subterfuge

Latin; a dead language with no practical applications except perhaps the deciphering of old texts and as a particularly quaint party trick. Thankfully, as Harry finds out, Latin is not as dead as he was first taught when he decided to learn the language. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, of course; he loved Latin, and would have been proud to know it even had it been as useless as it was pretty. But in the world of Wizards, the world of Magic, Harry realizes his rare talent with words is particularly valuable, and allows him to use magic that no one's ever heard of, that no one's ever seen. But as time goes on, and he becomes more and more entangled in the webs spun by those around him, he starts to realize just how deep the magical rabbit hole goes and how dangerous power like his can be. All Harry had ever wanted was for the world to make sense.

Bobby stared at the teenager on the front porch. The kid was soaked from the storm but he wasn't shivering. Blood ran down the front of his white t-shirt as he clutched at his front with both arms. A morbid shadow of a hug. The teen raised his head, raven black locks fell back to reveal his eyes. His eyes were blue. They reflected the light like a cat's eye. He wasn't human. Bobby raised his shotgun and took a steady aim. The creature with the face of a kid flinched backwards. "Please, help me."

A woman accidently summons Beetlejuice, and if that weren't enough, she accidently summons others that are even worse.

It's been eight years of this. Eight years since the tug that drew Harry like the tide pulls the earth towards the Camerlengo and Vatican City. Eight years since he'd last felt what it was to think freely and not around the wretched, awful din. Eight years since the bars of his gilded cage had slammed shut around him all while the Camerlengo spun the key on his conniving finger. But it was today when Draco Malfoy walked into St. Peter's Basilica, looking so young as though the years had passed him by, and smelling like pennies and dead leaves. For H/D Fangfest 2022.

A series of mysterious deaths among priests puts John and Sherlock onto the trail of an ancient, secret brotherhood. Little do they suspect how deeply their own situation is tangled up with the case.