Hullo! Thanks for all the reviews and follows! Took a while to get this up as it's extra-long and I got my friend (Joy Ocean) to beta read for me. Don't fear though, there's plenty more SHIELD business, some 'nice' terrorists called the Ten Rings. I even included a man by the name of Tony S.! (Who you might know)

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Harry Potter or Marvel I'd be living in a replica of Hogwarts. Something that's a good use of money. I'd also be probably sitting on a throne dressed in a SHIELD uniform. And pretending to be a queen, whilst calling everyone around me 'peasants' (another good use of time and money if I do say so myself!)

Chapter Four

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Little Whinging, Magnolia Walk Park. Up-In-A-Tree. February 16th 2011, 1:20 PM.

Hali was not having a tantrum like her parents may claim, she had simply gotten very, very mad and run off. She'd gone to the nearby park after the disastrous lunch party. It was not a tantrum! She considered herself mentally seventeen, not counting the years she spent as a child. And seventeen was much too old for tantrums.

It wasn't just the general situation that reminded her of when she was in 5th year, when she had been yearning for more information on what Voldemort was up too. But she was even in the exact same park in which Dudley had taunted her. So talk about déjà vu to the extreme in this situation.

She wouldn't be taking out her anger by climbing a tree if Lily hadn't insisted on reuniting with her lovely sister Petunia. And the word lovely was coated in so much sarcasm it was slimy, slimy as Hippogriff spit. If someone asked her how she knew how slimy Hippogriff slobber was, she'd kindly point out that Buckbeak seems to be part camel in that regard.

Anyway, call her outburst of frustration a tantrum all you want, but Hali had no regrets for storming off to the park. As was expected, Lily's late Valentine's Day reunion went awfully.

At first, it was fine. Everyone was behaving cordially-ish together, apparently Vernon and Petunia were much nicer here than in her home dimension. Even Dudley was being kind to her, as he wasn't trained from his toddling ages to hate her. But then...thinly veiled insults were flung, and James and Sirius took personal offense to that.

They really shouldn't have started verbally attacking Lily, because when Lily started crying… well, the yelling match (that surprisingly Peter, of all people started) reminded Hali too much of her lonely and horrible years at Privet Drive.

And that was the story of why Hali was absently swinging her legs back and forth, stroking Nargles (her plush ginger cat) while sitting in a tree.

Hali was expecting her parents to notice her absence very quickly, but it wasn't as though she hadn't left without telling anyone.

She told her cousin the pig where she was heading off too, and that counted. Right? Sure he didn't look like a human (more like a whale than a young boy), but he was certainly a human.

In fact, when Ron suggested he might be some kind of magical creature in fourth year. Hali took the chance and snuck some potions from Snape's stores, potions that determined if the person taking them was a human.

To her disappointment, Dudley was in fact a human boy. Even though the potion took a bizarrely long time to decide, and Ron said that meant Dudley clearly had some pig genes.

No one, not even Hermione, knew when or how Ron learned enough about science to know what a gene was. Considering he'd screamed the first time he experienced the flushing of an automatic toilet in a Muggle bathroom.

They had to assure people that Ron was traumatized from working in a water bottle factory, (not her best excuse, Hali would later admit) and hated the sound of churning water.

Now that she'd distracted herself with happy memories of Ron being terrified, she was tranquil and joyous enough to head back to the warzone of Number 4.

Hali pulled her legs up, getting ready to jump off her thin branch and land with style, but apparently she hadn't learned from The Great Swing Incident of Mysticprunce Park.

Because, as she jumped into the air falling gracefully, she landed in the most disgruntled, and unflattering way possible. In other words, she'd fallen on her butt.

Oops.

There were only a few people milling around the park, so she picked herself up and tried to pretend that nothing happened. She was accidentally mimicking what Stephen-The-Fat-Cat did when he ran into their house's sliding glass doors.

Unfortunately, just like with Stephen, someone noticed her mishap and started laughing. Somehow attracting the attention of nearly the entire park by doing this.

"I'M OK." Hali yelled to everyone, dusting herself off, nonverbally using a spell to vanish the dirt.

That was her newest wandless trick, though it wasn't perfect. In fact far from it, seeing as every time she vanished something it didn't go into nonexistence like it was supposed to – but instead teleported somewhere random.

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United States of America, Stark Mansion. Kitchen. February 16th 2011, 1:25 PM.

Across the ocean in the United States of America, Tony Stark sneezed as a cloud of dirt hit him in the face. "What the –" He exclaimed, looking around his otherwise pristine beachside mansion with bewilderment.

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Back at the park, Hali shrugged. Hoping it didn't hit someone… like that piano she'd practiced vanishing on. (A bad idea to begin with. She didn't know what she had been thinking)

She shuddered at the memory of that poor sods horrific 'accident'. Being a nice girl, she'd anonymously paid for the man's medical bills, and sent lots of flowers and cards.

Many, many, many flowers and plenty of 'Sorry I dropped a piano on your head' cards.

Shaking her head of those thoughts, she waved away the small gathered crowd. And started speed walking away, trying not to show that she was limping from her fall (and unknowingly mimicking the cat again).

It was a nice day out, the clouds let the sun peek out behind them. A warm breeze ruffled the thin trees in the park, and Hali set off down the grassy lawn of the park, towards Number 4 Privet Drive.

She couldn't be sure how long she'd been away, but considering the last she'd seen James he was red in the face with anger it was surely a yelling match by now.

But Hali didn't particularly wanting to hurry up and go back into what was surely a gruesome battlefield. A battle between her family, a whale, a pig, and a giraffe. Those zoo animals formally were known as Vernon, Dudley, and Petunia.

Hali spun around in circles as she skipped down the sidewalk, (Making sure not to put pressure on her bad leg) humming a song from a popular wizard band.

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Hali was back at Privet Drive in nearly no time at all, she twisted around on the sidewalk to look towards where Mrs. Figg's house had been in her home dimension, feeling nostalgic.

But the old squib wasn't there looking after her anymore, in fact it seemed that Mrs. Figg's house now belonged to someone completely different. Hali could tell because instead of Mrs. Figg's usual messy garden littered with cat poo and potato plants that no one dared eat (they had been an ugly purple color somehow), now there was a cutesy garden with only pink and purple flowers and bird fountains and it was all sickly cute.

Hali immediately hated the residents. They'd stolen Mrs Figg's house, and that destroyed a sense of normalcy in this crazily different dimension.

One thing that still would always surprise Hali was the small yet important things that weren't right. And Hali didn't like it as it made her open her eyes to that she was truly so far away from

If Hali was honest, she'd say that the Neville of this world was nice, sweet, and a good kid. But the only issue was that this wasn't her Neville, he wasn't that boy that had lost a toad. So it wasn't the same at all.

Just like the Luna of this world wouldn't be the same, because - as Dumbledore said. Your choices make you who you are, and this world's version of Neville and Luna hadn't and wouldn't have to make the same decisions. And thus they weren't truly her best friends, more like badly made copies.

Hali paused in trailing her usual steps to Number 4, the steps she'd never forgotten from her many years living here. And she thought about how so many things were wonderful, and so many things weren't.

Shaking out of her thoughts as they were getting too dark for her liking, she petted Nargles and imagined Luna talking to her, telling her not to be so silly and to enjoy this new opportunity.

So, with a Luna-like smile she started to twirl and dance as she walked. Taking the time to be sentimental, pointing out spots to Nargles where she'd played once upon a time, like in that ditch was where she'd enjoyed splashing in the rain water that gathered there.

There was of course the bad spots, like by that tall gangly tree Dudley had beat her up when she was eight.

Hali smiled somewhat sadly, even though Ron said she forgave too easily. He wasn't totally wrong, but she hated Vernon, and really disliked Petunia. However with Dudley… Dudley was just 'eh'.

Actually, that defined her feelings for him perfectly.

She didn't like him, because even she didn't forgive that easily. But she also didn't hate him, as he was only how he was because of Hali, and his parent's idiotic viewpoints on how to raise a child.

It was Hali's fault because, as seen in this dimension, if she hadn't lived here Petunia wouldn't have encouraged Dudley to beat Hali up. Thus allowing Dudley not to learn from early on that punching was a good thing.

Shaking her head of those thoughts, she continued skipping around in circles, chattering to Nargles as though it were Luna.

Ok, so she was definitely stalling, not wanting to go back to Number 4.

Now unfortunately, because she was getting so dizzy from twirling, she didn't notice her normal Thestral guard neighing in agitation. Nor did she notice the large black van that slowly, and in near complete silence, snuck up on her like a great large beast.

Hali only twisted around when she heard a slam, and found herself scarily close to the van with its side doors wide open. She took a few quick steps backward on the sidewalk at once, ready to call her wand to her at any given moment.

But she really didn't want to have to do damage control just because she used magic in front of a Muggle. Especially if the Muggle was just someone parking their daunting looking van and minding their own business.

There was a sound of feet and she tried to look behind her, where the noise came from. But when she tried twisting her head, she found she couldn't. One second everything was fine, and the next someone was tightly grabbing her face, stopping her from looking around. And another person quickly coming to assist keeping the wiggling girl quiet.

Panic reached Hali, she struggled for a moment, not knowing what to do now that she was the hostage for once. The issue was that she wasn't in her teenage body, she was tiny and weak against beefy men like these.

A rag was shoved over her mouth, and she held her breath. Trying not to breath in the smelly, disgusting thing. At the same time as she struggled not to breathe, Hali's mind worked frantically to figure how she hadn't seen these kidnappers coming.

But, just as the thought flashed through her mind, she saw a second van hidden on the side of the road like a cat about to pounce. Its doors were also wide open, meaning the first car had been a distraction whilst someone snuck up behind her.

She took in an odd gasp of air at her understanding, accidentally taking in the stench of whatever was on that horrible rag, she called her Elder Wand to her immediately. Her hands shook as she tried to get a firm grasp on the wand, and then the world seemed to spin.

But her precious wand clattered to the ground, and rolled away as she started losing consciousness.

Hali's hand reached out into the blurriness that was all she could see, trying wandless magic. Only to find that disciplining her mind (something she needed to do for a spell) was impossible in this situation.

A hand grabbed Nargles out of her's, and bizarrely she panicked most of all at this, deliriously convinced they'd capture Luna, that they'd stolen her lovely innocent Luna from her.

The last thing she remembered doing was trying to yell for help, hopefully drawing her family from their house. And not have a naïve Muggle try to help, only to be defenseless against whatever magic was in the (clearly magical) rag.

Then her body went slack in the kidnapper's arms, the two men nodded to each other. Exchanging cruel smirks, they hefted up Hali's body and carted her away, her head lolling around in her unconscious state.

Somewhere in the skies above the unmoving body, three dozen Thestrals growled with the promise of sweet, sweet revenge of whoever dared touch their precious Hali.

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Little Whinging, Magnolia Walk. The sidewalk. February 16th 2011, 1:31 PM.

Natasha Romanova, dressed in pedestrian clothes that blended in with the people around her, was currently walking hurriedly down Privet Drive.

Potter had last been seen over in this general location and while normally Natasha wouldn't be walking so quickly, because looking like you were in a hurry meant you attached more unwanted attention, right now she was more determined to get to Potter. Elsewise the infamous Ten Rings terrorist group might get to her first.

She speed walked over to where the girl was supposed to be, on Privet Drive visiting family. (How Fury got this information she didn't know.)

The street was too normal, so average and overly boring that Natasha felt suspicious of the entire place. It was like a nuke town, with houses that were perfectly depicting a calm suburban lifestyle.

Natasha was just reaching Number 4, where the Potter girl should be visiting when a ruckus arose from a street away. Natasha felt unease prickle her neck and she ran towards the noise.

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When Natasha arrived, it was clearly too late.

She could see a van screeching in the opposite direction of Privet drive, leaving only an ornate stick that she knew to be Potter's. And dark tire tracks that let her know the gist of what had happened. Clearly the girl had been ambushed and kidnapped.

Natasha swore with gusto, her colorful language enough to make a sailor faint right off their boat.

Growling with a mixture of annoyance and anger, she touched her earpiece, establishing the connection between herself and SHIELD.

"What's happened?" Fury barked at her through the communication system, probably having his sixth sense of 'something's wrong' act up.

"Well Sir, Hali Potter has been kidnapped, taken into a large black van. Couldn't get the license plate as it was covered with paint. Just as you'd suspected the Ten Rings are likely behind it. I have no solid proof of the perpetrators identity. Should I follow?" She said, her keen eyes making notes of where the van had gone.

She wasn't about to let a terrorist group have full rain on a small girl, even if said girl was a high threat.

Fury could be heard yelling to some people in his gruff voice, probably relieving some of the stress he'd been feeling lately. Most of that stress was because of Stark, not to mention the Hulk. (Natasha internally glared at the mere mention of that horrifying monstrosity.)

"Follow but do not attempt to engage. Get the location of where she's being held if you can." Fury could be heard talking to Phil Coulson in the background, by the sound of it Phil was recommending something that Fury really didn't like.

"I'll have to ask Stark for a… favor." Fury spat the word 'favor' like a vile curse word. "He has the most experience with the Ten Rings after all." By now Natasha was almost amused. Fury sounded like he was convincing himself that it was necessary to puff up Stark's ego. Not like it would make much of a difference, she swore that man's ego was bigger than his net worth. In all honestly, Natasha didn't want to work with Stark either. He was too random for her to properly assume what he was going to do.

But right now none of that mattered, what mattered was not letting those two vans get away.

She sprinted over to a fast looking car in one of the cookie cutter style houses. The reason she went for this one, and not one closer to where she was. Was that this looked much nicer and more expensive, in other words. It would be faster, Natasha flung open the unlocked car-door, finding it all too easy to hotwire it to work to her wishes.

Natasha stomped on the gas pedal and the car vroomed in response. With the noise of squealing tires, the car backed up quickly – trampling the neat garden of the brick house.

As the car hightailed it away, a small group of three dashed out of the boring looking house yelling obscenities.

A different family followed confusedly after them, looking around at the damage with raised eyebrows.

"Hey… Where's Hali?" Peter said, raising his voice over Vernon's rant.

Lily paled drastically, and even more flowers were destroyed on this faithful day as Lily's mother instincts kicked in, crushing the flowers as she dashed away to look for her missing daughter. Vernon roared in anger, and Petunia was shaking with rage at the destruction of the flowers. The entire Potter family, including all the surrogate uncles, followed suit, Sirius taking extra care to stomp on as many flowers as possible as he ran off to find his goddaughter.

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United States of America, Stark Mansion. The office. February 16th 2011, 2:04 PM.

Tony Stark was in his house (read: mansion), currently trying to figure out how the dirt managed to get in.

As he re-watched the footage from his private security footage for fiftieth time, he decided to take a break.

He wasn't giving up, that was a ridiculous assumption.

He was… simply taking an extended break from the SCIENTIFICALLY-IMPOSSIBLE-SPONTANEOUSLY APPEARING-DIRT. He took a deep breath after ranting that in his mind, feeling put out that he couldn't figure something this simple out.

Tony gave an irritated look towards his camera (*cough* he pouted *cough*), then stood up and stretched out his back. Getting the pleasing sensation of it cracking, Tony pushed with pricy chair away from his equally pricy desk.

He was going to go and grab some lunch, maybe even get some takeout.

Already fantasizing on how to make a dramatic entrance to Burger King, preferably with lots of fireworks – he gave a start when his cell phone rang.

He rolled his eyes, and fully prepared to pretend he wasn't here. (Unless it was Pepper calling, because she always knows why he didn't answer. It's really creepy actually.)

"I know you're there Stark." Agent Phil Coulson's voice was tinged with the robotic sound phone calls gave. Tony could almost see Phil's permanently amused smile on his face as he spoke.

"No you don't." Tony said in response, putting his Stark phone on speaker and exiting the office to raid his own kitchen.

"Well I do now." Phil pointed out, and Tony rolled his eyes, a contrast to his entertained smirk on his face.

"What do you want, or rather, what does SHIELD want now?" Tony said impatiently, looking at his watch, his eyebrows rose and he made a face.

He had a meeting soon, if he could remember from what Pepper told him.

Actually it might be the next week, now that he thought about it. He made a mental note to 'forget' to ask Pepper when it was, that way he wouldn't have to go. It was only another meeting of rich people trying to buy his Iron Man suit.

Tony exited his sleek modern office, walking through a wide hallway with windows that looked out at his private beach, heading for the large, sweeping staircase. He turned his attention back to the phone call in his hand.

"What'd you say?" Tony said, realizing he hadn't even been listening – too busy trying to figure out to say no to those persistent sods, who kept bugging him for sales.

Phil's voice was completely serious very abruptly, so much so that Tony did a theatrical double take.

"As you're someone who knows the Ten Rings personally, more than nearly anyone else," Tony glared at the phone for bringing that up. But he kept listening, trying to think of why he was getting a horrible feeling about this. "We'd like you to give us some assistance on how best to rescue someone they've kidnapped." Phil said, waiting for some form of answer.

Tony nodded vigorously, only to stop once he remembered that Phil couldn't see him.

"I'll do whatever I can." Tony said immediately, despite what many would say, he did have a heart. And Tony didn't believe anyone should have to go through being held captive by the Ten Rings.

The torture they inflicted was bad enough on someone like him, but who was this other person they'd captured? He guessed, as it was SHIELD talking, that it was some top agent, able to hold their own while he made plans to get them out of wherever they were.

"What's the background info? Gimme all you got." Tony demanded, already going over how to do this rescue operation with style. (Gotta look good of for the fans.)

"Well we know where the girl's being held, and Director Fury would like you to give some tips on getting her out."

Tony blinked for a long moment, his genius brain caught up on what Phil said after a few seconds.

"A girl?" He said incredulously, before addressing the other issue Phil presented. "And some tips? No, I can do so much more than be some advice robot. Lemme go and blast into their stronghold, grab the lady, and get out. Easy as pie; well actually I've never made pie. But Pepper has, so how hard can it be?" Tony blinked, he was pretty sure he had been rambling.

"You can't." Phil said, and judging from Phil's amusement – Tony had indeed been rambling.

"Ah… but I think I can. You see, it's America. You know? Land of the free and all that jazz." Tony said, he needed to weasel the information out of Phil so he could rescue this girl. Hacking SHIELD would take too much time after all, and he wanted to know how to do this right now.

"So… a girl you say?" Tony fished for information.

"Yeah, bad business all that. The girl's name is Hali Potter, she's being held in some kind of temporary base in London. So no, actually it's not the land of the free. Potter's probably going to be moved in a few days." Phil said, being surprisingly forgoing with the information.

Oh… wait. Tony could have kicked himself just then, this was Phil Coulson. A professional spy, he obviously wouldn't just tell Tony this unless he wanted too.

Smiling lightly, smug he'd figured out someone of value Tony continued his not-so-innocent questioning. "Ahh… and where it London would that place be?" He questioned, smirk in full play.

"Pigmenhorn Avenue weird name I know, and the address is the most magical number. It's a very nice place… good for a vacation." Phil said, and now Tony definitely knew that there must be some reason why Phil wasn't being direct. Why not tell him to go get his suit and rescue the damsel? Instead of all this flitting around the questions and giving not-answers.

"Ah… that this girl. She's what? Twenty-seven? Twenty? Nineteen? Single?" Tony joked, and mentally cringed at that. Oops. Hopefully Phil wouldn't take it personally, unless he had a special lady friend… Tony's mind shot to that possibility. It could be true…. hmm… he'd need to find out with careful subtle questions.

"Soooooo….you know her well? You ah…. partners in crime? You know. In love?" Tony said with a smirk, that wasn't as subtle as he hoped but it didn't matter. He was taking the stairs down two at a time – because no one has time for all those gleaming marble steps.

"That's disturbing it more ways than one Stark." Phil said, amusement slowly vanishing from his voice to be replaced by Serious-Phil. (Someone who Tony hadn't taken a liking to.)

"Jeez, that bad of a looker, eh?" Tony blurted out, not being able to help himself.

There was a small pause on the other end of the phone before – as though expecting Tony to do something rash – Phil continued it a slightly cautious tone.

"No, that's not it. The girl we're discussing is about six, too young for me." A small breathy huff of amusement was heard on the other end of the phone call, but Tony didn't care.

The phone in question had fallen from Tony's grasp in a rare show of complete horror.

There was a little kid with the Ten Rings.

There was a tiny little girl with the Ten Rings.

He repeated those faithful words in mantra in his mind. It was a horrifying prospect. Bad enough that a man, woman, or a teenager – heck, bad if anyone were in the hands of the Ten Rings.

But a tiny young girl?

His Mark IV suit came crashing through the floor beneath him, and the parts connected to him like a second layer of skin. Quickly, piece by gleaming metal piece he donned his Iron Man suit.

"JARVIS? Call Pepper, tell her… I'm going to take a nice ol' vacation to London for a while. Make sure she knows that uh… it's very important." Tony said lamely, hiding something from Pepper would likely get him lectured and yelled at, he'd feel the wrath of her fiery temper when he got back.

"Of course sir. Are you sure you're risking it to lie, sir?" JARVIS asked, ever professional in its steady British voice.

"Yeah, yeah sure." Tony said, running off and crashing through his window. (He really needs to stop doing that, the window repair men were making a fortune off him.)

Behind him, on the floor was the long forgotten cell phone, and at the other end of the call. Phil was stretched out in his chair. A knowing quirk of the lips on his face.

"I deserve a promotion." He said with a tad of sarcasm.

"I just gave you one." Fury's deep voice came from behind him, ever serious.

"Another?" Phil said with a hopeful look.

Fury's mouth twitched into a smile.

"No can do Agent Coulson."

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Surrey, England, at Number 4 Privet Drive, Living Room. February 16th 2011, 5:03 PM.

Hali had vanished, the flowers were trampled, people were yelling, Hali had been kidnapped, and it was all very scary.

Private Drive was being taped off, witnesses were being questioned, and in the living room of Number 4 Privet Drive chaos was in the form of Peter's crazy friends.

Somehow the living room was still standing, how it was still not blown to bits was a mystery to Peter. But luckily the sickly brown and gray striped wallpaper didn't have as much as scratch. Peter twiddled his thumbs in a show of nerves as he sat on the puce floral patterned couch.

The moderately sized living room was now jam-packed with angry and anxious people, and that was without the Dursleys. (Who'd wisely abandoned ship, and went to the mall for the day. Trying to stay out of the way of a furious Potter family)

Lily was alternating between hysterical and determined (something truly horrifying to witness), James was switching from being freaked out or being desperate, and Sirius was just furious and vengeful. Remus was eerily calm, and intent on finding Hali. Whilst Peter was just very confused and worried.

All in all, it was turning out to be a pretty horrible day.

The Aurors had been called and were searching for the kidnapped girl, and it had been confirmed. Hali was certainly been kidnapped according to eyewitnesses.

Even the Muggle police had been called, because the person that did the kidnapping drove a van. That hinted towards Muggles, considering most wizards wouldn't even know how to make a phone call.

James was pacing back and forth in Number 4's living room, while Sirius was mumbling about blowing up whoever had kidnapped Hali.

Sirius had gone a tad insane at the thought of Hali being harmed, and personally Peter felt Sirius should get professional help.

Really, wasn't it overkill to continue blowing up someone's body once they'd already died? Because Sirius seemed to think that was a splendid idea, and Peter was very glad that he wasn't on the opposing end of Sirius's revenge. Luckily for Peter's safety, Peter hated violence and wouldn't dream of hurting anyone (he refused to kill anything bigger than a spider).

"Maybe… maybe we could just tell them not too – not too kidnap Hali again? And have the Aurors put the person in jail? So we'd all be happy…" Peter suggested meekly. As that sounded much better to him then brutally ripping out their intestines, like Remus calmly stated he would do. But Peter's peaceful idea was completely ignored by his homicidal friends.

Peter sighed, he should have listened to his dear mother and become friends with some nice stable people instead. Peter flinched away from Sirius as he burst into yet another angry 'what-I'm-going-to-do-with-whoever-took-Hali' rant.

"Wait!" Yelped James very abruptly, causing Peter to squeak in surprise. James snapped his fingers, and something that could be considered a smile appeared on his face. Peter turned his startled eyes onto his crazy friend.

James hadn't attempted a smile since Hali had been abducted, so clearly James had finally lost his mind. Ready to fire-call St. Mungo's at any given moment (he had them on standby to take care of his friends since First Year), Peter watched warily as James did a creepy giddy dance.

"I still had the tracker on Hali!" He squealed, tugging at his hair with a truly maniacal expression. Lily stopped giving helpful ideas to Sirius on just how to take off the poor kidnapper's fingers and stared at James. She was starting to go red, a sign of anger that James didn't seem to realize for some reason.

"Isn't that great!" James crowed, not noticing that Lily-the-angry-honey-badger was about to attack.

Peter would normally warn his not-too-bright friend about this, but Lily was too fast. And besides, Peter couldn't help but think that he deserved it for all the stress he'd caused.
"YOU IDIOT! YOU DIDN'T THINK TO MENTION THIS SOONER?! I CAN'TBELIEVE YOU!" Lily ranted, "YOU – YOU, I DON'T EVEN." Lily appeared at a loss for how to demonstrate how much she was irritated. "UGHHHHHHH!" Lily screamed in frustration, and the windows shatters. Peter sighed in disappointment, he had been so glad that he'd not be having to do damage control today. And judging by the steadily fraying rate of the ugly thick curtains, they'd be a lot of repairs to make.

Remus glanced up from a book called 'How to Rescue Your Kidnapped Friend's Daughter for Dummies' He paused for a moment, taking in the scene, and proving that he'd been listening all along, comments;

"I should eat you right now," in a deceptively mild voice.

James looked nervous, "Don't kill me!" He squeaked. "I have so much to learn! Like what an aeerooplin is, or what in Merlin's name a compooti is. And- and- and just how old Dumbledore is! The greatest mystery of all!"
"Airplane, James. It's called an airplane and the other ones a computer James." Lily said tiredly. "And if you listened to me you'd already know what a computer is." She seemed to be purposefully ignoring the Dumbledore question.

James shrugged, "That's beside the point! I have a tracker on Hali, because I forgot to take it off when we went Valentine's shopping yesterday! So all I have to do is use the rune stones she hopefully still has, and voila! I can just follow the red line to her."

Peter cheered, glad that the St Mungo's Healers wouldn't need to be called on for his murderous friends.

At least for another year.

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In a giant scary warehouse, Hali's Jail-cell. February 16th 2011, 7:54 PM.

"Join us or die Potter! We need your powers, together we can rule the world. World peace is stupid, war is better. Causing a world war will nations to unite! Then we can rip out their friend's hearts in front of them, making them really scared! And –" The man stumbled in his wording, "And we rule over them all. Forever, in eternal glory we will be the victors! Going down in histo-"

"Nope." Hali said, shaking her head. "Nu-uh." She said again when he looked disappointed. Hali really didn't know at this point how many times they'd try to convert her to whatever weird cult they belonged to. The guy in front of her was the worst at convincing so far, and that was saying something.

When the first person failed to convince her with his melodramatic rant about world domination, they kept sending it more people to try. Again…. and again... And again they kept attempting to get her to join them.

But Hali really wasn't interested in eternal glory, she'd had that before from the Triwizard Tournament. Yep. Been there, done that. Maybe on a good day she'd join just to get a new experience. Then dramatically backstab whoever the cult and run off to the good guys (though at this point she's not really sure who those would be).

But right now, she was having a bad day. So she really didn't want too.

Besides, they weren't treating her nicely; her concrete jail cell that everybody was crowded in was proof of that.

The man trying to convince her looked personally offended, then there was a large bang, and dizzying sensation. "OW!" She managed to squeak, before she felt a ringing sensation. There was a flash of a familiar office in Hel's dimension, and then another delirious feeling.

"Really?" Complained Hali as she got up, only for another bullet to hit her head, and she died…. again.

The person who'd attacked moaned in horror as Hali just picked herself up from the floor with an annoyed look. "Can you ple-"another bang and she died, her body rag-dolling to the ground.

"-ase stop do-" four more bangs in a row as the panicked terrorist squealed like a pig when she got to her feet again, brushing off the lingering effects of death.

"ing that! For crying out loud lou-"

Machine guns opened fire on her, and flashes on pain wracked her small body and she died instantly, only to hop to her feet a moment later.

"LET ME FINISH SPEAKING!" She screamed in annoyance, bullets were painful – even if that pain only lasted a second until she died. But by now, these terrorists were really grinding her gears.

In the six or so hours she'd been here, all they'd done was give her cliché 'join us' speeches, ranting in other languages about people she didn't know. They tried to interrogate her; only to get really confused when she managed to twist their words into different questions. They feebly attempted to intimidate her with threats of torture (she'd laughed at, causing them to get creeped out, and thus they did not go through with that plan).

Now they were repeatedly killing her. Death was nauseating, not to mention very irritating.

"Thank you so much. Jeez, let me breathe." She said when they finally let her have a moment of peace. She took some deep breaths while glaring at the meek terrorists who were whispering to each other.

She blinked at them, suddenly noting there were more than before. Apparently when she was being murdered, backup had arrived.

"Is this a Threat Fifteen?" One of them whispered to another, frowning in confusion.

"No! It's definitely a Threat Twenty." The man's partner muttered with widened eyes.

Hali ignored them, still trying to figure out when they'd duplicated. Because really, with their camouflage (that she didn't understand, as she could clearly see them) military-esque outfits completed by black balaclavas (That covered nearly their entire face), Hali just couldn't tell them apart.

Her mind switched back to camouflage outfits, and she tried to figure out how they'd even hide in those clothes. Did they live in a jungle? She was sure they weren't in one right now, the distant hum of cars was telling enough. A mental image of these ridiculous looking men trying to hide behind a telephone pole in that getup appeared in her mind's eye. A disillusionment charm was so much better, or really any other method of magical invisibility.

But then again, these Muggle's weren't able to use those. Speaking of that, being kidnapped by Muggles was certainly embarrassing. She didn't see herself as too superior towards them, but really? Muggles? Hel would tease her about this for months, Hali gave a mental groan at that prospect.

She paused in her line of thinking, pondering how she'd gotten distracted so quickly.

She wisely shook her head to toss off her thoughts, going back to the situation at hand.

What she really needed right now, was Nargles. Then once she obtained her precious plushy, she'd be able to attempt escape. But she refused to leave any man behind… or cat in this case.

"Can I please have my cat? It's orange, fluffy… really, no one?" She stared out at her confused audience, trying to figure out how to persuade them. "I'll let you play twenty questions if you give me Nargles, that's my plushy by the way." She amended. Hali was evil and therefore wouldn't really answer their questions truthfully, but she couldn't feel guilty about it, these were cult terrorists after all.

Blank bewildered stares were her only response, and Hali sighed dramatically.

"Ugh. Fine, fine, I'll get it myself!" With that daunting choice of words, Hali send a wandless torture curse at the nearest terrorist. It was such an awful spell, that Auror's spent years training to overcome it. To learn not break within seconds, and spill all their dirty secrets.

To accomplish it wandless was impressive, though the reason for doing it without a wand was rather embarrassing. Though Hali could still feel the Elder Wands presence in her mind – it wasn't coming to her frantic summons.

Hali supposed this was because she hadn't banished it when she'd last used it, therefore it was still probably waiting in the middle of the sidewalk.

The whip of silver colored light came from her hand, the spell that not even Voldemort dared use. And the horrifying whip flashed through the air, hitting one of the masked terrorists in the stomach.

A gasp rippled the room, and everyone waited for something to happen.

The man had fallen to his knees was shuddering, as if he was trying not to make noise. Everyone next to him backed up, waiting for him to start screaming or to become possessed. One of the terrorists even covered his eyes with his hands.

"I didn't sign up for this! I just wanted to move out of mom's basement!" The cowardly cult member whimpered.

Hali rolled her eyes, she'd be watching with vindictive amusement when he cracked. Soon he would be spilling all his secrets to her, and no one could stop her! Hali giggled manically, only to wince when her normally evil laugh sounded adorable.

The man in the kneeling position couldn't take it anymore – of course he couldn't, Hali was surprised he'd lasted this long.

He let out a long, drawn out, horrifying noise in the quiet of the chamber Hali was kept in, and everyone winced (including Hali).

Because dang, did that guy have an ugly laugh.

The tickling charm (yes, something you learned in First Year was classified as a torture method) weakened the opponent: caused them to be unable to move, breathe, or scream.

Hali would have used a more impressive spell, but that was the only offensive wandless spell she could manage.

Besides even with all that guy had done, Hali couldn't help but feel a bit bad for him. Because whoever that man was, he was so getting fired after this.

Hali gave him a pitying look, before turning back to the other terrorists. Ready to give them the same treatment, only to have them start firing their guns at her again.

The usual nauseating feeling overcame her, and she appeared in Hel's office. She quickly saluted Hel, who'd just opened the door holding a coffee mug in her hand and was yawning. And Hali willed herself to the land of the living, her Master of Death powers caused her to return.

Hali groaned when she finally noticed the state of her clothes, there were bullet holes everywhere.

"I really liked this shirt!" she said indignantly, clambering to her feet again.

She ducked another flurry of bullets, and threw her hands up with irritation.

"I mean really! This shirt was expensive! And… oh no… you ruined my jumper as well. You people are complete prats!" She said, animatedly using her arms to express herself. "Mum's going to kill me! This was new as well!" Hali ranted, only to squeak and stop speaking when more bullets rained upon her.

With a startled 'eep!' she dived to the side.

"Bullies!" She complained, huffing out a breath of air while straightening up and trying to look like she hadn't made such a childish noise.

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A/N Well that was this chapter, its sixteen pages if you're curious (I always like knowing exactly how many pages are in a chapter). Please leave me your reviews and I'll personally try to respond to each and every one of you!

I'll be updating ASAP, most likely you'll be getting a new chapter on Thursday. (So sorry for the long wait, hope it's good enough for your fancy!)

IMPORTANT: If you want to know why SHIELD weren't just telling Tony to go and rescue Hali. That's because it's highly illegal for them to meddle in England's business. Especially if the reason you know what's going on in England, is because you have spies sneaking around. So they can easily say that Tony was just taking a 'vacation' over in London. And just-so happened to stumble across Hali in a predicament; that predicament called getting spawn-killed. :D