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Special Men by Sineala (Adult)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS/HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 24,830 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sineala
Author Website: http://hatstandfic.net/viewuser.php?uid=53
Why this must be read:
Summary: It is 1975, the height of the First Wizarding War, and Voldemort's reign of terror has spread far and wide. His followers, the Death Eaters, have begun cursing and killing Muggles. As CI5's brief includes domestic terrorism, the responsibility for stopping Voldemort falls on them -- but this is not a fight they can win without magic. For this reason, Ray Doyle, an Auror, is transferred from the Ministry of Magic to join CI5, as its first and only wizard. But his abilities must remain secret from his fellow agents, including Bodie, his new partner. But Bodie seems to have a few secrets of his own, and it especially doesn't help that Bodie is so damned attractive...
If anybody would have said somebody could write a story set in the Harry Potter universe with Bodie and Doyle, I would have said they were crazy. Well, guess what? Somebody did and it's fabulous! Not really a crossover so much as a fusion of the Harry Potter setting with a Professionals era London. It takes a talented writer to pull this off and pull it off brilliantly. I'd never read a Harry Potter story before other than the first two official books, so a small knowledge of that universe through any of the books or films is all one needs to enjoy this story.
"Mr Cowley?" he offered. "I'm Ray Doyle. I'm here about the job, sir."
"What job would that be?" Cowley's face was even, controlled. It was what you'd expect to see from a man in such a position, Doyle mused. You'd hardly get to head an organisation of counter-terrorism agents by saying, oh, yes, the secret agent job, please take an application. The problem now, of course, was that Doyle needed to be about as secretive as that, for an entirely different reason.
"The liaison job."
(a bit snipped for length)
"I was told I'd be working with Muggles," Doyle said, watching intently as the man seemed to recognise what should have been an unfamiliar word to him. "If you'll pardon me, I wasn't certain how much you would know."
"How much I would--?" Cowley's face crumpled in annoyance, but his irate gaze was directed not at Doyle but at someone farther away. "Och. Tell me what Barty told you about this position."
"Not much," he admitted, as he watched the man pull a bottle and two glasses from a desk drawer. "He told me that there was a new Muggle policing organisation being formed and that an Auror was wanted to join it. He said he'd recommended me." That wasn't precisely how Crouch had said it, of course, but Doyle shoved the memory hastily away. "And when the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement says 'jump'--"
"--you say wingardium leviosa," Cowley concluded with a faint smile, pushing one of the now-filled glasses across the desk. "Have a drink, and I'll tell you why you're here."
Special Men
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 24,830 words
Author on LJ:
sineala Author Website: http://hatstandfic.net/viewuser.php?uid=53
Why this must be read:
Summary: It is 1975, the height of the First Wizarding War, and Voldemort's reign of terror has spread far and wide. His followers, the Death Eaters, have begun cursing and killing Muggles. As CI5's brief includes domestic terrorism, the responsibility for stopping Voldemort falls on them -- but this is not a fight they can win without magic. For this reason, Ray Doyle, an Auror, is transferred from the Ministry of Magic to join CI5, as its first and only wizard. But his abilities must remain secret from his fellow agents, including Bodie, his new partner. But Bodie seems to have a few secrets of his own, and it especially doesn't help that Bodie is so damned attractive...
If anybody would have said somebody could write a story set in the Harry Potter universe with Bodie and Doyle, I would have said they were crazy. Well, guess what? Somebody did and it's fabulous! Not really a crossover so much as a fusion of the Harry Potter setting with a Professionals era London. It takes a talented writer to pull this off and pull it off brilliantly. I'd never read a Harry Potter story before other than the first two official books, so a small knowledge of that universe through any of the books or films is all one needs to enjoy this story.
"Mr Cowley?" he offered. "I'm Ray Doyle. I'm here about the job, sir."
"What job would that be?" Cowley's face was even, controlled. It was what you'd expect to see from a man in such a position, Doyle mused. You'd hardly get to head an organisation of counter-terrorism agents by saying, oh, yes, the secret agent job, please take an application. The problem now, of course, was that Doyle needed to be about as secretive as that, for an entirely different reason.
"The liaison job."
(a bit snipped for length)
"I was told I'd be working with Muggles," Doyle said, watching intently as the man seemed to recognise what should have been an unfamiliar word to him. "If you'll pardon me, I wasn't certain how much you would know."
"How much I would--?" Cowley's face crumpled in annoyance, but his irate gaze was directed not at Doyle but at someone farther away. "Och. Tell me what Barty told you about this position."
"Not much," he admitted, as he watched the man pull a bottle and two glasses from a desk drawer. "He told me that there was a new Muggle policing organisation being formed and that an Auror was wanted to join it. He said he'd recommended me." That wasn't precisely how Crouch had said it, of course, but Doyle shoved the memory hastily away. "And when the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement says 'jump'--"
"--you say wingardium leviosa," Cowley concluded with a faint smile, pushing one of the now-filled glasses across the desk. "Have a drink, and I'll tell you why you're here."
Special Men
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