Hammering it Home

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Chapter 3
A Not So Noble Quest

Plucking up the invisibility cloak, her father's old cloak, Harry looked back at Thor with a frown. Then man was huge, both in height and muscles. Would he be able to fit under it? Almost as if answering her questions, the cloak grew. Only slightly, but it grew just enough that it would probably cover the man. That was new.

"Here, put this on."

Thor frowned, holding the cloak up and twisting it this way and that in his hands, running his fingers across the flow of silver fabric.

"This is a cloak," he finally murmured, looking down at her with a frown on his face.

"Yes it is. It's an invisibility cloak. My father's. Stick it on an you won't be seen until you take it off."

Thor grunted slightly, watching as she strapped her wand holster back onto her fore-arm, exchanging the Holly spell-caster for the Elder Wand. She doubted she'd need it, but if they were truly about to go after the artefact of a god-like being, then it'd probably be wise to bring all the back up she could get.

Hesitantly, Thor raising the cloak, wrapping it around his shoulders and then startling in surprise when the cloak did as she'd promised, vanishing his body from sight. Really, what else had he been expecting? For her to lie about it?

"This is incredible, far beyond any magic in Asgard. Where did you father get this?"

Harry grimaced at the reminder, plucking up the specially charmed spy-glass that would look through physical objects, such as walls. Very useful.

"It's been passed down in my family, but I'm not 100% on where it came from. That's part of my questions for later."

Thor hummed in agreement, drawing the hood of the cloak up and over his head, disappearing from sight. Harry smiled slightly, reminded of a time when her greatest worries had been what the Dursley's would say about her growing her hair out of the Petunia Pixie cut that'd been enforced upon her. A time when she'd been able to sit in a common room with Hermione and Ron, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the sweetness of a chocolate frog. Back when she'd not had to worry about killing a Dark Lord or the fact she'd quite possibly, accidentally become immortal.

"Grab hold of my hand and I'll apperate us into town."

A warm hand wrapped around her wrist, large with the fingers meeting up with the thumb around her thin forearm. Twisting on the spot, Harry disappeared from her hotel room.

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Popping into existence under the cover of nightfall, Harry drew her Holly wand, looking this way and that to make sure no one was watching.

"What was that?" Thor grumbled beside her, sounding distinctly breathless. Harry felt his pain. Wizarding transport was aimed more at being instantaneous rather than comfortable.

"Apperation."

"It is awful. My brother's form of teleportation is superior by far."

Harry hummed, grabbing at her long braid before twisting it around and in on itself, effectively turning it into a hassle-free bun. At least that way the long black strands would not start falling in front of her eyes. She couldn't see Thor's form, but assumed the man was agitated, judging from the shuffling of his feet. Twisting the phoenix feather wand around in her fingers till it laid to rest in her palm, Harry turned back to the general area she believed Thor to be in.

"What's the hammers name again?"

" Mjolnir."

"Point me Mjolnir." Slowly, the wand spun around in her palm before settling, pointing south west of their current location.

"Right, let's get going."

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It took her a few apperations, only being able to move according to her line of sight, but they arrived at what appeared to be a hastily built government facility. It wasn't hard to guess what it was, considering the security and the multitude of men running around in black suits. The two of them were crouched before an chain-linked iron fence, Looking in at the funnily shaped building.

Sat under a disillusion charm, Harry stared in, mentally calculating as she went.

"I can get us inside, and as long as you stay under the cloak and don't' make too much noise, they won't know you're there until you've taken their new little toy. Scindo!"

The chain-links began to separate under the pressure of her magic until a hole big enough for them to slide through was created. Scindo the cousin to the severing charm diffindo, its less violent cousin considering that scindo would carefully separate the requested items in such a way that they could easily be put back together. Giving a low wave of her wand again once they'd gotten through, Harry turned back to the government agents, faintly aware of the foot-prints that Thor was leaving in the soggy mud.

Clearing up after the man and rolling her eyes at the lack fo subtly, Harry followed after him, spelling her shoes to leave the curving tracks of a snake instead of a human foot-prints. Feeling vindictive, she made sure for it to appear a big snake too. That'd worry the lot of them.

Okay, so maybe she was a bit against the government now that she knew they'd without doubt hunt her down for answers regarding the whole immortality business. It was no wonder that Nicholas Flamel had gone into hiding.

Then again, he'd had a choice regarding his ability to live forever. She had not.

A obtrusive ripping sound caught her attention and Harry turned back to the government structure to see a floating hand peeling back the paper thin material. It was irritating, that spell-work wouldn't stick the Deathly Hallows, because a notice-me-not on Thor right now would have been great.

Grimacing, Harry quickly sewed up the tear once Thor had climbed in, shaking her head in annoyance. She'd gotten him in, now she just needed to wait for him to come flying out.

Phil Coulson liked to consider himself a patient man. He liked to consider himself a good agent, that saw little take him by surprise.

A big, beefy blond coming in and taking down all his guards, no biggy.

Said muscle man attempting to lift the strange hammer from the sky and then suffering what pretty much amounted to a mental break-down, just a normal day in the life of Phil.

An agent bringing forwards a silvery cloak the man had snuck in with however, was a significant problem.

Mainly because said cloak would turn you invisible whilst wearing it.

Phil was beyond ecstatic at the sight of it, but that didn't change the facts. The stranger had brought it with him, and when asked where he'd got in, the blond had clammed up with all the efficiency of an armadillo under attack, just murmured that it was from a friend.

Evidently, they'd get no more out of him. So there was some loyalty to whomever he was working for, that much was plausible.

What was annoying though, was that the cloak gave off no energy signals. To all of their high tech equipment, it was nothing more than a pretty silver cloak. Never-mind you couldn't see whomever was wearing it. It was aggravating.

Fury had already been contacted, and was on his way here post haste to find out what the hell it was.

However, they didn't really get a chance for answers, because the cloak gave a spike of energy, and then disappeared. Physically gone.

He should know, considering he and several other agents had searched for it on their hands and knees, terrified of Fury's reaction to losing such a treasure. And yet...

"Sir, the woman's giving of energy signals matching the cloak."

A woman had shown up, claiming to be a friend of the blond, one Draco Malfoy, and they'd released him into her custody once she'd provided papers showing evidence he'd been in the hospital recently with a head-wound. That didn't explain the cloak, or the fact a 'Draco Malfoy' was already on their servers, blond but nothing like the one he'd had before him and from England, associated with a terrorist group Phil had never heard of.

"I want them followed," he muttered beneath his breath, watching the woman help 'Draco' into a car.

He wanted answers.

And he wanted them soon.

I struggled with this chapter, really badly. Sorry it's short, hopefully the next one will be up quicker.

Thoughts? Feelings? Anything you want to see?

Thank you for reading,

Tsume
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