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MIT: Magic Incorporating Technology	By : Fel Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 20247 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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A/N: So this is the final chapter. I realised that I can’t keep the plotbunnies going, so I’m calling an end to it – giving you a proper ending though. Hence why this is longer than chapters have been lately.

There may be an epilogue explaining anything that I forgot to wrap up, but most likely I’ll just move on to a different story. Thanks for sticking around to read so far, it's been amusing watching the hit-counter go up - and for those who left reviews, thanks as well. It's a big encouragement, though not often done on this site.

Chapter 16: Getting to the End

“It’s… it’s hard to describe,” Harry said thoughtfully, drawing patterns in the spilled liquid at the bar. He was trying to tell Ash about the War, and the curses he’d been under. “The Cruciatus is pure pain, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t block it out or work through it. It just keeps building until either you pass out, or the caster ends the spell.”

“Who the hell would come up with something like that?” Ash muttered, looking faintly ill. “Are you sure that it didn’t come from a demon?”

“Positive,” Harry smiled sadly. “Humans are capable of doing some pretty messed up stuff without any demonic influence. ”

“I guess,” Ash downed the rest of his beer in one hit. Part of what made him so upset was that Harry sounded like he was speaking from experience, and the thought of him going through that made Ash want to punch someone.

“Anyway,” Harry continued, “it’s one of the three Unforgivables – though people tend to cast them a lot more than you’d think. Apparently even Azkaban, the Wizarding jail, isn’t enough of a threat to warrant choosing a different curse. And there’s plenty of other curses that mimic what the Unforgivables do, it’s just that those are the only three that don’t have shields against them. That’s why, according to the letter of the law, it’s such a big deal to cast them.” He shrugged. “Unfortunately, for most people, once they start on the path to becoming Dark Wizards, they tend to shed all inhibitions and will cast any spell that would give them an edge.”

“Which means the so-called Unforgivables get used pretty often?” Jo joined in their conversation, and Harry nodded.

“And sometimes, in the middle of a battle, against an enemy with shields against everything, there’s nothing else that you can use to stop them. It’s not pretty, but that’s the reality of war – morals tend to get put aside, and picked up again when the fighting’s done. If you do something during the fighting that would normally contradict laws or morals… well, if you’re on the winning side, it doesn’t matter. If you’re on the losing side, it’s one more thing to get tried for.” There were shadows in Harry’s eyes at that, and Ash didn’t like it one bit.

So he leaned forward and licked Harry’s neck, making him jump.

“Okay, enough with the moping,” he drawled. “You need to keep working on that fix of yours. You thought you were close last night, weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded slowly. “If I can just work out how to get the Wolfsbane and silver flakes to work together without killing the werewolf…”

“So get to it,” Ash gave him a small shove. “I’ll keep working on that tracking program – the Winchesters’ll be wanting it soon, I’m betting.”

“They want it yesterday,” Jo smiled. “Can’t really blame them, though.”

“Nah,” Ash agreed. “I’d want the yellow-eyed bastard gone too.”

-MIT-

The week before the next full moon, Harry and Ash were busy getting the Wolfsbane pills sent out to the various customers. There weren’t many in America – thankfully being turned was a rare occurrence here – but there were several people in Britain who preferred the new pill form over the original potion.

Kreacher was happily cooking away in the kitchen, allowing Ellen to serve and the boys to continue with their business. Jo had decided that living at the Roadhouse was too constricting, that she wanted to hunt, and so had struck out on her own after arguing with her mother. Again, Harry had given her the details to a bank account to ensure that she would be okay. He couldn’t help but worry about her – since he hadn’t had time to work on his ideas for male pregnancy, he tended to give Jo any attention he would have given to his own children.

But in general, things were going well. Jo had survived her first Hunt by herself… well, technically the Winchesters had been with her, so it wasn’t really by herself, but she’d survived. And now she was tending a bar somewhere on the East Coast, and keeping in contact with her family. Phone calls weren’t as often as Ellen would have liked, but there was instant messaging most afternoons.

Now if only Harry could get rid of the bad feeling he had, a feeling that something was going to go very wrong very soon.

-MIT-

“Damn, we’re out of pretzels,” Ellen muttered as she looked into the cupboard. Harry glanced up from his seat in the back room, where he’d been working on the accounts.

“Really? I thought that all bars had a never-ending supply of them.”

“Don’t give me that,” Ellen growled, obviously put out. “If someone had restocked the bar like they were supposed to…”

“Hey, I don’t work there. I just do the numbers,” Harry responded evenly. He knew that Ellen was just stressed, but it didn’t mean he was going to let her snap at him.

“I know,” Ellen shook her head. “I know. Look, can you run down to the store and get us some more? Take some money from the till.”

“I got it,” Harry grinned as he stood. He didn’t often get to drive places, so he relished the opportunity. Ellen tossed him her keys and he headed out, giving Ash a quick kiss on the cheek and making sure the Hallows were secured about him as he left. With the way he’d been feeling lately, he’d be a fool not to take them with him everywhere.

Back at one of the tables, Ash was still working on refining some statistics. He knew he was close to cracking where the demon would show up next, if only he worked at it a little longer.

A stranger sat down across from him, and Ash barely glanced up. His laptop was hoarding all of his attention, and he was happy to give it to her. The stranger stayed silent for a while, though Ash wasn’t sure if he’d have noticed anyone talking to him, before he leaned forward and closed the lid of the notebook.

Ash looked up, angry and about to tear into the guy, when suddenly the words died in his throat.

The stranger had yellow eyes.

“Hello, Ash,” the demon grinned at him as Ash stood hurriedly, then rose himself and started walking around the table.

Ash let out a whimper as he backed into a post. He'd known that his association with Hunters could get him killed, but he'd always had too much fun with Harry, Jo and Ellen to consider leaving the life behind. Now a part of him was wishing that instead of coming here, he and Harry had gone back to his love's home country. Only a small part, though, because he knew that the Winchesters would have had a hard time stopping the coming events without the two geniuses.

Azazel laughed as the annoying human backed away.

"Come now, is that any way to treat someone you've been searching for?"

The Hunters in the bar finally seemed to realise that something was wrong, and one of them stepped between Ash and Azazel. The demon shook his head, a slow smile spreading across his face as more hunters stood and laid hands on various weapons.

"I'm afraid that won't do you much good," Azazel smirked before flinging out a hand. All of the hunters were flung onto walls, unable to break free from the psychic restraints. "I wonder where the lovely barmaid is?" Azazel paused and looked around before letting out a whistle, not unlike a master summoning a dog.

Two demon-possessed humans came in, dragging Ellen between them. She looked a little stunned, and had a trickle of blood running down from her temple.

"Excellent," Azazel clapped his hands and turned back to Ash. "Now for the entertainment. You've been poking your nose where it doesn't belong, and now you're going to suffer the consequences."

Ash suddenly let out a scream of pain, back arching and eyes closing. His hands clawed at nothing as he tried to control his reactions. As quickly as it had started it stopped, and he fell to his knees, panting.

"You know," Azazel murmured as he started to circle his new toy, "the wizards have some wonderful ideas for torture. That one's called the Cruciatus Curse. Tell me, what does it feel like?"

Ash shook his head, whimpering a little. He kept thinking of Harry, and the one time he'd described this curse to him. His green-eyed love had been right, however - words couldn't come close to the damage the curse did.

"Don't feel like sharing?" Azazel pretended to pout. "Ah well. Maybe another round will loosen your tongue."

This time it was kept up for longer, and Ash fell to the ground, clawing at the floorboards as he screamed. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, it let up, and he let out a sob.

"So," Azazel crouched near his head and talked as though they were sitting down over a cup of tea. "Feel like telling me what it was you were going to share with the Winchester boys?"

Brown eyes raised to meet yellow ones, before slowly blinking closed.

"Go to Hell," Ash whispered, and pain once again racked his body. After several minutes where the pain just kept building, he stopped and fell limp, passing out from the pain. Azazel glared down at the body at his feet. Honestly, geeks had no stamina for being tortured these days. Knowing that it was time to get going, he knelt and snapped Ash's neck, chuckling when he felt the life slip away from him.

"ASH!"

Azazel turned at the scream of anguish, to see a short human with wide green eyes staring at the pesky mortal's corpse. A grin spread across the demon's face. Apparently the annoying one had a lover. Azazel laughed mockingly, and the other demons joined in.

Harry fell to his knees, bowing his head. He was too late... Ash was dead. A damned demon had killed the best thing to happen to him.

Ellen fought to get out of the grasp holding her, then stilled as Harry's coat seemed to glow. The ring hanging around his neck did as well, and the stick which somehow appeared in his hand. Then he raised his head, and his eyes had gone completely green.

The demons stopped laughing.

"No..." Azazel stepped back, shocked.

Harry fixed the demon with a gaze filled with rage, then reached out a hand, fingers spread, palm down. When he flipped his hand over, everyone felt the power in the room as they were all frozen in place. The demons all tried to break free, but something was keeping them there, trapped in their vessels, with their vessels unable to move.

Azazel himself looked terrified, which gave Ellen pause for thought. Harry, sweet little Harry, made Yellow-Eyes himself scared.

Harry clicked his fingers, and a new figure appeared in the room. A seven feet tall figure shrouded in black robes and cloak, and holding a scythe. The figure looked around, then back at Harry, tilting his head to one side in question.

"Kill all the demons," Harry whispered, but it was loud enough to be heard by everyone.

YOU KNOW THE PRICE FOR A TASK SUCH AS THIS, the new arrival replied in a voice that sounded like two tombstones slamming together. Everyone in the room knew exactly who it was.

Death himself was taking orders from Harry.

"I know. I will pay it."

VERY WELL. The figure turned again, revealing himself to the crowd as the traditional skeleton, with green flames as eyes. It reached out a hand toward Azazel, before clenching it and pulling back towards himself.

All of the vessels threw their heads back and screamed. Black smoke poured from their mouths, trying to escape. But Death made a slicing motion with his scythe, and green flames sprang up, consuming the demons.

All of the Hunters watched in amazement as every demon in the room was destroyed by the green fire. Ellen, however, watched as Harry stood and walked over to Ash, before laying down next to him and resting his head over his lover's heart.

Once the demons were gone, Death turned to where Harry had closed his eyes, and bowed once. He then disappeared.

Ellen suddenly found that she could move again, and before any of the hunters could react, she ran to kneel by Ash and Harry. She gently pressed her fingers to their throats, only to choke back a sob.

They were both gone.

"What the Hell was that?" One of the hunters finally choked out.

"I don't know," Ellen shook her head. "I... I don't know." Then she gasped and pulled her hands away, one of the Hunters dragging her back a bit.

The glow from Harry's things had spread and was now covering both bodies.

Without warning, the two men burst into green flames, the fire destroying their remains completely. It didn't spread to anything else, and once the remains were gone the fire disappeared as well, leaving nothing but a faint scorch-mark on the ground and a circle of stunned Hunters.
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