AN: Sorry for the delay. I'n my original cut of this, Harry killed about 20 people ... re-reading it it made Harry way too OOC.
I'm also re-writting another entire action chapter to make it fit better inside the Marvel Universe.
That being said, I do have another 4 chapters written that won't significantly change so once that other key chapter is fixed, the other should come out a bit faster.
It remarkably only took a few days to find and then purchase a business with Kate's help. She had helped him find a place to trade in his gold and they had found a building in Queens for 300,000$ that included a business and two apartments.
Harry couldn't believe how smoothly everything had gone. He had expected to encounter a lot of red tape and paperwork but it had gone remarkably well.
He had even gotten a much better rate on his gold conversion than he had anticipated, losing only 15% instead of 40%.
He still was short a work visa, business license, business insurance and so on so forth but those were just details really.
Walking into the business with keys in hand, Harry closed the security shutters and got to work. The building was in poor repair. The building had been used for illegal activities and had been seized by the city. There was humidity damage, the walls needed to be repaired and repainted. The electrical wiring needed to be redone.
None of these issues were of a major concern for Harry and by the end of the day, with the use of a copious amount of charm work, the business and apartments had been fully restored and renovated.
A task that would have taken months and cost tens of thousands of dollars was done in about one day at no cost.
Over the next two days, Harry used transfiguration to transform debris unto furniture. Old wooden crates became simple but serviceable tables. Old rusted steel became bookshelves.
The bookshelves were filled with used books Harry had purchased at a local used book store. His spell books remained safely in his trunk as they were now technically priceless unique manuscripts and were literally irreplaceable.
"I'll need to figure out how to copy the books before something happens." Harry mumbled to himself.
A shopping trip later and Harry had purchased the things he could not create for himself: a stove, a refrigerator, a television, various lamps, a bed, linen …
Harry had silenced his two sneakoscopes and mounted them by the entrances.
Hermione's better sneakoscope was mounted over the door of the business with Rons sitting on a bookshelf in Harry's apartment.
Finally Harry was ready to open his business.
In the dead of night, Harry transfigured the existing sign. In the end he had decided on a compromise, a mix of his two initial ideas.
"Harry Potter - Wizard for Hire : Problems solved with arguable efficiency."
He hadn't had any customers in the first few days so spent his time trying to figure out some of the charm work on his omnioculars.
It had occurred to Harry that they had a very powerful, yet underrated ability. Like the marauders map, they could identify people by name. This would be something very useful in his new profession if he could enchant his glasses with that ability.
Harry had begun making some progress on the charms when his first customer entered his office.
The soft jingle of the bell mounted to the door broke Harry's concentration. Looking up from his notepad Harry noted a hispanic woman in her mid forties dressed in casual clothing nervously looking around Harry office, anxiously wringing her hands.
The sneakoscope over the door remained still indicating that the woman wasn't there to cause trouble.
The woman appeared ready to leave.
"My name is Harry Potter, please come in. How can I help you?"
The woman wrung her hands nervously.
"Please. Have a seat. Can I offer you a cup of tea?" Harry asked approaching the woman and guiding her to the chair across his desk.
Harry poured the woman a cup of tea.
"So, how can I help you?" Harry asked again, sitting down.
"It's my son, Samuel. He's, he's gone missing. He disappeared two weeks ago." the woman explained.
"Did you go to the police?"
"We're … we're not here legally. Going to the police … well it wouldn't really help." she explained.
"Ok Mrs?"
"Hernandez. Alejandra Hernandez."
"Ok. Mrs. Hernandez. Let's see if I can help you."
"We, we don't have much to offer ..." she offered hesitantly.
"Don't worry about that. I'm sure we can work something out. Let's start with something I've been playing with. Do you have something of your sons with you? Something personal? A hairbrush or comb maybe? An article of clothing he wore often?"
The woman handed Harry a picture of her son and a brush. Harry reached into his drawer to get a map of New York. Taking a small bottle of regular ink, he shredded some hair from the boy into the the ink.
Harry had been studying some of the magic that had been used to create the Marauders map. The Marauders had used a variation of the Homonculous Charm, a charm designed to detect living beings in a mapped area.
Harry assumed that they had used the wards of Hogwarts to empower the charm. Harry would use a variation based on their variation. Using the hair as a link to the boy instead.
Harry took an eye dropper and pulled a small amount of ink from the inkwell and let a single drop fall on the map he had found in the building when he had taken possession.
Pointing at the ink drop before it could be absorbed by the paper, Harry cast the charm.
The drop slowly began moving on the map stopping over The Bronx.
Opening a closeup map of the Bronx, Harry repeated the process again narrowing the location down to a general area within the Bronx.
"Ok, well that narrows it down."
"Realmente eres un mago! You, you really are a wizard!"
"It's what it says on my business card." Harry replied light heartedly "Or, it would if I had any business cards."
Harry jotted down Alejandra's information and promised to get in touch with her as soon as he found her son.
Harry strapped his wand to his wrist holster and rolled his motorcycle out from the backroom of his office. Consulting his maps he made his way to the Mount Eden area of the Bronx.
Using a small map of the area he had picked up at a community center and some of his remaining ink, Harry had managed to narrow down the location of his target to a small run down apartment complex.
A light muggle repelling charm to keep would be thieves and 'meter maids' generally disinterested in the bike Harry made his way into the apartment complex lobby.
Walking through the main doors Harry was accosted by a rather large man.
"Can I help you?" the man asked as he barred Harry's way.
"Yes. I'm looking for Samuel Hernandez? I believe he's somewhere here?"
The man looked Harry up and down as if gauging his intention.
"I'm not here to hurt him. His parents are just worried so I offered to track him down and make sure he was alright." Harry explained.
"Right. He's in 107. Just turn right and it's down the hall."
Harry thanked the man and walked past him in the direction indicated.
Harry noticed movement just as he past them man and ducked down avoiding a vicious punch but was not fast enough to avoid the follow up kick to the head.
The world faded to black as his head hit the ground.
Waking up some time later with a splitting headache. Harry found himself lying on a dirty mattress in a dilapidated room filled with other occupants.
Someone was dabbing his head with a wet rag.
Noticing he was awake, they handed him his glasses.
Coming into focus Harry noticed it was a girl, around seventeen years old with a slim face and a punk styled haircut. Her hair was short with one side of her head shaved down almost to the skin.
Her brown eyes were dark and red with exhaustion.
"What the bloody hell happened?" Harry asked, his voice rough.
"You were tricked, like the rest of us." the girl explained
"Story of my life really. How long have I been out?"
"Only about an hour or so."
"Where are my things?"
"I don't know, somewhere in the building but it doesn't matter. We're prisoners here."
"What do you mean?"
The girl looked around anxiously. "We're prisoners here. We're forced to work packaging drugs for these criminals. We work all day, they let us sleep for a few hours, feed us a little food and then send us back to work."
"Who are they?" Harry asked.
"I don't know. They don't talk much. Could be any of the crime gangs in New York."
Harry tried to stand but the world spun wildly.
Compromising and sitting up instead of standing Harry thanked the girl and began taking stock of his situation.
He was a prisoner of a drug cartel. There were apparently others held prisoner. His captors had his wand. On the other hand, Harry was not defenceless. He had access to SOME wandless magic, not much but some. He could do some very minor summoning wandlessly ... enough to call his wand or other light object to his hand if he dropped it in a fight. He had begun work on other spells like alohomora, the banishing charm amd arresto momentum but hadn't really managed them in his last year at Hogwarts.
He could obviously still do apparition but he was not leaving these people to this fate and was certainly not leaving without his wand.
"What's your name?" Harry asked her.
"Felicity. You?"
"Harry. Harry Potter. Is there a Samuel Hernandez here?"
A young hispanic boy, around 15, tentatively spoke up.
"Thats me."
"Right. Your parents asked me to find you so how about we get out of here." Harry asked.
"And how the f$%k do you plan on doing that?" Felicity asked. "These people are armed to the teeth and we're locked in."
Harry shrugged "I've been in worse situation than this before. This will be a piece of cake."
Harry would have preferred to take a bit more time to recover but could not risk being separated from his wand for too long. While he did have the Death Stick in his trunk in Queens he would really prefer not having to rely on it as his main wand.
Apparating to his apartment was also out of the question with a head injury.
Harry unsteadily stood up and walked to the door.
The door was not particularly impressive. A simple interior door with a few deadbolt locks locked from the outside. Vernon had put more locks on his door in the summer of '92.
The others in the room backed away from the door instinctively.
"If you make trouble, they'll punish us all."
Harry noticed the bruises around the girls neck and the side of her face. "Don't worry … I don't plan on being gentle with them." Harry explained.
Looking around the room, Harry found a waste basket and reaching inside grasped the hilt of the sword of Gryffindor pulling the sword from his apartment.
"Everyone stay here. I'll come and get you after I clear the way out."
Walking to the door, Harry slid the blade between the door and the door frame and pushed downwards. The enchanted goblin blade slicing through the cheap metal and wood with ease.
Taking a calming breath, Harry pulled the door open and peaked into the hallway.
Two large men wearing some type of gang uniform were standing at the end of the hallway talking quietly to each other, their backs conveniently turned to him.
Harry quietly made his way to the two men and smashed the pommel of his sword over head of one, watching him crumple to the ground. With a step back and a flourish Harry pointed the tip of his sword to the other man's chest.
"Drop your weapon and kick it behind me." Harry ordered.
The thug seemed to consider his options before dropping the weapon.
"I don't know where you got that sword but you're dead man. There's at least twenty other guys in here. You ain't getting past them."
"On your knees, hands behind your head. Now how about you tell me where my belongings are." Harry asked as he kicked the gun further down the hall behind him.
"I'm not telling you anything! They'll kill me!"
"Right, we do this the hard way then." Harry then smashed the man in the side of the head with the the pommel of his sword.
Walking down the corridor and trying the doors Harry found more prisoners locked in crowded rooms.
Signaling for them to remain quiet Harry continued searching the floor.
Turning around a corner Harry came face to face with two men who were walking down the hallway towards him not having noticed his approach.
Hiding back around the corner, Harry waited for the men to approach.
The moment the first man turned the corner, Harry smashed him in the face twice breaking the man nose. The second man took a step back and fumbled for his weapon.
Harry threw out his empty hand left hand, attempting to pull the weapon from his grip, pulling the man off balance and making him drop his weapon.
Harry, while physically fit, was not muscle bound and had never trained in physical fighting so when the first man grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, it was unexpected.
Harry found himself face first on the dirty carpet, his arm straining at the shoulder and his sword falling from his hand.
A roar of rage and the sound of charging feet distracted Harry's captors for a moment enough to allow him a chance to free his arm and shove the man holding him off to the side.
Rolling off towards the sword Harry came to a kneeling crouch, sword pointing towards his assailant.
Behind the man, Harry could see the girl who had been tending to him as she kneed her opponent savagely on the groin, followed by a heavy elbow strike to the head.
Harry's opponent rushed at him in an attempted tackle. Harry pivoted to the side avoiding the man's grasp and struck him on the top of the head with the pommel of his sword.
Harry turned back to the girl to find her beating the now unconscious man repeatedly in the face.
"Woah! Bloody Hell! Stop before you kill him … he's down and not getting up any time soon." Harry exclaimed as he pulled the struggling girl off.
After she calmed down Harry let her go.
"Why didn't you f$%king run them through with your sword!" she demanded, turning to Harry, her expression a mask of anger.
"I try not to kill people when I can."
"These f$%kers deserve it. They're nothing but god … damned … animals." she punctuated her last three words with kicks to the ribs of her fallen opponent. "Why do you have a sword if you aren't going to use it?"
"The sword is ridiculously poisonous, a simple cut is almost a guaranteed death sentence. This isn't really the best place to have a philosophical debate about the morality of killing in combat, we should get out of here first." Harry replied.
He noticed felicity pick up a second pistol from the ground.
The next door they opened was a storage room and with a bit of searching Harry found a box containing his wand, empty wallet, his jacket and his keychain.
"Yes! Now things are looking up! Grab anything you might need. We might have to leave in a hurry."
Just as Harry said this the door burst open and five men poured into the room.
Waving his wand towards the grouped thugs Harry shouted "DEPULSO!".
The lead man flew off the ground with great force taking out two others behind him.
Switching to another target Harry blasted him with a Stupify, the bright red bolt of power lighting the room and hallway.
The last man went flying back from several shots from Felicity's pistol.
"Check them for ammo while I make sure everything is safe ahead in the hallway." Harry ordered as he hit all the men with stunners just to be safe.
"What the f^%k are you?" Felicity asked, pointing her gun in Harry's direction.
"Wizard, we can talk about it later."
Casting a Homenum Revelio Charm, better known as the Human Presence Revealing Charm, Harry could sense the presence of about ten people crowded together further down the hallway.
"Right, we have about ten bad guys down the hallway probably waiting to blast us the moment we step out." Harry thought out loud.
"So how about we give them something to shoot at then." Harry said, a small smile on his lips at a memory of Hermione being supremely annoyed at Ron.
In the hallway a group of heavily armed men and women were waiting for the strange boy and girl who they had seen on the security cameras take out five of their men and apparently the five who had gone into the room with little to no effort to come out.
"The second you see them come out empty your clips into them and keep shooting until you run out of ammo." the leader told the other nine remaining enforcers.
"Do you guys hear that?" asked one of the women.
The sound of cawing birds had slowly started rising in intensity.
"What the hell are they doing in there?" one man asked as the sound reached an incredible level.
"OPPUGNO!" a voice could be heard shouting from the storage room.
Suddenly the door to the storage room burst open and a massive flock of birds, ravens to be precise, burst out filling the corridor with mad cawing, charging towards the group like an ebony river of feathers.
Harry and Felicity lay on the ground behind a magically hardened table as Harry's army of conjured ravens attacked their captors. The sounds of screaming and gunfire could be heard in the distance.
Bullets pierced through the walls but were stopped by the Duro enchanted table. Harry hopped that none of the other prisoners would be hit by stray bullets.
After a few moments, the sounds quieted.
"Right. They should be injured and out of bullets. Wish me luck."
With that Harry strode out of the room. The hallway was covered in viscera and feathers from the dead ravens. At the end of the hallway, the small group of criminals were hastily tending to some of their wounded partners.
"DEPULSO! STUPIFY! INCARCEROUS!"
Harry carefully stunned any who still moved or moaned.
"Clear!" Harry called back.
"Ok, so we're not out of the woods yet, I need you to get the others from the rooms. There are still …" Harry concentrated a moment and cast the human revealing charm "... another three people further down. I don't know if they are hostile or not so I'll take point. Go and get the others and I'll hold this corridor."
Felicity nodded and quickly made her way to the 'cells' as they were known.
Harry took a few moments to reduce the amount of blood and guts in the hallway. He didn't really have the time or energy to properly repair the area but the amount of viscera on the floor made walking difficult and he really didn't need to waste time with people throwing up in the hallway at the site of all the gore.
Harry was also starting to feel magically exhausted. Casting all those avis spells with yet another concussion had started to take its toll on the wizard.
Felicity returned quickly with the remaining prisoners. Harry noted that a few of them had minor injuries, most likely from stray bullets.
"Ok. Follow my lead, don't go until I give you a signal. Once you get outside split up and run and find the police if you can. Don't worry about me. Now follow me." Harry told the group.
Harry pulled Felicity aside.
"Outside across the street is a motorcycle. Here is the key. You run over there with Samuel, jump on the bike and get it ready."
Making his way down the stairs Harry guided the group until they arrived at an intersection. Harry could tell that two of the remaining people were in a cross hallway just ahead. Also just ahead was the exit. Harry could no longer sense the third person.
Harry turned to Felicity. "Two to the right. I'll give you cover, get these people across as quickly as you can."
Felicity nodded. Harry took a deep breath and turned the corner hoping his protego could actually block bullets.
The moment he turned the corner a hail of bullets burst forth, one of them hitting Harry in the shoulder. Harry powered on through the pain and cast his shield charm, the bullets flattening against the blue glow , some ricocheting back towards the two gunmen.
"Go! Hurry!" Harry cried out to Felicity and the group of prisoners began running behind him.
Suddenly the barrage of bullets stopped, the two assailants weapons having apparently run out of ammunition. Harry dropped the protego.
"Alarte Ascendare!" one of the thugs flew up, slamming into the ceiling dropping back to the floor with a dull thump.
The other finished putting a new clip in his weapon and took aim but ducked behind cover as several bullets impacted near him from Felicity's pistol.
"They're out! Go, go!" Felicity screamed as she dragged Harry out of the building.
Exhausted and wounded, Harry stumbled out of the building and into the early morning light.
Samuel was waiting on the Triumph. Harry and Felicity quickly joined him, the triumphs seat adjusting itself to allow all three to sit, and Harry took off down the street.
The sound of screeching tires could be heard behind but Harry didn't dare take his eyes away from the road.
"F**k! Two bikes and an SUV are after us!" Felicity exclaimed.
One of the SUVs tires suddenly exploded as it turned a corner taking it out of the chase.
Harry increased the speed of the Triumph slightly.
"Can't this thing go any faster? Felicity asked as the other two motorcycles quickly gained ground.
"I only learned how to drive like two weeks ago. I'd rather not survive what we just did just to die because we crashed into a lamp post. On top of that there's three of us on here." Harry explained as he skidded down an alleyway suddenly.
A few extra twists and turns and Harry found himself on a highway.
Seeing the long open stretch of road Harry pressed one of the additions Mr. Wealsey had made to the bike.
A massive plume of fire burst from the Triumph's tailpipes propelling the motorcycle and it's riders at incredible speeds.
A sudden explosion forced Harry to glance at his mirrors momentarily. One of their pursuers had been far too close and had been hit by the blast from the DragonFire Accelerator.
A few exits away from the explosion, Harry pulled the off the highway, into a car park and dismounted.
"Samuel. There's a payphone just outside. Go and give your parents a call and see if they can come and pick you up. We'll wait for you here."
Samuel nodded earnestly and ran out of the parking structure.
Harry leaned back against a support column. His left arm hanging limply by his side.
"Can I ask you to help me out for a moment?" Harry asked.
Felicity nodded in response, the adrenaline apparently leaving her system.
"Can you take my jacket and shirt off. I think I was hit back there and I need to deal with that before I lose too much blood and pass out."
Felicity gently pulled his jacket and shirt off revealing a bad bullet wound.
"The bullet appeared to have missed the bones at least." Harry commented as he looked at the wound in the Triumphs mirrors.
While Harry was no medi-wizard, he had picked up a few spells useful in the field. As often as he was injured, it was a necessity.
"Vulnera Sanentur!" Concentrating on the spell and aiming his wand at his shoulder, his wound began to slowly close leaving an ugly scar.
Felicity stared in awe.
"One of the problems with that spell, it leaves a load of scar tissue." Harry explained.
Too magically exhausted, he decided against repairing and cleaning his shirt and jacket and simply put them both back on.
Leaning his head back against the support pillar Harry closed his eyes only to be awoken by Felicity.
"Dude! You can't fall asleep. I remember hearing that falling asleep after a head injury was dangerous so stay awake."
Harry nodded in thanks.
"So, what the actual f**k are you?"
Harry turned his head towards the girl and contemplated what to tell her, tired and not thinking clearly he opted for the truth.
"I'm a wizard from another dimension or reality. I'm from earth, just not this earth. At least as far as I can tell."
Samuel's return interrupted their conversation.
"My dad's on his way."
"That's good. You should be safe here. I'll head home now." Harry stood up to walk towards the bike but stumbled.
"Aright there Gandalf. You're not driving anywhere in the state you're in. I'll take you home." Felicity informed his as she grabbed the keys to the Triumph from his hands.
Harry made to protest but realised he was in no shape to drive or apparate.
"Thank-you. Thank-you so much. Te debo mi vida!"
Harry waved him off and climbed behind Felicity.
"Take care of yourself Samuel. Oh! Here Felicity. Geminio!" Harry offered, taking his helmet and duplicating it for her and marking the duplicate with a red spot of color. "It should last a couple of days before it starts to fall apart."
Giving her his address in Queens they drove off into the night.