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Fic: Hail Conquering the Heroes

Title: Hail Conquering the Heroes

Chapter: 1/?

Rating: M

Story Warnings: M/M, F/M

Relationships: Harry Dresden/John Marcone Bob Luccio/Hendricks

Characters: Harry Dresden, John Marcone, Bob Luccio, Nathan Hendricks, Jared Kincaid, Ebenezer McCoy, Thomas Raith, Justine Raith, Merlin, Ancient Mai, Karen Murphy, OC’s

Summary: The White Council has ruled over the magical population for centuries. The time has come for their reign to end.

Part of my Dresden AU Series.

This story comes after Overcome and won’t make a lot of sense if you haven’t read it.

Harry had to restrain himself from slouching in the uncomfortable plastic chair that he had been shoved into at the precinct.

He felt ridiculous, the chair was small enough that his knees were tucked in near his head. His wrist was cuffed to the chair next to his and both of them were firmly bolted to the floor.

A glance at the nearby clock on the wall said that it was getting close to eight at night.

Bob leaned nonchalantly against a convenient wall. Handcuff free, damn him, and too amused for his own good.

“Looking a little uncomfortable Boss.”

“Shut up. Why aren’t you with Marcone?”

“Hendricks called in a small army of guards to help keep him company. I think he’s pretty safe. Besides its not everyday I get to see you contorted into a truly awkward position.”

Harry glowered at Bob. “I can and will perform an exorcism. You better watch it.”

“Pfft” Bob waved a slender hand delicately. “I’m so deeply entrenched it probably wouldn’t work. Which reminds me. I’m going to need a raise. Books just aren’t going to cut it anymore.”

"Fine I'll be sure to pay you in push up bras from now on."

Bob looked down at his chest with a small frown.

"They’re not that small."

The sight of his lawyer striding through the doors brought Harry to his feet his braceleted wrist dragging him back into the plastic with an uncomfortable thump.

"Finally! Get me uncuffed."

Thomas' face twisted into a smirk as he caught sight of his half-brother.

"Harry, you know as well as I do that these things take some time. Why aren't you in an interrogation room?"

"They’re all filled up apparently." Bob drawled. "Something about a mass drug bust slash sex orgy. Unfortunately I didn't get all of the details."

"And you are?"

"I'm shocked and insulted Tommy. Honestly you'd think I'd be a little more memorable."


"In the flesh."

"Whose flesh, precisely?"

"Thomas, please."

Thomas' head turned sharply towards his brother at the exhausted tone that had flitted out of the usually sharp mouth.

"How's John? I didn't really get much from your phone call other than your location."

“Awake. Healing. Justine?”

Thomas’ smile was small and soft.

“Grumpy. Glowing. I’ll go talk to someone about getting you uncuffed.”

“Thank you. It’s good to see you.”

“You too Harry. I’ll be right back.”

Watching his brother’s retreating back, Harry finally let himself relax.

“Such a good decision saving him from the White Court.”

“Family. Good family. Is important.” Bob agreed quietly.

“A good lawyer’s not bad either.”

When Murphy stormed into the small room that Thomas had managed to get Harry released to Harry could practically feel the temperature raise a couple of degrees from the steam coming out of her ears.


“You bastard.”

“Yes, how dare I save your life. What was I thinking?”

Murphy’s face was drawn and pale as she tried to assimilate the new knowledge of what Dresden was capable of. The fight that she had witnessed had been something out of a fairy tale.

The original Grimm’s fairy tales but still.

“Who were they?”

Dresden’s smile wasn’t kind.

“An opposing faction.”

“So you just killed them all?”

“It was be or be killed Murphy, as I believe you could see. And as much of a monster as you think I am, I at least draw the line at child molestation and murder.”

“What proof do you have of that accusation?”

Harry’s smirked coldly at the small woman.

“First hand knowledge.”

“So this was revenge?”

“So many against little old meis hardly fair odds. I defended myself. Besides I think you’ll find that there won’t be any bodies to be connected to me.”

“I think that man you brought in to pin Marcone’s assault on might say differently.”

“Morgan won’t have a damn thing to say about them. As far as anyone is concerned, they don’t exist.”

Karen slumped down heavily in the chair across from Dresden searching his face for, something.

“What the hell are you Dresden?”

Dresden’s face was smile free as he studied the Lieutenant across from him.

“I don’t think you really want to know. Not yet anyways.”

Really. Harry mused. It was completely unfair. John had already been something of a predator among sheep. The newfound power that the ritual had filled him with had pulled him to a whole new level.

The giddy smile that Marcone was trying (and failing) to suppress was the only thing that kept people from steering into traffic to avoid him as he prowled down the street.

Harry could feel the small waves of power that were pooling around John because of his excitement. A power that had previously been completely absent from his aura.

When John had swept into the police station to collect his lover, Harry had felt its rush like a bracing wind on a still day.

Thomas himself had stopped dead and seemed to inhale something vital as well.

Harry tore his eyes from John to look at his brother quizzically.

“Do you realize what you’ve done?”

The pair was alone in the small room, only the bullet proof glass walls giving them the chance to see John so quickly.

“I saved him.”

“You...Harry you’ve basically made him the next Arthur.”

“So what? Now I’m Merlin in the flesh?”

Thomas inhaled sharply before letting it out in a deep sigh.

“You mock me, but you’re not far off. You’ve started something here, whether you’ve realized it or not.”

Shaking his head to bring himself back to the present Harry watched John fondly as the older man slid down the steps and into McAnally’s Pub.

Mac was standing behind the bar gently wiping the already gleaming wood down as he watched John with slight interest. His eyes slid over to Harry in brief acknowledgement before he slammed a couple of beers down so that they could grab them before choosing a table.

Harry slid into the chair next to John’s letting his side brush against his lovers occasionally. They waited in silence, sipping their respective beers and soaking in each others presence.

They didn’t have to wait long. People began to slip in through the doors.

First Thomas, changed into less business like clothes.

Followed by Kincaid.

Hendrick’s and Bob slipped in last arguing quietly as they made their way over to the large table.

Everyone had grabbed a beer and paid their tab before sitting down.

War meeting or not, Mac’s beer was not something that anyone wanted to miss.

Taking a deep drag from his bottle, Kincaid was the first to speak.

“Well Dresden, you wanted us here what's the plan?"

'Harry's smile was small as he studied the table in front of him, allowing his fingers to brush against Johns bare wrist.

"We're going to destroy the White Council."

“It’ll be difficult to get all of the lackey’s but I don’t know how that’ll do much except make the old bastards mad.” Thomas said a frown tightening his face. “They’ve got piles of money stashed away all over the world, hell they live all over the world. There’s no way any of us even pooling our resources would have enough pull to do more than piss them off.”

Kincaid studied the young wizard in front of him and felt the beginnings of a smile begin to spread across his face.

“You don’t want to ruin them. You want to kill them.”

It wasn’t a question but Harry’s nod was an answer anyways.

“If any of you want to leave, I won’t hold it against you.”

“Hell, Dresden.” Kincaid said with a smile. “I’ll do this shit for free. Miss Ivy wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Thomas’s face was pulled into a doubtful frown, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Harry studied his brother easily. Watching the thoughts flick across that familiar face.

“Nobody will think less of you for protecting your family Thomas.”

Marcone’s soft baritone brought Thomas’ head around.

“I just can’t risk leaving Justine alone. I’ll stick around to help you plan this shit show, but that’s my limit.”

Harry let his loose hand catch Thomas’ in an easy grip. He squeezed lightly before relinquishing his brother’s hand.

“I understand Thomas. Any help you can provide is more than welcome.”

“How the hell are we even going to find the bastards?”

Bob piped up for the first time.

“Tommy said it himself. They live all over the world, there’s no way we’ll ever be able to figure out where they’re all meeting. Not and have enough time to rally the troops so to speak.”

“I think I can help with that.”

McCoy’s voice brought everyone’s heads around as they met the calm eyes with open mouthed shock.

“I’ve got the dates and times for the next three meetings of the White Council.”

McCoy threw a folder down on the table in front of Dresden before he turned to leave the bar.

“I’ll have a beer before I go Mac. Oh.” He turned back around to meet the younger man’s eyes for a brief moment. “And Harry, try and remember just how talented Arthur is at warding. There’s only so much I can do if you’re going to go in half-cocked.”