The Magic in Schitts Creek (Originally Named: Schitts Creek)

Jazzagals: 3

(A/N: I found the Jazzagals episode a little boring. I'll be focusing on Evan mostly.)

Evan held the small baby in his arms as he and Harry walked up the path to the Slytherin Manor.

"Woah..." The manor was a big, dark castle. The roof was a dark grey. The walls were made of stone and light grey. A dreary silence overtook the two. Once they arrived, Evan called for a house-elf.

"Codry! Soddey!" Evan yelled. The house-elves apparated in front of them.

"How may we help you, Master Gaunt?" They asked in unison.

"I need you to prepare two rooms. One of them being a nursery," He ordered, "AND SOMEONE CALL RAYMOND REDDINGTON AND DRACO MALFOY!" Evan slammed the door of his study. There was wailing.

"Fuck. Sh, sh, sh." Harry had a large grin and was dying of laughter.

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Reddington sauntered up the walkway with Dembe and Elizabeth Keen following.

"What are we doing here, Reddington?" Liz asked eyeing the looming castle ahead.

"Visiting someone I'm very close with." The man replied vaguely. They saw a platinum blonde man in a black suit jog up the path with a worried look. He banged on the door.  A casually dressed man opened the door. Reddington recognized him from the description in the letters Evan sent during Hogwarts. Harry Potter. He stepped aside and let the blonde in. They got up to the door.

"No entry." Harry said.

"We're friends of his." Reddington tried to get past. Harry pointed his wand at him. In turn, Liz aimed her weapon at Harry.

"Call him down." Reddington stated.

"Codry! Get Evan." Harry yelled over his shoulder.

"No need," Came his smooth voice. They looked back and Evan and Draco were standing there. Evan had a cigar in his mouth, "Let them in." Harry gave them a glare and stepped aside.

"Evan, I see we're gaining roommates. And we're shaving." Reddington joked.

"Ray," He gestured to Draco and took a puff of the cigar, "This is my old friend, Draco Malfoy. You already know Goldie. He's my new bodyguard because of a recent attempt on my life." Draco and Evan walked down the stairs. The minister hugged Reddington. Reddington touched the tie that Evan was wearing.

"Ooh, this is nice," He complimented, "Where can I get one?"

"I have a hookup in Venice. I'll get you one, don't worry," Evan turned to Liz, "I don't believe you and I have met. Evan Jonathan Gaunt." He held his hand out.

"Agent Elizabeth Keen. FBI profiler," She shook his hand, "How old are you, Mr. Gaunt?" He let out a small laugh.

"Eighteen." Liz raised her eyebrows.

"You don't look eighteen." She commented.

"Appearances are never what they seem, Agent. You should know this." Evan gave her a smile.

"Evan, is everything okay?" Draco asked, concerned. Evan clapped his hands and went down the hall. He came back carrying a baby.

"How do I care for a child?" Evan asked. Draco came up next to him.

"She looks a bit like you, mate." Draco commented. 

"I know." They all sat on the sofas in the living room. Liz was sitting across from Evan observing him closely. He wasn't at all what she had expected. Evan knew this. She had expected never-ending arrogance and immaturity. Instead, he was well-mannered and modest. Something about him was very unsettling for her.

And she was adamant to find out what.

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Bob entered the garage.

"Hey, Johnny. Keepin' busy, or uh...hardly workin'?" Bob asked joyously. Johnny looked up from his paper annoyed.

"Well, first of all, Bob, that's not the expression," He motioned for Bob to sit. Bob sat down, "If I may, an observation? To run a business, you have to be here to run the business. You have to be here to deal with your clients. That's what I've been doing all afternoon." 

"You got some clients, that's great news!" Bob smiled toothly.

"No," Johnny corrected, "I was dealing with your customers!"

"Well, thank you, Johnny, that's a refreshing change of attitude. Evan would've been here to help you, he's really good with cars, but he got busy." Bob explained. Johnny took a deep breath.

"Bob, you're never here!" He exclaimed, annoyed, "And while you were gone, I helped a customer fill his tire with air, I helped an elderly woman add oil to her car, and I sold the '93 Buick for $350 dollars. You've got to be here to run your business!" Johnny glared at him.

"Whoa, you have been busy! Listen, uh...tell me just a little more about selling that Buick." Johnny smirked.

"Well, it's a funny story. This guy came in supposedly for directions. Okay, but anyone with a background in sales could see how he was eyeballing that Buick. So, I slow play it. I pretend I don't notice. And then he sort of mentions the Buick. So, I hem and haw, textbook stuff, I tell him, you know. Oh, there's a lot of interest in that particular vehicle. You know, I'm playing the guy like a bow fiddle. Then he finally admits this is the kind of car that he's been looking for. Says his supervisor was working on restoring cars for police use. Oh, really? Says I," He clapped his hands together, "That's when I go in for the kill. Long story short, he forks over $350 cash. And, you're welcome. " Johnny threw a small yellow envelope on the table.

"What was the guy's name?" Bob asked.

"Anderson Striker," Johnny answered. Bob frowned slightly. He had to talk to Evan about getting that car back from the Auror's Office, "Certain skills you don't lose. It's like riding a bike."

"Well," Bob laughed, " Funny you should use that expression. Because Dick Sinson is gonna be riding his bike until we can get his car back from for him!" Bob sent Johnny a stern stare.

"Who's Dick Simpson?" Johnny asked.

"I couldn't tell 'ya. But Dick Sinson is the fella whose car you just sold to the Auror's Office at MACUSA. He brought it in for a brake job. I don't recall him wanting to sell it." Bob explained.

"Oh." Johnny furrowed his eyebrows.

"Oh, poor Dick. He loved that car. It was a gift from the church. He and his family hit on some hard times, and uh-"

"Yeah, you know what, Bob? I'll tell 'ya, I will call Mr. Stinson and apologize." Johnny interrupted.

"Well, you can apologize to Mr. Stinson until the cows come home, but I don't see how that is gonna help Dick Sinson!" Bob exclaimed.

"I'll fix it, Bob!" Bob got up.

"Evan's on good terms with MACUSA. You'll need to talk to him." He tore a sheet of paper from his clipboard and wrote.

2265 Thorton Way.

He handed the paper to Johnny.

"Ridiculous name!" The man muttered to himself as he stared down at the address, "Sin-Sinson... Sinson! Dick Sin-Sinson!" He walked out of the garage.

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Draco, Liz, and Reddington had left. The young wizard welcomed the older one (Reddington) and his friend (Liz) back anytime. Evan sat in a rocking chair with half moon reading glasses and watched as the baby slept in her crib. He had just finished reading a bedtime story to the baby.

"Evan." Harry said softly as he entered the room.

"Hmm?" Evan tucked his glasses into his pocket.

"Someone's here to see you, sir." He stood up from his seat and walked to Harry.

"Very well. Let's see what they want, shall we? Codry can look after the little one. Robin has a nice ring to it." Harry smiled.

"Notice how we've gotten closer than we were at Hogwarts."

"Yes. It's pleasant."