Chapitre 13: 13. THE PLOT ARMOUR WAS SHIELD!?
This chapter answers the readers' questions about Harry's plot armor, explaining how it's possible and addressing concerns about the difficulty being too easy for Harry.
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Harry was seated at Domino's desk in the quiet office. With not much work to do, he suggested that Domino take up some classes and a gym membership to improve herself.
Studying a book and Sirius's journal, Harry aimed to figure out how to transform into an animagus, hoping to master it in a few months. The office door's bell chimed, signaling a visitor.
In walked a bald guy in glasses, suitcase in hand, confidently striding in. Harry vaguely remembered him—Jasper Sitwell, the one who led those soldiers in Central Park.
Observing the sneak-a-scope above the door going wild, Harry grew suspicious. As Sitwell approached, Harry was cautious but asked, "How can I help you, Mr. Sitwell?"
Sitwell appeared surprised for a moment. Harry attempted to read his mind with his not-so-great mind-reading skills.
Fuzzy, unclear images flashed in Harry's mind. He saw a stern-looking bald black man wearing an eye patch and a leather jacket in a modern office with a large bird symbol and the word SHIELD on the wall behind him.
Harry couldn't hear their conversation.
As Sitwell entered, Harry stood up to greet him, not wanting to seem vulnerable if the man posed a threat.
Placing his suitcase on Harry's desk, Sitwell opened it and handed over a picture of a hammer.
"What do you know about this?" Sitwell asked as he casually leaned back in the chair.
Harry moved to Domino's chair, examining the image.
"It's not just a regular hammer; it looks more like a weapon. It's fancy, maybe for someone important. There are some intricate designs, not like Celtic but more like Norse?"
"How do you know that?" Sitwell inquired.
"Celtic designs usually have abstract patterns, while Norse designs show creatures or people," Harry explained, recalling his time in a Scottish castle with Hermione, where he'd learned about knotwork.
Harry placed the picture down and focused on the man across from him.
"What else can you tell us about this hammer?" the man asked.
Harry thought about the situation. It seemed like some organization had noticed him—probably not what he intended when he openly announced he was a wizard. Maybe this group was similar to the International Confederation of Wizards in his world. Wizards tended to create odd acronyms, like OWLs or NEWTs, so SHIELD wouldn't be too surprising in the Ministry.
They knew about him but didn't come in aggressively. It seemed like a test.
Realizing this, Harry took out his wand and used it to animate the photo. He moved the perspective around, showing that the hammer sat on a thin pillar of earth.
The man seemed relaxed, but his eyes followed Harry's wand closely.
With a few more wand movements, Harry spotted scientific gear and military people in the background.
"They're not wizards," Harry concluded to himself.
"You couldn't move the hammer. Looks like you can't even affect the ground it's on," Harry said.
The man didn't confirm or deny anything.
"Aparecium."
Lettering in an ancient script appeared on the hammer, along with enchanting runes that even Hermione's books didn't cover. Harry quickly grabbed one of Hermione's rune books and started taking notes.
"Whoever holds this hammer, if they're worthy, gets the power of Thor," Harry read aloud, astonished.
"You mean you had… what was it called again? Sounds like a cat meowing… Thor's hammer, the god of thunder?" Harry asked, surprised.
"Not anymore. He took it with him," the man replied calmly.
"So this was a test. What does SHIELD want with me, Agent Sitwell?"
The man's muscles tensed slightly, a subtle reaction.
"The director wants to meet you."
"I'm guessing it's not really a choice," Harry said.
"It is, actually. There's just no reason for you to decline the invitation," the man clarified.
"Okay. Let me just call my assistant so she knows where I am," Harry said, picking up his new cellphone—the third one he owned.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Hey Domino, I'm heading out with a potential new client. I might not be home when you return, and I'll leave my phone here at the office."
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"No, I think I'll go alone. I'll close the office, and you can have a relaxing night at home. Just don't spend all night staring at yourself in the mirror."
"What are you talking about?"
Harry wanted to sigh. After going through so many cell phones, he used Sirius's journal to enchant the backs of two wristwatch mirrors for secret communication.
"Anyway, I'm leaving my phone on your desk next to your mirror. Can you check it when you come in?"
"Oh, got it! Be safe, okay?"
"Sure thing. Talk to you soon."
Harry thought his secret message was pretty weak. It was a lot less cryptic than the code he used in Umbridge's office, but he decided to come up with better codes for Domino in the future.
"Show me the way," Harry said, indicating to the man.
He was guided to sit in the back of a black SUV. Agent Sitwell sat in the front next to the driver.
After a few minutes of driving, Harry felt his wristwatch vibrate. He answered Domino's call discreetly, signaling her to stay quiet before flipping the watch back to its mirrored side.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked.
"We've arranged a place nearby for the meeting," Sitwell replied, focused on his phone.
"Any hints about the meeting?" Harry inquired.
"Not much. The director wants to ask you some questions."
Harry relaxed and tried to enjoy the ride, watching the snow outside
. They stopped at a warehouse in the industrial area.
"Go on in. The director's waiting," Sitwell said.
Harry nodded and entered the dim warehouse. In the center, there was a table with a man and a woman sitting on chairs.
"Mr. Potter," greeted the bald man.
"Mr. Fury. Ms. Hill," Harry greeted in return.
"Please, have a seat."
The setup was designed to make Harry uncomfortable. His chair was lower and less comfortable, and they sat together on one side of the table with the light positioned behind them, making the warehouse feel isolating.
Harry examined the chair and decided to take a cue from Dumbledore.
"This chair isn't very comfy. Mind if I change it?" Harry asked, getting a slight nod from Fury.
'He's the boss, the director,' Harry thought, slowly reaching for his wand.
Quietly casting a detection spell, Harry transformed the metal folding chair into a more comfortable, cushioned armchair. The spell also revealed several hidden individuals in the room, including someone in the shadowy rafters.
"So, what can I help you with, Director Fury?" Harry asked as he settled into his comfortable chair.
"Why are you here?" Fury inquired.
"You asked me to come?" Harry replied, puzzled.
"I mean, why are you here on Earth? Why did Asgard send you here?"
"Asgard?!" Harry was utterly confused. "I'm not from Asgard. That's the realm of Norse gods?"
"Then where are you from?"
"England, Surrey."
Fury's expression hardened a bit. "You arrived here in Central Park through something called an Einstein-Rosen bridge."
"What!?" Harry's confusion deepened.
"Our expert says your people call it the Bifrost or the Rainbow Bridge."
He slid a photo across the table—a circular patch of burnt grass with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows burned into it, surrounded by intricate knotwork.
Another photo followed, showing burnt grass with a circle filled with complex knotwork and a tree in the center.
"The first picture is from Central Park. The second one is from a town in New Mexico called Puente Antiguo or 'Old Bridge'," Hill explained.
"So, let's try that again. Why did Asgard send you here?" Fury demanded.
"I'm not from Asgard. The symbol in the Central Park photo isn't Norse. It's the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, a family emblem from my ancestors, the Peverells. They were British."
"Let's say I believe you. If not Asgard, where ARE you from?" Fury asked, leaning in to Harry.
"It's complex. I'm from Earth, like I said, but not THIS Earth."
"Talking about parallel universes?" Hill questioned.
"That's just great," Fury muttered angrily.
"It seems that way. Someone tried to kill me, and things went very wrong, landing me here. It took me a few days to figure it out."
"A few days and a trip to England," Fury added.
Harry nodded. "So why did you want to meet?"
"We need answers. Where are you from? Are there more like you coming? What do you want? What can you do?" Fury fired off questions.
"We've been watching you since you arrived, trying to learn more. But we have little info, and nothing we could double-check. Plus, you recently connected with one of our assets, so we had to act," Hill added.
"The Black Widow," Harry suggested.
Hill and Fury exchanged a glance.
"Actually, no. The Black Widow is an agent assigned to protect the asset," Fury clarified.
"Stark?!" Harry was surprised. "He doesn't seem like someone who follows orders."
"No, he's a consultant," Fury explained.
Harry nodded. "So, what exactly is SHIELD?"
"It's an agency called the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. It's a military group dealing with counter-terrorism and intelligence, handling national and global security. It was formed after World War II," Fury stated.
"I won't be sharing all my secrets just yet," Harry replied.
"What can you tell us?" Fury demanded.
"Let's start from the beginning. I'm Harry James Potter. Born in England on July 31, 1980, to James Potter and Lily Potter (born Evans). My parents were killed when I was a baby. I lived with my aunt, uncle, and cousin in Little Whinging. On my 11th birthday, I got a letter inviting me to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"So, in your world, there are wizards everywhere?"
"Yes, but they live separately from regular people, keeping their existence hidden. The number of wizards isn't huge compared to the total population. England has the Ministry of Magic, the US has The Magical Congress of the United States of America. There's also an international organization called the International Confederation of Wizardry. They all follow a law called the Statute of Secrecy to keep magic a secret."
Harry cleared his throat.
"Can I have some water?"
"I'll have someone bring some bottles," Fury said.
"No need." Harry pulled out his wand and conjured a glass, filling it with water. "Would you like some?"
Neither Hill nor Fury reacted to his magical act.
"I'll have some," Agent Hill requested.
'Either they're used to this or they're incredible at hiding their reactions,' Harry thought as he conjured another glass for Hill.
He took a sip before continuing.
"I spent six years in school, but a civil war broke out during my fifth year. I spent what should have been my last year on the run. The war ended when the leader of the rebels died. I returned for my last year, and while coming home from school, I was attacked and ended up here."
"The timeline doesn't match," Agent Hill remarked, checking her notes.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"It's 2011 now. You were born in 1980, got your school letter in July 1991, spent about eight years there, which would be around 1998-99. There's an 11 or 12-year gap."
"Yeah, I'm not sure. Maybe magic pushed me forward in time or I traveled for over ten years before arriving here? Perhaps our dimensions have a decade difference. I don't know."
"That's a small issue. There are more significant things you've skipped," Fury interrupted.
"Firstly, trust isn't given, it's earned. And secondly, going into detail would take ages," Harry responded.
"We could arrest you for being an illegal alien," Fury said casually, leaning back.
"No, you could TRY to arrest me," Harry countered, using his passive mind-reading ability.
Amid the swirl of colors, Harry glimpsed a thick folder labeled 'Avenger Initiative' on a desk, but the image was fleeting and unclear.
Fury understood and ended Harry's brief mental connection. "Okay. What are your plans here?"
"I've mostly been figuring things out as I go. When I arrived here, I went back to England, but there was nobody—none of my friends, family, or even my school. My magical education didn't prepare me for the normal world. The magical world is far behind, with steam trains and old-fashioned communication. Magic messes up electronics, so my tech keeps breaking. I spent my time at Hogwarts solving mysteries, so that's what I know. I hoped declaring myself openly as a wizard might attract others like me."
"Instead, you caught the attention of a powerful secret agency," Fury commented.
Harry nodded, taking another sip of water.
"Why not go back home?" Hill asked.
"I'm not even sure how I ended up here! Parallel universes were just theories in my world. The only thing related to other dimensions was a magical archway at the Ministry of Magic called the Veil of Death. Even after centuries of study, they hadn't figured it out. I'm skilled, but this problem would stump the best wizards of my world."
"So you're stuck. Is that why you moved to New York, to stay near where you arrived?" Fury asked.
Harry simply nodded.
"So... what happens now? Will one of the hidden guys shoot me and take me to a secret lab?" Harry asked, half-joking.
Fury didn't flinch at the suggestion.
"No. We've been watching you and don't see you as a threat. You've got powers, but you've used them for good—running a detective agency, helping people in need," Fury explained.
"So, are you trying to recruit me?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"Hell no!" Fury laughed, but Harry wasn't entirely convinced it was genuine.
"Trust has to be earned. We know very little about you. But we might need your skills occasionally. Your situation isn't the weirdest thing we've dealt with," Fury said.
"Like having the actual God of Thunder in a small town in New Mexico," Harry suggested.
"Exactly. SHIELD sometimes uses consultants. Maybe we'll involve you in some cases, and with time, we can build trust," Fury said.
"Keep friends close, enemies closer?" Harry quoted.
"Are you our enemy?" Fury narrowed his eyes.
"No, I don't think so. Sorry, wrong choice of words," Harry apologized, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Agent Sitwell will be your main contact. He'll bring paperwork—birth certificates, school records, passports—to create a paper trail for you," Fury explained.
"You helped with my bank account, right?" Harry asked.
"Yes, we wanted to keep you grounded and prevent you from resorting to crime. Plus, it's hard to surveil someone who can teleport," Fury admitted.
Harry connected the dots. "Kate! She's one of your agents."
Fury nodded, while Hill seemed to contemplate something.
"Her real name isn't Kate, but you seem to have a knack for knowing people's real names," Fury observed.
"At that time, knowing their names wasn't important for me. I was still in shock, I think," Harry replied.
"That's all for now," Fury said as an alarm sounded on his phone. "Sitwell will sort the paperwork. We'll also need you for a medical check to understand if there are any unusual medical aspects from your reality."
"Nice meeting you both," Harry said, shaking their hands, surprised by their acceptance.
"We'll arrange for someone to take you back to your office," Agent Hill offered.
Harry noticed Hill hadn't touched her water.
"No need, I'll head
home myself," Harry said, dropping his watch on the chair and disappearing with a soft sound, leaving the chair and glasses behind.
Domino hurried in, and Harry gestured for her watch.
Their connected watches allowed them to listen in.
"Well, that went well," a voice Harry didn't recognize said.
"Better than expected," Hill agreed.
"But we still don't know much about what he can do, Barton. He can teleport, create things out of nothing, change the structure of things, know people's real names or how they identify, cause explosions, create force fields, and who knows what else. He's a major security risk," Fury stated.
"Or an incredible asset," Barton countered.
"His initial psychological profile seems promising," Hill added cautiously.
"Are you thinking of recruiting him for the Avengers Initiative?" Barton asked.
There was a pause as Fury weighed his options.
"Maybe. He's a mystery to us. We have no plans in place, and he seems like a decent kid, but there's a weariness in his eyes. He's been through tough times."
"I have an idea for a good test. Have him orientate and debrief with the Captain. They might relate," another voice suggested.
They all pondered this quietly until a phone started beeping loudly.
"I've got a meeting about 'sleeping beauty' with the Council. Put your idea on the agenda for tomorrow's meeting," Fury directed.
"Alright! Let's gather and analyze anything he left behind," Hill ordered.
Harry ended the connection swiftly before the watch could be discovered.
"Can we trust them?"
Harry sat and thought for a moment, then waved his wand, casting a detection spell around the room.
"I'm not sure. My sneakoscope went crazy when Sitwell entered the office."
"So, we can't trust them," Domino concluded.
"I'm not sure. Sneakoscopes can be overly sensitive. I had a teacher who had to disable his because it reacted to kids lying about homework or planning pranks. Sitwell is a spy agency agent, which might trigger the sneakoscope," Harry explained.
"So sneakoscopes are useless," Domino concluded.
"No, if they don't react, it's likely the person is there for honest reasons."
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