"Thanks sir." Harry smiled at the Cabby.
"Sir!" The man barked a laugh, taking the cash and generous trip. "Never been called sir in my whole career as a cabby. Anyways, thanks kid, hope you enjoy your time in manhattan."
Harry waved at him as he drove off and idly shoved some fringe from his face.
"And I've been called kid for years." Harry chuckled to himself. "Oh well."
Harry walked up to the small hot dog stand and tipped that guy well too. It was the little people he liked the best, they were usually the best company if in a good mood. It also helped he supposed, that this guy was an undercover agent watching the door. Carrying three hot dogs in his hands he shoved open the dull door stuck in the cement, windowless building.
"Hey doorman guy!" Harry greeted cheerfully, passing a hotdog to the man who didn't even glance up from his tabloid to accept it.
"Hey Lord Potter." He greeted lazily. "A good day for you?"
"Yup." Harry said, grinning as he stepped onto the automatic elevator.
Harry idly munched on the first of his last two hotdogs, chewing it happily. Nothing like a good food-stand hotdog. The metal doors slid open and Harry gazed at the organized commotion. Sliding down the rail Harry shoved the last of the hotdog in his mouth and waved at some….alien that was staring at him. It waved its flippers back at him and made a whistling noise. Another alien fluttered over to him, looking like a heap of flutter, frayed towels. It oohed and awed and circled him like the spirit of a rag pile. It prodded at him, not his physical self but the deeper, magical self.
"Notice that did ya?" Harry grinned, sparking the thing.
It shudder and oohed again and slipped off.
"Um, excuse me sir, can I see some identification." A younger agent stepped in front of Harry.
Harry answered him by taking a bite of his last dog and chewing thoughtfully as he looked the kid up and down. The black suit was tailored to fit him but he shifted enough to show he was unused to it. New recruit then. He was also wearing a nervous expression in the face of Harry's silence. Most likely had anxiety and it was his first month on the job. Most likely orphan or close to it. And he was going to die in exactly four years, seven months, two days, five hours, and fourteen seconds.
"These aren't the droids you're looking for." Harry said ominously, waving his hotdog in front of the kids face.
A few people around him smiled at the reference. Their smiles vanished, replaced by surprise as the kid stepped back, nodded and walked away, past Harry like he had never seen him.
"Hey, man, I don't know what you just did, but no using your super alien powers on Agents." Another agent stepped up, eyes narrowing as he took Harry in.
Harry turned to fully look at him and take in all the confidence, ease, and power he excluded. Harry smiled at the wavering numbers in the man's soul. Here was one of those special type of people who could die at any time through any means. His path was not set in stone because the universe needed him too much to try and forge his destiny for him. This man would choose when he lived and died, even if he was unaware of that fact.
"Hey slick, leave him alone."
Harry turned his smile on K, the smile turning into an outright grin.
"But K, he did some mind thingy on what's-his-name." The young man eyed Harry dubiously.
"Yes, and I said leave him alone," K said simply. "Hello Harry."
"K, darling," Harry drawled, "I see you have a new partner."
He made his tone smooth and confident and charming, excluding the type of charisma that made him so likeable. And then ruined the image by taking a giant chomp out of his hotdog. Not that he really struck an imposing image in tan shorts and a Hawaiian floral shirt done in eye gouging pinks, oranges, and greens.
"Yes, well, my old partner retired. People age you know, it's a thing." K said easily.
"I seem to be forgetting how to do that." Harry laughed finishing the last bite of his hotdog and licking his finger free of ketchup.
"Is this a social visit Harry, or for something of concern."
"Social visit. Haven't seen how you guys are doing for a while." Harry grinned.
K nodded and Harry threw decorum out the door, scooping K up despite his yelp and hugging him, spinning in a circle.
"You old man you." Harry said as he set the grumbling man down. "You look great."
"You too."
"Oh, don't mind me, just a man sitting in the corner here." The younger man finally butted in.
"This is J." K sighed. "He's my new partner. I call him slick."
"Hey slick." Harry grinned at him.
"Oh, hell no. K calls me slick because it's the only way for his humour to get out, but I'm not going to take it from a kid like you." J crossed his arms.
"A kid." Harry chuckled. "I've been called that all day."
K shot his partner a look and Harry just smiled at them.
"So who are you?" J finally grumbled.
"Harry Potter." Harry smiled, holding out a hand to shake.
J eyed it, having obviously seen his strength and ease in picking up and spinning K. He shook it though.
"So, are you an agent?" J asked. "Or an alien."
"Neither. I'm British." Harry said cheerfully.
"He's an informant." K filled in. "Fills us in when we need a hand. He's also helped out with a few of our attempts to make alien technology compatible for our use."
"Like…?" J asked.
"The neuralyzer." K said briskly.
"No way. You mean this kid, whos gotta be twenty tops, helped make the nueralizer."
"Not just make, invent." Harry said with a flourish. "Admittedly, that alien bint did help, but I uphold that I did most of the work and she just made the dials. And I'm not twenty."
"Nineteen then." J shrugged.
"Try more like thirty." Harry grinned.
"No." J held up his arms. "I'll accept you helped make the neuralyzer. I'll even reluctantly accept you genuinely like K for some reason. But there is no way in hell you are older than twenty two at the most."
"I look good eh?" Harry winked. "Perks of being immortal."
J stared for a minute before just throwing up his hands in defeat and rolling his eyes.
"Well Mr. Immortal Kid. I'm going to get Pie, and your unexpected visit is not going to stop me."
Harry laughed as K gave Harry a look that translated to the same thing.
"I'll join you after I've said hi to Zed, that old Canadian bastard."
"Canadian?!" J demanded as Harry slipped around him. "Is that why he picked Zed instead of Zee?"
Harry spent the next ten minutes flustering Zed, which was getting easier the longer Harry knew the man. Then he decided to join K and J for pie. K was his favourite agent after all. And J couldn't be too bad if he had shifting death times. And obviously he had a good sense of humour. The look on his face when Harry apparated into the bar stool beside him was hilarious.
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Just a random idea after watching MiB. I thought a good light-hearted Harry who had helped create the neuralyzer would be a fun time. Also, no idea if Zed is Canadian, just made it up because I like it.