The Denarian Renegade by Shezza

Author:Shezza [Shezza]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Webfiction, Supernatural, FanFiction, Completed, Harry P., Adventure, Harry Potter, The Dresden Files, Cross-fiction, Web original
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Published: 2007-04-03T09:20:40+00:00

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Now I have a special treat for all of you. Jon (Who you may know as Surarrin) wrote a small omake about this story. I forget to put it in last chapter, so I'll add it here. If you want it to continue, you had better ask him- because this is all of his work.

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Harry quickly staggered forward, approaching the taxi as he saw the well-dressed man pay the driver, and limped his way up to the black taxi as the well-dressed man walked off. His veins were on fire, there was something hot, far different from his power, burning into his veins like acid, and his pain must have shown on his face as stumbled into the taxi, dropping the sword to the ground, because the driver peered into his mirror and frowned.

"You okay, kid?" The man, a small-bearded man with blue eyes, asked in concern. "You don't look so hot?

"I'm fine," Harry said and reached into his pocket, pulling out a fifty-pound note and clumsily threw it at the driver, who snatched it from the air and nodded with a look of skepticism on his face as he turned around, placing the note in his money tray and clicking down the metre.

"Drug-users sure are getting younger these days," He muttered, before he raised his voice and spoke in a slow, loud voice, as if Harry were hard on hearing. "Where would you like me to take you?" The driver accentuated carefully.

'I can heal your wounds, beloved, and help you counter this spell,' Meciel said softly. 'But you need to find a place to rest, somewhere where you will not be disturbed. Perhaps, a motel'

"Hey, kid! Where to?" The driver demanded impatiently, tapping his fingers on the driving wheel in irritation. "I don't have all day here. Get off your high and give me some directions!"

"A motel," Harry said between soft, pained gasps. "A cheap motel, anywhere away from here."

Chapter Four: The Denarian Renegade

By Shezza88

"That won't be necessary," a woman stated from just outside the thin metal door beside Harry.

An abrupt feeling of dread tore through Harry's body; he didn't dare look up to the window.

"Who are you lady?" the Taxi driver demanded to know.

"I'm Harry's... mother," she explained calmly, "I was taking him to the hospital, because, as you can see he is dreadfully ill, but he ran away from me," Deirdre lied smoothly.

Harry winced as he felt a cold chill enter the cabin of the Taxi, and a slightly warm hand grip him, and pull him out of the Taxi.

Harry franticly reached down and grabbed a hold of his sword- he managed to, but it was snatched from his hands almost instantly as he brought it close to the female Fallen carrier.

"Now, now, don't be rude to your mommy," Deirdre chided Harry lightly as she, with care that Harry had doubted she would normally be capable of, picked him up from within the Taxi and cradled Harry up against her. He struggled as much as he could, but his weak and battered body wasn't capable of anything besides pain.

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