Harry was sound asleep, enveloped in his kneazle fur blankets and cushioned by his hippogriff feather stuffed pillows. On the top floor of the BMA's offices was Harry's home. His bedroom was decorated in rich greens and golds, with his library, study, and living space being similarly coloured. That night he dreamt of many things, not all of them good. While a significant portion of his dream was comprised of nifflers and cauldron cakes, so was there more ominous elements: a red headed woman surrounded by clay ceramics, a manically laughing Loki, and an angel donning a red and blue cloak. These images came all at once, disjointed and contorted, flooding Harry's mind with confusion. This was particularly irritating as Harry's dream about nifflers had been becoming cuter by the second. Crack! Thunder struck outside and awoke Harry with a jolt. The bolt of lightning had illuminated a figure perched on Harry's window sill: a man in crimson padded armour sat there, watching Harry from his elevated position.
"Good god!" Harry said with alarm "I have a door you know, and whats more my office hours are between 9 and 5. I think 3am falls well beyond those parameters."
"This is urgent" Said Daredevil gruffly "Something's brewing in the city, something magical. I need your help."
"What kind of magic? It better not be Tesseract magic, or so help me I will go marching into SHIELD's offices this very moment." Harry said heatedly
"Too much to explain now, meet me in Central Park at 10 am tomorrow." He said, turning as if to drop from Harry's window.
"Just a second!" Harry almost shouted "If we're meeting at 10 in morning, won't your choice of wardrobe be somewhat problematic?"
"I do have a life beyond my nocturnal adventures you know." Daredevil said cheekily "We've met before actually. I'll find you tomorrow rather than reveal my identity now, just for the sake of theatricality.". With this, Daredevil launched one end of his extendable baton into the darkness and swung out of sight.
Harry hoped that hadn't been one very detailed dream, or he'd be away from his precious office and in a crowded park for no reason whatsoever in a days time.
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When Harry woke up that next morning, he leapt out of bed and into action. Pulling on his robes after a quick shower, he made his way downstairs and into the main office. Harry loved the office. There was something so comforting about the scent of ink drowned approval stamps, the piercing ring of the BMA's many phones, and the knowledge that this was his domain. Bursting through the door connecting his residence to his offices, Harry got to work.
"Gabriel!" Harry shouted "Pull on a warm coat and a good pair of gloves. We're going out!"
Gabriel came skidding round the corner with a heavy puffer jacket and some thick woollen gloves. With that, they exited the office, and ventured out into the billowing snows of the New York winter.
"Ok, what's the plan?" Gabriel asked as they were walking down the street.
"Last night I received a tip off of sorts. I was told to be at Central Park by 10." Harry said
"Oooh, mysterious. Did you get a letter? Maybe a muffled phone call?" Gabriel asked excitedly
"No, not really. It was a shade more personal."
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"Now, this will be a good opportunity for you to get some practice in the field." Harry said to Gabriel as they walked down the crowded streets of New York.
"An important component to identifying magic is using all your available senses." Harry said, slipping into his role as the all knowing Master of Magic "The one thing which always gives magic away to the trained eye is oddness."
"What do you mean by oddness?" Inquired Gabriel
"It's not something which can be defined." Harry said exhaustedly, as he'd attempted to explain this notion before "You'll know it when you see it. In every muggle is a biological fear of magic. Some muggles feel dizzy in magics presence, others just feel uneasy."
Gabriel scribbled down notes in his pocket book, sparing no detail in the process. Just as Harry was about to impart some further vague wisdom, they'd arrived at one of Central Park's entrances.
"Look smart Gabriel, we've got to keep our wits about us. This is unknown territory, and Daredevil said there was a magical element to his concern. If you feel dizzy or uneasy, let me know." Harry said as they strolled to the centre of the park.
Harry heard a tapping noise. An object was being dragged across the footpath, from left to right, rhythmically and consistently. He'd heard that noise before: was it the staff wielding warlocks of Warsaw, the spiked tail of one of the Hungarian Horntails smaller relatives, or perhaps it was one of the silver topped canes of Austria's magical aristocracy. Yes, it could be one of those things, apart from the fact that each and everyone of them no longer exist (except for the Austrian aristocrat, technically Harry was one through his Mother's family). A more simple explanation presented itself when Harry heard his name spoken by a very familiar voice.
"I said i'd find you." Stated one Matthew Murdock to one very bewildered Harry Potter.
"Matthew Murdock, it's been some time hasn't it." Harry said ignorantly.
"It's only been a few weeks, but more importantly I'm pleased to see you made it here."
"Ohhh, did Daredevil invite you here too? Why would he be interested in sub optimal legal advice…ahhh." Harry said, realising the reality of the situation "You…you're Daredevil?"
"What gave it away?" Matt said, chuckling.
"First of all, I thought I was attracted to you with the suit on, but now with the suit off, I'm feeling it even more." Harry said, fanning himself with his wand. "Second of all, you're…you're blind."
"I guess that's my version of magic. Being blind isn't as much of a hinderance to me." Matt said, fighting to dispell the redness forming on his cheeks.
"This is great! We can fight the forces of evil together! By day we'll be romantically involved and by night we'll be criminally involved." Harry said, drifting off into the imagined scenario he'd mentally conjured.
Matt didn't respond to Harry's less professional suggestions, but after realising Gabriel was there and introducing Matt to him as the alter ego of Daredevil, they set off towards their destination.
"Were are we actually going?" Harry said "I don't taste any magic in the air." Harry said, darting his tongue out to sample the air for the tell tale taste of the mystic arts (to Harry, magic had always tasted like honey). "Not a drop." Harry concluded.
"That's because there isn't any magic here." Matt said, as they approached a manhole on pavement surrounding the park.
"It's down here." Matt said, tapping the metal disc with his cane.
"Well, it's not the most traditional location for magic. But I guess this does give a whole new meaning to illegal practices going 'underground'." Harry said suspiciously.
"Gabriel" Harry said, turning to his assistant "I think it would be best if you went back to the office. Maybe you could pick up some pesto pasta from Pablo's Pasta-isserie for my lunch. And grab an almond croissant for yourself." Gabriel didn't need to be told twice as after some hurried goodbyes he disappeared into the crowded street.
"Shall we?" Said Matt, lugging the cover off of the manhole and offering Harry his hand
"Why of course."
