“Tell me, Agent Coulson, why I shouldn’t burn this facility to the ground.”
Lily was not angry. Oh no. That would be bad enough, James knew (mainly thanks to long years of experience where he had usually been the one on the receiving end of said anger) when Lily was angry. This was not it. Lily had transcended anger, and was firmly on the side of rage, with a good dose or Maternal Instinct thrown in. This was a side that James hadn’t seen, and frankly if he wasn’t furious at the Avengers for hurting his child, his Cub, then he would be cowering under a table somewhere (in, of course, an extremely manly way, that didn’t have the word ‘cowering’ in it.)
As it was, if Lily wanted to burn Stark Tower down, James would be right next to her, casting Incendio, Statue of Secrecy be dammed.
“Mrs. Potter” came the soothing voice of the Agent, “I understand that you’re upset-“
“Upset! You don’t know the meaning of the word! I’ll show you ‘upset’!”
“Mrs. Potter, I believe there has been a misunderstanding…”
“No! There is no misunderstanding whatsoever. All you need to do is to send the Agent that severely injured my son down here so I can have a …word… with him, and then we can get out of your hair.”
“I’m afraid we can’t do that.” He said regretfully, “Loki is extremely dangerous and volatile. I’m afraid to inform you that you’ve been tricked by him, and are probably under a curse that makes you think he’s your real son. If you just wait a while, we’ll get Dr. Strange to take a look at you both, and see if he can do anything to remove it.”
Lily was quite literally speechless. Her face was bright red, matching her hair perfectly, and she looked as if she was going to explode. She burst out into another angry torrent of words, effectively distracting Coulson as James cast a notice me not spell wandlessly (yes, fine, so that was the only spell he had learnt wandlessly. How else was he supposed to avoid the consequences of many of his pranks? Harry had had to get it from somewhere) and slipped out the door. They couldn’t do anything yet with their wands confiscated and their son missing, and James was determined to rectify the most important of those problems.
He made his way along the corridors, concentrating to find the tiny spark inside of him that was Harry.
Wizards weren’t entirely human, you see. They had, of course, magic. That gave them gifts that Muggles weren’t blessed with, such as the innate ability to sense their child’s magic. Of course, it was always stronger with the mother, but since Harry was of his Blood, he could, in theory, find him.
James had never had to use this particular skill before, but he was as sure as hell going to try.
He started to walk up to the next level, when he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. It was a scream. His son’s scream.