Chapter 3
A.N: I do not own Harry Potter, Discworld, or Marvel. The only things I have are a lovely bunch of coconuts and this story.
Over the next year things had picked up for Harry, if he were of a more bushy haired depiction he'd have talked about a 100% increase in death visits and some such rubbish. As he was just Harry, he was more inclined to point out the number of evenings, nights sleep, and general other activities it'd ruined and disturbed. He'd almost crashed his car twice because of the bloody inconvenient timings and worse still he'd had to stupefy three girls mid-coitus to leave, talk about disruptive and waking the girl up afterwards wasn't without its share of awkwardness.
To make matters worse, out of the 17 visits he'd made throughout the year, four of them had featured the redhead in close contact with the deceased, now Harry had nothing against a girl earning some money, but for god's sake, stop knocking off world leaders. Didn't she realise the amount of work she was making him do. Additionally, those four visits were just the occasions when she'd been in close contact, who knew how many more were as a result of long range action, only last week had Harry been present at a particularly messy long range assassination of the self-proclaimed Emperor of the Nile.
To be fair the prick had damned the Nile just within Egypt, and was attempting to extort all the countries beyond. Unfortunately the damn hadn't been caught before the water had amassed to a critical point where a sudden release would flood the farm lands of Egypt and cause food shortages for the next several years. The smeg head had also assembled a large army, all working towards a massive pay off, making the thing impossible to approach without seriously heavy weaponry, which only the G8 had access to, and Egypt being the proud country they were, wasn't about to run to for help from others. The thing was, Harry knew that the redhead was involved, she always targeted the worst of the people that Harry had to visit, and this guy certainly qualified, Harry just wished she'd act sooner before they became important enough to warrant his attention.
It was a beautiful summer day, and Harry was out with Teddy his now six year old godson at Legoland for a day of rides, exploring and messing about when the next demand for his particular skill set was evoked. Thankfully he wasn't stuck on a ride otherwise things could go south quickly. Rushing to the loo with Teddy, Harry locked them inside with a coloportus, quickly transfiguring a bed from a drinks can, Harry placed Teddy on it and then cast a sleep spell on Teddy to ensure he didn't run away. Allowing himself to be transported, Harry was deposited in a restaurant in central New York, watching as a very familiar woman, but this time with a brunette pixie cut hairdo and dressed as a waitress approached a table and placed the meals she was carrying down in front of two gentleman.
As the two men tucked into their starters both instantly dropped dead, apparently subtlety wasn't a factor on this one. Further thanks had to go to the dead men, both passed on within 30 seconds, without Harry having to do too much. Some were chatty, some were silent, Harry was just thankful they were gone. Not relinquishing the power anchoring himself to this particular location, Harry quickly moved through the kitchen, guessing where the killer had headed, with luck he managed to spot her as she climbed onto a motorbike, quickly nailing the girl with a tracking spell, Harry cast a disillusionment charm on himself and a broom he had enlarged that he kept handy at all times. Moving above the bike he carefully followed the girl back to a large skyscraper where he lost her heading into an underground garage. Taking that as his cue to leave Harry relinquished his grip on the location and returned back to the bathroom.
Trying to enjoy the rest of the day whilst processing all the information he'd found, Harry could envisage a trip to New York on the horizon, he could be tenacious in his search for answers. Harry took Teddy on one last ride on his favourite, the dragon coaster, before moving into the car park and driving them home. Harry spent a couple more hours with Teddy, cooking him dinner as he napped and then teaching him some basic magic and reading and writing skills so he'd have a head start when he headed to Hogwarts. Before long it was time for Teddy to head back to 12 Grimmuald Place where both he and Andromeda lived permanently after her house was destroyed in the war.
Harry then headed home back to Potter Manor which was located just outside London to research what he'd found and to pack his trip back to New York. From his research Harry found very little of note on the organisation he'd seen with the Eagle emblem, the public face seemed to suggest that the organisation dealt with protecting the US from Global threats, what this entailed Harry wasn't sure but apparently a very competent and busy assassin was a crucial staff member. Deciding that he had no choice but to visit, Harry moved upstairs and packed his trunk, deciding that going muggle would be wise to avoid awkward questions about how he got in the country in the first place. Moving to the Laptop he booked a first class ticket to New York for the first thing next morning from Heathrow, with a quick mirror call to Andromeda and Hermione, whom by now had taken up the role of charms teacher at Hogwarts after Flitwick's retirement, informing them of where he was going. Hermione offered him words of warning, guessing that it had to do with being Master of Death, whereas Andromeda told him to have a nice time and to bring back something cool for her and Teddy.
At 7am the next morning Harry apparated to the designated apparition point of Heathrow Airport, the magic and mundane worlds were actually quite interconnected if you knew where to look. Heading out from the concealed area into Terminal 5, checking in quickly and moving to the first class lounge. Harry waited and had a couple of drinks, avidly avoiding the offers to have a massage so he could hide the scars his body was marred with, he still abhorred being stared at and pitied. After only an hour of waiting Harry was walking along the gangplank to the British Airways 747. Being greeted and shown to his seat by a very flirtatious stewardess, Harry was optimistic about a very comfortable flight.