would probably look like that too I’ve seen such a thing.
“Two alleys down, he’s not one of us. He looks like a businessman. No one saw him fall from a building or anything; he just crash landed right between two dumpsters.”
“How badly is he hurt?” I asked while picking up my ‘medical bag’ (a ratty old gym bag with ‘Blinky’ written in cursive on the sides).
If the man had fallen from such a distance that no one even noticed him falling from any particular building, chances were he was already dead. Still, I’m sure they know there isn’t much I can do for a splattered mess of gooey blood and bone, if that had been the case.
I followed close behind a silent Jimmy, making sure to keep my hood on and thinking about whom to ask to take the body to the city morgue if the guy was indeed a stiff, but when we got there I almost gaped in shock.
I don’t know the man personally but I had observed him for a while a few months back; in the year I have been living in Metropolis I have only seen him up close a handful of times. I know he works for the local newspaper, the Daily Planet, but the only name I know him by is Superman. He has quite a large number of fans that like to scream his name when he’s in daring-do-gooding mode.
I didn’t really bother to follow up on him when I realized he wasn’t like me. At first I had hoped he was a wizard like me, but whatever he is, a wizard is not it. Not only do I not sense a speck of magic in him but his powers are not those of any wizard I ever knew, in fact his strength and flying ability make me think HE’S the alien.
So, once I reached his side I got to work and grasped his hand to cast a featherlight charm on him; and as I carried him back to my humble abode I wondered what could possibly be the matter with a flying bullet proof guy.
First thing I did when we got to my little niche of alley was to put him in the ‘examination room’ pallet (actually it’s just a tent propped up with wheel-less shopping carts and plastic milk crates). It isn’t much to look at but it gives my patients the privacy they need when they come see me, by now everyone knows not to open the flap when it’s down.
As soon as he was settled I performed a standard magical examination and found everything I expected to find: absolutely nothing.
He had no broken bones, no internal bleeding, no cuts and no bruises, not even an ingrown toenail. Then again, if he really was an alien it was possible my magic didn’t know now to read him correctly.
So I did the logical thing: I banished his clothes and left him on his birthday suit. If I was going to check up an alien might as well make sure everything’s in the right place right?
But no sooner had I placed my hand on his bare chest …I blacked out.
##############
“Can you still talk? I’m sorry I hit you so hard, it was reflex.”
I glared at him as I sat up, though I’m sure I probably looked about as threatening as a new born kitten. My hood had fallen off and my jaw was dislocated, essentially it was just one big bruise. So, before I had the time to think too much about it I wrenched my jaw back into position and managed to heal it before I blacked out again.
Damn bastard, I had not been knocked out by a single punch since my Dursley days.
I heard him gasp and glanced up to see him looking shocked for a second before he started a slow perusal of my person; I probably looked like a skinny midget to him, compared to his muscular 6’4” frame.
“I see you’re well enough to knock my lights out-” I started to bite out acerbically but cut myself off when he suddenly keeled over in his kneeling position beside me and groaned in pain. I quickly held on to his naked shoulders and pushed him back down.
“Tell me where it hurts!”
He seemed to have a problem moving but I managed to figure out he was pointing to his lower back. A quick wave of my hand later and he was face down on the pallet, which is when I saw the problem: a small green crystal shard embedded right above his left butt-cheek.
As soon I removed it he was moving again and sitting up Indian style in front of me…and I realized he was still buck-naked and that he was indeed anatomically very human.
I arched an eyebrow at his nonchalant attitude as he questioned me in a slightly suspicious tone. “Excuse me, but who are you and how did you heal yourself just now?”
“You are really in no position to be pointing fingers you know…Superman.”
He looked so flabbergasted, I grinned…
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The next update will take a while, sorry!
-Lina