This wasn't Natasha's first rodeo and this most certainly wasn't Harry's first rodeo. The two of them made their way out, it was extremely early in the morning.

"What are you expecting to find?" Natasha asked, when they cleared the area. Harry raised his hand and she opened her mouth.

"You can never be too careful."

Natasha knew that very well. That being said, the fact that the base was abandoned, and there wasn't even a janitor around to clean up caused them to step into an extremely unsettling atmosphere. That being said, she pressed her hand over the key pad.

The door to the hanger opened and she walked inside. She felt Harry right up behind her. Never one to stand still for too long, the Black Widow crept on in. Much to his credit, Harry kept up with her one hundred percent of the way.

"When's the last time someone has used this place?" Harry asked.

"Many years," she responded crisply, and she unlocked the vehicle. It was rather low tech compared to a lot of technology SHIELD whipped up and most certainly maybe a few things that some of the bad guys picked up. "Can't you tell?"

Harry smiled, but he didn't say anything. That being said, he saw the lights click onto the vehicle.

"The base will lock itself back down until we get back, and hopefully we'll be able to get back in plenty of time," Natasha said and she flexed her fingers on the wheel. "You said that they might release the news…."

"Doing what we can to suppress it," Harry said and he put the privacy charms all around the vehicle. "It's just going to be the two of us up here for the next….two hours."

"Two and a half," Natasha corrected him. She made sure the final calibrations were in order. The fact that she wouldn't be extracted if something went wrong didn't really phase her.

"You know, this isn't the first time that I went on a mission where people expected me to never come home," Harry said. Come to think about it, it was a recurring event to be honest and he kicked back against the seat.

Natasha nodded, she saw the intel that flashed onto the screen. Harry leaned over towards her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"They're on the move," she whispered and she would be lying if she didn't feel the rush of the hunt fill her body.

"So, we're going to move in and stop them."

"Prepare for lift off, and this will be a bumpy ride," Natasha warned him, and she pulled the lever to activate the vehicle.

Harry didn't want to say anything, but it might have been a good idea to bring Carol along with this mission. She could have flied anything, but she needed to go back to SWORD and check in with the people there.

That being said, Harry didn't discount Natasha's flight skills when she got off the ground.

Natasha was deep in thought when she was on the mission, and it wasn't for the mission that she was on. Which could have been a problem for a high level SHIELD agent like herself, even if she had experience in shaking everything off.

"How do you do it?" she asked him suddenly.

"You know, you could be a bit more specific about that."

"I've met many men in my work, but none like you," Natasha said when she looked him over. "There's a lot of people who think that they can move the world, but they just can't even control their own lives. And…"

"You think that I can achieve anything, and not even try."

Natasha opened her mouth and thought about it. With a second, she nodded her head up and down and looked back at him.

"Yes, I believe so," Natasha said to him and she felt her arm go instinctively around him.

"You're used to being in control."

Natasha blinked at that extremely blunt statement. The fact that it hit her so hard was because it was extremely true. The redhead shifted her head around and she met eyes with Harry. Seconds turned into minutes when Harry looked her over.

"Yes…I'm used to being in control," Natasha agreed, she couldn't believe how blunt Harry was.

Harry smiled, he knew Natasha's type really well. Granted, she wasn't extreme of some of the cases that he ran into. They were women who relished being in control, but at the same time, they longed for someone who could be stronger than them.

"Is there an autopilot on here?" Harry asked her.

Natasha blinked, that was an unexpected line of questioning. Granted, an unexpected line of questioning that made her mind go wild and head to unexpected places. It opened for a second and then shut quickly as well. "Yes…..there's an autopilot on here…..it's…."

Harry smiled and turned it on.

"Always used to learning new things, because someone has to," Harry said and he saw the plane make a smooth journey towards their destination. "You came after me, like I was the prey in your hunt, didn't you?"

Natasha couldn't deny his statement and she nodded.

"Well, you know your type of missions, you never could get satisfied off of them," Harry told he rand he placed his hand on her thigh again. It looked like they were going to finish what they started earlier, one way or another.

Natasha's breath heightened through her body.

"I wanted a true man to dominate me," Natasha said and she got up from her seat and looked at him. She pushed herself onto the chair and straddled his lap suddenly. "What did you do to me?"

"I unlocked something in your mind that you suppressed for a long time," Harry said with a smile. "I think we're pretty similar in the sense that we get thrown into the deep end and swim with sharks….."

Harry reached up and pinned her hands around the back of her head and pushed her back. Natasha's breath left her body, when he held her hands back strongly with one hand. Then he placed his finger onto her chin and ran all the way down her body.

He stopped at her zipper to her cat suit for a little bit. He looked straight in her eye, and stared her down.

"It's just if you want it enough, and if you're the one that has a bigger bite," Harry said and he switched positions, where she was on the chair where he once was. "Ah, that's good, I see this tilts back."

"It's been a long time," Natasha whispered, but she shook her head.

"I was under the impression that we did this the other night but maybe that was another Black Widow."

"No, I mean the chair, it's been a long time since the chair was tilted back," Natasha said and Harry smiled when he rocked her back. Her body was nearly under his and his smile grew extremely wide and really predatory when he looked over her.

"Oh, well that's completely different isn't it?" Harry asked her and once again, his hair twirled in her crimson red lock. She looked up at him with an adoring gaze dancing in her eyes. "You know, you've ended up into this position the other day, didn't you?"

Natasha nodded, and she wished that he would just fuck her and get it over with. The heat that erupted between her thighs was complete and utter murder. It almost killed her to feel something like this.

"You know, pleasure like this only comes along so often for you, doesn't it?"

"Please, quit teasing me," Natasha said, but he pulled away with a smile.

"If you can't handle a little teasing, then you've been missing out," Harry said and he ran his hand down her body and cupped her breast through her suit again.

Natasha felt more heat pulse through her body. She could see Harry's eyes close to her and get closer and closer towards her. His mouth nearly touched her ear, when he went directly into her ear and he smiled.

"No one up there this far, is there? It's just you and I, and no one to interrupt our fun."

Natasha closed her eyes, as Harry slowly unzipped the front of her uniform. Her breasts slowly exposed to him first. They bounced out for him, luscious and round.

Her flat and toned stomach exposed next and Harry smiled when he saw more and more of it. He was like a kid unwrapping a Christmas present. He wanted to savor every last second and enjoy the experience that he had there.

He tugged on the zipper and pulled it down past her belly button. He saw the black cloth cling to her front and the wet spot on the front of her panties. Nice, toned legs exposed themselves, and Harry reached behind her.

"Perfect," Harry said when he grabbed her ass and squeezed it. He leaned in and gave her a kiss, which she returned.

Natasha nearly inhaled his tongue when it pushed deep into her mouth and she felt Harry's hand comb down her back and press onto her body. She felt his manhood through his pants press against him.

She nibbled on his lip and he returned the favor in kind. Her nipples felt sensitive and they ached, they wanted attention and love, along with everything that went along with it. She wanted him in the worst way.

She wanted him bad, and she looked up at him, an adoring look of lust smoking through her eyes.

Natasha grabbed his shirt and tore it off. She revealed his muscular physique, with a large scar that ran down his arm and several more. That didn't deter her, instead she slowly ran her finger down his arm and kept running it down towards his six pack abs. She slowly rotated her finger around him.

"I want you," Natasha said, lust burning through her eyes and with skill and speed that was unmatched by many, she tugged on his pants and slowly pulled them down.

Natasha saw that his underwear was the only thing that prevented her from sampling all that Harry had to offer her.

Her mind went into quick overload and she mentally calculated it in her mind.

"Two hours in the air, plenty of time for an appetizer," Harry whispered to her and she slunk down to her knees in front of them.

She didn't realize that she took a submissive pose, because she found herself blinded by her lust. That being said, her hand grasped him and her mouth opened completely wide.

The bitterly cold winter blew snow and ice every which direction. The cold bit down the scene and it was something out of a worst case scenario.

The doors of the transport vehicle slid open. Harry Potter casually walked out as if this didn't bother him. The snow and the ice proved to be secondary with what he had to deal with. The frigid snap of the wind caught him off guard for a second.

The only reaction he had was to take his scarf and flip it back. "So, are you ready to go?"

Natasha's voice was as crisp as the wind smacking her in the face. "Yes."

Natasha prepared to attack first and ask questions later. She didn't even know if this was a false alarm or not.

This could very well end up being a fact-finding mission without any of the bells and whistles tied to that. Natasha made her way up to the cave and Harry followed her.

"We're out of the way of any communication, so we're out here alone."

"Just another Thursday for me."

Natasha blinked and nodded. Harry's blasé statement didn't throw her off as much as it would anyone else. The fact that he didn't care about the bitterly cold wilderness met they could focus on the mission.

"Magic is everywhere," Harry whispered, lifting his hand. He pressed it against an ice boulder. "It's strongest here."

Harry hated when this type of magical pulsed on through. His hand lifted up and he touched it.

The ice boulder flashed but it didn't move.

"Just as I thought," Harry whispered and he motioned for her to get back. "Someone's tampered with something in this cave."

Someone beat them here. The only problem was that he didn't know when. He proceeded with constant vigilance.

The security actually was pretty decent. Whoever designed this cave wanted to keep anyone who wasn't wanted out of it. The problem was that with magic no security was foolproof. Harry reminded himself that if the charms were placed down and not tied together with context, it would fail.

That was one of the reasons why the Hogwarts security acted as a placebo. It was the living epitome of "clap your hands if you believe." Magic started to live a life of its own and the security only worked if it felt like it.

Much like a temperamental spouse there were sometimes where magic just wasn't in the mood.

Harry zipped off to the side and Natasha opened her mouth. She wondered where Harry walked off to.

Seconds later she got that answer. Harry slammed someone dressed in a very heavy coat against the wall. A wooden stick fell from his hand and cords wrapped tightly around his body.

"You're an extremely long way from home, my friend," Harry said and the man struggled. "You know this is a very interesting spell that I put on you. You tell me the truth and you get to breathe a bit easier."

Harry's gaze penetrated his captive's face.

"If you lie to me…I really hope that you don't miss having a spine."

"I don't know what you want from me," the man grumbled. "I'm just a humble explorer."

A scream of anguish answered how truthful that statement is.

"The ropes tell a different story," Harry said to him and he struggled. "I wouldn't lie any more."

Natasha watched, impressed by his interrogation tactics. She wasn't sure how much he bluffed his way through them. It was the wrong time to ask about that. All that was clear was that this wizard struggled against the grip.

"Are you one of the aliens?"

"Aliens…..no….no…"

The ropes retracted from around him and gave him room to breathe.

"So you're not one of the invaders," Harry whispered. "That doesn't make you innocent. You were out here for reasons that you weren't supposed to be…"

"Were you supposed to be out there?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm not the one being interrogated here," Harry answered him and he frowned in response. "So kindly answer the question for me."

The ropes relaxed. The man's truthful response got him a reprieve. "The Ministry will get you for this."

The ropes tightened around him and he struggled. One could see easily that he was a natural born pureblood because he didn't stay cool under fire. No he wasn't relaxing and the ropes threatened to crush him.

"That's the truth!" he bellowed out loud.

"You assume too much," Harry swiftly answered. The man blinked and Harry allowed him a little room. He didn't want to crush the man's lungs. "Did you support Voldemort?"

"No….well I mean not directly," the man said whimpering. "I never got the mark but the world could have dealt with a few less Mudbloods, couldn't it?"

Harry darkly gazed at the man. The fact the ropes didn't crush him meant the man was a closet snake stroker, as Gwen dubbed them.

"Who sent you here?"

"Some woman, she looked like a toad."

'Oh for fuck's sake, her again,' Harry thought to himself.

"Underbridge…..drawbridge…..I don't even know what her name is," the man muttered and he honestly didn't know.

"Dolores Umbridge, a wretched disgusting person who doesn't deserve to live," Harry helpfully answered.

"Yes her, wait you know her, don't you?"

"We've met," Harry curtly said.

Umbridge managed to survive when she shouldn't. The problem was that something always more important came up. She was that one disgusting piece of shit that never fully got flushed.

"She wanted to make sure that this place was guarded…..there's something that the Ministry wants that's there…..something that will put the Mudbloods in their place."

"What is it?" Harry interrogated.

"I don't know, I really don't know, that's what she said," the man said and Natasha stepped in.

"Was there anyone else who sent you there?"

"I don't know, he gives the toad information, and she gives us information, there are two others around here, they should be Porting in, about any time now."

His rambling statement might have caused him to nearly trip over his tongue. It gave him some extremely vital information that he could use.

"A pair of Ministry stooges are coming in by Portkey," Harry said to Natasha. "Likely they're going to try and back up this brain surgeon here."

"What are you going to do?" she asked him.

"Something unpleasant" Harry said.

He set up a barrier. The moment that anyone magically traveled in, Harry would know. The concussive blow would be like if they struck into a brick wall. The force knocked out anyone who touched it. Whether they are magical, Muggle, or alien, they would all be completely rendered unconscious.

The stooge sent ahead got knocked out and smashed down onto the ground.

Natasha's eyes averted to the cave. Something happened inside and the bright light bombarded them.

For a magically created cave, Harry had to admit that it looked kind of mundane. Perhaps he had seen so many extraordinary things in his life that nothing phased in.

Something else came to mind. It was mundane because it was going to lure anyone who passed the walls of the cave into a false sense of security.

Natasha stood with senses heightened. The trickle of water despite them being in the frozen tundra was something that was different.

"They want to take care of magical users made of Mundane origin," Harry whispered.

"I gathered that much."

The rocks in the cave parted a certain way. They had to squeeze through. It was a rather tight fit and needed a lot of skill. Good thing that both were able to push themselves through extremely tight situations.

Harry slid down the slippery slope first. Nothing was on the ground. A lot of dust kicked up when Harry dropped to the ground.

He braced himself for Natasha and she came down. Smiling and nodding, he watched her hit the ground.

"No one has been this far in," Natasha said.

Harry cleared his throat and inclined his finger to a stack of bones that laid in the corner. Ministry robes hung from the skeletal remains.

She whistled in response and her nerves of steel were tested. Broken bones scattered against the wall.

Harry's eyes averted to a crystalized gate at the end of the tunnel. This wasn't the first time that he had been down this rabbit hole in a mysterious underground tunnel. There was an intricate pattern of circle, square, diamond, and triangle all in a row.

It wasn't any Ancient Runes that he was used to studying at Hogwarts. Hogwarts curriculum only talked about a small amount of the runes that were available. Certain patterns caused extremely powerful magic.

"If these Runes are active…."

"Don't touch them," Natasha said to him. That was partially a statement and partially a question to be honest.

"Yes, that would be wise."

Harry waved his hand and tried to see if he could analyze the inactive magic. So far the magic was dormant. Much like a dormant volcano it could pop with the lightest probe. Harry proceeded with caution which was a change for him.

The runes lit to life without Harry even touching them.

"So, there's something that I should tell you right now," Harry said and Natasha's full and undivided attention turned towards him. "I have this thing with enchanted statues."

Harry turned around and blasted one of the guardians. They crumbled to dust and he sighed.

"They try and kill me."

Natasha dodged the attack of the statues. "I can see that."

She returned fire. Rearing back her arm, she hit what looked to be the weakest point of the statue. It shattered into several stone pieces. The Black Widow picked up the fragments and hurled them at the statues.

The statues shattered with a thunderous explosion.

Harry braced himself for the second volley. This confirmed what he thought before. There was something on the other side of this gate that the stone soldiers wanted to guard.

The aliens wanted it, the Ministry wanted, exactly what it was, they didn't know?

Natasha and Harry stood side by side and the temple bathed them in an orange light. Something more dangerous than the statues rose but the question was what.

They would find out who or what it was soon.

To Be Continued.

I'm under the obvious assumption that it's possible for Dolores Umbridge can in fact bring warring nations together due to mutual hatred for her. I still want the Dolores Umbridge fans to ream me for "bashing" her. I mean, you people have to exist, right?

It's hilarious that magic may be Harry's number one enemy throughout the expanded universe.

Screwing up intricate charm work is like programming anything for the computer. One mistake is the difference between a functional program and a buggy mess that crashes everything around it.

Next chapter, we find out things about stuff. Vague is vague. See you then.