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Nick Fury wasn't the kind of person to watch silly movies and read child books.

But when a British woman suddenly becomes much too famous and reaches a certain level of richness, as any other new member of the world's first class, S.H.I.E.L.D. investigates.

It is 2001, a new century is beginning, and it has been only one year since the former assassin know as Black Widow entered their agency, two since first direct contact with the former Russian agent, and the Council notices her.

Joan Rowling, born in Yate, England, on July 31, 1965, J.K. Rowling came from a lower middle class family before becoming one of the most well women in the world. Pen name, J.K., came from the incorporation of grandmother's name, Katherine. The woman had a surprisingly difficult life before the fame. Has a male child called James, born in 1993, afterwards divorced her Spanish husband and moved closer to her sister, Liza, who lived in Edinburgh. Sold the Harry Potter and Sorcerer's Stone book for and equivalent of $4000.

And thus her wallet started getting heavier and heavier.

It has been some time since he had been on the field, and everyone told him to not go because it was definitely too much for him, of all agents. Or rather, he was too much for the mission. But it is a gut feeling telling him to go, so go he does.

It is one of those social events, the Harry Potter themed ones, where fans reunited to get a chance to meet their idol's creator. He sits there, drinking some damn good coffee and reading her first book. It takes hours until the event ends and everyone leaves the bookstore. She hasn't left it, even if she was taken from the main room hours ago, and enters it again with her eyes shining with happiness as she looked around the empty store. Soon, her eyes fell on him and she tilts her head, red hair spilling over her shoulder as she walks towards his table.

"I'm sorry, sir. But the store is closed."

"I know." She blinks at him, a crooked smile on her lips.

"I'm actually waiting for quite some time to speak with you, Miss Rowling."

"Well, you weren't the only one." He chuckles at her response, slowly shaking his head as he stood up from his chair and offers his hand.

"Not for the same reason. And, unlike them, I have the authorization for staying here after your little meet and greet." Her grip is strong and confident as she shook his hand.

"Then, I'm most curious for your reason of waiting so long." He only smirks and offers her the seat in front of him, she accepts it gracefully, siting slowly without breaking eye-contact. "May I have your name?"

"Call me Agent Fury, from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."

"That's a long name."

"You're not the first to say that."

"Is that a fucking Voldemort?!"

Now, that meeting seemed much far away now, yet still fresh in his mind. That day, he had walked out of the bookstore late in the night after a rather pleasant evaluation, and an even more pleasant conversation. The woman had come out to be a clean slate, she wouldn't, probably, be much of a bother.

After the meeting, he had loosely accompanied the series, enjoying the fantastical, if not naive, work of a smart woman he had met years ago.

But now, as he watched the impossible and destructive battle, two supposedly fictional characters fighting with destructive prowess he had only in the likes of Hulk or Thor, Nick couldn't help but think that those movies didn't really captured the danger and deadly thing that was, and could be, magic.

It was a show of light and energy. Their satellites were detecting levels of energy never seen in only one place. Those two individuals battling (Director, civilian visuals confirming the names 'Harry Potter' and 'Tom'!) were pure power houses. His thoughts turned to Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S. and couldn't help but think that if they could control and connect they would have possible infinite energy. Limitless power.

"Sir, our helicopters already are over the area, we have our own visuals and ready to act."

"Is Barton in our teams over there?"

"No, sir. He has yet to get there."

"Tell him to put them down when he gets there, but try not to kill them. What about Coulson?" An earpiece was handled to him. "Coulson, give me your thoughts."

"Sir, we already have casualties. Just now, there was an explosion, and their energy seems to be forming an seemingly impenetrable dome around them."

"Test that theory out."

Noise of a machine gun being fired could be heard, and through their cameras the image of the dome blocking the bullets. The gunning stopped seconds after it started.

"Theory confirmed."

"Do not attempt to shoot at it again. We don't want anything rebounding and hitting the civilians."

The dome glowed fiercely before disappearing. The 'Harry Potter' unknown and the 'Tom' unknown were at its center, the girl shot a beam of light at 'Tom', it hit the other being squarely in its chest (it was much deformed, scarily alike the descriptions on the Harry Potter books - he was reluctant in believing that they were fictional characters, though. So he opted to cal the snake-like being an it), the beam transformed it into ashes, the object in its hands flying over to the girl and she caught it infirmly in her hand as the being's ashes circled around her and then her body seemed to absorb it.

"Barton is here, sir. Permission to shoot?"

"Not granted. Let's see what she's going to do." He didn't know why, but his gut was telling to not shoot.

The girl pointed the object previously owned by the serpentine being to the sky.

"Zoom on her hand. I want to know what that thing is."

It was a white stick (wand, but he purposely ignored that), it had strange circular things in its body. From its tip, a light appeared. It spread over the ruins around them, another dome of light forming over all area damaged, and then it sank over everything. All ruined paraphernalia were returned to its rightful place, buildings were fixed up and material damage were erased.

But the dead remained.

"Is she…Is she crying?" One of his agents, probably a new recruit, asked. His voice hesitant and confused.

And then, once again, she was gone with a crack.

He refused to listen the little voice, the nerdy one, in his head that said Apparate.

Joan Rowling is a character I created so in this story she could be Harry Potter's creator, and this story could be posted on this website. The only characteristics she shares with the true writer, Joanne Rowling, is her personality, last name, pen name, writing skills and Potterverse knowledge. Appearance, family and life in general shall be otherwise much different than J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter's rightful writer.

A/N: Ok, for those of you who didn't read Fictional first, I recommend you to do it. This is going to be a series of drabbles in no particular order. The chapters can be in either before or after Harry killed Voldemort.