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Questions

"What happens to the Death Eaters?" From Guest

The last we saw of the remaining Death Eaters, is when they entered Hogwarts. So from the perspective of Harry, SHIELD and you guys, their current whereabouts are unknown. I'm afraid I can't reveal any more apart from, they are still alive, and the Ministry of Magic have by now been alerted to the Battle that took place. This will be included a little in this chapter, but the Death Eaters won't return until later chapters.

Again, thank you for all of your reviews :) Each one gives me the incentive and motivation to keep writing! Having said that … sorry for the wait! I had the most rubbish writer's block, but I decided to just hash it out for you guys. So, apologies if it isn't great and if there are typos but Ta-Da! It's finally here :D

Chapter 5

Sat in the cell, resting his head on his hands, Harry waited to hear some disturbance from outside where his bag should appear. He hoped beyond all hope that it didn't draw any unwanted attention to it. The last thing he needed was to be re-captured on his wayout of here … wherever here was!

Suddenly he heard a noise outside, "so life does exist outside this room", he murmured as he moved towards the door. He placed his ear against it to listen more closely. There was a gentle knocking which Harry presumed to be his bag. Gripping the Elder wand tightly, he cast Alohomora at the door and heard several locks and bolts sliding and clicking open.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and pushed the door open. Stepping out of the doorway he looked to the left first to check for guards, seeing no one, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked to the right. Harry froze.

"Erm … hi?"

The sound of guns cocking met his ears in response and is that a bow?

15 minutes later

"Gah!" Harry suddenly shot bolt upright, at least as upright as anyone could get when their hands and torso were bolted down to a cold, uncomfortable, metal chair. He tried to squint in the semi-dark room, in which he appeared to be trapped in. "Merlin, why's it always me? Now I know how Neville felt" he grumbled under his breath.

"I don't believe you are in a position to be asking the questions, Mr Potter". A deep voice came from the corner of the room.

Immediately Harry stiffened and frantically looked around for the threat. "Who are you? Why am I here? What do you want with me?" He noticed a metal table sitting about a metre in front of him with a chair, looking comfier than his, on the other side.

The voice spoke again in a bored and condescending tone. "Did you not just hear what I said? I'm the one asking the questions here."

Harry registered that the voice sounded American, what the heck am I doing in America? Or maybe it's just a creepy American dude, that likes dark rooms and hiding in corners, in Britain. He shuffled in his chair, and discreetly tested his wrist movement in the shackles.

"If you even think about attempting that mumbo-jumbo crap, my sniper will shoot you with another dart so fast, you won't even have time to blink." The mystery voice threatened. "Only next time you'll be waking up in something worse than wrist, body and leg restraints."

Ah, maybe not so discreet- wait, leg restraints? Looking down as far he could with the metal bar restricting his torso, he saw the dim light reflecting off shackles around his leg. Oh man, I'll get pins and needles later. "Was there a point to cutting off the circulation to my legs or is that just your only source of entertainment in this otherwise dull room?" He asked snappily.

"Quite the attitude you have there." Harry was starting to see a silhouette of a figure from the same corner of the voice, as his eyes adjusted to the light.

"Yeah, well that happens when someone went through kind of a lot yesterday and has been locked up in a frankly boring room for hours on end, with nothing to do except look at the same four white walls." He stated, aware that he started to sound frantic. Keep it together. Think of Uncle Vernon's speech before a business deal; Cool, calm and collected, keep cool, calm and collected, keep cool, calm and-

"Days."

"Huh?" ... collected, keep cool, calm and collected, keep cool-

"You have been here for days Mr Potter."

… calm … and …

"WHAT? Days? But I … yesterday … I … I literally woke up … like an hour ago, what do you mean days?" Harry knew that his voice had gone horribly high pitched at the end, but he didn't care, I couldn't have been asleep for that long, and if I had then where are the Ministry of Magic officials. Surely they have been looking for me?! They would use some fancy secret way of finding lost wizards! Wouldn't they?

The voice sighed and from the darkened corner, a tall imposing man emerged. Closer inspection showed the man wore an eye patch over one eye and a black leather trench coat upon his shoulders. He walked forward and placed his hands on the table with a sigh.

"Look, I'm gonna be straight with you. We saw you on the satellite feed with two kids several months back." Harry's mouth went dry when he realised that the man was talking about Ron and Hermione. "We kept you on surveillance whilst the three of you were bunny hopping from one place to the next."

Harry's eyes were wide in shock. It didn't even occur to them that the muggles would be able to spot them on cameras, let alone follow them around the country! "You were able to follow us?" He asked in mix of an awed and horror stuck whisper.

"Shut up, I'm doing the talking." The man moved into the spare chair and held Harry's gaze. "Yes I had you followed. You were unknowns with unknown powers and it's our job to keep this world safe." Harry felt himself automatically relax slightly at that. If this man was in favour of keeping the world and its occupants alive, then maybe he wouldn't be as inclined to hurt Harry, regardless of what he thought the man was capable of. "For 9 months I had highly trained operatives following you in person and via cameras on a screen, then one day out of the blue a castle out of all things suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the middle of Scotland, in which the most brutal and fatal fight took place." Harry's breath hitched. "Know anything about that?" The man's gaze hardened, and seemed to pierce Harry's thoughts. Out of instinct Harry slammed down his Occlumency shields.

Behind those barriers, Harry's mind was running through thoughts and theories a mile a minute. If the anti-muggle wards had fallen then maybe the rest of the Wizarding World was at risk. What if there were hordes of muggles currently walking through Hogwarts? Would they see the magical castle in all its glory or the dilapidated state in which uninvited muggles were meant to see? But even if they saw the true image of Hogwarts, they would probably be preoccupied with the devastation the battle left behind.

"So?" Harry was jolted out of his thoughts.

"Sorry what?"

"What do you have to say to that?" The man prompted.

"Have to say to what?" Within the memories, Harry had lost track of what caused that direction of thought in the first place.

The man had a look of irritated exasperation. "Are you deliberately being stupid? Tell me! What are you? How do you teleport? What was that fight about, and HOW THE HELL DID THAT FRICKING CASTLE APPEAR … OUT OF NOWHERE?" At the end of his rant, the man was yelling and towering over the table towards Harry within spitting distance.

Feeling overcome with anger at the audacity of the man who had drugged him, kidnapped him, tied him up, and was now yelling at him. Harry had had enough. "Who are you to ask me that? What gives you the right? It's nothing to do with you what I am or what I can do! I'm so fed up with people expecting or demanding things from me. All my life I've been dragged, shoved, pushed and pulled by people like you. ENOUGH! It ends now." Breathing heavily and giving his best angry stare, Harry felt quite confident and satisfied with his speech. It felt good to finally let out all the frustration that had been pent up since the first time Uncle Vernon locked him in his cupboard and Aunt Petunia insulted his parents, even if it was to a complete stranger who seemed to have been shocked into silence.

The stillness in the room started to drag on.

And on.

And on.

Until the man seemed to snap out of his state of astonishment. It's almost as if nobody has ever yelled at him. Hmm maybe that's why he is turning a startling shade of red …

"It is my business because I make it my business! It is my job to find any dangers which threaten the security of this Nation. No, this world! It's people like you that have to be monitored and if needed, to be taken down, which I am prepared to do if I see it necessary!" The man steadily got louder and louder, as he ranted on.

"I'M NOT DANGEROUS! You have no right!"

What happened next went unnoticed by the two males in the room as they were so caught up in their 'conversation'.

As the shackles around Harry's legs snapped off in sparks, a sniper dart was shot from one of the corners of the room. However, before it could come into contact with Harry, a blue transparent shield materialised around Harry, so the dart which was filled with a sedative designed to knock someone out for 15 minutes, simply bounced off.

"Well as long as you are on American soil. I have every right!" The man punctuated his statement by punching the table with his fist.

"I'M ONLY ON AMERICAN SOIL, BECAUSE YOU KIDNAPPED ME, YOU IMBACILE!" The arm restraints flew off through the shield and hit the opposite wall with a bang, as a second dart was blocked.

"Yeah! Well I'm Nick Fury, the Director of SHIELD. WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"

The final barrier gave away with a groan of the metal, and Harry stood up and slammed his hands on the table with his face inches away the newly named Nick Fury.

"I'm Harry James Potter, and I'M A BLOODY WIZARD!"

A/N – So here you go, chapter 5. Love it? Hate it? Any suggestions? PM any questions you have. Review it and let me know what you think!

- Skendo