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Chapter Nine

By shadowphoenix55

When a averaged-aged adult came into his restaurant in the middle of his rush hour, Harry was immediately suspicious. Harry looked her over from the side of his eye. Brown hair, brown eyes, perhaps on the younger side of the adults. She looked around at the rukus with wide eyes before taking a seat farthest away from the main group of teenagers.

Harry released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. She was a newcomer, that's why she came in at the oddest of times. Harry finished delivering some food before walking over to her.

"Hello, Miss…"

The woman's eyes snapped to Harry's. Harry looked away, for he recognized something in those eyes - something he saw every time he looked in the mirror.

Those eyes were the eyes of a fighter.

"Natalie Brown." The woman said.

Brown.

He'd called himself Brown, once.

Harry's instincts were telling him to fight or run, fight or flight, fight.

Something was up.

Or was it?

"Here is our menu, Miss Brown." Harry said, passing her the menu and forcing himself to stay calm. He made sure that their hands didn't touch - he didn't want her placing one of those muggle trackers on him, or something.

"What should I call you?" The woman asked.

What odd phrasing.

Unless it wasn't odd.

"Harry Peverell."

Hill nodded.

"Nice to meet you, Harry."

Harry.

Not Peverell.

"Nice to meet you as well." Harry replied with a smile that hid his doubts, before turning away. He walked over to the next table, forcing himself to calm down. Maybe it was nothing - just his Mad-Eye Moody level paranoia blowing things out of proportion.

Maybe.

"Percy." Annabeth hissed, "Look over there. At the woman in the corner."

Percy turned his head.

"Not like that, idiot!" Annabeth hissed exasperatedly, "Discreetly."

Percy made a show of looking at the woman out of the corner of his eye. She was average; brown hair, brown eyes, slim.

"So?" Percy whispered.

Annabeth had that I'm-going-to-kill-you look in her eyes. Percy gulped.

"Her badge." Annabeth whispered sharply. Percy looked again. The woman was indeed wearing a badge - one with a sort of eagle on it. Percy recognized it from somewhere, but he wasn't quite sure…

"The man who we fought with." Annabeth whispered, and suddenly, Percy knew, "He had the same one."

Percy sat up a bit straighter.

"What do we do?" He whispered.

"If we leave, she'll just follow us." Annabeth said, "It's harder to make a scene here, where everyone's watching."

"So…" Percy whispered, "We just wait for everyone to leave and then she attacks us?"

Annabeth's eyebrows furrowed - a sign that she was thinking. Percy waited for what seemed like forever, before -

"Why don't we just ask Harry to close down the shop? Then she'll have to leave, or she'll make a scene and probably be caught."

Both Annabeth and Percy looked shocked.

"Did I…" Percy said, "Did I just say that?"

Annabeth nodded.

"That idea…" She said, "It's not bad."

Percy was doing an internal happy dance.

"But."

Well, there was always one of those.

"If he's a monster…" Annabeth whispered.

Percy looked at Harry. He was cheerfully taking orders from a couple of teenagers. He said something,m and they all laughed.

"Annabeth…" Percy said, "What if Harry isn't a monster?"

"He has to be." Annabeth replied, "Blue coke?"

"Maybe he had dye."

"It was still in a can."

"So he bought it that way."

"How does he run a restaurant solo?"

"He doesn't - he probably has chefs back there."

"His comment at the end?"

"People say that all the time."

"What about the way he looked at us?" Annabeth asked, going for the blow Percy couldn't dodge, "Like he knew?"

Percy thought back.

"I don't think he did." Percy replied, "I think he was a bit suspicious of something, yes, but I don't think he knew we were d - you know. And we've been here a couple of times now. He's been nothing but kind. And if he was a monster, he would have gone after us."

Annabeth blinked.

"When did you get so smart?"

Annabeth and Percy kept looking at him.

"Can I help you?" Harry asked, walking over to their table, still on guard. The woman was still there in the corner.

Harry caught their eyes. There was… furiosity in them. They had also been fighters - but a different type than the woman who called herself Natalie Brown.

"Close down the shop." Annabeth whispered intensely. Harry blinked, before glancing again at the woman in the corner. Annabeth and Percy both looked at her as well.

They knew something.

"Stay here." Harry said. He walked into the kitchen, going out of sight. He tapped his throat with his wand, casting an under-powered Sonorous, before walking back out into the room. Everyone was still there.

"Attention!" Harry called. Everyone quieted down, "The shop is closing for the rest of today due to a problem in the kitchen. Please make your way out now."

There was a chorus of groans.

"All food eaten by the people here today, however, is free. You do not need to pay."

There was a chorus of cheers.

The people started to make their way out.

... . / -.- -. - .- ...

Harry sat down with a sigh. Annabeth and Percy had escaped after he'd ushered everybody out and closed the door. He's been so distracted that he hadn't noticed them escape out of the window.

Did they not trust him, or were they hiding something?

It was probably both, to be honest.

Harry wasn't left to ponder the Percy and Annabeth situation for long. At least, it seemed that way. A few hours later, when it was dark, Harry spotted a flash of black in the window. Harry whipped around, Auror instincts blaring at one hundred and twelve percent. He grabbed his wand from his pocket and approached the closed window.

"Homenum revelio." Harry whispered.

Someone was standing outside by the wall right next to the window.

Natalie Brown.

Harry crept towards the door, careful to stay out of sight from the window. He quietly snuck out, making sure to lock it behind him. He made his way to the corner of the house and looked to where the window was.

Nothing. Harry crept forward, swiveling his head like an owl and gripping his wand so tightly that his knuckles were white - not that he could tell in the darkness. Harry dearly wished he'd asked Hermione for that new see-in-the-dark spell she'd invented.

Where are you, Natalie Brown?

Harry was about to use the point me spell when there was a crunch. Harry's head shot up, and he quickly but quietly made his way to where the sound was. He spotted a black shoe disappear around the other corner of the restaurant.

Harry listened for a few seconds.

Nothing.

"Point me to Natalie Brown." Harry whispered. Nope. He didn't think that was going to work, but it was worth a shot.

Crunch.

This time, it was from behind him. Harry whirled around, but there was nothing there except for a flash of black.

But that was all Harry needed.

"No more hiding." Harry said, and he leaped. Missing the woman by inches, he quickly rolled to his feet.

Having dodged, his stalker was now ten feet away.

"Just Harry." The woman said. Harry glared at his words coming out of her mouth.

"You have ten seconds to get off my property and out of my life." Harry replied.

The woman smirked.

"Not happening." She replied, "You're a Level Nine - almost Level Ten, if I get enough evidence. Mr. Potter."

Harry flinched.

His whole false life, his whole peace… it was about to go down the drain. Maybe it already had.

"I'm afraid that I'll be Level Not On the List after this." Harry said, drawing his wand. The woman's eyes focused on it.

"It doesn't matter what you do to me." She said calmly, "With whatever abilities you have… others have already seen our conversation."

She tapped the side of her head. Harry's vision zeroed in on it.

A camera.

No no no no no -

Harry put his wand away. Obliviates would come later - after that camera was long gone.

The woman had already moved, however. Her gun was out and feet from his face.

BANG.

Harry opened his eyes to find that his shield was up, even though he wasn't touching his wand. Harry didn't think it was even possible to stop a bullet with Protego - stopping it wandlessly was an even bigger feat. But Harry had no time to dwell on it. Both the woman and her camera had seen.

Oh, there would be consequences. MASUSA would kill him - of course, they would have to beat Hermione to it.

Harry dove at the woman, knocking the gun out of her hands but not getting to her fast enough. The woman moved out of the way just in time.

Harry found himself inches away from the woman's face.

Now, Harry didn't like using Legilimency. He honestly wasn't very good at it, anyways. But if there was ever a time to do it, it now was that time.

Harry stared deep into the woman's eyes.

Level Nine

"And Hill?" Said a man with an eyepatch, "He's a Level Nine. They all are."

"A Level Nine, sir?"

"Soon to be Level Ten, if what I think is happening is happening."

Banner

The man with the eyepatch again.

"Banner's our only Level Ten. But things are changing. We are going to need more forces, and fast."

Avengers

"I call them the Avengers."

Just Harry

"Peverell, Williams, Bones, Smith, Granger, Brown, Black - the list goes on. His first name is always Harry, though."

"Just Harry?" Eyepatch asked, surprised.

"Just Harry."

Barton

"How did they get away?" Eyepatch asked, "Barton is one of our top agents."

"With all respect, I don't have ma-" Came a new, unseen voice.

Jackson

"Percy dropped out of quite a few schools for his ADHD, dyslexia, and anger management problems. He disappeared from all records a few years ago - no school, no hospital, no travel, nothing."

Romanoff

"But Romanoff -"

"Is now on another mission." Eyepatch interrupted, "I want you on this one."

"If Barton can't capture them, how can I?" The woman - Hill - asked, "I'm not a strong fighter, Fury."

"Not there." Fury replied, gesturing over her body, "But here."

He tapped his finger on her head.

Chase

"She ran away from home when she was seven and has no records since then."

Fury

"The idea is to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they can become something more. See if they can work together when we need them to fight the battles we can't."

SHIELD -

This time, there were flashes of images. Fury, Barton, Romanoff, black suits, the logo he'd seen on her, another logo - some type of multi-headed creature - himself, Percy, Annabeth -

Harry pulled out of her head.

That was enough.

Harry grabbed the side of her head and yanked the camera away, crushing it with his fingers. He looked to make sure it was crushed.

When he looked back, Maria Hill was gone.