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“Merlin, what a hideous house.”
“Well it’s a good thing we’re here to investigate it, not live in it, huh Draco?” Harry gave his partner a teasing look before opening the iron gate that guarded the large manor house in front of them.
There was no one living in the manor, supposedly, but there had been several reports of dark magic being performed there. Kingsley had personally asked them to investigate the premises because they were, supposedly, the Aurors experts on dark magic. Draco had scoffed at the title, insisting it was a backhanded compliment, while Harry had to point out that they were the Aurors with the most experience with dark magic, willingly or not.
But Draco’s mood had not improved since their investigation began. “I cannot believe Kingsley sent us on this mundane housecall…” He muttered as the two cleared the front hall.
Harry rolled his eyes, “If you keep fussing, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”
Draco sent him a cold glare, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.” Harry smiled, before something out the front window caught his eye, “We’ve got company…”
Immediately, Draco’s grip on his wand tightened as he moved quickly to Harry’s side as they looked out the window, “Muggles.” Draco noted as he spied the flashy red car outside the gate, “Well I suppose it shouldn’t be too hard to obliviate them and send them on their way.”
“Might not be that easy, Draco. “ Harry sighed, “Those just aren’t any Muggles. I recognize them from the news.”
Draco raised an eyebrow, “Why are their Muggles in our news?”
“Muggle news, Draco.” Harry shook his head, “That’s why we have a Muggle television, not just so you can watch Downton Abbey.” He took a deep breath, “Anyway, long story short: Last year, there was a devastating attack on New York, and these two men helped stop it.”
“New York? So now there are Americans poking their noses where they don’t belong?” Draco scoffed, “Well that’s just great.”
“They might be Americans, but the agency they’re a part of is an international one.” Harry nodded, “Quick, take off your robes!”
Draco blinked, “Whatever for?”
Harry was already stripping off his Auror’s robes, “Because we need to look Muggle to them.” He nodded, “If S.H.E.I.L.D. is investigating the same house we are, we need to find out what they know.” He smiled at Draco, “Once we find out what we need to know, then we can obliviate them.”
“Now that sounds like a plan, Potter.” Draco smirked, shrugging off his robes and storing his wand in his arm holster.
“I’ve been known to come up with them on occasion.” Harry smirked, “Though for now, you may want to use for maiden name. No need to confuse the Americans by introducing ourselves both as Agent Potter.”
Draco rolled his eyes, “Funny, that.” He opened the front door, watching the two Americans approach, “So, do these…shield men, have names?”
“The blond is Captain Steven Rogers.” Harry whispered in Draco’s ear, “Though I’m not sure which branch of the American military…and his partner, in every way, if the media is to be believed, is Anthony Stark.” He chuckled, “I think you’ll like him.”
“Oh?” Draco looked at Harry, “And why is that?”
“Because he’s a rich bastard.” Harry walked down the steps, putting on the air of professionalism (much to Draco’s pride, he had been working with Harry for months on his decorum), “Hello Captain Rogers, Mr. Stark.”
The two Americans looked surprised, “Didn’t realize there would be a welcome party.” Stark muttered, adjusting his sunglasses.
“Yes, well, when S.H.I.E.L.D. sends agents, we can’t help but be a bit curious.” Harry nodded, “Agent Harry Potter, and this is my partner, Agent Draco Malfoy.”
Both wizards took their badges out of their pockets to show out of their pockets to show the other men. The badges were charmed to project the image of what the recipient perceived they were looking at. Harry imagined the person who had thought of that might have been a Muggleborn with a Doctor Who addiction, but as long as it worked…
“I didn’t realize MI6 was aware of what S.H.E.I.L.D. was doing.” Rogers admitted.
Draco smiled, on his best behavior, “We do like to keep tabs on everyone.” He nodded, “Shall we head inside?”
As the four walked inside, Harry could hear Stark and Rogers whispering back and forth. No doubt the Americans were just as wary of them as Harry and Draco were of them.
But before either of them could voice any further concerns, there was a loud crash from upstairs.
“Looks like we have company.” Rogers muttered, racing up the stairs, Stark right on his heels.
Draco rolled his eyes, “Americans, always so eager to run head first into danger…”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Harry nodded, running after the two Americans. Draco really had no choice but to follow. Someone had to keep Harry from getting himself killed.
They ended up in a large open room (originally meant to be a library, Draco would have told anyone who asked). Though instead of books, the four men found…four more men. The crashing sound had come from the two men who were currently engaged in a very violent brawl. Both blondes had a good amount of blood on their faces, the one in the leather jacket most likely had a broken nose while the man in the suit would probably be nursing his black eye for weeks.
Behind them were two dark haired men engaged in a standoff. Well, it was a standoff mainly because the smaller, bespectacled man had a handgun trained on the man with the trench coat.
It certainly was a sight, but that wasn’t what caught Harry or Draco’s eye. No, what got their attention was the fact the entire room was covered in complex runes and arrays.
Harry sent Draco a quick look. The blond knew far more about runes than Harry after all. Draco gave his partner a quick nod, letting him know he was working on deciphering the runes that surrounded them.
Rogers had apparently taken it upon himself to separate the two fighting men. And had been successful, surprisingly enough. “What is going on here?” He asked calmly, as if he had not just interrupted a brawl.
The man with glasses (who wasn’t Harry) spared a glance at the group, keeping the gun trained at the trench coat, “Top Secret business, it’s need to know.”
Stark rolled his eyes, “Well considering you’re talking to two members of the Avengers, as well as two agents from MI6,” He waved a hand toward Harry and Draco, “I’m sure we need to know.”
Both the man in the suit and the man with the glasses shared a look before the gun was trained on Harry and Draco, “Those two are not MI6 agents.” Glasses said firmly.
Draco didn’t react to having a gun pointed at him for two reasons. One, he wasn’t complete familiar with what guns did. Two, he was thoroughly focused on the runes surrounding them. Harry, being the good partner and lover that he was, stepped between the gun and Draco.
“What the hell do you mean? We saw their identification.” Stark raised an eyebrow, looking rather amused.
Glasses gave Stark a look, “Well considering that we work for MI6 and have never seen these two before, I’d say you two were duped.”
Well damn, Harry thought, things got a lot more complicated. As slyly as he could, he worked his wand from his sleeve, whispering confundus under his breath.
Luckily the Americans were easily distracted, “We can work out who’s impersonating who later.” Rogers muttered, looking at the room, “What on earth is all of this…”
The Suit wiped some blood off his chin, “We were investigating this house for the odd activity when we found these two,” he gestured to the leather jacket and the trench coat, “In the middle of this Satanic ritual or some other nonsense.”
“It’s not Satanic,” Trench coat finally spoke up, his voice deep and gravelly, “We heard there was a disturbance here, and while we are not quite sure what it is, it does not pertain to Lucifer.”
“And you are…what, an expert in the occult?” Stark raised an eyebrow.
Leather jacket glared at Stark, “Shut the hell up, smart ass.”
Stark raised an eyebrow, “Someone’s cocky for getting his ass kicked.”
No doubt the argument would have spiraled out of control, but Harry was distracted by Draco, who suddenly let out a shaky breath, “Sweet Merlin and Morgana…we need to get out of here!”
The room stopped, staring at Draco.
“You want to let us in on what’s happening here?” Suit frowned, stepping toward Draco.
“There’s no time to explain!” Draco sounded frantic. A true sign to Harry that things were serious, “We need to get out of here now!”
It was then that the door to the room slammed shut, and the windows went black.