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Singin' Hinnies

It is nice morning to start a day here in New York, that is, if you're a civilian and not a super agent dealing with horrible crimes which could threaten the whole country – or worse, the world. The matters that Clint is a master spy and one of the top assassins does not help at all, especially when missions are handed every single day. But today is one of those days when he has the time, while short, to relax. So Clint supposes that it's still a good morning after all when seeing your best friend kick the living daylights of the renowned super solder: Captain America.

"Ow. That's gonna hurt, good thing you're super." Clint said as he walked over the boxing ring Natasha and Steve usually use for exercise. He patted Steve's back, who was leaning heavily on one of the four posts, "You let a girl beat you?"

"Want to take Steve's place, Clint?" Natasha said, smiling challengingly at Clint's direction. "I could use the extra exercise."

Backing away from the platform, Clint raised his hands in surrender and said, "No, I'm fine. Just finished my set of workout. Besides, I'm hungry. Aren't you Steve?" His question brought a smile on the blonde's face as he step down from the platform. It was great seeing the man out of time getting acquainted to the twenty-first century, although Steve lacked the idea on how to operate three-fourths of today's technology, Stark was always there giving his 'professional' help.

"Yeah, I could use the calories."

The three arrived at the dining area when they were greeted by Stark. Apparently he was impatiently waiting there for half an hour that he had eaten the whole box of cereal in boredom. "Furious called, just so you know." Tony said. He was inhaling a bowl of rainbow coloured flakes with its milk dripping from his lips. "Wants the two of you love birds to report at his pirate ship."

"It must be some spy work again to gather info." Clint muttered. Grabbing the refrigerator handle as he poked his head inside to scavenge for breakfast. There were salads and fruits but Clint didn't particularly like the idea of eating healthy this morning so he grabbed the leftover brownies Natasha brought yesterday.

"It'll probably last us for three days tops." Natasha said helping herself some coffee.

"Yeah. Who knows, maybe this time we get to see something interesting."

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Why can't I have a day off? Harry sighed heavily as if it was to release all the built up tension within him for these past days. He can't afford to have a vacation, not now, because he needed the money for him and Teddy. He refused to access his vault at Gringotts especially when Ministry officials were always there to corner him and persuade him to take a position at Wizengamot. And it certainly did not help the fact that reporters nose around Diagon Alley hoping to see him and ask him absurd questions. Like, if he and snot-faced Malfoy were in a love-hate relationship. Or if Snape was his biological father.

The wizard grimaced at the thought and sighed again as he sat on his chair watching Mr. Marion cry silently. A huge man – who could rival his whale of an uncle – stumbled down with his manager, eventually crushing the shorter man. Both fell with a loud thud on the floor and Harry felt obliged to ask, "Are you all right Mr. Marion?"

"Here at Alpas hotel, guests are our top priority. Managers, last."

Zack and Cody, twin devils incarnate, skate past his desk. Honestly, they were also his bane here at the hotel, giving him double headaches since day one. But they were still children, albeit hyper and mischievous, so Harry had a tendency to be soft and forgiving around them. Harry got up to help his manager stand, totally ignoring the apologies coming from the huge guy. "I'm sorry about that Mr. Marion. Carrie asked me to babysit them but apparently I forgot about it."

"You don't look sorry James. Maybe next time make it your job to remember babysitting them." He groaned, nursing his back.

"I already have my nephew." Harry said, "I'll just ask London to take care of them for me."

"London?" Mr. Marion said, looking like he swallowed a very sour tasting lemon, "London? Ha! Goodluck with that. She'll probably pay someone else to do it for her. Like you."

Harry scoffed as he watched his manager walk away in mock laughter. Zack and Cody were nowhere in sight, probably gone to somewhere creating chaos and migraines for anyone around. Well, Harry guessed this was the normal, quiet time he could have at best.

The bell from his desk rang, alerting him of a client, as Harry scampered back to meet them.

A red head woman, who reminded Harry of the Weasleys, smiled at him in greeting as her spouse looked at him with indifference. "Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon to you too, mam and sir. Welcome to Alpas Hotel. Are you here for rooms?" Harry asked, preparing the forms just in case they were here to book for an event.

"Yes. Got any rooms available at the middle?" The guy asked.

There were actually fifty floors. The twenty-fifth to thirtieth were for multipurpose activities and entertainment. But the question brought him confusion. People who asked for the middle floor of a tall building were the paranoid bunch in case of emergencies, like fire, for easy and efficient escape. Or people who spy. He wanted to ask why, but he'd probably receive indefinite answers or a rude 'mind your own business'.

Harry tried not to show the small amount of suspicion he was feeling, masking it with a careful nod. He scanned his computer in sham and said, "Yes sir, we have three rooms available at the twenty-fourth floor for two. Room 242, 243 and 249. Which one would be it?"

It was the woman this time who spoke in jest. But as a wizard who trained under Snape's brutal methods of occlumency, Harry could vaguely tell how this couple were being cautious. "Which room have the most windows? My boyfriend can't wake up unless the sun was burning his face. Not even alarms could stir this lazy ass awake."

With a soft chuckle, Harry gave them the simpler forms to fill out and also reaching for a key with the number 249 at the wall, "Here's your key. Don't lose it. Breakfast is at the second floor, buffet. And if you need anything, you can always come here." The guy took the key, immediately pocketing it as his red-head girlfriend handed him the form. "Thank you, and have a nice day!"

"You too." The guy uttered as they walked towards the lift.

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Harry knocked at door of Mrs. Martin's suite and beside him was Teddy patiently waiting while trying to solve his rubix cube he received from his fifth birthday. After his day shift, Carrie had him babysit her twins again and he had no choice to comply. Why? Carey was a good friend of his and she had taught his nephew stuffs Harry had no clue about, plus he needed the extra money.

The door swung open and Carey greeted the two with a huge smile, "James! And little Teddy!"

"Hello to you too, Carey."

"Come in. About time, also. I was about to leave." Carey said. She was wearing a golden strapless dress, fitting for a diva she will be tonight. "Heh! I quite excited, this is my first time seeing a celebrity couple and singing for them no less!"

Harry nodded as he let Teddy over the couch between Zack and Cody. "That's good."

Carrie reached for her fur scarf hanging by the door and said, "I have to go or else I'd miss the wedding ceremony. Take care of them for me James! And Zack," She paused, pointing at her blonde twins, who were smiling innocently at her in return, "Cody. Behave. I mean it!" And she was gone, shutting the door with a soft thump.

"So I heard you two are grounded for a week." Harry started, eyeing them suspiciously with her emerald eyes as he took a seat on an armchair. He sighed, "Look, I don't want seeing you two in trouble. And I know a thing or two about what's going on your minds."

Zack smiled and said, "Don't worry. Things you don't want to see will not be seen."

"Okay! That's great!" Harry exclaimed, leaning to rest his back on the chair. "Have you eaten dinner? Can I get you anything? Teddy?" Seeing his three boys perked up at his request and begun asking for the impossible. Where in Merlin's beard was he going to find a fresh lobster in salt and vinaigrette? Harry slouched on his seat and massaged the bridge of his nose. "We may be living in a luxury but we're not royalties. How can you expect me to look for lobsters at this hour – no, wait. The better question is: how can you except me to buy lobsters for the three of you?"

There was a short moment of silence and Harry waited. Teddy was looking confused and kept glancing at Cody's direction, as though the latter could provide an answer seeing how he was the intelligent one. It was Cody who broke the stillness and said, "We actually want sushi but we saw lobsters served at the wedding so…"

"You know what. Nevermind. I'll just get something for you three to drink." With that said, Harry stood up and walked towards the room's miniature kitchen. He failed to hear what the kids were plotting about while he was preparing them a snack.

When Harry arrived back at to where they were lounging, Zack was nowhere to be found. Only a grinning Cody and Teddy remained seated. Placing down the tray of cookies and glasses of milk at the coffee table, Harry asked, "Where's Zack?"

Cody begun to stutter and gave Teddy a fleeting look. The younger child, on the other hand, appeared blue as he held his breath behind his tightly closed lips.

"I–I was…" Cody said, his gaze falling at the snack Harry prepared, "Milk? I was thinking something more like soda."

Raising an eyebrow at the kid's words, Harry decided to humor him, "Soda? Do you know that stuff is bad for you? Milk brings strong bones. Now where's your brother Cody?" He levelled an intense stare at the said blonde, and after a moment, Harry then fixed his eyes on his nephew. "Teddy?"

The blue tinge on Teddy's face was gone and replaced by purple. His ears paling at the lack of oxygen and any more minute, he might faint, "Breathe Teddy!"

"Zack was on a mission to go to the wedding to take a picture of the bride and her man and sell it because he wants the prize money." Teddy blurted out in a flurry of words, breathing heavily when done. And Harry had to compose himself for a second to understand half of it.

"Teddy you spilled the beans!"

"What beans?" Teddy asked.

Harry was glad seeing Teddy's natural colour returning, although tired from the lack of air. Shaking his head, the wizard pursed his lips trying to calm himself to avoid headaches. Carey specifically told him not to let his eyes wander from her twins. At first he thought of her request as meaningless, absurd even, but now he knew what the singer meant.

"You two..." Harry said lowly as he pointed the Cody and Teddy, "Come with me. I don't want you straying away because we're coming at the wedding to retrieve your brother."

The wedding was anything but an extravagant affair. When the couple said they wanted something classic yet simple, Mr. Marion outdone himself, personally planning the arrangements and decorations. The altar had a nice touch, that was what Harry thought when he saw how feathers were used instead of curtains. Zack wasn't even covertly taking pictures. He was at the aisle, clearly seen by anyone if they cared enough to look behind.

The wizard was about to storm there when Mr. Marion pulled him aside, "What are you doing here!" At his question, Harry kept his mouth shut and pointed at the blonde nuisance oblivious to their presence.

Mr. Marion gasped. To Harry's ears, it was a sound not made by any humans, "What is he doing here?!"

"He wanted the twenty thousand dollar photo!" Harry hissed. He was pretty sure his manager knew what he was talking about as Mr. Marion looked about to say something but when his dark brown eyes landed behind him, he said, "What are they doing here?"

Rolling his eyes, Harry replied, "They're here to get him back."

"Good."

Harry nodded, but as the word made it's way in his brain, a frown graced his pale features and asked his manager incredulously, "What!"

"I need your nephew. The ringbearer is never going to reach the wedding rings exchange and the bride entrusted me to look for one!"

"So Teddy's going to replace the ringbearer?" Harry said in disbelief. It wasn't a question, he just want to make sure what he heard was correct.

"Yes." Mr. Marion said breathlessly as he grabbed Teddy's arms to hold pillow with a pair of rings on it. Harry was half surprised when Cody was remaining quite among distressed adults and haven't uttered a sarcastic remark when the priest was almost finished with the exchange of vows.

"What should I do?" Teddy asked in panic, his eyes wide and arms shaking. He looked like he was about to cry.

"Kid you just have to walk calmly," Mr. Marion said in hushed tone, "I repeat, calmly, okay? Avoid tripping or walking too slow like a tortoise or walking too fast like someone's chasing after you or –"

"The rings please…?" A soft, rickety voice halted Mr. Marion from whatever else he was supposed to remind the child. The priest and everyone else were looking at their direction in raised eyebrows, apart from the bride who was gushing at her soon-to-be husband how cute the ringbearer was.

Harry patted Teddy forward, his attention never leaving the audience particularly when there was an unusual sensation at the back of his mind. Beside him, he heard Mr. Marion choke and cough a little bit before exclaiming in mortification

"He's in his pajamas!"

Teddy was arrived at the altar crying. His tears falling down his cheeks like waterfalls and his face red either in embarrassment for wearing something inappropriate or in fright. Probably both. And Harry was a second away from rushing towards his nephew but the bride bent down to kiss away his tears.

The Blessing of Rings failed to start. Or won't start until later as multicoloured roses exploded from nothingness. It was sudden and it showered the whole room creating piles of rainbow petals everywhere. All were in different states of awe, including his manager. But Harry felt a different emotion in this situation as he stared aggravated at the bride's hair. A small amount of amusement bubbled within him when he saw the woman's black hair now bright blue, the same hair colour when Teddy was born. However, none placed their attention at her as everyone was enjoying themselves at the nonstop rain of rose petals.

"This is a disaster!" Harry heard Mr. Marion cry out and the wizard couldn't help release a chuckle and reply, "A beautiful disaster."

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Yesterday was eventful. While his manager was apologising hysterically regarding the 'inconvenience', the bride brushed him off saying how the surprise was magical, splendid and impressive. Apart from that, she also praised his cute nephew. She and her husband expected a grouchy adolescent for replacement instead, but a six year old child in pikachu pajamas was – in exact words – 'their highlight of their day'. And Harry was beyond pleased hearing that.

But that night was over and today was just like any other day.

Harry was seated in front of his computer at the reception desk typing something away. He learned the basics on how to use this machine but anything more complicated than what he was dealing now would cause him a grand head splitting migraine.

Occupying the chair beside him was Teddy playing with model dinosaurs. He could charm it he doubted anyone would appreciate it seeing baby dinosaurs at the hotel.

"Excuse me."

Harry jumped at the sudden voice, his knees collided with his desk and sent pen hold crashing down the floor. "A moment sir." He said and Harry bent below his desk to hurriedly collect his fallen writing materials.

In a rush, Harry faintly heard the same voice whisper in daze, "Nat, is that a kid with a beak?"

Harry cocked his head up to see a yellow beak instead of his nephew's mouth. It was the very same beak the dinosaur bird Teddy was playing with and it slowly, gradually vanished. Teddy appeared to be completely oblivious to the situation and continued playing with his lips back to normal. But Harry doubted anything will be normal when someone just saw his magical ability.

Someone needs to be obliviated. The wizard gulped to force back down a groan. Instead of seizing Teddy and run away from the hotel as possible, Harry turned to face 'Nat' and someone.

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Tarix: Not slash.

The Struggling Warrior: Makes me feel so old too especially when I watch the new shows Disney Channel airs.

Irishdanceringrulz1776: Thank you! I usually spend a whole hour rereading my works to check whatever that needs checking.

Kairan1979: I put the answer to your question on this chapter :)

Demon's Path: This is probably the last chapter with 'The Suite Life of Zack and Cody' elements. Hope you enjoyed the twins!

Other reviewers, readers who put this on alert and favorite: THANK YOU SO MUCH!

To all: Hey guys! Want to suggest a title for the next chapter? Just name a strange-looking, weird-tasting dessert. Or any sweet with an odd name. You can add a little info about it if you want. But I'm naming the third chapter ha!

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