The Wizard And The Hunter, a Harry Potter and Walking Dead crossover

The Undercover Cop

The door slammed shut on it's rusted hinges. The half-peeled off mesh screen slapped against the aged wood of the old door.

The man launched himself on to the broken and cracked black leather of the sofa. Chair creaking at the sudden force slammed against it. Some of it's holes were hastily taped up whilst others were left in disrepair.

He let out a large sigh as he relaxed into the seat; eyelashes fluttered closed. Tangled strands of brown hair drifting into his face with every breath.

His thoughts veered off to the man he saw on the drive, pretty emerald eyes gleaming with curiosity and without animosity completely mystified him. He released a gruff sigh as he flipped over onto his back.

The man looked to be in his twenties, but the kid in the back of his car spoke different.

Daryl hauled himself up and off the sofa, it was time to go to work.

~{Magic line}~

He sat down at the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand, the voices he could hear were a low murmur.

The subtle sound of ice clinking in glasses, and quiet conversations around the room just about lulled him into a false sense of security.

Suddenly he overheard a conversation that concerned him.

"We need to move the product tonight Lee."

"I know, the truck is scheduled for midnight though Charlie. We just have to get it to the warehouse 6 before then and then we will get our money."

"I am so prepared for this, the money is ours."

Daryl decided to walk by them to the toilets where he checked for people and cameras. Seeing as there wasn't anyone or any cameras he could find, he locked the door determining it a safe place to call the chief.

"Hello, this is Chief Sandwell from the police department, how can I help you?", was heard through the phone.

"It's Dixon, we got a location and a time of a drug bust.", Daryl answered.

"Great work Dixon, I will get the team ready for the bust. Text me the location and time in ten. Put a tracker on the suspects to follow their movements."

He grunted in response before ending the conversation and shoving his phone back in his pocket.

He sighed, before leaning his face towards the mirror and then releasing another sigh.

Swiftly he left the bathroom before dropping a tracker in the guy's, presumably Lee's, pocket. Then dropping back infront of his drink, ice melted to the point where it was more water than whiskey. He sighed again before pushing the drink away from him.

He waved the barista over for the bill, paying then leaving.

He leaned against the bar wall, cigarette in hand as he released clouds of smoke that dispersed into the cold moonlit street.

He grunted before grabbing his phone again and texting Sandwell the information he gathered.

He stared at the forest pondering upon the man he saw. The treeline hid all of the secrets of the forest and it's creatures, kind of like the man and his secrets.

Just who was he and why did he view him with such unbiased, curious eyes?

He kicked off the wall before climbing onto his brother's bike and driving home.

~{Magic line}~

The bust was a success and he got his pay for the month.

He decided to go get some cheap celebratory beers from the town store.