Harry Potter: Magical Avenger
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Harry Potter universe nor do I own the Marvel universe which is where the Avengers and other characters came from.
Authors Note:
I am apologizing in advance for any grammatical or spelling mistakes I may commit. I am not a native English speaker and I do not have a beta so please make allowances for that. I also wish to let you guys know that updates will be slow as I am also writing a Harry Potter/Game of Thrones crossover. I used the prologue of my Game of Thrones fic to jump start this crossover. I will be using that as my default jump point whenever I make a crossover of Harry Potter. I wrote that prologue for that specific purpose.
Chapter One:
An Englishman in New York
The noise of a telephone ringing woke Harry from his deep sleep. He reached over to answer it by reflex.
"Hello?"
"Good morning, Mr. Potter. This is your eight AM wakeup call that you arranged last night. Would you like breakfast sent up to your room or would you be going to the breakfast buffet?"
"I'll think I'll order room service in a bit. Thank you."
"You're welcome, sir. Thank you for staying at the Plaza. Have a great day!"
After putting the phone back in its cradle, he looked around the hotel suite's bedroom. A check on the electronic clock says it is eight o three AM, March 23, 2005. A welcome brochure on the nightstand says that he is currently in the Plaza, New York City. There's also a wallet, a pair of key cards for his hotel room, a one way first class ticket to NYC from London and a pair of passports from the UK and the US.
He looked at his passport and saw that the details were all correct. There were many entry and exit stamps on it from different countries and he saw that he arrived from the London yesterday. A cursory look inside his wallet told him that he has quite a few US hundred dollar bills along with about seven hundred UK pounds sterling in addition to two black credit cards and valid driver's licenses in both the UK and the US. After confirming that he had the necessary identification, he ventured into his special trunk.
He got a big surprise when he checked on the elves in stasis. They were all human looking. The only noticeable difference that can be seen was their slightly pointed ears. He woke up Dobby and Winky after his medical charms were gave normal results. He conjured a large full body mirror so that the two elves can see their nee looks.
"Take a look at yourselves in a mirror! You look human now!"
"Oh this is a blessing, Master Harry!" cried Winky.
"We look like our ancestors from the days before our race was cursed!" added Dobby.
"You have been gifted by the Creator with a new life, Dobby and Winky. All the elves who accompanied Harry on this trip were transformed by Him to your ancestor's image. However, certain commandments have been placed on your people. Elves cannot harm humans and other sentient beings. Defense of one's self and master is of course permitted. The magic and life force of the elves are now tied to this trunk and to your blood line, Harry. The elves are forever tied to your blood. This is the payment for their transformation and their immortality." Helga said to them.
"Immortal?" Dobby was flabbergasted.
"Yes, elf Dobby. You are now elves and elves are immortal. No longer shall you call yourselves as house elves. Your race will always be in the prime of your life and look to like a human does in their late twenties. Elves are ten times faster and stronger than humans. However, procreation and inter species relationships between humans and elves will never happen as it would upset the balance of this world. To compensate for this, elves will not suffer from the genetic defects from inbreeding."
"I wish I was able to set you free. But I am still happy that you no longer look like house elves and that your magic has come unbound." Harry said to the elves as he hugged them.
"Dobby and Winky, you are to become the leaders of the elves. You are both kind and wise enough to do so. You also have proven yourself able many times before."
"Thank you my lady. We promise to live up to your expectations."
"Harry, come meet with us once you have removed the stasis from the others. We have much to discuss."
Harry just nodded with a smile as Helga went back to the other founders. Once he removed the stasis from the elves, he helped Dobby and Winky explain the changes to the elves. He then went to the master's study to talk to the founders.
When he arrived in his study, he saw many documents arranged on a table. The four founders were looking at Harry with a serious look.
"I take it something went wrong with the ritual?"
Rowena answered for the group. "The ritual went perfectly. However, instead of sending you to a different world, the Creator diverted you to this reality's Earth. He only said that this is an exciting reality and that you should enjoy yourself here better. He did not give any other reasons. He did say that you are not under any prophecy or destiny ordained quest."
"I suppose I can accept that. I am no longer immortal right? That is one of the reasons I went with the ritual."
"You are no longer immortal in a way that you can now die. However, you can only die if your head is decapitated and if your heart, brain, or spine is damaged beyond repair. Those are the only specific ways you or the elves can die. You will never experience the infirmity and pains of old age nor will your appearance change. Your body has also been repaired to its peak condition. All your bones and muscles are a hundred times denser than an Olympic athlete. You will still feel pain if you get hurt of course." Helga stated.
"I guess that is better than not being able to die. Are there any more surprises?"
"You still retain all the powers and advantages given to you by the powerful artifacts made by your reality's personification of Death. They will never change their allegiance even if you lose a battle. You retain the enhancements given to you by your phoenix animagus form and you are still a metamorph. If you check your magical core, it retained its size after you drained Riddle and his followers." Salazar listed the changes in Harry's powers.
"I am glad only my bone and muscle density along with the loss of my phoenix form happened. That is all the changes right?"
"My heir," Godric's serious tone unnerved Harry. "The Creator has chosen to give you some additional gifts. You have near limitless potential in telekinesis, which is really a more controlled power like a combined levitation, banishing and summoning charms, and also you are now a very powerful telepath. As you know, this is a lot like legilimency but you do not have to look at someone's eyes to read their mind, so to speak. He knows you will not abuse it and your occlumency defenses have been strengthened a hundred fold. No telepath can invade your mind. You also get a new animal form, that of a white Nemean lion. Its body is impenetrable and its claws as sharp as goblin made daggers."
"Alright. I am glad that I did get powers that will make me stand out in a crowd. I am grateful that I can still be an animagus and like my new form but I was hoping for a form that can fly." Harry whined at bit about not being able to fly.
A smirk from Salazar and a laugh from the other founders made Harry confused. "I told you he would not miss the immortality of a phoenix not would he miss the healing tears. But he would whine about not being able to fly. He gave you a final gift. You can now fly unaided by brooms or wings. Your improved body density should be able to withstand high speeds and increased pressure. I advise against trying space flight unless you wear an astronaut's suit or create a variation of the bubble head charm which would normalize pressure around your whole body and still enable you to breathe. You should work on that since it should also work under water."
"That's great! I am going to work on the modified bubble head charm soon. But for future reference, I did not whine. I just expressed my disappointment."
Helga gave him a short history of his life. "Fine. Now, those documents on the table are for you. They are all legal and valid. The Creator bent reality so most of your personal information from the previous world is correct. You are the only son of James Potter of London and Lily Evans of Connecticut. Both your parents were the only child of their parents. Both sets of grandparents lost all their family to accidents and in the World War II. The Potters died on a holiday in Ireland when you were a year old, terrorist bombing. Your parent's will gave guardianship to your British grandparents since your American grandmother passed away a year before your mother got married. You alternated Christmas holidays in London and New Haven and a month of your summer holidays with each of your grandparents. Granddad Evans passed away in 1990 while the elder Potters in 1992. Granddad Potter's solicitor friend John Spencer became your legal guardian while you were away in boarding school which was paid for by your trust fund. You graduated Oxford a year ago with a Master's degree in Modern Languages. You can read, write, and speak fluently in Russian, French, Nihongo, German, Italian, Spanish, Arabic, Greek, Mandarin and Cantonese fluently. You can also read and write in Latin and Ancient Greek."
"I am lucky that I am gifted in Languages then. Basing on the suite I am using, first class tickets and obviously expensive things in my bedroom that I am a bit well off?"
Godric snorted loudly at this. "Well of is an understatement. Your current net worth is $387 million, about a half of that is in stocks. The Potters were 'old money' and gave you about a third of your current net worth. The terms of their will sold off all their properties, leaving you with all their money. The lion's share of your net worth came from Grandpa Evans. He was an early investor of Intel and Stark Industries. He also bought a lot of stocks in Microsoft and Apple in the 1980's. His will sold everything but the stocks in those four companies. All in all, you are a very wealthy young man."
"Wow. Young and rich, I can deal with. I'm glad you left out the famous part."
Helga sympathized with Harry. "Now I have to tell you about the last big difference between your previous reality's Earth and this Earth. There are no witches and wizards here. No Diagon Alley or Hogwarts. There are a those who can access mystical energies such as Dr. Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme of this dimension. You can choose whether or not to meet with him. The lack of your kind of witches and wizards does not present a problem aside from nostalgia since you did want to leave that world behind. All the potions ingredients and magical creatures can be found in your trunk world anyway and your library here is bigger and better than the combined libraries of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang combined. You have already surpassed Dumbledore and Riddle in magical learning and power."
"When you put it like that, I guess it's not so bad. Anything else you can tell me?"
"In a few years, this world will be ready for a higher form of warfare. Aliens and other powerful beings may come here. Earth should be able to defend itself with the help of many gifted individuals. These individuals have powers that are varied and numerous. Some deliberately through science, some from accidents and finally some are genetic mutations. They are collectively called metahumans. It is your choice if you wish to remain anonymous or you can join them in defense of this world. Remember, there is no fate or destiny at work here, it will be purely based on your decisions."
Godric and Salazar both laughed at the end of Helga's statement. "Godric's heir? Not get involved? I tell you that he cannot just simply watch as events happen."
"As much as it pains me to say that Salazar is right, I doubt you, my heir, can stand by and let the helpless die needlessly."
"I guess. I never quite let go of my saving people thing, as Hermione called it. I think I shall see to the elves then get some food. I will need some help practicing these new powers."
He activated the time dilation field inside the trunk world to eat and practice his new powers. He spent months inside the trunk to completely master his powers and new abilities. When he got out of the trunk, it was almost two in the afternoon. He called the concierge to ask for a good realtor in NYC.
Harry got dressed and went to a late lunch at his favorite. Katz's Deli had the best pastrami sandwich, he was glad this reality didn't mess with it. While he ate, he went over a list of what things he needed. He decided that he was going to splurge a bit, playing the role of a trust fund baby. Harry figured young eccentric millionaire would play out better than a young antisocial recluse.
-buy a good mobile phone and laptop; should have brought some from his old reality
-buy an apartment near central park; top floor or penthouse so he has easy access to the roof
-buy a nice reliable car for NYC and an SUV for retreat property
-look for a job or a hobby; something to do
-ask Darry the elf furniture maker to help him with furnishing said apartment
-buy a large secluded property for the elves and as a getaway home
When he got back to the Plaza, the concierge was nice enough to help him buy a Nokia 8800 phone and a top of the line HP laptop. Both should be delivered that same afternoon. He also got the number of a Mercedes Benz dealer and an appointment for tomorrow. The little black Centurion card really did open quite a few doors. When the concierge dropped of his new phone and laptop, he gave the man a $100 tip. He needed all the help he can get.
The next day, he had breakfast in one of the hotel restaurants and got a cab to the dealership. Harry was not really dressed to impress so when he tried to get the attention of a sales rep, he was got a raised eyebrow. When he read the surface thoughts of the man, he found out that the man thought he was just wasting his time on Harry. Harry dismissed the man and got a lady rep that was nicer and a rival of the previous rep to spite him. He gave his black card to the lady and he was instantly rewarded with shock from the snooty rep and smug satisfaction from the woman. He chose the current silver CLS model. For a small fee, he can have it delivered in two days' time. He planned on staying at the Plaza until he got an apartment so he agreed.
He stopped for lunch before going to the realtor. This time the lady realtor was nicer. She didn't even bat an eye when Harry said that he wanted a penthouse with at least a good view of Central Park if he cannot get a place beside or near the said park. He lucked out because a penthouse property just went on the market. The celebrity owner was moving to Paris, so it was a rushed sale. It was on 5th Avenue with a big roof deck overlooking the park. Six bedrooms, six and a half baths, combination study and library and a kitchen / dining room and a private elevator from the lobby which had two 24 hour doormen at all times. It also came with its own reserved parking space. A 'steal' for $37 million. He got a tour right away and a meeting with the coop board tomorrow evening. Harry loved the roof deck and he was sure Winky will love the brand new kitchen.
While was there he did a bit of shopping. He needed to impress them. He bought a new outfit and shoes from Hermes and a nice watch from Cartier.
When he got back to the hotel, a mysterious message was waiting for him. He wondered how anyone knew where to reach him as it was only his second day in this reality.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter. A message was left for you by a Mr. Peter Turnbull. He left his mobile number and email address so you can contact him," the concierge handed Harry the information she was talking about. "The Mercedes Benz dealership also called. The lady, a woman named Helen Young, said that they were able to squeeze you into the queue so your new car should be delivered here tomorrow morning at nine."
"Thank you. Could you possibly arrange for a place to park the car tomorrow?"
"It shouldn't be a problem, Mr. Potter. I will reserve a slot for your new car."
"Brilliant. I am glad you're here to help us poor Brits. Have a good evening, Philip."
While in the elevator, he pondered who this man is. He didn't know anyone at all in this world. However, he decided a phone call shouldn't cause any problems.
A man with a deep voice answered on the third ring.
"This is Peter Turnbull."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Turnbull. My name is Harry Potter and I understand that you left a message for me to contact you?"
"Ah, yes, Mr. Potter. I work for the UN and I am a good friend of one of your professors in Oxford, Professor Smythe. I mentioned that we have two openings for translators. He mentioned your name. He went on and on about your gift of tongues."
"I see. He was my adviser during my final year there. He recommended me then?"
"Yes, you can say that. He told me that I would be a 'bloody wanker' if I did not at least attempt to recruit you before the Foreign Office or the State Department got you. We had a few drinks in that pub near his flat. You know how he swears like a sailor when he has a few drinks on him. Would you be interested in the spot?"
"I was actually going to look for a job in a week or so after I move in to my new apartment. Sure, I am interested. But how did you know how to find me? Last time I talked to Professor Smythe I was not even thinking of coming to New York."
"I had a few contacts run your name. Before I can offer you a job, I had to do a bit of preliminary checks. Security clearance will be required as you might be hearing some sensitive information, you understand that don't you? Anyway, your name popped up when you came in from Heathrow. A few calls in the more upscale hotels and I found you. So, can you come in tomorrow, say one in the afternoon?"
"It should be possible. It wouldn't take the entire afternoon would it? I'm afraid I've a meeting with the coop chairman of the building I am trying to get into so I will be having dinner with them tomorrow evening."
"It should not take more than three hours. Please bring a copy of your CV tomorrow if possible. I will send you the details after this call. You will need your passport or your driver's license when you present yourself at the Security Office. Would you be needing a car pass?"
"Yes, I should have my car by that time."
"Good. Have a good afternoon and I shall see you tomorrow, Mr. Potter."
"A pleasant day to you too, Mr. Turnbull." He then pressed the end button on his phone.
'I suppose working for the UN should be alright.' He mused to himself.
He clipped the Do Not Disturb sign on his door and then activated the anti muggle ward on his trunk.
He had a few words with Dobby then he activated the time dilation for the trunk world.
"Looks like I might be working as a translator for the United Nations. The muggle version of the ICW as a translator."
"Imagine that, a job prospect on your second day back," smiled Salazar meaningfully.
"Yes. It should be interesting. Meet new people and maybe travel some more."
"My heir, you really cannot help yourself. Second day back and you might be working in a government body already," commented Godric.
"Remember, Harry. You are walking your own path now. Whatever decisions you make are yours. Remember that as you choose this road to walk on," Rowena reminded Harry. "You may be presented with opportunities like this, but you can always say no."
"I know, I know. It's not like I am going to be a soldier or anything. I'll be a translator doing a desk job. I do not see myself as an academic doing research my entire life. That would be too boring."
"Godric's blood really tells on you. Never could he resist a bit of action." Helga smiled fondly at Harry and Godric.
"Anyway, I plan on modifying the bubble head charm and practice a bit more with my new abilities before I go out into the muggle world again tomorrow. I might read up on the current events since World War II. Oh, I need to talk to Darry. I plan on enlisting his help to make custom furniture for my new apartment. I have a meeting with the coop chair tomorrow evening during dinner. I have to make a reservation at the Oak Room; maybe Philip the concierge can help me."
Harry worked on these tasks for the next six months inside the trunk. By the time he got out, it was nearing midnight.
He soaked in the wonderful tub for an hour before he went to bed for a good night's sleep.
He woke up early to run in the park. It brought back fond memories of his previous world when he would run around the Black Lake in Hogwarts before breakfast with Hermione, Luna and Neville. When he returned to the hotel, he remembered to ask the on duty concierge, Andrew, for a good table at the Oak Room for his guests later.
As expected his new car arrived on time. He convinced the lady dealer to join him for breakfast. He then brought her back to the dealership while he gave the CLS a test drive. With nothing to do until after lunch he drove around the borough to familiarize himself with the neighborhood.
Harry was confident going in to the clinic. Granted, he was a bit rusty on some of the languages but from his experience, his occlumency would bail him out.
Ten minutes before his appointment, he has parked his car in the visitor's secure parking and was riding the elevator to the fifth floor for his interview.
Four men and three women were waiting for him. A tall black man with a balding head and a well-trimmed goatee spoke first.
"Good afternoon. I am Peter Turnbull and these are some of the people from our foreign languages section. They would be assessing your competency in German, Italian, French, Nihongo, Spanish and Mandarin. If you pass, I will be assessing you for competency in Arabic which my area of specialization. Short tests will be given to gauge your written and reading comprehension in the various languages after the oral interviews from each of the specialists. He was shown to a room where he was given a one on one interview for about fifteen minute each then thirty minutes for each written exam.
He blew all the interviewers away. He finished each of the written exams within ten minutes. Peter found out that he was impressed because Harry spoke Arabic like a native Saudi. Harry didn't tell him that he lived in Saudi Arabia for three years studying the magics of ancient Arabia.
Pending an in depth security check, Harry should be given a contract to work directly with the head of the Security Council's office. Peter or Pete as he asked Harry to call him told him that the background checks should just be a formality as he has already given a very in depth assessment by friends in the FBI and Scotland Yard. Unofficially, of course.
Harry went back to the hotel for two hours while he waited for his next meeting.
A tall distinguished looking man in his late sixties and two women of the same age with similar elegant air about them met Harry in the Oak Room.
"Good evening, Mr. Potter. I am Dr. Wallace Rutherford. I am the chairman of the coop. This is my wife Elizabeth," pointing to the woman dressed in simple but tasteful dress, "and this is Diane Drexler, she owns the floor below the penthouse."
"Good evening, ladies, Dr. Rutherford. I am the prospective buyer of the penthouse of your building."
After some small talk while they waited for their food, he impressed the two women with his language skills. It turns out that Mrs. Drexler also studied in Oxford and was an avid gardener while Mrs. Rutherford was a former chef. Dr. Rutherford was happy to let his wife speak for him. The discussion became about cooking, gardening and Harry's time in Oxford. Luckily, he was able to recall information about his past. He did not know where those came from. He made a mental note to ask the founders later. By the time they got to dessert, they were all on a first name basis. Harry has thoroughly charmed the older trio. He promised to email Liz his recipe for treacle tart while he will be promised to give Diane some of the secret fertilizer (dragon dung) he uses. The trio all thought Harry was a remarkable young man with a bright future ahead of him, a good replacement for the rude actress.
When he got back to the suite, he immediately conversed with the founders.
"When I was having dinner, we got into a conversation about my years in Oxford and my youth. I was able to answer them without any problems. What I am curious about is that I am confident that the answers I gave were truthful."
Rowena gave him an uncharacteristic smirk. "Of course you gave them the truth. As far as the world is concerned, people knew you and they can attest to that because they did know you. You were in their lives and they can remember facts about your conversations, mannerisms and your personality because they actually lived it. You were also given a set of memories from the time you were young until the second you woke up on your first day here. It all buried deep in your subconscious and also located in your mindscape as memories of Harry Potter, Master of Modern Languages."
"Okay. You left it out on purpose didn't you? And won't it give split personality or something?"
"Yes we left it out of your briefing. Life gets boring if you already know it all. And don't be daft. The Creator set it up so you will not mix up the two sets of memories!"
Salazar was laughing aloud now while the other three just smiled at Harry's embarrassed smile.
The next few days settled down to a comfortable routine. He got up early then he ate breakfast in the coffee shop of the hotel. He would spend the rest of the day touring New York on foot. The realtor and his bank were able to quickly close the deal on the penthouse. The previous owner has already left for Paris so Harry was able to make a few adjustments and minor repairs to the penthouse with the help of Dobby and Darry. Darry and Harry spend a lot of time measuring and planning the interior design of the house with Winky's expert guidance.
By the time Harry moved in, the penthouse looked like a turn of the century mansion although the furniture was not too gaudy. Rosy the elf who loves gardening managed to turn half the rooftop into a beautiful garden which got Diane green with envy.
Harry did shop for some modern conveniences like TV's and a home entertainment system along with light fixtures. He was glad that he had long ago learned how to use rune to absorb the ambient magic of Harry and the elves so that electronics would not be fried when they used magic. Harry also taught the elves how to draw their magic into their core. It made their magic less volatile to electronics and also makes their magical presence almost undetectable if one isn't used to their magic.
When Harry was asked by Pete to come in during a formal fund raiser for UNICEF, he got to meet the Secretary General of the UN along with the current head of the UN Security Council. He was able to impress them both with his skills and how Harry handled the formalities. Little did they know that Harry got Neville who learned from Dame Longbottom herself on how to act like a lord. Besides, he was British; he knew how to be polite. He also got a crash course on courtly etiquette and decorum from the ghosts of Hogwarts.
He was given a month to settle his personal affairs like moving in to his new apartment and acclimatizing himself to New York and to read through the various briefing books he would need to learn along with more protocols for dealing with powerful people and heads of state.
The first year and a half of Harry in NYC and working for the UN went by fast. Although he was already a good shot with a pistol, he pretended to let himself be trained during his off hours by the security officers he befriended. He got to know them after Pete introduced him to the group in an office party in his second month of working. He became well known for bringing excellent bar-chow to parties. Harry also demonstrated his proficiency in Aikido and Judo which he officially learned from private classes in Oxford. He was recognized as not the average rich desk weenie. He also bought a small 100 acre vineyard in Napa Valley for the elves. He purchased it from the same realtor he used to buy the penthouse. Harry warded it so thoroughly the elves say they French chateau style mansion had its own visible aura after he finished.
He sold some gold he created to refiners so that he can recoup the money he spent on his two residences and the nice car he bought. He asked Tobin the elf who specialized in smithing to mint them first into Spanish conquistador era coins and bars. No questions were asked about where got them due to discrete low powered compulsion charms. This source of income he deposited into Swiss banks to hide the trail of money since Swiss banks were notoriously tight lipped when it comes to their depositors' privacy.
Two months before Harry's second anniversary on the job, an event happened that brought Harry on to the radar of SHIELD.
(A/N: Although in reality the UN Security Council changes its president every month and is chosen from every member nation, in this reality, they are chosen every three years from the five permanent Security Council members. The UN Security Council is from now on abbreviated to UNSC; the president will be referred to simply as the head.)
The US ambassador to the UN, who is also the head of UNSC, was hosting a benefit for the UN Peacekeepers. It was also the eve of the vote to send peacekeepers to the Sudan. The ambassador was one of the main supporters of the peacekeeping mission to the Sudan so tensions were high.
As threats have always been part and parcel of the job, Julie Cross, a still young and vibrant woman of thirty seven with brown hair and a slender build, barely gave a threat to take the ambassador hostage any credence. The threat has been thought to originate from dissidents from Sudan who did not wish for UN peacekeepers to come to Sudan. The threat has not yet been confirmed. Since the ambassador was still unmarried and had no children, she did not have anyone at risk hence her brave and fool hardy stance of having just one bodyguard following her during the event. She reasoned that there were enough security forces scattered in the venue from the UN's own security arm and from the various dignitaries invited.
Harry noticed three waiters acting suspiciously. They were noticeably nervous although they hid it well. They were also less proficient at their job; they were unable to pour drinks properly, and they were sweating heavily even in the centralized air conditioning of the place.
He motioned to Robert Franklin, the ambassador's bodyguard, to keep an eye on the three waiters. Harry noticed them split up after whispering for a moment. He nudged Robert, who also happened to be his pistol marksmanship instructor, who acknowledged his warning. Five minutes later, Harry noticed two of the waiters approaching the US ambassador's table. He palmed the knife he used for the meal and discretely cast a temporary sharpening charm on the knife. He saw one of the waiters give a nod to someone behind them.
A Glock was pressed behind the ambassador's back. To her credit, she did not lose her composure. She tried to communicate with them calmly to stall for time.
"Who are you and why are you doing this?" asked Cross.
The one behind her answered menacingly. "We are the Guardians of Sudanese Freedom! We will not allow you to take control of our country!"
Many of the guests have escaped while some were forced to take cover wherever they can. Harry noticed that they were being isolated from the security forces.
"We demand that a helicopter bring us to the nearest airport. We also require a plane to bring us to Sudan or we will as many as possible."
Harry made eye contact with Rob then said, "YOU LEFT us no choice. I am RIGHT."
This made no sense to Cross and the terrorists but it made sense to Rob. After a silent count of 1-2-3, Harry swiftly elbowed the terrorist behind Cross with his right elbow and used a modified unlocking charm with his left hand to disassemble the gun behind Cross. He threw the knife he palmed with his right hand then positioned his body to cover the ambassador's front. The knife went deep into one of the left hand side terrorist's eye while Rob tackled the one on the right. A shot was fired by the terrorist with only one eye left due to muscle reflex which was fortunately shot downwards. The bullet impacted on the floor. Harry swiftly kicked the gun away from the dying enemy. He also landed a kick to the bits of the terrorist he elbowed. Security forces immediately entered the hallway to secure Cross and bind the terrorists.
Less than six minutes elapsed from the time the ambassador was taken hostage.
What followed was four hours of debriefing which consisted of Harry and Rob repeating themselves to various intelligence agencies. They explained that they usually gamed out what if scenarios. They also discussed a few ways they can communicate plans openly, like what they did against the two terrorists.
Steps were taken to minimize Harry's heroics. Officially, Rob and Harry were credited with the takedown of the terrorists with the roles reversed. Harry taking down the right side terrorist and Rob took down the other two using Harry's methods.
When Harry got home to the penthouse, he immediately teleported to his Napa home to reassure the elves and the founders. They just shook their heads at Harry's people saving thing.
Walking into the office the following Monday, Harry got respectful nods from the security guys and a loud applause when he went to his office in the translator's section. A bit after lunch, he was called into the Ambassador's office.
"Good afternoon, Harry. Have you had lunch yet?"
"Not yet, Ma'am. I was just finishing up some reports when I was asked to report to your office."
"Good. You can join my friend and I for lunch. I'm buying. Consider it a small token of my appreciation for saving my life."
"No thanks necessary, Ambassador. Anyone would do what I did."
"As you Brits say, bollocks! No one else stuck their neck out when it happened. I just feel bad that Security is taking most of the credit for your actions."
"They are good guys. Rob, I mean Robert Franklin was the one who taught me how to shoot. Besides, I'd hate to be in the limelight."
"Let me prepare you a bit before we go meet my friend. He's a patriot and like you, he's willing to risk much for the security of others. He's a bit intense, gruff and paranoid but his heart is in the right place. Remember what the first qualities are so that you can ignore the other descriptions I said."
They went to the executive dining room for the higher ranked officials of the UN. Ambassador Cross entered first. The steward brought them to a booth in the back of the room. After they were comfortably situated, Harry studied the man across from him. The man in the dark suit had a receding hairline and thinning brown hair. He was of medium build and had an unremarkable face, someone who can blend in anywhere.
"Good afternoon, Madam Ambassador, Mr. Potter"
"Good afternoon too Agent Coulson. Harry, this is Phil Coulson. He works for the UN's security arm. We would like to talk to you about further training."
"Good afternoon Mr. Coulson. Please call me Harry. Why do I need training? For what? Not that I am opposed to it, per se."
Agent Coulson handled the questions. "Harry, please call me Phil. Madam Ambassador sees potential in you Harry, and I agree. We were appraised by Mr. Franklin regarding your excellent skills with a handgun. He sang your praises. You are also an expert in unarmed combat from your training in Aikido and Judo. You are also in great physical condition according to your annual physical. Yet people underestimate you because of your kind and unassuming nature. Your placement in the head of the UNSC's office serves as an extra security there that would be unknown to everybody else. The training we are offering is a way to build upon your current skill set. We would train you in undercover work and counter-intelligence. We would also work with you weapons proficiency."
"That is interesting. Am I correct in my understanding that I would be retained in my current posting and nothing else is required? Just a safety net in the office?"
"If you are interested in other skills, we can help with that too. Do you have any request?"
"I am currently learning Egyptian Hieroglyphics and some rune based writings from the Viking era but I think I have that covered on my own. I would really like to learn how to blow things up. Training on explosives and how to disarm them. Blowing things up would be a bonus," Harry gave them a childlike smile.
"That can be arranged. Maybe I can join you in blowing up stuff," Phil gave a small laugh at Harry's expression. "I think you training would be for just a few months. Longest part maybe on the explosives. You will be on personal leave of two months. It will be spent doing physical training for part of the morning while the rest of the day will be used solely for the explosives training. After the two month leave, you will work here part of the day while we train you on the other stuff. We should be finished within another three to four months."
"I think my office can spare you for two months, Harry. Let's say you are needed in Connecticut to sort out a mess with your inheritance. We'll cover your half days as refresher training on protocol etc with the US State Department."
"When do we start?"
Meanwhile, on the SHIELD Helicarrier:
A beautiful dark haired woman with a lithe body entered the office of her boss. "Director Fury, Agent Coulson and the ambassador has finished their lunch with the linguist. Coulson reports that Mr. Potter has agreed to the training. He also said that the linguist requested training on explosives."
A bald, powerfully built black man with an eye patch turned from the window he was looking out of. "Good. This Potter is a good candidate for a position in SHIELD. We'll see how he does on his training."
"The surveillance videos we have from the hostage situation is inconclusive. He used on hand to disassemble a Glock in the hands of a terrorist. I do concede that based on the other video recordings on his unarmed combat and pistol training, he is pretty good. I think he might be holding back in his hand to hand training."
"I agree. That will be all, Agent Hill. Thank you."
As Agent Maria Hill left the room, Director Fury mused to himself silently. 'You are a mystery, Harry Potter. Something tells me you have a part to play in this world. I will keep an eye on you.' He smiled inside at his small joke.