"Then I will let you do what you do so well, and turn in for the night." Harry walked out two blocks, before summoning the Knight Bus.

PBPB

Harry stepped off the Bus and ignored it vanishing into the night. He checked his pocket watch, 3:28 am, and mounted the steps of the Continental. As he opened the frosted glass door on his right, he was not surprised to see Zeus standing behind His desk.

"Is Management up?"

"You just missed her." The impeccably dressed man smiled at the lad. "She turned in just after you called for a dinner reservation."

"Please arrange for a wake-up call when she is ready for business." Harry returned to the lift, pressed the button for the third floor, and returned to his room,

As he closed the Door, John phased into his sight. "Not bad, kid." He tugged on his cuffs. "Now you relied on your armor too much. Only because you were double layered, did you not get a fatal wound." The Russian born ran his fingers through his hair. " I must ask about your pain tolerance though."

"Not tonight." Harry sneered.

He stripped to his boxers, tucking the 1911 under his pillow.

PBPB

The next morning, Found Harry and John in the gym, learning the physical side of John's Gun-fu. After being thrown around for three hours, Harry was summoned to The Manager's office.

Both John and Harry rode the lift to the thrift floor, and knocked on the door.

"Come." Harry pushed in, John on his heels.

The Leggy Manager was chewing on a cigar, unlit, as she was finishing up some paperwork.

"Ah, Maveth. Good." She smiled around the cigar. When Harry raised his hand to snap, she nodded. Harry snapped and she drew heavily on the head. "Just got off the phone with the Client. Turns out they wanted the books from the business."

"We were required to provide Dinner Reservations." Harry sneered. " They want the books, they pay double the cost for the Dinner Reservations. "

" I will let them know." A deep drag on the thumb thick stogy. "Are available for a courier run? It's a little bit of a tricky job. The people who are expecting the package might be a little reluctant to let you just walk out."

" Going to need more than a cab for this. A rental would do. If John will play Jeeves, we can do it this evening." Harry frowned. "Because this is a consultation as opposed to an appointment, the standard rates apply. But if I have to call for a Dinner Reservation, they pay double if not triple. If I have to Fill those Reservations myself, I am going to be pissed. I will collect the cost from both sides, coin, flesh, or blood. "

Kent sucked deeply as she drew back. " You are starting to scare me, Lad. I am beginning to think I am just making a monster here."

" Don't worry Ma'am. I have a Code. Everyone I have dealt with was a good target. I dealt with them cleanly, and with Honour."

Kent snorted. " The car will be out front in thirty. Make it Flashy." She waved them off.

PBPB

Twenty minutes later Harry boarded the lift, wearing both his Red coat and gold vest. He was carrying his empty doctor's valise in his left hand.

He had just up-turned the bag on his bed and shook it. He grabbed the Ak, and the full clips he had on him. He also threw in any Coins not in his vest, and the ammo for the pistols.

The Karambit hung under his left arm, between his side and the holster for the revolver. The kukri hung from the shoulder rigging down his back, just below his neck. His bracers held a pair of his six shooters with his battle wand up his right.

John was right behind him, a 9mm and 4 clips on his belt, a flick knife in his pocket.

As John took the keys and the front seat, Harry took the back seat on the other side. The car pulled away exactly 30 minutes after the job was assigned.

PBPB

Twenty minutes later the BMW pulled into a garage, and Harry exited as the car rolled to a stop. Looking around he approached the guy who looked to be in charge.

"The name is Maveth. I was told you have a package for me to deliver."

The bouncer looked down at him. "The Boss was expecting someone a bit… bigger."

" I can find my way across the City. That's more than most of the guys working here. "

The big guy laughed, before he picked up the phone, pressed a couple of buttons… "Boss… the courier is here… " then he grunted and hung up the phone. "Through the door, left down the hall, the Steele door on your right."

Harry nodded his thanks, moved through the door. A few quick steps, the hard leather soles echoing in the hall. He rapped on the door.

"Come."

Harry frowned as he pushed in. The woman was scowling at the account books before her. Not looking up, "So you are the courier."

As

Harry set the Gladstone bag on the edge of the desk. "So I was led to believe."

She peered up at him over her glasses. "Aren't you a bit… short?"

"I can cross the street without help." Harry smiled at her. "More than I can say about most of the guys out front."

She snorted. "And the red and gold?"

"So I can be seen so they know not to shoot." Harry shrugged. " You have something for me."

She nodded at the briefcase in the chair next to him. " A rival across town acquired something of great value to me, and the items in that case is the price for Him to return it to me. "

" All I need is the case and the address." Harry smiled at her.

She scribbled on a scrap of paper.

Tucking the paper into the inside pocket. Harry took his bag and the case. A nod to the woman and he left.

At the car, after closing the door behind him, he passed the scrap of paper to John.

John backed the car out and headed to the next stop.

PBPB

At a warehouse on the Docks.

The Black BMW glided in the open door.

As the car rolled to a stop, Harry opened his door and exited carrying both cases. As he checked the door closed, two punks, holding cricket bats, closed on him.

"Ah, bruh, the Name is Maveth. I am the courier."

"You just give it to us, we'll tell the boss you delivered it." The punk smiled, showing missing teeth.

"I am supposed to pick up something first." Harry smiled.

"What do you want with that Bint anyway?" The other punk sneered.

"Bint?" Harry Froze. "This a ransom exchange?"

"Yeah, what did you think it was?"

"Just a simple exchange of goods that She could not make for unspoken reasons. I didn't ask. My job is to deliver the case here for the Item your boss has acquired."

John rolled the window down. " Problem? "

" Looking like I am going to have to Operate." Harry spoke, his voice going cold. "You will know if I have made an Appointment. "

The punks, too scrawny to be called goons or thugs, led Harry into the back of the Warehouse. As they stepped around the last tower of creates, into an office like set up, Harry saw a blond about his age with her back to him.

"The Courier is here, Boss. " Gap-tooth sniveled.

A guy in a white wool Woolworth's suit looked up before snorting and shaking his head. "That Bitch doesn't take this seriously if she's sending kids in red and gold to pay the ransom."

Harry sneered at the man before he opened his mouth. 'When did I become a Malfoy level snob? ' Then he heard the man speak. "Sir. That Bitch, as you called her, hired my services from the Continental. We don't come cheap, and we rarely fail in our tasks."

The blonde twisted in her chair. "Potter?"

"Greengrass. Well that's just smurfy." Harry set the briefcase on the floor by his feet. He slung the Gladstone bag by its shoulder strap. "Muggle?"

Daphne smirked. "Yes."

Harry nodded. "Good day Sir. The Name is Maveth and I believe you have an appointment." A thrust of his arms and two six-shooters appeared in his hands. The first bullet hit the Boss between the eyes and an inch up. The second caught Gap-tooth in the shoulder just before the third caught the other guy in the knee.

The guns vanished up his sleeves, before he removed his coat and draped it over her shoulders and handed her the Samsonite. "Of the two still living, is there any reason I should kill them?"

She walked over and kicked the one holding his knee. "This one. He tried to pull a Malfoy on me."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Wait until my Father hears about this?"

Daphne snorted a laugh. "Thanks Potter, I needed that."

"Maveth. When I am dressed like this, I am working under the name Maveth."

Daphne raised her own eyebrow. " Good to know. No, 'hey babe, do us both a favor and let me…' and that's as far as they got before my boot made contact."

"Kidnapping and attempted rape." Harry dug the pistol from under his left arm.

"Maveth is not pleased. Two things I Hate is human trafficking and slipping someone something they didn't personally request." He cocked the pistol and shot into the guy in the stones before cocking it again and taking aim between the eyes. "Does the condemned have anything to declare?"

"Eat Shit, Fuck off, and Die!" The punk snarled.

"You first. " Harry squeezed the trigger, the body bucked as the brains made contact with the concrete. "Do you have anything to add?" Harry asked Gap-tooth.

"No sir. Please don't kill me."

"you're local talent, correct?" The guy's head just about came off, he was nodding so fast. "Spread the Word, Maveth doesn't like flesh traders. Those who work the trade, with clean operators, clean business dealings and for the select few, clean beds, Maveth will allow business to continue. But if I hear anything and what happened to the yakuza guy on the docks will be a happy memory."

Harry holstered the pistol and pulled the AK out of the Gladstone as he walked out of the office area. He escorted Daphne to the right hand rear door, and opened it for her. After she climbed in, he closed it before he walked around the rear of the car. He got in the left hand side.

"Any problems? " John looked in the rearview mirror as he backed out of the warehouse and turned to head back to the first stop.

"I had to Operate. A couple of them had a bad case of Cranial Rectal Impaction. I'm afraid neither is going to pull through. Some cases are fatal before I even get there."

Daphne snorted twice. "This is even better than what you do to Malfoy during meals. "

"Friend of yours?" John deadpanned.

"Girl from my class at our private boarding school. Opposing Houses. A couple of her Housemates are out to pick fights with me and Hermione. She keeps to herself mostly, and watches as I knock Malfoy on his arse… just before Snape looms out of the shadows and fines my arse." Turning to the witch beside him. "How did you get into a mess like this?"

"Spent a week with Tracy Davis while the parents took the demon child to Paris for her School shopping and to get her wand." The blonde frowned. "I was told not to wander… but I saw something and when I stopped to look closer, Mistress Davis and her protection detail lost sight of me while those two flobberworm brained muggles grabbed me and drug me into the back of a cargo carriage. When I saw light again, they were dragging me out of the carriage before the guy you…"

"Think of it like a piercing hex." Harry tucked the Ak into the Gladstone. "How long were you in their keeping?"

"All told… about four hours."

"Subtract the time of travel, us getting dressed, and the time it took for the paperwork…" Harry added up the minutes

"About ten minutes give or take five for traffic flux." John informed him.

"Just what does he know?" Daphne asked.

"That I go to a Private Boarding School. Weird Shit happens to me. And my House colours are Red and Gold."

"Doesn't that raise any questions with him? "

"Not really. He knows just as much about your world as you know about his. Because of what the Headmaster decreed, I have to live in both."

"And my asking about his World?" Daphne asked. "I can tell it has nothing to do with Granger's World."

"That will depend on what Mrs. Davis says about you and your experience in our world. And you would be surprised about Hermione."

They rode for about twenty minutes, Daphne watching the world pass by the window

As The BMW re-entered the Garage at the first place, Daphne sighed.

"Problem?" Harry inquired.

"No, not really. I'm just worried about how she will report this to Mother. This is probably the last time I will be allowed to visit the muggle side for a few years. " Her cold blue eyes narrowed, "Unless I am with a guide. "

Harry frowned as what she said crawled through his mind. "If what you are saying is what I think you are saying… I would accept, if only to annoy Malfoy. But he is not the only one who will protest."

As the car rolled to a stop, one last time Harry exited the car, slinging the Gladstone across his back. He came around to the rear right side door and opened it to allow Daphne to step out, still draped in his coat, clutching the Samsonite.

The Goon raised an eyebrow and threw his thumb over his shoulder at the door. Harry opened it, and let Daphne step through, noticing the guy on the phone. At the door into the office, Harry took the lead, and stepped aside when he saw the woman was alone.

"Auntie, I would like to introduce you to the one, the only, Harry Potter." Daphne smirked at the shock on the face of the woman standing behind the desk.

Before the woman could respond, a little guy who looked like a half grown Malfoy-Weasley love child, burst into the office. "Boss, just heard from my guy in Tino's crew. It seems that the scrawny guy you sent in was the guy who gutted the yakuza boss. He just popped Tiny Tino, his right hand, and shot the other guy. Something about Maveth doesn't like human trafficking or something."

As the guy came through the door, Harry had twitched, which had caused the pistols to drop into his hands. When he heard the report, he stone faced, and pointed the pistols at the guy's head. He thumbed the hammers back. The man spun around at the sound. "You Rang."

The redhead's eyes crossed as they rolled up into his head, before he fainted.

Silence reigned for a five count, Davis started snickering.

"Love that show on the tele. Second only to Dr. Who." Davis sat behind the desk. "You called him Harry Potter. He answered to the title of Maveth. Maveth has been around for decades… "

"Yes, about that. I just got the title. I am apprenticing under Baba Yaga contracted to London exclusively for the next five years." Harry allowed the pistols to return to the bracers. "While I will be at Hogwarts most of the year, I will be available for the breaks. Now to complete the mission, I return to you, the package as the recipient was unable to take custody of it. I also found this person walking around, would you please see that she gets home." Harry drew his coat off Daphne's shoulders, revealing the Samsonite. "I trust that Kent will be pleased with the outcome." He shrugged out of the strap of the Gladstone, dropping at his feet.

"You have performed above my expectations. Delivered the first package, and returned the other to me. You brought it in undamaged and unspoiled." The business woman steepled her hands. "The fact that you also returned with the first package after silencing the fool who triggered the whole thing will not be spoken of in any official business."

Harry settled the coat about his shoulders as his arms shot through the sleeves. "I hope this is not out of turn… but Daphne said Auntie… "

" Yes. I am a squib sister to her mother. I married my husband who broke a rule of the Continental and died some ten years ago. I took over the business and raised little Tracy on the side. When her letter arrived I was surprised, but happy for her. I was even happier that she could go to school with her cousin Daphy."

The woman gave the lad an evil grin. "I have a question of my own. What does knowing you are Maveth get me? "

Harry buttoned up the coat. "That depends. As the aunt of the girl I am courting, I can give you a discount on Referrals. As the woman trying to blackmail me… that would get you an Appointment. The Job comes with a list of euphemisms. I speak in the parlance of a Doctor or Surgeon. A Referral is you asking for a contract for a target. An Appointment is my collecting said target. A Consultation is for a non-lethal job. Kent has a list of other terms that are in play."

He grabbed the strap of the Gladstone and reslung it. " You also have the knowledge of where to find Harry Potter during the holiday breaks from Hogwarts."

" When Tracy got her Letter, I subscribed to the Prophet, Witch weekly, and for "Tracy, Teen Witch Weekly. I have read a few of the stories that are printed about you. See you today means that they are talking out their arses. I would advise you to get a subscription to at least the Prophet and WW. Daphne and Tracy can help with the PR spin if nothing else." She glared at him. "How a Gryffindor ended up with the Continental… "

" The Hat tried to put me in Slytherin, but between two of the first people I met from that group insulting the House and then Malfoy being sorted… I asked for anything but Slytherin. I got Gryffindor instead."

"You mean to say if Malfoy had been sorted elsewhere, you would have been in our House? " Daphne was wild around the eyes.

" Yes ma'am." Harry smiled, "And the Cups would have been Snape's instead of McGonagall's."

" The upper years are going to stomp Malfoy for that." Daphne smirked.

" Well Ladies, I need to get going. I left Baba in the car and he has a bad habit of dropping bodies if left too long unsupervised. Daphne, expect Hedwig for details on the other matter, I am interested for more than the stated reasons. Good Day. " He exited the office and returned to the car.

Twenty minutes later they were pulling up in front of the Continental. The Ride had been in total silence.

John let the valet take the car as the two of them entered the Hotel. As they approached the Desk, Hedwig Barked a reprimand at her human. Harry extended his arm for her to land on. She launched from the perch behind Zeus and glided to the arm.

" Hi, love." Harry spoke softly. " If you are finished hunting guests for Zeus, I have a letter to write and send. That is if you are up to some flying to a witch for me."

The owl nibbled his ear. " Hey Zeus. Did you get your show? "

" I don't know what you are talking about." The small man was stone faced. " On an unrelated note, the Sheik had to reschedule his entire week because some bird fouled his black silk robes and beard. The robes had to be burned and the beard cut short. Then he was charged triple for the new room, robes, and services. And lost over three million euros in contracts and fees." He huffed, " But you didn't hear that from me. "

" Glad you got to enjoy the show." Harry was straight faced but his eyes were glittering. "Need to report to Management. My Consultation was a success."

" She is out on the patio, having a late lunch."

" Then I will see if I can join her. Besides, my lady here is going to need some bacon if she is going to be flying later." He began to step away, before he turned back to the desk. "I will need to speak to the Somoliar. Please reserve her time for the hour at seventeen hundred hours. Thanks Zee. "

As Harry stepped into the sunlight soaked brick patio, he saw an Irishman yank Kent to her feet and hold a switchblade stiletto to her delicate throat.

TBC