Before I start this chapter, go and check out the fantastic story, 'A Happy Accident: 70 Years,' by the wonderful Njchrispatrick. It is where the inspiration for this story came from. If you notice any similarities between the stories, I do have permission to use them.

Harry Potter returned home, feeling strangely fulfilled. It was like a string had been pulling him towards something and he'd finally reached the destination. It wasn't something he'd ever felt before. He decided that he was going to hold onto the feeling for as long as he could, relish in how light it made him feel.

What his new job entailed was still a substantial mystery. Already Harry could tell it wouldn't be dissimilar to being an Auror. Strangely enough, there was something different about this one, something he couldn't quite put his finger no. No matter. He would find out in a few days, when he began. Then, he would immediately be able to figure out what it was.

Before he'd left, Coulson had let him know that he would be coming round later in the day to give him a briefing of sorts. Harry was fairly sure it was just to give him the lowdown on the job, only what could be said outside of the SHIELD headquarters. To be extra safe, Harry whipped out his wand and cast several secrecy charms and wards, learnt from when he was hunting horcruxes. Anyone, including wizards, would have a hard time breaking through those wards now.

Just as he sat down on the couch to red a book, a silvery patronus burst through the wall. It was a jack russel terrier, the edges tinged with gold, its little face terrified and full of anguish. Harry immediately stood, attention on only what the patronus was going to say. The glowing edges, an advancement made by Hermione, meant that the message was particularly urgent, and that extra power had been put into the spell.

"Harry, you need to come over now! Gary Armand has kidnapped Winona, Gabriel and his own daughter, Emma. We are at our house." Ron's voice was restrained, the anguish and pain behind it only barely there. Harry's heart stopped beating and dropped to his feet. The world began swaying, but not for long.

For a deadly anger had overtaken him. Without missing a beat, he sprinted into his room, grabbing his wand holster and dragonhide armour. Frantically, he slipped it over his head and strapped the holster onto his arm, shoving his wand inside it. Then, he whipped back into the living room to grab his invisibility cloak. As he picked it up, there was a knock on the door.

Coulson.

Through the haze of anger churning through his head, Harry yanked open the door. "You're coming with me."

Coulson looked taken aback. "Excuse me."

"My goddaughter has just been kidnapped. I need you to come with me. We're going to need all the help we can get. Have you ever Disapparated?"

"I''m sorry? Disapparated?"

"Teleportation. We're going to England. You ready?" Harry grabbed Coulson's wrist and turned on his heel before the man could so much as give a remarkably startled squawk. He made sure to concentrate extra hard on the destination he needed, as international Disapparition was near impossible, except for those with special abilities. Harry knew a Portkey was probably the better option, but time was of the essence here. He wouldn't splinch them, but Coulson would be very uncomfortable when they ended up in England.

With a crack, they landed on the carpeted floor of Ron and Hermione's living room. Harry collapsed into his usual heap, leaping up, not believing his luck. Coulson, however, was not so fortunate. He was currently leaning against the couch, face pale and hands trembling. It didn't last long. He composed himself, swallowing down the obvious nausea he was feeling.

"Whatever that was, I never want to experience it again." He looked around the house. "Where exactly are we?"

Harry marched over to the stairs, towards where he knew the study of the house was. Ron and Hermione were most likely there, if he knew his best friends well enough. "England."

"You've got to be joking."

Harry whirled around, wand at Coulson's throat. "Do I look like I am joking?" He snarled the words out. Winona was missing and this man thought he would be joking around? "We are going to get my goddaughter back from the maniac who captured her. So stop asking stupid, asinine questions and get your ass into gear."

Coulson blinked, before nodding, like he'd realised something and was tucking it away in the back of his mind to use another time. "Well, then, let's go get your goddaughter back." Harry nodded in satisfaction, then began briefing Coulson on the situation. The man would no doubt be used to situations like this. If he was anyone else, Harry wouldn't have brought him along.

"My friends, Ron and Hermione, are little Winona's parents. The man who kidnapped her, Gary Armand, also kidnapped two other children. His own daughter, Emma, and his nephew, Gabriel."

"Wait, Gary Armand?"

"Do you know him?"

"Yes, he outbid me for vintage Captain America trading cards a few years back. Something always seemed off about him for me."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Harry groaned. Another superfan of Captain America. No. That was not what he needed to be thinking of right now. Winona was gone. A storm was raging inside him, black, deadly and potent.

He didn't know if Gary was going to survive this.

Finally, they reached the door of the study, which was slightly ajar. Harry pushed it open and burst through. Inside, Ron was leaning against a bookshelf, tears streaming down his face, hands quivering. Hermione was sitting at her desk, a large book open, muttering an incantation over and over. And, to Harry's surprise, Genevieve Armand was slumped down in the corner, distraught, clutching a cushion to her chest and whispering, "Emma, my little Emma."

"I'm here."

Ron leaped up. "Thank Merlin. We were almost going to leave without you."

"You know where she is?" Harry couldn't say he wasn't surprised. To find her that fast was unprecedented. "How?"

"Hermione remembered an old spell that she read about a few years ago. It locates a person based on familial connections. It was mainly used for locating children who ran away." He turned teary eyes on Coulson. "Who's this guy?"

Coulson stepped forward. "Phil Coulson, pleased to meet you. I'm an acquaintance of Mr. Potter's."

"Well, we need all the help we can get. Welcome aboard."

Harry shifted awkwardly, trying to avoid looking at Genevieve. Even after everything she'd done to make him hate her, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Instead, he focussed on Ron. Hermione was still busy with the spell.

"What's the plan so far?"

"Gary is in the outskirts of London. From what we can deduce, he's done this entire thing to get your attention. I want to teach him a lesson he will never forget," Ron's knuckles clenched so hard they went white, "something that will haunt his nightmares for the rest of his pathetic little existence. He can't take my little girl and get away with it!" The last words were an agonised howl. Harry's heart shattered, but not before a particularly sadistic idea wormed its way into his head.

"How about, and I'm just suggesting this, I go in with my true appearance?" Coulson's ears perked up at this revelation. Ron nodded astutely.

"Yes, that will show the bastard." He slammed his hand down on the desk. Hermione's book shifted slightly, and she shot upwards.

"Damn right it will." The words were nothing more than a whisper. "Harry, take the glamour off now. That bastard isn't going to know what hit him."

Harry raised his wand and muttered the incantation that reversed the glamour. Instantly, he grew taller, blond hair falling in front of his eyes, the familiar strength returning. Oh, yes. This would work quite nicely. Gary was going to drop his obsession with Steve Rogers when Harry was finished with him. Gary Armand was never going to want to even think about the colours red white and blue again.

Next to him, there was a sharp intake of breath. Harry glanced down at Coulson, who was now significantly shorter. The man had an expression of awe on his face, which was very quickly stifled as he composed himself.

"We can talk about this later. Fury is going to have a field day with it, I know." He turned back to Ron and was about to speak, when Genevieve's voice croaked up from the corner. He glanced over at her in surprise.

"It's all your fault. Emma is gone because of you!" She shakily stood, extending an accusing finger towards Harry. "It's all your fault." Her eyes, red and puffy, wild and erratic, suddenly locked on him. "You should never have come into my life. If you hadn't, my husband wouldn't have gone mad. He wouldn't have kidnapped my own daughter. YOU BETTER GET HER BACK!"

She then collapsed back to the ground, rocking back and forth, clutching the cushion. Harry, doing something he thought he would never do, knelt down and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "We're going to get Emma, Gabriel and Winona back. Gary is going to pay for what he has done."

"No, that doesn't work," Genevieve sniffed. "He's already done terrible things in the past. I thought I could gloss over them, but this is too much."

"What's he done?" asked Ron, kneeling down and looking her dead in the eyes. "Tell me now. I need to know everything I can about the bastard."

"He caused his sister's wife to commit suicide."

"Grace?"

"Yes, Grace. He doesn't have any other siblings." She drew in a great, heaving breath. "Stop talking about this and go get my fucking child back."

Ron and Harry straightened, fire in their eyes. Hermione clasped her wand, Coulson fingered his gun.

They were going to catch this bastard, whether he liked it or not.

"Let me go!" Gabriel tugged at the ropes binding him to the chair. They didn't budge. Next to him, his cousin Emma was silently crying in her chair, face turned down to the floor. In a crib across the other side of the room, there was a bawling red headed baby.

"Wrong," sneered Gary. He knelt down and Gabriel recoiled away from him. "I've already gotten away with it. Shut your trap."

"Harry will come for me!"

"Yes, he will. But he won't ever have the chance to rescue you."

Just then, the door was blasted off its hinges. Four people marched into the room, Harry Potter at the front, Ron and Hermione at either side. Their faces were thunderous.

"Well, bring it on, Harry Rogers."

The firefight that followed would become that of legends.

Yeah, I'm doing that mean author thing where I make you wait for the other half. It will be out within two days. This is a fairly large part and the first arc is wrapping up, so I felt like splitting it into two shorter chapters. It didn't feel right otherwise.

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