An Oreo Crust Crumbling [Harry PotterxDaredevil Crossover Fanfic]

Deadly Season

During school hours, Wesley had received a text from Harry about her getting a new friend. Some kid named Peter Parker. On one hand, he was pleased she'd finally made a normal friend, but on the other hand –did it really have to be a guy? And, judging by the photo she'd sent too, it was a good-looking kid. Even if he was secure in his relationship with Harry, he knew he had a tendency to get jealous and (when it came to her) rather insecure.

"You seem distracted, Mr. Wesley," Murdock asked, his blind gaze unnaturally directed towards Wesley.

"Am I?" Wesley inwardly winced as he caught his surly tone.

"Oh yeah, someone's unhappy," Foggy (the man insisted to be called so, even by him) said. "What's the problem?"

"It's unprofessional to indulge in personal matters," he said blandly, but both lawyers gave him looks.

"We're knee deep in unprofessionalism with you, Mr. Wesley –can we just call you Wesley? Let's just get all the trivialities and politeness out of the way," Foggy shrugged. "Anyway, you and your situation mixed in with us has thrown everyone into unprofessionalism."

Wesley knew it had, even if he was confused at how it had gotten to be so. Not that he would admit his confusion.

"Harry made a friend," he told them, huffing.

"That's...good, isn't it?" Murdock raised an eyebrow.

"He's some young, good-looking kid her age at her school."

"And yet you're the one she's with, and she chose to tell you about this Peter in the first place," Murdock smoothly countered, gesturing for Karen to come into the small workroom through the glass separating them.

Wesley kept quiet as the secretary came in, grabbed the papers from Murdock and Foggy, and then left again to try to make copies. He really should do something about the equipment here...maybe donate some electronics that actually work.

"I know that," Wesley finally said quietly. "And I trust her and us. It doesn't change the fact there's better men out there for her, and who would be easier to be with."

"Again, though, like Matt pointed out, she chose you," Foggy also claimed.

"I know what Mr. Murdock said –"

"Matt," Murdock –Matt –cut in.

"Matt," Wesley almost rolled his eyes. "I know what Matt said. But tell me it wouldn't be easier if she were to go with this Peter instead."

Foggy took a drink of his water bottle. "Easier doesn't mean better, my man. Anyway, should we break? We're almost done and can go to file this case and either give the Dursleys a summons or outright get them arrested on the spot –we can do the latter easier though, if Harry made the report of abuse to the police."

"Let's break," Matt confirmed. "You can call her," he directed to Wesley. "I bet it'll ease your mind."

Wesley nodded, deciding that would be a good course of action and that it would probably ease his mind like the other said. He took out his new phone and began calling, but received no answer. Furrowing his eyebrows, he tried twice more before sending off a text.

He received no answer either times.

That...wasn't like her. Since getting each other's numbers, they hadn't yet missed a call or text from the other. Of course he understood that she could be delayed or simply, finally, missed his calls or was too busy to answer her phone.

But there was this nagging feeling in his gut that told him something was wrong and that he had to make sure she was alright.

He stood up abruptly, getting the other two men's attention.