Disclaimer:

I don't own anything related to the rights of Harry Potter or Warehouse 13.

Author's Note:

No clue where this came from, just popped into existence one day.

(Feb. 20th) - Fixed some naming mistakes and a few other small errors.

Publish Date: Feb. 1st, 2014

Update Date: Feb. 20th, 2014

Prologue

Delivery At The Warehouse

Pete, Myka, Claudia and Steve walked into the Warehouse bickering about nothing as per usual, but this time Myka and Claudia, who were in front of the two boys, stopped dead, causing Pete and Steve to run into them in confusion.

"What's going on?" Steve asked, looking around. "Why did you stop?"

Pete snorted and muttered "That's what she said," under his breath, causing the rest to roll their eyes at the rather predictable response.

"There's someone new in the warehouse," Myka said, answering Steve's question and ignoring Pete.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Claudia asked the man suspiciously.

"You can call me Harry and I am waiting," The man sitting at the desk reading a book answered.

Claudia clapped and pointed at the door, saying, "Well this isn't a bus stop, so you'll have to wait somewhere else."

The man grinned and casually put the book in his hands down, and only then did Claudia realize he had been looking at the Warehouse inventory list. Before she could comment, the now identified Harry said, "I'm well aware of what this place is, Claudia Donovan."

At the mention of her name, Claudia froze and Steve drew his Tesla, only for the Tesla to fly out of his hands and his limbs snap together, sending him tipping over into Pete, who was now struggling to prop him up.

With everyone's attention drawn to Steve's predicament, no one kept their eyes on the intruder for a full two seconds, a fact that Claudia cursed violently in her mind for as she turn back and saw he was gone.

Or invisible. That was a distinct possibility as well.

"A very interesting weapon, the Tesla," Harry spoke from behind the group, causing them to spin to see him reclining in a chair with his feet propped up on the table and examining the Tesla in his hands. "But this one has been modified quite a bit." Harry hummed in thought, looking at the weapon more closely before muttering, "No, this one is completely new. Interesting."

Claudia, always a bit prideful in her work, puffed up and asked, "Oh? Interesting how?"

Harry turned to the young woman and smiled, saying, "Interesting enough that I'm prepared to offer you a job." Claudia was about to decline when he continued with, "Part-time, rather flexible around Warehouse work, and you'd get to mess with stuff and make things like you do here."

Claudia looked at the stranger oddly for a second before asking, "Flexible around Warehouse work?"

"Claudia!" Myka interrupted. "No taking job offers from strangers in the Warehouse!"

The redhead looked sheepish at having asked and was trying to be stern instead when Harry added, "I'll pay you well, in cash or gold or whatever you want, for whatever work you do, no matter how much, or how little work that is. I will say, however, that this kind of arrangement gets my rather small, low priority things that you can take your time with, unless you specifically request something more. The only thing I ask is that you keep what you learn about me, and anything related to me in any way, secret. I don't expect you to tell me anything about the Warehouse or your friends, all I really ask for is the same courtesy."

Claudia apparently thought about it long enough that Myka couldn't take it anymore and spouted, "You can't seriously be considering this, Claudia."

"He did kinda just waltz in here and make Jinksy here act like a wooden board, Claud," Pete added, still holding up the other agent, who was mumbling something, but couldn't be understood due to the fact that he couldn't move his lips.

Claudia's head snapped back to the man and she said accusingly, "What did you do to Jinksy?"

Harry rolled his eyes and replied, "I petrified him." He seemed to consider his answer for a second before correcting, "Well, paralyzed would be a more accurate term, and I only really did it in response to him drawing his weapon."

And if he hadn't done that?" Claudia asked, noticing the looks she was getting from the rest of the team. She was curious about this newcomer, so sue her!

"Then I wouldn't have done anything," the man said with a shrug. "What would be the point? I can leave when I wish and my business here isn't finished yet."

Claudia opened her mouth to respond when Artie walked into the room from deeper within the Warehouse. He immediately froze, seeing the entire team standing in the middle of the room (Well, Steve was more leaning and why was he doing that?), and asked the most standard question in his arsenal.

"What is going on here?!"

Harry leaned over in the chair he was currently occupying and spotted Arthur. He suddenly brightened and said loudly, "Hello Arthur! We're coming to take you away, ha-ha!" Harry said, making Claudia nearly chuckle at the reference.

Arthur seemed to regain his composure and demanded, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"You can call me Harry. As for why I'm here, well, two reasons really. Firstly, I'm waiting on Irene to come by. She has a package for me." Harry looked at the watch on his wrist and continued, "It shouldn't be too much longer, I was a bit early." The man grinned and added, "And secondly, I'm poaching."

Arthur stiffened significantly and exclaimed, "Poaching!?" He marched over and stuck his finger into Harry's chest and said, "Stop. Trying. To. Poach. My. Agents." Poking him in the chest to emphasize each word.

Harry just looked down at the offending appendage and then looked at Arthur blandly, simply stating, "Personal space, Arthur."

Arthur took a deep breath and took a step backwards before asking, "And why would she be bringing you a package?"

"Wait, who is Irene?" Claudia asked, a bit confused.

"Mrs. Frederic," Arthur and Harry answered together before Harry turned back towards Arthur and continued, "And she's bringing me a package because I told your Regents to fetch."

"Not exactly the way I would have worded it," A voice interrupted, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. The head of the Regents stood near the door and was holding a slim box, about a foot and a half in length and about four inches deep. "Harry," Mr. Kosan greeted stiffly.

"Adwin Kosan." Harry said with a tight smile. "How nice to see you again. I was expecting Irene."

"Wait, you two know each other?" Claudia asked, even more curious now than she was before.

"We've met," Harry said succinctly.

"You shot me," The head of the Regents snorted indignantly, walking over to Harry.

Harry just shrugged and blandly drawled back, "You shot me first."

"Umm," Pete interrupted, "Not to be mean or anything, just kinda curious, but, are you both really such bad shots that you're both still here?" The Warehouse agent immediately looked apologetic after finishing his question and was going to open his mouth to say 'never mind' when Mr. Kosan spoke.

"What... Harry is failing to mention is that I shot him in the head." Everyone's eyes widened, then jaws met concrete as Mr. Kosan added, "Twice."

"And then you had the sheer, bloody audacity to turn your back on me." Harry snorted a short laugh before adding cheekily, "Bad move, eh, mate?"

Claudia was working her jaw trying to find something to say to that. She was the one of witty one-liners and comic rejoinders, damnit! She should have something to interject here! This was just waaaay too tense! Could she really not come up with anything?

"Wait, what?"

'Okay Claudster, when I said anything, I didn't mean for you to include stupid,' Claudia thought to herself, trying to come up with something to cover her idiocy. She smiled stiffly and said, "What was that last bit that was said? I was too busy imagining just how much it would hurt to get shot in the head twice."

As soon as the words left her mouth in a rush, Claudia cringed internally. 'That sounded so much better and more tactful in my head,' she thought.

She had just opened her mouth to give it voice when Harry barked out a quick laugh and replied, "You have no idea." He turned back to the Regent head and continued, "Either way, water under the bridge. That's the item I take it?"

Mr. Kosan nodded once and handed the small box over to Harry, who glanced inside and then slipped the box in his jacket. "I do hope you know what you're doing with such a thing, Harry," Mr. Kosan said gravely. "Failing in an endeavor such as this could have extreme personal consequences."

Harry just nodded and replied with a crooked half-grin, "Wish me luck then," before simply vanishing into thin air.

Mr. Kosan just snorted before saying, "Showoff."

Claudia gaped at the place Harry had been occupying before finally saying, "What just happened here?"

"A package was delivered and the recipient departed," Mr. Kosan replied, looking at Claudia blandly as if these kind of things happened daily.

Which, as Claudia thought about it, might just be possible.

"Was was in the package?" Myka asked.

Mr. Kosan turned to Myka and responded stiffly, "Nothing that concerns the Warehouse. That is all you need to know." With that, he calmly turned and departed.

Claudia huffed and stuffed her hands in her pocket before frowning and pulling a confused face. Steve looked at her and asked, "Everything okay, Claud?"

Instead of replying, Claudia pulled a business card out of her pocket. Her frown deepened and she said, just a bit too loudly in the currently quiet office, "How in the hell did he get this in my pants?"