I do not own the characters of Harry Potter, or X-Files, those belong to JK Rowling and 1013 productions respectively . I am however borrowing them, no not to make money but for fun and fun only.
In 1998 Lucius Malfoy gets entangled in the Black Oil, Mulder and Scully are called in and both muggle and Magical world must fight together to save the world.
So this is a crossover of course and a few changes here. Mulder Scully and Co know about magic and do their part to keep it secret. The syndicate is pure evil and willing to do whatever it takes to rule the world with their own brand of "super humans". Harry Potter defeated Voldemort at the end of his fifth year and in this story is in his seventh year. I did change things up with the X-Files but kept true to the Syndicate, clones and black oil and the monsters of the week and dark feel that even now it still has.
Palomar Hotel, Philadelphia, February 17, 1998 7:30PM:
The bellhop made his way up to the floor where he was to deliver food to the man in one of the suites. He was ordinary in every way, brown hair, perfectly kept uniform and brown eyes flecked with a black oil. The bellhop came to the suite and knocked, the door was answered by a tall pale man with long silky white blond hair, gray eyes clad in crisp white shirt and navy trousers. He motioned the bellhop in and went to finish the letter he had started to his wife. His quill scratched across the parchment as he wrote with the bellhop setting up his meal. He looked up as the bellhop stepped up to him.
"That will be all." The man said, "thank you."
"Of course sir." The bellhop replied still standing there.
"You can go." The man said.
He looked up and his gray eyes widened in shock as the bellhop stepped towards him and grabbed him. A few hours later a concerned manager sent up another bellhop to see where the first one had got to. He found the first one barely alive on the floor covered in a strange black oil. When the first bellhop woke he could not remember what happened or where he was. He was taken to the hospital where he was put under observation.
Across town in a rundown warehouse the man was on his hands and knees hacking and coughing up the black oil from his eyes, nose mouth and ears. Below him the oil was moving down into a container below the man, finally he finished hacking the oil out and staggered to his bare feet and out of the warehouse. He was stumbling down the street disoriented and confused when someone stepped up in front of him. This was Alex Krycek, a tall stocky man with short brown hair, hard brown eyes and handsome tanned face, he was clad all in black, from his long sleeved black tee to his beat up leather jacket, jeans, boots and gloves.
"Can you help me?" The man asked with an English accent, "I can't seem to remember where I am."
"Yea, no I can't help you." Krycek said taking out a stun gun.
"What no don't shoot me!"
"I am not going to shoot you." Krycek said moving in to stun him, "but you probably will wish I had."
The man fell to the ground out cold and he would wish later he had remained that way. Krycek reached down and drug him to a van and threw him in, he had questions and this man had answers. A bit of torture should get the truth from him, then he could kill him as he was not the kind of man who liked to leave witnesses.
Schuylkill River, Philadelphia, February 18, 3:15AM:
There were very few people out this early in the morning, a police officer, a man getting off work, a couple of working women. They were surprised to hear the sound of a boat on the river and then a splash, the boat zoomed off and after a moment they saw someone or something swimming to shore the best it could. As the figure got closer one could see it was a man, one of the men, clad in worn jeans, beat up leather jacket and worn boots made his way down to find a man struggling to the stairs he was on. He grabbed the man and saw his hands were bound and he was completely naked. He had long white blond hair and gray eyes that were full of fear, the man cut the ropes and got him up onto the sidewalk where the man fell to his knees, hands between them shivering violently, he was still well aware he was nude and used his hands to cover his shame the best he could. The man took his coat off and put it around the other's bare broad shoulders.
"Easy there I am not going to hurt you." The man said, "names Robert, you know who you are?"
"L-Lucius Malfoy." Lucius said.
"We need an ambulance!" Robert shouted, "take it easy Lucius, help is on the way."
Lucius nodded and Robert saw he was covered in bruises, welts and cuts, one eye was nearly swollen shut and bruised badly, he had a busted lip and his hands were swollen and that was just the start. There was very little of his strong body that was not bruised or battered, his wrists were the worst, they were bruised and torn and had started to bleed again. Robert had a thermos of hot sweet tea and he helped Lucius sip some as he needed to warm up. Lucius managed a few sips before he could not stomach anymore. Finally the ambulance came and he was taken to the hospital. In the shadows a man clad in gray suit and overcoat with gray hair and pale wrinkled skin stood smoking a cigarette. He took a drag and dropped it on the ground crushing it out before he headed out to see just what threat this man was going to be.