And so the Lord sayth unto Philly: "Thou shalt have the idea to create a Jackie Chan Adventures, Warehouse 13, Harry Potter crossover for no reason what so ever." And that's how I got this idea. The whole idea behind this is as follows: Jade Chan, the niece of Jackie Chan in the cartoon, joins Section 13 in the future, but is recruited to Warehouse 13 at the request of Claudia Donovan, the new caretaker of the Warehouse and Harry, a British Auror newly graduated from the Auror Academy stumbles onto an Artifact heist and is invited by the Board of Regents to join as well, becoming Jade's partner. The whole idea was to recreate the Myka and Pete team dynamic with two new characters. And this is what I came up with. You're welcome FFN.

Rating: M – for adult themes and language.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my copy of MS Word and my laptop. The Jackie Chan Adventures belongs to the Warner Brothers, Warehouse 13 belongs to SyFy (and whomever their parent company is), and Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, Scholastic Books, and the Warner Brothers.

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A moderately tall, shaggy black haired, emerald eyed man sat on the patio of a café in three middle of downtown London watching as the cars and other modes of public transportation flowed through the streets in a harmonic yet controlled chaos that at times was mesmerizing to watch. The man of twenty-two years of age took a drink from his beer he had been nursing for the last hour or so absent-mindedly while thinking about going life, or how screwed up it really was.

His name is Harry James Potter, Lord of House Potter. His entire life was a roller coaster ride of which most people knew thanks to his 'celebrity' status as both the 'boy-who-lived' and the 'man-who-conquered' by the general Wizarding public. He had to publish his own autobiography to correct those that got his early life incorrect, such as the fictional 'Harry Potter and the…' series that he sued for libel and while these books were still popular with younger children he had them all recalled as part of the ruling and allowed them to be republished with the words 'a work of fiction' written in bold lettering on the front cover in plain view. While he had gotten quote the hefty payout from the suit and subsequent royalties, he donated the money towards St. Mungo's for new medical equipment that put them up to standards with the muggle world, to St. Orlaf's Orphanage for better living conditions for the children and better psychological council that would hopefully prevent another Voldemort from coming from a similar background, and to Hogwarts to not only update their curriculum so that the Muggle Studies class was up to date and continued to been updated as new technologies in the works were revealed but also to have a full-time professor of Wizarding Affairs that all first and second years would have to attend which would introduce them to different laws and policies that now applied to them and to their immediate family.

Harry really did love Hogwarts, it was a second home to him that he always felt welcome in, however, the Pureblood students were a pain because they knew the insides of the law and they didn't, not only that but all other Muggleborn children offending other Pureblood and Half-Blood houses and not knowing why. It was his dream to make the Wizarding World in Britain more inclusive rather than exclusive to newcomers. It was his love for the Wizarding World that caused him to apply for the Auror Academy so that he could protect people while actually getting paid to do it after all the bills don't pay themselves regardless of how much money he had in his vaults. Plus he sort of owed the Goblin Nation a shitton of money for repairs. But there was a reason why Harry was here on a patio outside a bar instead of being on the job or spending time with a woman.

The first was that he was on administrative leave pending the completion of an investigation into his most recent raid on a former Death Eater that had served a lighter sentence in Azkaban for ratting out his former associates. Things went to hell as the former DE wasn't alone that night, no he had a lady waiting on him of the paid variety from the Wizarding Red Light District commonly called 'Scant Alley' due to the scantily clad men and women selling themselves for whatever reasons they found justifiable. When they knocked down the door the woman, still naked, bolted and while a few of Harry's co-workers chased her down Harry chased the DE and tackled him down a flight of stairs which ended in the DE receiving a broken neck, killing him instantly. He was then called into the current DMLE head's office and was placed on leave due to the family that the former DE had once been the last of. While most of the politics in the Wizengamot were cleaner these days, favoritism towards older family lines still existed, just off the record. And so Harry went home early and planned to take a small vacation. And that's when he ran into his second reason for being at his current location, Ginny Weasley.

Say what you will about the Weasley clan, there was Fred and George who were marketing geniuses and created their own prank business that thrived with only a small investment of a thousand galleons from Harry himself; though only George was around these days due to Fred dying in the final battle with Voldemort's forces and the ragtag group Harry scavenged together. There was Percy, the rule abiding, stick-up-his-ass kiss ass who worked inside of the Ministry of Magic; Harry still held a slight grudge against him for sticking with the status quo, Voldemort's government, rather than standing against him. Charlie, the dragon tamer was one of the two people in the Weasley clan that Harry held massive amounts of respect for; after all the man worked with dragons and only a person with suicidal tendencies or someone with a real gift with animals would attempt that job. Then there was Bill, or William if you were to use his full first name, was a curse breaker for Gringotts along with his wife Fleur; he was the other members of the Weasley clan that he respected as it took great effort to actually break ancient curses that pharaohs of old had placed on their tombs. Ron was… well, there isn't much you could really say about him; he's loud, obnoxious, has little to no table manners, and is a bit of a closet pervert and chauvinist. Ron was also a fair-weather friend, this was on full display during the Triwizard Tournament years ago and extended to this day when Harry attempted to make allies with classmates that were in different houses, primarily Slytherins. The only true thing in common they had was Hermione, Ron's wife and Harry's surrogate sister and best friend.

Hermione, to Harry, is his lone ray of sunshine in a sea of pandering fanboys and fangirls that care little for him at all; they only wanted to get in his pants and his bank account. Hermione was always there for him and was only a ring away regardless if she was preoccupied with her toddler. Bluetooth is a modern miracle for multitaskers. Harry did often wonder if there was another world in which they did have feelings for each other that were more than just that of a brother and sister, after all at times their personalities completed each other.

Finally, there was the root of his second problem. Ginny Weasley. Now there were quite a few things that Harry could saw about Ginny both good and bad, such as her determination to follow through on a promise or willing to get down and dirty when she needed to. One bad thing that contrasted that good quality was her possessiveness of him. A prime example of both of these examples came out when she trained hardcore for six months for the quidditch tryouts for the Hollyhead Harpies, one of the few all-female teams in the world, and was scouted as a second string Chaser and would get game time whenever the starter got too tired during a match or was pulled out for whatever reason. Due to the time needed for her training to be 'up to snuff' with the rest of the team most of her time was spent with the team even though the two of them were going out at the time. Harry, at this time, had a heart to heart and discovered that playing quidditch professionally wasn't for him and decided to apply to the Auror Academy. While Ginny had been pursuing her dreams at being a quidditch superstar, Harry went to Hawaii to train at the American Auror Academy as the British Academy was being rebuilt from the ground up.

Why did he choose this Academy in this location in particular? To force himself to study and apply himself, plus the tropical weather was nice. He was going to be distracted by all the beautiful women on the beaches and the paradise that he was in that he would have to force himself not to give himself into temptation; but had he known what he knew now, he would have had the time of his life. But no, he was a 'good boy' and worked hard like he had promised himself like he would. He even met a woman his age named Nani in the Hawaiian magical district who was taking her younger sister out for shaved ice (1). They briefly talked while in line and hit it off conversationally, though Harry was dating Ginny this promising conversation was left at that, just a conversation between two strangers.

The American Auror Academy had a very interesting training regimen, as well as a partner system in which the two would train and study together and either both, would pass or fail, instilling teamwork in their Agents, as that's what they called their Aurors as that made them more discreet while in public among the 'no-majs' (2), and to depend on one another. Their training was also very interesting. The Americans focused on more offensive and direct magical attacks, not to say that they were more violent, but it was a precaution to teach them this in the case of another Voldemort coming along. There was a reason why America had very few Dark Lords roaming for very long, once discovered they were either arrested and thrown into a hole so deep and secretive it would be as if they never existed in the first place or they would be terminated with extreme prejudice by a Navy SEAL team only designated as SEAL Team 0. These men and women are only known to their peers and three other people: their commander, the current Director of Magical Affairs (sometimes called DiMA), and the current President. The other interesting thing about their training was the fact they supplemented their magic with nonmagical firearms which gave them a unique upper hand that very few magical governments around the world implemented into their law enforcement officers.

Back on topic, though, Harry was assigned to a woman a year older than him named Allison Church (3). She came from a no-maj family who were, like a good chunk of no-maj families who had wizards or witches in their family, very open minded. She was a Navy Brat, that being a child of a naval serviceman, and wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps but her psychological evaluation revealed that she most likely wouldn't do well in a combat situation. During the time they spent together, they became close friends joking about small inside jokes that only they knew. For example, both of them cracking up and bursting into hysterics at the sight of a jar of lightly salted, roasted peanuts; no one knew what the hell was so funny, but that was the beauty of it. By the time graduation rolled around the two of them were inseparable best friends.

Harry was given the option of inviting a few friends to witness his graduation and receiving a certificate that would be accepted back in England as a mark of completion of the Auror Academy. He immediately chose Hermione, to which Ron was also invited as they were engaged at the time. He also invited Teddy, his godson, and his guardian Andromeda Tonks. He finally invited Ginny as well as she had just finished what her team had called 'Boot Camp' and was available to attend. That's where Harry made his mistake.

The ceremony came and went without much fanfare, though tabloids from London tried to get in but were pushed away by the guards on duty for this reason alone, plus the Director of Magical Affairs was there both as a keynote speaker and one of the people the graduates were shaking hands with. After the ceremony, they walked out to the courtyard where graduates and their guests could converse for a while before heading their separate ways. That was when Allison hugged him in a 'we made it' kind of way. Now one thing to know about Allison was that she didn't show affection physically that often. However, when Ginny saw this one bit of physical affection that Allison showed towards Harry, her friend, and went absolutely ape-shiv on Allison attempting to hex her with various painful yet non-lethal hexes and curses. It took both Harry and Hermione holding her down to keep her from committing attempted murder, or at least assault and battery on an appointed officer of the law. It was that day that Harry first saw her jealousy and possessiveness of him. A warning sign that he brushed off as petty jealousy and misunderstanding.

Fast forward to three hours ago. Harry and Ginny shared their apartments with each other as they both had a key to each other's place. There were a couple of reasons for this. Ginny would occasionally spend the night with Harry at his place if and only if she wasn't doing anything with her new friends, her teammates. One of the other reasons she shared a place with him yet didn't live there was because of the location Harry chose. He chose an apartment in the city near the Ministry of Magic so he could walk to it comfortable year-round. Why didn't he use magic and just apparate or use the floo to commute to work each day? One of the tenants of the Academy he learned from was to never rely on magic as the end-all solution but as a tool to assist you. Plus it helped his cardio, so there was that. Ginny didn't like the fact that Harry had deliberately chosen to live in the muggle parts of London rather than the magical district, which was a development that hides inside of expansion and muggle repelling charms inside the alleyways of London that directly connected with the primary and secondary Alleys in London. Her magically expanded apartment overlooked Diagon Alley and Flourish and Botts.

Harry liked the mundane side of things. TVs, computers and computer games, movies, and comic books (at one point he wanted to make his adventures that he had as a child, over embellish them, and create a comic book for children that he could sell; although the Statute of Secrecy wouldn't allow that). Ginny didn't like that as he wasn't 'embracing his heritage as Lord Potter.' But to be honest, Harry didn't care. He was a simple kind of man in reality. The only thing he did to his apartment magically was expanding it so it was bigger inside. He did have a mild case of claustrophobia thanks to his childhood and the broom closet. Funny thing about magic, it didn't affect technology unless it was directed at technology. For example, you could perform all the magic you wanted in the room with a supercomputer and it would do nothing to the supercomputer, but if you tried to overload the computer with magic you would fry it. Another reason Harry liked this apartment? The Wizarding press and tabloids didn't know where it was. Had to be been inside of Diagon or any of the other magical residency districts he would have been hounded for information about his personal life like movie stars that live in Hollywood are by TMZ and other tabloids.

He had returned home and discovered that Ginny wasn't there waiting for him. Tonight was Wednesday, which was date night. When they first started going out shortly after Harry had gone back to Hogwarts to complete his magical education, see taking his NEWTs, he and Ginny were inseparable. When Harry moved into his new apartment, the one that he was currently in, Ginny decided to 'break' the moral constraints that her mother pressed upon her and decided to have sex with Harry that night so that they could 'give each other their virginities'. Her mother was a prude when it came to sexuality regardless of the fact that she had seven children, pressing on both Harry and Ginny that they needed to wait until marriage to have sex. Funny thing about teens that have raging hormones that take control in the presence of the opposite sex? They don't tend to listen. Ginny was always the one to break the ice, she always initiated the 'next step' in their relationship. Their first kiss, their first heavy petting, her placing Harry's hand under her shirt and bra and pretty much forcing him to grope her, her giving him his first handjob and blowjob after stripping in front of him, and then finally sex in his apartment. It was a gradual process, often times taking place under her mother's nose. Sure, it was all consensual, but Harry always felt like it was going too fast. The one time that Harry did bring this up to Ginny she just told him to stop 'being a prude like my mother'. After they did start sleeping with each other they tried to meet up weekly where they would go on a date that would end in sweaty sex usually at Harry's place; usually when Harry worked late Ginny was waiting for him at his apartment, ready to either have a night in or ready to go out on a date.

Figuring that maybe Ginny was preoccupied with something or another at her place, Harry apparated inside of the Alley and made his way up to her apartment on the fifth floor of the magical complex. He stopped at the door and started unlocking the door quietly to surprise his girlfriend who was probably knee deep in some kind mind consuming activity like reading. When he opened the well-oiled door he noticed that the lights were on and that there were two sets of shoes by the door sort of strewn about haphazardly. The first were a set of women's trainers, which were obviously Ginny's, but the second set was a man's which were about Harry's size by sight alone, but he didn't recognize them at all as they were a pair that he wouldn't have been caught in. Everything that Harry wore was functional for the situation he needed it for. He had four pairs of shoes: a pair of flip-flops for the beach, a pair of combat boots for work, a pair of dress shoes for either formal events or for dressing up for a special occasion, and a pair of trainers that he would use to run or go to the gym in. He walked further down the hall and as he did he found a trail of clothing, both men's and women's alike that finally ended at the door with a pair of boxers, a pair of panties, and a bra lying at the door of Ginny's room.

'Perhaps this is some kind of joke or prank?' Harry thought hopefully. 'Maybe George stopped by with his current girlfriend and is trying to make it look like he's knocking boots with Lavender in Ginny's bed just to mess with her.'

He slowly opened the door and dropped the bouquet of roses that he brought with him in shock, which fell to the floor almost silently. In the crack that he had opened the door, he saw a twenty-three-year-old woman with long red hair and athletic curves riding some man moaning and mewling in pleasure. As she leaned back to show her face for but a moment Harry saw it was indeed Ginny. Her shapely taught rear and modestly large bust bouncing as she impaled herself on her current lover. "Oh, yes. Fuck me!" she moaned out. "Make me cum like Harry's never made me before!"

Hearing this made Harry's heart sink. Ginny was cheating on him with some bloke that he might have met before or might not of. Filling with righteous anger he kicked the door in, still wearing his military boots, and the door flew inward with a loud crash that caused Ginny to leap off of her lover and land on the side of the bed in shock. "Ginny, you little slut!" Harry yelled out, his emerald green eyes glowing in anger.

She looked up from the side of her bed and saw her boyfriend. "Harry?" she asked dumbly, not entirely processing the situation in front of her. The man on the bed tried to cover himself with the comforter that had been thrown aside. Finally, Ginny did realize that her boyfriend was in the room. "What are you doing here?" she yelled in return, tearing away the comforter that the man was using to cover himself up to cover her breasts and bits, regardless of the fact that Harry had seen her naked numerous times before this.

"What are you doing with HIM!?" Harry redirected.

She didn't answer for a split second and sputtered out, "He raped me!" while pointing at the man.

"I would have believed that if I hadn't both seen that you were in complete control and didn't hear that you wanted him to make you cum like I never have!" Harry shouted back, using her own words and actions against her. "Why!?" She sputtered nonsense as she tried to search for the words. "My God, really? You don't even have a reason?" Harry ranted on. "How long as this been going on?" Harry pressed. His magic leaking out, putting the fear of Wizarding God (4) into the cheating duo.

"Months," Ginny meeped.

"Months!?" Harry yelled. That would certainly explain why Ginny had been so distant lately. Every time they were together after they started sleeping together she was more than anxious to jump his bones, but as of recent she had been more 'limp' in bed, not participating at all and pretty much laying back as if going through the motions rather than participating actively. Hell, there were even a few times where she fell asleep in the middle of sex for no reason, or at least that was until Harry knew why now. "That's it! We're done!" Harry shouted, stomping angrily towards the door.

"Harry, wait!" Ginny cried out, carrying the comforter to cover herself.

Harry stopped at her door and pushed her back with a 'gentle' banishment spell, the equivalent of a push really. "You can pick up your stuff from my place tomorrow," Harry said while looking at her with disgust and anger. He then pointed his wand towards her bedroom and incanted, "Accio Harry's Apartment Key." Not even a millisecond passed before a key sped from Ginny's room, through the wall, and landed in Harry's hand. He then reached into his own pocket and drew Ginny's apartment key and dropped it right in front of her before pocketing his spare. He then turned his back to Ginny despite her apologizing to him and closed the door right in front of her face.

After that Harry went to this bar near enough to his apartment that it wasn't too far to walk, especially since he planned on getting pretty smashed, but was far enough away that if Ginny actually did start to look for him she wouldn't find him. She wasn't the most direction savvy when it came to muggle London.

Harry was enjoying his bottled lager, leaning against the railing next to the table he was seated at when he noticed a woman, maybe a little older than he was, wearing some kind of leather-based suit entering the ritzier apartment complex across the street. He debated on going after her but in muggle London, he had no law authority. However, that didn't mean he wasn't curious as to what she was up to. He placed a few Pounds on the table to pay off his tab and followed her inside.

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Jade Chan was one of those unique children that have quite an interesting childhood. What did her childhood consist of? Fighting demons and finding magical artifacts with her Uncle Jackie, Tohru, and Uncle. And no, over thirteen years later she still didn't know what his name really was or if he was Uncle Jackie's Uncle or was similar to who Jade was related to Jackie by extended family. She stopped asking after the fiftieth time that she did ask. All she got was an 'ay-ya!' before she was swatted on the head for carelessly handling a borderline priceless artifact that Uncle was trying to sell.

Her adventures into strangeness had started when she was twelve and moved into Jackie's house in San Francisco after her parents had handed her off to her Uncle Jackie to hopefully help her learn some kind of discipline that he had developed over the years while performing various martial arts. Her parents, and now her when she looked back on it saw her as impulsive and reckless, getting herself into all kinds of trouble with kids at school that were involved with a few local gangs. It wasn't like that old show "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" or anything like that, they were on the lower end of the food chain, but her parents were worried if these kids that were in with the underlings were to get a 'promotion' in the gang that they'd go after Jade for whatever slight she made against them and would hurt her one way or the other. That was when she was put on the first plane to San Francisco to meet her Uncle Jackie.

It was shortly after that when she was introduced to magic thanks to Uncle and the Talismans of Shendu and the secret organization called Section 13 and their leader Captain Black. Those were some really crazy times, especially when Shendu reclaimed all of his Talismans and returned to full power, only for Jackie, with the help of Jade, Tohru, and Uncle, we're able to take him down once more, but only for a time. Then there were the Puzzle Box incidents where Jackie, with Jade, Tohru, and Uncle in tow, would travel all around the world to prevent a Shendu possessed Valmont from unlocking and unleashing eight other demons, Shendu's brothers and sisters, via extradimensional demon door portals. But Shendu wasn't done yet, there was the whole fiasco surrounding the Book of Ages. The book, in and of itself was harmless. It recorded all major events throughout history that changed everything to what we know of it today, all automatically using some sort of very ancient magic. There was one huge caveat, however, the book worked both ways. You could rewrite history and the book would then impose those changes upon the reality that was written into existence with the inhabitants of said reality believing everything was as it was and that nothing had truly changed. Only the one who made the change would know that it happened. Jade experienced this first hand when Shendu had attempted to change history so that his brethren were not banished some void by a section of warriors and magicians; she ripped a page away before Shendu had finished his 'update' on history and was able to preserve her memories, therefore, allowing her to find and recruit the J-Team once more to defeat the demons once and for all.

Last time she checked the Book was under heavy guard but disappeared a few years ago, same with the Demon Puzzle Box. They had not resurfaced on the black market nor had Section 13 really looked for them, which she saw as suspicious. About a month after they had gone missing an African-American woman appeared at Section 13 named Mrs. Fredricks, no first name. She merely mentioned some kind of board of Regents and Black backed off. The initial question by many was 'who was this woman?' When Jade did ask Black he told her to forget about it and that she was a 'family'. That had happened when she was thirteen going on fourteen in a few months.

After seeing her future self and that said future self was, in fact, a member of Section 13 she got her Uncle Jackie to really ramp up her martial arts training so she could kick ass and take names as well as become a kick ass agent. She graduated from high school in San Francisco instead of going back home to her parents in Hong Kong. Captain Black had made sure to have her Green Card on permanent renewal until she either chose to become a US citizen or move back home permanently. Being a part of a secret government organization came with its perks. Halfway through her program in college Black approached and recruited her. From the day she turned nineteen she became a moonlighting recovery agent while attempting to have a normal social life with friends that didn't know about magic or crazy adventures. While going on them was fun, she learned from her Uncle that you shouldn't let your work consume your entire life and making time for more normal things helps balance it all out in the end.

The year she joined was the year that Uncle Jackie officially retired his archaeology field work as Uncle was getting old to the point where he was focusing more on training Tohru as his magical apprentice rather than running his antique shop. Don't get her wrong, it wasn't like Uncle was going to keel over within the next few months. He was getting old and that was a fact of life. People are born and people die. It was one of the two things she learned from a copy of Game of Thrones that another agent had left on one of the company planes, that 'all men must die'. That and sexposition, exposition through the use of sex; that was something that Jade found interesting from a literary standpoint. That and in some sex scenes Martin got a little too descriptive at times. But back on topic. Uncle was getting old and regardless of what everyone thought, he was not Superman. He was getting old and he knew it. He would never give up without a fight, as he was as stubborn as an ox, which those that knew the Chan family well enough, both in America and Hong Kong, joked that it was a Chan family trait. Uncle didn't want to become a burden on whatever adventure that Jackie and Jade would eventually find themselves on once more that would require Uncle's signature magic knowledge and spells to counteract whatever oddity wanted to take over/destroy the world.

Uncle didn't officially hang up his 'adventuring shoes' until Tohru finished his magical training. Magic, to Jade, was always this strange concept. The more she tried to understand it, the less sense it made. She had countless discussions with Tohru about magic and she got the same response that she got from Uncle being that 'magic must defeat magic'. It was something that she never understood, but respected as she did use Uncle's magic remedies that always worked against magic-based enemies.

Uncle Jackie also hung up his adventuring hat as well. He was still a consultant for Section 13 when it came to odd objects and artifacts of unknown origin, he just didn't go out into mysterious temples or anything anymore. A while back he did a university tour where he did keynote speeches about archaeology, both on ancient civilizations and architecture. Even though Jade was slightly disappointed that her Uncle gave up the adventuring lifestyle, he seemed happy with what he was doing so that made it alright with her, although she wished she was still adventuring with her Uncle. She's even seen Jackie and the former thief Viper together a few times at both the University and the antique shop. While Jade didn't want to make any assumptions, it was muddled whether the two were seeing each other; although, they did have a game where Viper would steal something from the shop under Jackie's nose and Jackie would then go and retrieve it. Then there was the flirtatious banter that Viper used around Jackie. Jade was still sure she was just reading too much into things, she was sure of it.

But the more appropriate question of the moment was why was Jade in London and why was she breaking into an apartment complex that was more like condos than apartments? Well she was on the trail of an anonymous thief that had managed to steal priceless artifacts from a safe house location that Section 13 was using near Dublin until arrangements could be made to transport said artifact back to base where it could be studied more closely to ensure it wasn't another cursed item that could cause all kinds of mayhem and misery. After all, this object came from ancient druid's grave if what the translation her uncle had done was completely accurate, and druids were known for their ancient rituals and magics. The person responsible used a Guy Fawkes mask and was able to appear a blend disappear at will. After extensive examination by a few sensory techniques taught to her by Tohru, the man wasn't using magic, but something else entirely. She popped the lock with a set of lock picks that she kept on her person. There were a few skills that she learned from Viper like lockpicking, stealth, and how to identify and deactivate different kinds of traps and alarms. Viper may have been a 'bad influence' according to her uncle, but you couldn't deny her skill in the arts she specialized in and how they'd helped Jade during her time as a member of Section 13. Why this building? While they had no idea who the perpetrator was, they managed to pull a sting operation using the Sheep talisman as bait as it was the most innocuous of the Talismans that would be easily covered up rather than, say, the pig, horse, or dog talismans. Tohru, with the oversight of Uncle, placed a beacon spell that, when triggered, would display the location of the thief.

The talisman was then put on display at a local charity event and the thief took the bait. They waited a full day before they gave Jade the go-ahead to investigate the thief so that proper charges could be filed. Jade was overnighted a compass attuned to the specific 'magical frequency' that the tracer on the talisman was attuned to. The compass had led her here from Heathrow. She was glad that she didn't have to walk the entire way here, but only a few city blocks. The lock security was as expected of a nicer apartment, but was still easy to pick. She popped the lock and walked inside, but before the door closed she felt as though she was being watched. Jade turned around to see a decently tall, messily black haired man with odd, seemingly glowing emerald eyes just looking towards her general direction while taking a drink from his bottle of some kind of booze. Seeing that he was gazing towards her, she walked casually up the stairs as if she belonged there in the first place.

She slipped the compass out of her pocket and waited for it to stop spinning. It pointed towards the right wing of the complex and pulled upwards. 'So it's up a few floors?' Jade thought. She started trekking up the stairs, not realizing that she was being followed.

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Harry followed the Chinese woman just close enough that he was far enough away that he would see her turn a corner and still not lose her and not need magic to 'pick up the scent'. The Auror training he went through held an immense amount of emphasis on being able to follow a quarry without being spotted. As they were forced to follow both no-majs and wizards alike, you could use magic to cast a disillusionment charm in case they thought they were being followed. Wizards, on the other hand, were a different beast to tail. Those that were empaths, or sensors in other places in the world, can sense when magic is being used nearby and will, therefore, become warier. A similar thing that no-majs can emulate if they're observant enough to notice the very subtle outlines of light that the disillusionment charm created when bending light around the casted object or person. And so far the woman had yet to notice Harry tailing her, though he had a feeling that she was being watched.

The woman went up several flights of stairs before arriving in the penthouse suites, a set of four large condos that sat at the top of the complex. How did Harry know? Well at one point in the past he was instructed by his higher ups to retrieve a very dangerous Dark Object that had found its way into the possession of a muggle in a complex across the street. Plus, it wasn't hard to see considering that the condos at the top of the building are much larger than their neighbors below them.

Harry watched as the woman started to pick the lock of one of the condos, and quite swiftly if he were to comment on and compliment the thievery. The lock popped open and the woman went inside the penthouse and closed the door behind her. Before it could latch shut again, Harry shot a spell at the lock which froze the lock in its place allowing it to still be opened from the outside without having to repick the lock. Harry gave the woman a thirty-second head start before he too went in after her into the apartment.

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Jade entered the apartment penthouse and marveled at the sheer amount of wealth the owner of this penthouse had. On one wall were several katanas from the Edo period that are usually illegal for anyone to own outside of family heirlooms as they're considered national treasures; due to their priceless nature, they'd be worth millions if the Japanese got wind and tried to make an offer to whoever owned this property. Jade knew that there was a man in Vegas who owns a family-run pawn shop and has a similar katana in his possession, but he purchased it from a man whose family member fought in the Second World War in the Pacific theater and brought it back home as a spoil of war. On another wall were a plethora of mounted African tribal masks. Next to that was an Inuit totem pole that was exquisitely and intricately carved with an attention to detail that would rival many famous and talented sculptors. On other walls, there were innumerable valuable paintings that were thought to be lost by artists that were long dead.

'Whoever this guy is, he gets around,' Jade thought to herself. She wandered in further, keeping her eyes open for any assailants, primarily the person that lived in this house. The funny thing? She didn't even know who the person was who owned it. Normally, when thieves robbed artifacts and they were discovered, see Viper or the Origami Thief, their identities were known to Section 13 before the artifact they were using was removed from their possession and the thief was turned over to the local authorities. This guy who owned this place had a face, but no one knew who it was. If his home décor, that being very expensive looking, was anything to go by then this guy was very rich. 'How does someone this rich literally go under the radar?' Meanwhile, a cloaked Harry was reaching for the doorknob and sneezed.

Jade looked towards the center of what looked like a den and saw the Guy Fawkes mask in the center inside of a glass display box, giving it that 'museum' feel to it. Another question entered Jade's mind, 'Why was this mask so important? It looks no different than those you can pick up at any Halloween store.'

Harry walked into the same apartment and let the door closed silently behind him. Still invisible, he followed the woman into the same den and saw the same mask she saw and Harry's impression of it was different than Jade's was. Harry was getting an unsettling vibe from it as if it were alive or something. At the second time, he felt as though it was calling out to him to wear it, for whatever reason. He resisted the compulsion, but that most likely had to do with his unnatural, natural resistance to both the Imperious curse and Veela Allure. However, the woman didn't stop like he did and slowly wandered towards it, almost entranced, if not curious.

Jade slowly reached for the mask but was stopped by a hand grabbing her wrist, however, she couldn't see who grabbed her. It was like a ghost as she saw nothing but felt it grabbing her. She quickly broke the hold and rounded on this so-called ghost. What happened next shocked her.

Harry landed with an unceremonious thud on the wooden floor. He was shocked at the amount of strength was in that kick, and had managed to hit him square in the chest while he was invisible, which either meant she had experience with magic before or was extremely observant of her surroundings.

"Who's there?" she called out, taking a fighting stance.

Harry rubbed the back of his now throbbing head, the drinking from before definitely wasn't helping, even if he was still able to both stand and think relatively clearly. "Bloody hell, is that the way you thank someone who stopped you from touching a cursed object?" Harry muttered loud enough to hear.

"Show yourself," she demanded. Her right foot easing towards Harry's crotch.

'Definitely observant then,' he mentally commented. After all, he had no desire to be kicked in the bits both metaphorically and physically in the same day. "Hold your tits and give me a moment," he replied. Harry snapped his fingers and executed one of the five spells he knew how to perform without a wand or verbal incantation. The levitation charm, the summoning charm, the banishing hex, the stunner, in the spell of universal cancellation. The latter of which who's incantation was, in fact, Finite Incantum. The invisibility charm always felt like an egg breaking over your head, and experience that Harry had first hand when Dudley got angry during his 'brat' phase of his life when Harry cooked a dissatisfactory breakfast for him, luckily Dudley was a much better human being now, the same could be said about removing it except in reverse. As his former returned to the visible spectrum, he held his hands up in a nonthreatening manner.

What Jade saw was where a void of where someone was, a man with shaggy black hair, green eyes, and a generally attractive looking face appeared in its place while holding his hands up. He was wearing a brown trench coat with an AC/DC shirt underneath, a pair of acid washed jeans and a pair of tennis shoes. The first thing she thought of was that he had the Snake talisman, which was impossible considering that Section 13 still had in the vault, in fact, she saw it before she left. "Who are you and what are doing here? Is this your house?" Jade interrogated, ready to punch him again if he tried something funny.

"Hell no, I wouldn't be caught decorating my place this narcissistically garish," Harry replied. "And my name is Harry Potter and I'm a police officer."

"Then where's your badge?" Jade asked.

"Ok, technically I'm on administrative leave, but I'm still a cop." He was technically an Auror, a magical officer of the law, to which he wasn't lying. Maybe stretching the truth, but not lying entirely.

"Why'd you stop me from grabbing that?"

Harry got up slowly, keeping his hands close to his side as to not present a threat. "That mask is giving off some bad vibes, lady. I've seen this kind of stuff before, it never ends up well."

"You've seen this kind of stuff before?"

"No, not at all," Harry replied all too quickly. 'Shit, I slipped up.'

"You're lying. Tell me what you know or I'll pummel you," she threatened with a raised fist.

"Now, now. There will be no need for that," a voice said coming from behind them.

'Well, that's a welcome distraction,' Harry thought. Harry turned around to see something that just confused him and freaked him out all at the same time. The first thing that Harry could say about this man was that he was a snappy dresser, after all, he wore expensive clothing, something that he had first-hand experience with as well thanks to many of Ginny's shopping sprees with her Quidditch paychecks. The man was dressed in a black silk suit, 'Armani most likely,' Harry commented. But what disturbed him was the man's face. Or, the lack of a face.

When 'lack of a face' runs through the mind, one might think that the man literally doesn't have a face. Like somewhat akin to Assassin's Creed: Unity levels of facelessness or being headless like the Headless Horseman, but as in the man had no recognizable features that would allow another to pick him out in a crowd. Harry, being a trained officer in the law, trained in both mundane and magical investigation and interrogation knew how to create a suspect profile based on appearance. For example, 'blue eyes, blonde hair, dimples, tanned skin, caucasian, button-like nose, heart-shaped face, woman.' This man, on the other hand, had nothing that made him stand out. In spite of logic, the man also seemed to be blurry. Ok, more blurry than he probably was considering that Harry was pretty drunk still. Even seeing past his drunkenness Harry could see something was wrong with his face. When he looked at it, it seems as though the face had something like a hybridization of a Notice-Me-Not and a Fidelius charm on his face, both containing whatever identity he had as well as making him able to slip in a crowd without anyone realizing he was even there. While Harry tried to theorize how this would be physically possible for someone to attempt without someone in the Ministry finding out and containing such a breach of the Statute of Secrecy, Jade was also theorizing how this was possible, also thinking about magic, but of a different kind than what Harry was thinking of.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" the man asked as he approached Jade and Harry, his shoes echoing on the wooden floor. "A thief perhaps, but why would you want to break into my home of all places?" he asked as he looked at Jade. Then he looked at Harry and his eyes, regardless of the fact that Harry couldn't tell you what his eyes looked like from both a shape and color perspective, widened, "And Harry Potter, disgraced Auror, former Boy-Who-Lived."

"I thought you said you were a cop?" Jade asked Harry, irked that the man next to her lied.

"Well, technically I am," Harry replied. Harry then turned his attention to the unknown man, "A better question is, who are you?"

The man chuckled, "Oh Harry, don't you recognize me?" When Harry only replied a blank look the man continued, "Oh, I wouldn't think so either. After all, that mask over there is both a gift and a curse."

Harry then turned to Jade, "Told you."

"Oh, but it wasn't enough that you had to track me down-."

"Technically, I followed her," Harry pointed to Jade.

The mystery man then turned to Jade, "So what brought you here?" Harry could then feel what felt like a compulsion charm ripple in the air, after all, he had to learn what different spells felt like when they were cast.

"To hunt down the one that stole priceless artifacts from around the globe and to arrest the one responsible," Jade blurted out. She quickly covered her mouth as if to recall the words she just said when she wanted to say, 'None of your business.'

"Oh, so I have a thief and two trespassers, one of whom doesn't have a search warrant." A wand slowly appeared in the man's hand from his sleeve. "I think I should dispose of you now, no one will miss the two of you anyway." He then pointed the wand towards Jade and started to incant, "Avad-." However, Harry threw a wandless summoning charm on an expensive looking vase that was behind the man so it crashed into the back of the man's head.

The vase shattered into a million pieces upon collision. The apparent wizard staggered and lost his concentration on Jade, something that she took advantage of and closed the distance quickly. Just as the wizard was about to recover, Jade slammed her foot into the man's stomach, causing him to double over before chopping him in the back of the head, knocking him out cold.

Harry then approached the man's discarded wand and snapped it with extreme ease. The wand sputtered a few sparks at the break as the magic that was within it left, leaving the wand little more than kindling. Harry stood up as he looked at the downed wizard. "Well, that was a thing," he commented.

Jade returned to her senses, now realizing what the man next to her had done. "How did you-?" she asked but was cut off.

"Sorry, government secrets and all that. Don't be blabbing it around to anyone." Now normally Harry would have Obliviated her himself, but he was too drunk to really incant it without totally scrambling her brains by accident, therefore killing her if not damaging her mentally for life akin to what happened to Lockhart. Harry then approached the mask once more and stood a few paces away. "Now what to do with you..." he trailed.

The door to the penthouse then opened to reveal a man and a woman, both looked to be in their mid to late forties at the latest. Both had brown hair and wore what looked like 'g-men' suits. Harry, again, had first-hand experience on what they looked like thanks to being taught in the American Auror Academy. "Excuse us, we-" the man started before stopping, looking around the room seeing that there were three people other than them in it, one of which was knocked clean out. "Ok then." Harry immediately noticed the man's American accent.

"Who're you?" Harry asked, something that Jade echoed through body language.

"Umm..."

"Interpol, we've come to arrest that man," the woman covered for her male counterpart, her accent also revealed her to be American. She then cuffed the wizard even though he was knocked out.

The man, on the other hand, approached Harry while putting on purple gloves followed by pulling out what looked like a metallic bag of sorts. He took a glance at Harry's shirt and commented, "Nice shirt."

"Thanks," Harry replied cordially. The man then reached into the case and grabbed the Guy Fawkes mask before dropping it into the bag, which sparked like a live outlet, which caused both Harry and Jade's attention to be drawn towards it. "It supposed to do that?"

"Yeah, static buildup and all that," he replied.

"Whatever," Harry said, mostly not caring. He started to walk towards the door but noticed a familiar face form on the faceless wizard's face. "Bloody hell," he sighed.

"You know this guy?" the woman asked.

"Yeah, Vincent Crabbe. We thought we went off the grid ages ago. He hasn't been seen for years."

"Who's 'we'?"

Harry quickly came up with a lie that was mostly true, "Local police."

Harry started to walk away before the woman called out, "Don't you want to take him in?"

"I'm off duty and I'm going home, fuck it all," Harry replied carelessly, waving them off as he left the building.

When the two Americans had their backs turned Jade slipped out after grabbing the talisman that she had tagged.

As these two left, neither knew that they were being watched by another woman in the shadows.

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The next morning. 10am.

Harry loved waking up on late mornings for multiple reasons. One of which allowed him to wake up more naturally, you know, not being forced to wake up from an alarm clock. The second of which was being woken up in that extra special way that Ginny always did, well before she became a Quidditch superstar and all that. The third reason was for what he was feeling right now: a hangover.

Harry groaned as he forced himself to try and wake up. Trying to hit a nonexistent alarm clock that was buzzing him awake. Not wanting to search for it blindly, he summoned it to his hand and pressed the 'snooze' button. The buzzing stopped and he dropped the clock on the floor, not caring where it landed. Minutes later his phone started to ring and he tried to ignore it. But try as he might, it just got louder and more annoying every ring cycle it went through. He forced himself to get up and did a mental checklist. 'A piercing headache? Check. Dry and sore throat? Check. Feeling sick to my stomach? Also, check. Yep, I have a hangover.'

He groggy sat up and walked into the bathroom, rubbing the sandman out of the corners of his eyes as he went. He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a concoction of his own making: a Pepper-UP potion mixed with Tylenol whose precipitate was pressed into pill form. While it wasn't a hangover cure, as even wizards had yet to develop such a thing, but if they did they could sell it to both wizards and muggles alike and would make a killing in sales. He downed his own 'cure' and walked towards his kitchen. Still groggy, as the pill had yet to kick in as there was a minute or two delay, he realized that bacon was cooking on his stove. 'I didn't bring anyone home last night, did I?' he asked himself.

He peered into the kitchen and saw a largely built, black suited man cooking bacon at his stove. Harry drew his wand and kept it close to his side, keeping a low profile, he approached the man cooking and started to point his wand at him. However, before he could even cast a single spell a voice called out to him from his living room, "That will be unnecessary, Mr. Potter."

Harry turned towards his living room and saw a woman no older than he was sitting on his couch drinking coffee from the Schrödinger's Cat mug he got from Hermione two years ago for his birthday. She had dark red hair and while she wore a conservative, sleeveless dress, Harry could tell just by her eyes alone she was of the punkish nature that Nym Tonks once was like, we'll before she and Moony died, that is. The eyes were the gateway to the soul, and what Harry could see without actually delving into her mind was that this woman was smarter than she looked and carried a heavy burden that only she would be able to carry. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" Harry questioned.

She set his mug down on a coaster on his coffee table. "My apologies, I seem to have you at the disadvantage. My name is Claudia Donovan and that over there is Agent Jinks." Harry turned to look at the man and noted that his head was shaved and looked unnaturally young. "Come, sit. Have some breakfast, after all, you should make decisions on a full stomach." Harry sat down in his recliner, mostly out of curiosity, mainly because only he had the keys to his house. He didn't even have a spare since he learned a trick that would unlock the front door with his magic signature as a key. Her bodyguard placed on a plate in front of him that consisted mainly of bacon.

"You didn't answer my question. Why are you two Yanks doing in my apartment?" Harry asked before biting off a chunk of the strip of bacon he picked up.

"I've come to offer you a job."

"Oh?"

"We know that you've been suspended from being a wizard cop, and before you ask how I know, I just do. I also know that they intend to fire you for killing a Pureblood wizard regardless of the fact that he was fleeing from an officer and resisting arrest. I also know that due to a recent break-up you have no official ties to this part of the world."

"So you've been ruining my life, is that it?" Harry accused his 'guest'.

Claudia just laughed and looked at her bodyguard. "He's funny, isn't he Jinksy?"

"Absolutely," Jinks replied.

"I represent an organization that's more behind the scenes than what the wizards of the world believe they are. The Regents have had their eyes on you for a while, but haven't needed a reason to approach you, until last night that is."

"What do you mean they've had their eyes on me?"

"Well, the regents would certainly pay attention to a person that wanted to take over the world. They do thank you for dealing with him before they were forced to intervene."

Harry looked at her with a skeptical eye. "And why would you want me to take a job when you haven't even told me anything about it yet?"

"You have skills that we haven't had on our payroll for years. I can confirm that you will be well compensated for the tenure of your employment." She then stood up and Agents Jinks walked towards her. "If, in fact, you are interested, go to these coordinates on this card in three days. I will know if you are serious about the job if you're there." She opened the door and stopped to look at Harry once more, "I do promise you this, if you do come a world of endless wonder awaits you."

Harry looked down and saw a business card sitting in front of the place that the agent had set down in front of him. 'That definitely was not there before. Where did it come from?' he thought as the door closed behind the enigma Harry now knew as Claudia Donovan.

Harry picked up the business card and looked at it closely. It was your average, run of the mill thick stocked card. The only thing on it was a set of GPS coordinates. He flicked it through his fingers as if it were a coin. "Endless wonder, huh?" Harry pondered.

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Twelve hours later, San Francisco.

Jade Chan took the first flight in from London, technically it was a flight provided by Section 13, but the first thing that she did was ride back to base on her customized motorcycle, a hobby that she picked up that she found to be relaxing in her time off of work. As Captain Black was out of the office until the morning, Jade crashed in her office on her couch after returning her borrowed talisman.

When she woke up the next morning she was summoned to Black's office to give her report. She approached his office but stopped when she saw a smartly dressed red headed woman in his office sitting at his desk while he stood next to her at the side of his desk. Outside of his office was a man that was probably ten years older than Jade dressed in what Jade and many others dubbed 'g-man' attire. The black suit, black tie, black pleated pants, black shined shoes, and a white collared shirt. Before she could say anything, the man looked at her and said, "They're waiting for you inside."

"Uh, thanks," Jade replied with caution as she had no idea who this was.

She entered the office and Captain Black was finishing up a conversation with the woman. "Thanks for bringing him to my attention. If he does accept your offer, please let me know so I can call and touch base," Black said to her. He then noticed Jade. "Please have a seat," he gestured to the two seats that were always in front of his desk.

"Cap? What's going on? I thought I was going to give you my report from the sting operation?" Jade asked.

"You were, but something a little more clandestine has come up. Miss Donovan here wishes to have a word with you. Unfortunately, since this is way above my pay grade I will wait outside until you are done." Black then turned to Ms. Donovan. "Ma'am," he said before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

"So I heard about your adventures over the years," Ms. Donovan said as she opened a folder with Section 13 branding on it. "You've dealt with quite a few possible world ending events." She then flipped a few papers containing reports and case photos in front of Jade one by one as she mentioned the events that Jade did participate in over the years. "Obtaining the Talismans of Shendu, three times. Fighting and defeating Chi Demons even after they attempted to rewrite history with an Artifact known as the Book of Ages. The defeat of an evil Chi Wizard intending on attempting to rule the world both through the talismans and Oni masks. Said defeat of Tarakudo and his Oni generals. And to top the largest of them all off, stopping a megalomaniac son of one of your enemies named Drago, son of the Demon Sorcerer Shendu. You have quite a track record of success."

Jade was surprised that this woman had access to her files, but was also able to kick Captain Black out of his office, something that no one had accomplished before. "You flatter me, but what does this have to do with me anyway?"

Ms. Donovan leaned in, folding her hands on top of the desk. "You see, I represent a group of people who wish for objects, such as those that you've encountered over the years, to be held somewhere to be kept out of the hands of those that would willingly wish for harm to come to others for their own personal, selfish gains. I cannot tell you any more, however, should you choose to accept my offer you will be given an invitation to endless wonder."

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Three days later. "Middle of Nowhere", SD.

Harry rolled up to what was a large building built into the side of a mountain in the middle of the nowhere in South Dakota in a rental SUV. No, literally. It was the middle of nowhere. Harry had decided to see what this "endless wonder" was, after all, he was a wizard who lived and breathed magic daily. He had portkeyed directly to New York City and went through customs with an odd quickness he had never seen before, it was though he were expected. He took a connecting portkey to Sioux Falls where he rented an SUV and drove the rest of the way that had a GPS installed.

He left his apartment in London, only bringing what he needed for a long trip. After all, getting away from London and Ginny would be a good thing for a while. He also packed up any of Ginny's things and had them stored in a shrunken trunk and had it owled to her from Diagon Alley the day he left. He also changed his personalized security system so that she couldn't break in nor mess with his things. He waited for an hour before a female drove up on a bike wearing road leathers.

She took off her helmet and their eyes met. Now, instead of a cliché romance moment where they would instantly fall in love with each other, they instantly recognized each other and pointed to one another shouting in unison, and in stereo, "YOU!"

"What are you doing here?" Jade asked as she approached the 'mystery man.'

"I could ask you the same thing," Harry replied. "You look even hotter now that I'm not drunk as all hell," he snarked. If anything to see if he could get a reaction out of her.

"So you thought I was ugly?!"

Before Harry could reply he could hear a whistling sound approach and ducked just in time for a football, the American kind, to just miss his head by mere inches which then slammed into the side of the metal warehouse building. "Ah! There you are!" a man said as he came seemingly out of nowhere and walked past the two, to which they looked at him in confusion. He then leaned down, carrying a glowing techno-staff of some kind, sensor equipment if either were to guess, and opened the football to reveal a small screen. He pressed a few buttons inside of it before closing it. "How's your throwing arm?" he asked Harry.

"Pretty decent," Harry replied.

He soft tossed the ball to Harry. "Would you be so kind as to throw it in that direction?" he gestured in the opposite direction of the warehouse. Harry shrugged and gave it a good throw, to which it not only sped off much faster than he expected but much farther as it flew into the sky and out of sight. "Good! Now that that's all out of the way, please come inside. We have much to discuss." Harry started to follow the mystery man, but Jade stayed behind. "I've got milk and cookies," he goaded Jade. After mentally debating for a moment she relented and followed as well.

They walked down several flights of stairs before entering a tube-like tunnel that had clear, glass sections of reinforcement. The big thing that stood out was the word 'WARNING' in all caps and in red. "Try not to mess with the explosives, while they aren't as sensitive as when they were composed of TNT, I'd rather not jar them," the man said out of the blue and both Harry and Jade recoiled away from them. One short walk later and they arrived inside an office. The man placed his metal detector thing away and introduced himself, "Hello, my name is Arthur but you can call me Arty if you want. Before I can explain this job further, I need you to sign these." He then pulled out two stacks of paper and placed them in front of both Harry and Jade.

"What are these?" Jade asked.

"Your standard nondisclosure agreement which outlines that what you see here can not be discussed outside of the circle of people that work here and for us outside. Penalties for breaking this agreement have also been outlined on page two. This is your last chance to back out. This job is usually a life long commitment that usually drives people insane or to their deaths in various ways. People I've seen as a family were taken by this job. Please do keep that in mind."

Harry looked over the legally binding paperwork and saw that there was nothing out of the ordinary inside of its that would cause a conflict of interests. There wasn't interesting Clause that stated that they may tell one person of their choosing the true nature of their work. Harry then paged over to the second page and saw some of the penalties for violating the agreement in a blatant fashion including, but not limited to, international blacklisting, memory wipes, and imprisonment. Harry, seeing that he had very few options, signed it before pushing it back towards Arty. "Just another day at the office for me," he offhandedly mentioned.

Jade, on the other hand, studied the documents thoroughly, primarily because she once got swindled on a car with faulty parts and there was a clause that screwed her over, and she was sixteen at the time. After she read through all the conditions of the agreement, she signed it and pushed it back towards Arty as well. He then took them, rolled them up, and put them inside a pneumatic delivery tube system and sent it off.

"Well, now that that's out of the way, Harry Potter, Jade Chan, Jade, Harry. There we go, introductions are out of the way. From this day forth you will be partners, congratulations," Arty said in a very neutral, sort of bored tone.

"Wait, what?!" Jade exclaimed.

"You mean she didn't- of course she didn't," Arty trailed with expected disappointment.

"What are we doing exactly?" Harry interjected.

Arty was knocked out of his train of thought, "Hmm? Oh, right. Your job is to snag, bag, and tag dangerous items called Artifacts that are then stored here in the Warehouse."

"Artifacts?"/"Warehouse?" Jade and Harry asked at the same time.

Arty sighed, "This way." He then started to walk towards a door near a set of blinded windows. He walked through it and Jade turned to Harry, only for him to shrug in response before following. The two stepped through just seconds after each other, but their reactions were identical. Their eyes widened in shock at the sheer size of the Warehouse they were in. Aisles arranged in incomprehensible patterns were in rows and arrays that were stacked dozens of meters up and what had to be miles upon miles wide and long as it held an entire commercial shipping vessel, the Hindenburg, and even a pyramid. "Agents Potter and Chan, welcome to Warehouse 13."

To be continued?

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And that is the end of that one. Quite interesting, don't you think? But you guys should all know me well enough by now to expect the SPANISH INQUISITION! I mean notes.

1. This is a reference to the movie Lilo & Stitch if you couldn't tell. Have fun with that idea.

2. When you think about it, it makes a lot of sense. Hide in plain sight and by calling their magical police "Agents" they lower the possibility of the non-magic population from discovering them, rather assuming that they're some kind of government agent of some kind.

3. A Red vs. Blue reference. Why? Because I could and I needed a name to be used in a back story.

4. See "A Very Potter Musical" for this reference. It's on this site somewhere or another.

And that's my pilot for a 3-way crossover with these three properties. As you can see with the sheer amount of backstory I created, I might actually make this its own thing. After all, there is an entire wiki page filled with fan submitted Artifacts like the Artifact in this pilot, Guy Fawkes mask, and there's hundreds more! And there's even an insinuation that Captain Black may be a member of the same Black family that Sirius was from, albeit a few times removed.

As you also read Harry and Jade met Claudia, Steve, Myka, Artie, and Pete. How I would write their interactions, well, I don't quite know at this point. That's what's keeping this from moving from just a pilot to an actual chaptered series. But for now, at least people will be able to enjoy it here in this repository.

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