Fear The Reaper
Harry was expelled after his trial and told the Magical world to kiss his ass.
Recruited into MI13 he was trained by The Taskmaster he hunted
down and killed every Death Eater and Tom Riddle earning the nickname Reaper, but when a weapon has served its purpose what is left?
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Chapter 1: Loitering with an Archer
Clint looked through the binoculars as the Red Head got out of the shower
and carefully studied his current target wondering how he should proceed.
The Black Widow was an enigma she was beautiful deadly remorseless, but
he felt there was more to her a chance she could be a useful asset.
His mission was termination, but he was sure he could recruit her
if given the chance and as he was trying to think of a strategy to employ
a cocky English voice derailed his train of thought.
"You know I think stalking is outlawed here"
Muttering a curse under his breath as he had not even heard the other
man approach."Hello Reaper long way from London aint ya"
The man known as Reaper gave a nod "Hawkeye"
Clint looked at his opposite number from MI13, he was about his age
dressed fully in body armour with a semi skull mask and hood. "What are
you doing here?"
"Same as you I would imagine. She has gone too far killed one wrong
person too many."
Clint leant back against the wall "What if I could turn her instead"
Reaper laughed"Oh God don't tell me you like this Bitch shes a nutcase"
Clint snorted "No I don't like her in the way you are so happily
insinuating, but I think she could be useful."
"So you are asking me to go against my orders and let the Widow live
so you can go with a gut feeling that may let her escape and go on
killing and manipulating and destroying lives?"
"Ummm pretty much yes thats exactly what I am asking" said Clint
wishing his colleague had not put it so plainly.
"Ok"
"What! what do you mean ok you are just going to let her walk
because I asked?"
"No I am trusting your judgement Hawk we have known each other
for what 7 years just after you left the circus and you are one of the few
people I trust, of course if you are wrong I will infortunately have to
hunt you down like a dog so I really hope you are right about her."
Clint extended his hand "Thank you I know this will cause you problems
and my friends call me Clint"
Reaper grasped the hand "If you ever need help and I can give it just call me"
Clint nodded watching him walk away "Wait how do I get hold of you"
Reaper bowed and with a pop vanished into thin air leaving nothing but
a calling card behind him.
Lord Harry James Potter(Reaper)
MI13 Section M
(3818) 854 231
Clint looked at the card and swallowed "I don't think Fury needs to know
about this."
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Author notes: Just something that popped into my head
