It wasn't often that Severus Snape had to make international schooling recruitment trips but when he did, he hated it more than most things in the world. This trip, to pick up the Potter brat of all people, would be no different.

Why in Merlin's name she lived in America was beyond him. Perhaps that whale of a man Petunia called a husband had gotten a promotion. That would have inflated the Potter girl's ego even more. An ego that would probably fill all of Hogwarts, just like her father's had.

After marching through the building, getting stares from the different residents, he finally knocked on the door of apartment 433. The door opened a crack, a lithe red haired woman looked out.

Snape's eyebrows raised. Petunia Dursley did not have red hair. And she certainly wasn't so... attractive.

"Can I help you?" She asks in an accent-less voice. Not American, not British, just a voice. Snape adds this to his list of things that aren't adding up.

"I'm looking for a Harriet Potter. Is she at home?"

A single perfectly shaped eyebrow raises just a hair.

"I'm afraid I don't know anyone by that name. Do I know anyone by that name, Malyutka?"

The woman looks over her shoulder, into the apartment, addressing someone Severus can't see. Malyutka is an odd name for a person, so Severus assumes that it must be a nickname. A Russian nickname at that, based on the way the word sounded. A sudden crash from inside the apartment breaks him from his thoughts.

"Oh my god."

Another voice from inside the apartment has the woman turning and moving away from the door. Severus silently and slowly slipped in after her.

The small girl, standing in the middle of the room reminds him of Lily. It's like a cutting curse to the heart watching her. Every feature but those hazel eyes belongs to Lily.

"Oh my god." This mini Lily repeats.

"What, Rosie, what is it?" The older red haired woman is crouching slightly, her hands on the Potter girl's shoulders. Potter buries her face in her hands, and begins to breath deeply.

"It's a match Mama. It's a match." She says after a few moments.

The look of shock on the red haired woman's face is quickly masked by a neutral expression. Clearly there is something else going on here that Severus doesn't understand.

The red haired woman guides the Potter girl over to the couch on the left side of the room and seats her gently.

"Are you sure, Rosie? Absolutely sure?"

"October 31st, 1991, a mysterious explosion in Godric's Hollow kills residents James and Lily Potter in their home. Their 15 month old daughter has yet to be found. Lily Potter is survived by her sister Petunia Dursely and her nephew, Dudley Dursely. Petunia Dursley nee Evans is married to a man named Vernon Dursley. Vernon Dursley's mother was Ekaterina Lapin, one of the original Red Room overseers until 1952 when she was sent out on a recruitment mission and never returned."

The red haired woman inhales sharply at the name Ekaterina Lapin. Blinking several times, she slowly pulls Potter into a hug.

Finally, the hugging stops and the red haired woman turns to him.

"How did you know?" She asks, her voice full of caution.

Severus clears his throat before answering. " I am a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Miss. Potter's name has been down since the since the day she was born."

A heavy silence blanketed the room. Potter and the woman she calls her mother stare at each other.

Finally Potter speaks.

"I think", she says slowly, "That we need to go and visit Uncle Nicky."

The red haired woman, who introduced herself as Natasha Romanoff, is a very fast walker.

They are in some strange muggle building, where he is getting some very strange looks.

A muggle man joined them moments ago, ruffling the young Potter girl's hair, and making some pathetically cheesy joke, which barely makes Natasha's lips twitch.

They walk and walk, up and down stairs, weaving through different floors and offices. It is then that Severus realizes that this is her attempt to confuse him. So he cannot return here. Suddenly, Severus feels much more apprehensive about meeting 'Uncle Nicky'.

Today is not going how Severus wanted. Not in the slightest

"So what you're telling me is : apparently this bioelectrical manipulation bullshit that Mini Romanoff can is not an isolated anomaly. Not only that, but there's so crazy ass school to teach kids how to use this? And once they graduate from this school, they go and live in and GODDAMN SECRET SOCIETY THAT WE DIDN'T KNOW EXISTED!"

The angry man does not seem to actually expect an answer to any of his questions. Nor does he appear to be slowing down in his rant. And he's wearing an eye patch. An eye patch.

Oh Severus is going to be having several choice words with Albus Dumbledore.

So far, what he's gotten from the conversation is that both Romanoff and …Rosie, he suposses he must call her, work as agents in this American government thing. And apparently Rosie has some sort of technology is her brain. (Oh Lily would have blown a gasket at this. He can practically hear her screaming.) This technology doesn't play nicely with her magic, or as they call it, bioelectrical manipulation. Severus still isn't sure what that means, but he doesn't know that it means they have found some strange way to make her magic and technology work together.

"I know the decision is ultimately up to you, but allowing me to go would get you an inside source on the society."

Rosie speaks so much like an adult that it throws Severus off every time. Everyone else in the rooms seems to be very used to it, except the man who introduced himself as Alexander Pierce, who no one in the room but eye patch man seemed to like. He flinched when Rosie spoke, and Romanoff would send him glares in response.

It takes a few moments of awkward silence, before Barton starts to talk loudly, regaling Rosie with what must be tall tales because there's no possible way this man killed three people with one arrow from 500 yards away.

Aft several more stories each more absurd than the last, Eye Patch clears his throat.

"Agent Rosalie Romanoff. Will you willingly accept this undercover mission to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, under the alias of Harriet Potter?"

Rosie looks up at Eye Patch, deadly seriousness written across her face.

"I will."

A/N: Hey babes! I'm back from a long break! I've been editing and uploading thus story on AO3, follow me there urfaveproblematicgay. Life been pretty crazy since I last wrote for y'all, but I'm doing okay, and hope you are too! If you are cinfued about what in the hell bioelectrical manipulation is, don't worry! All will be explained. Message me with questions or concerns!

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