* Authors note

Not gonna lie, I haven't seen Jessica Jones. All I know is its plot ( Sort of) and I fucking love Kilgrave. I know, im a saucy bitch who should watch the hole series, but im lazy and i only watch clips with Kilgrave in it because, hello, David Tennant is in it.

On to the story!

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Harry is getting really tired of this bullshit. Becoming an auror had its perks, yes. They can be useful when you needed items that were restricted to the public, or getting some leeway on using magic out in the muggle world. But that also mean't he had duties to serve. Harry for sure knew that being sent to another fucking country by some weird ancient artifact wasn't on the list of duties.

He was sent on a short mission. Retrieve a magical artifact that was made by a crazed witch ( It teleport's people he thinks, he wasn't given much information about it.) from a muggle household. Sure,he can do that. Drop in, drop out. Simple as that. 

But, apparently life hates him and decides to shove its cock up his ass. 

Harry decided to search up on the house owner, and was surprised and pissed with the information. Turns out said muggle was a Trafficker, using the artifact to take young girls from their homes across the world and then selling them on the black market. Untraceable. Easy money. Now he knew why he was needed.

Reaching the house was simple but getting inside said house no.

Inside he was meet with countless men with guns. All staring at him.

Trouble ensued as Harry dealt with many bodyguards and thugs, obliviating them then making sure to restrain them so the Muggle Police can deal with them later. Getting past cameras and traps were simple, letting off a little of his magic sought to that problem quickly (Magic was still unstable around electronics, making them explode.). 

Reaching the basement Harry was greeted with a Iron door, like what they'd use in a bank. Checking the iron enforced door, he let out a little whistle as he saw glowing runes etched onto it's sides. " Someone's been doing their homework." 

He grumbled bitterly under his breath. Apparently smart man here knew about magic, and was for sure this man wasn't a wizard. Seems he must be working with a Wizard or Witch. Whoever they were though weren't very talented with runes it. Easy to bust down with a simple spell. Harry let out a heavy sigh. 

" More paperwork. Goddammit." With a flick of his wand, Harry hissed under his breath. "Bombarda!" The door tore off its hinges and landed with a loud thud as it collided with a wall. A shrill scream screamed out, the Trafficker scrambled around his desk, grabbing black box. 

Harry stalked into the room, coat dramatically flaring behind him.

' I'm becoming Snape, I swear...' Harry humored himself before glaring down at the small scrawny man who clutched a black box to his chest. " Who gave you that box? Was it a wizard or witch?" Pointing his wand threatening at the man, he let out a screeched and scurried backwards. 

" Y-You can't do that! You're not a-allowed to use magic in the real world! I-It's against the law!? I-Isn't it?!"

Harry paused, not missing how the vile man used 'real' instead of 'muggle'. Crouching down to the man's level he growled at the man. " I'm not going to ask again. Who. gave. you. this. box. Or else I'll show you whats real." Said man coward in fear, eyes wide and body shaking. 

Harry wasn't going to deal with this bullshit, especially with a horrid man like this. All Harry wanted to do was finish this stupid mission, report back saying it was a success then go home and binge watch stupid muggle programs that made him cry.

While Harry thought away he hadn't realized the man was fiddling with the box, he pressed onto a few buttons and it began to shake. A low hum as it grew louder. Harry's emerald orbs widened. acting on instinct from the many training situations he had, Harry threw himself onto the man, casting a powerful Portego.

What happened wasn't a bomb, but felt like being forced into a tube, like a portkey, until it didn't. He felt like he was being stretched. Pulled apart atom by atom then smashed all together and thrown at mach speed and being punched. And then it ended just like that all in a split second. His back colliding on cold concrete. 

Gasping wildly he arched his back, hands scrambling for purchase as he everything felt numb. As his senses rushed back to him, he let out a shaky breath as he laid out on the ground, tired and aching. " What...the fuck in Merlin's name was that!?" Harry felt extremely tired then, eyes feeling heavy as they slowly dropped. 

His eyes snapped open when he heard gurgling and coughing. Bolting upwards, Harry almost fell over to how fast he stood. Luckily he caught himself on a trash can. He slowly turned to the man he was interrogating earlier. Eyes widening, Harry nose scrunching up as the horrid stench of blood assaulted his nose.

The man was nothing more than a broken mess, limbs bending different ways and shirt drenched in blood. Blood seeped from his eyes and nose, dripping half-haphazardly across his face to the ground below. Gurgling blood dripped from his mouth, the man was having trouble breathing. His hands clutched to the black box as he laid in the puddle of his blood.

Snapped from his staring, Harry rushed towards the man. Pulling out his wand, he casts a quick spell to examine his wounds. 

"Shit..." Punctured lungs, internal bleed, 16 broken ribs, ruptured spleen, main artery bleeding. The list goes on. 

" Fuck! Fuck! Hang on! Hang on! I got you!" Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he tried his best to seal wounds the poured blood. Using his occlumency to quickly read his thoughts, needing the information about said box and how to use it. Hearing the man cursing out in pain and babbling. The man's thoughts slowly died down and silenced filled the space.

Pulling out from his mind Harry assets the man. Hands covered in blood and knees soaked. He stopped. Checking his pulse, Harry's hands pulled back clenched. The man's cold lifeless eyes bored into him. 

Closing them, Harry pulled the box from the man's hand, upon inspection the box was a plain black with a few buttons on it. Finished examining it he pocketed it in his satchel, a gift from Hermoine when he first became an auror 4 years ago.

Cursing, Harry examined his surroundings. Noticing himself in a alleyway, surrounded by trash cans. The alleyway was wide enough for nothing to catch on fire. Whelp, he needed to get rid of the body, it reeked of magical energy and he didn't need the attention right now. He'll have to apologize to 'Mione later, thats for tomorrow Harry's problem. For now Harry, he'd rather not deal with it right now. 

Making up his mind Harry pointed his wand at the corpse. "Incendio." flames spewing from the tip of the wand and burned the body. Sliding his wand into his holster on his wrist. Harry walked away from the body. Not looking at it as its eyes were consumed by the hungry flames.

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Resting in a emergency tent he has for occasions like this, Harry grew suspicious of his destination. Harry was for certain he was in America. He walked passed many people, casting a quick notice-me-not spell, who spoke in in very american accents. Also the very large buildings that screamed New York were dead giveaways. But what was even weirder was that people where talking about superheros. Even on the newspaper. What is an 'Iron Man?' or 'Thor'? Isn't he like some sort of god? Like in Norse Mythology? 

His Magic sang under his skin, feeling a strange sensation (haha you get my joke? Yeah? Nah? Ok back to the story.) around the city. Was America always this weird? He hasn't really seen much of America, he;'d been to busy dealing with post-war and cleaning out death earters and such. Especially with M.A.C.U.S.A wanting nothing to do with the war. 

Strange. Maybe he'll head over to there. He smiled to that thought. That be nice, maybe he'll meet the president. Harry giggled to that thought. 

Harry stomach grumbled, halting his steps. Maybe he was a little hungry, and tired and sore. Maybe he'll go to a cafe. He does have an emergency muggle wallet designed to have every type of money there is. He also has a credit card made by the goblins at Gringotts. After the stunt with the dragon, he had some trust issues with them. But eventually he got them to like him again, helping them and using his auror as an advantage. Maybe he made even stronger relationship than before.

Reaching to the nearest restaurant, Harry scanned his the room. The atmosphere around the place was calm and relaxing. People chattering away and laughter drifted through the air the heavy scent of food hung in the air. It kind of gave off the same vibe as the Leaky cauldron, except more modern and filled to the brim with muggles. Smiling, Harry ordered himself a black coffee and steak.

He might as well enjoy himself. Taking a seat at a empty table near the back, Harry realized just how tired he was. He had cleaned himself when he left the alleyway, ridding of the stench of blood that clung to him, sometimes he can still smell it. 

Thinking about the weird device the man had. Was it a portkey? Most likely, but it was different, felt different.

He groaned to himself, rubbing his temples in an attempt to ease the discomfort. Reaching into his satchel he pulled out a pepper up potion. Designed by himself, a prototype Harry's been working on. A little less potent but solves the steam coming out of your ear problem. Which did wonders when you needed to head out to public places. 

Maybe Snape's endless bickering at his potion skills finally paid off. Laughing to himself quietly, a lady walked up to him holding his food and coffee, long ginger locks draped over her shoulders brown eyes warm, she looked quite pretty in Harry's opinion. 

" Here's your coffee sir-"

" EVERYBODY QUIET!"

Everyone's head turns to a striking man in purple, face twisted into a scowl and posture slouched.

Harry's head forced itself to look in that direction.

' What the fuck?'

Every muscle in Harry's body seized, even his mind stopped. His mind felt trapped, caught in the claws off someones grasp. Like that day in D.A.D.A when Moody showed them the imperio curse, how it clouded his mind made him want to do something against his will until that dark voice spoke to him, how Moody wasn't even Moody but was Barty Crouch jr. Like how he brought Voldemort back, like how he died, like how he-

 His whole body felt like it was winded up like string ready to snap. He forced every willing cell in his body to move, to do something! His magic flared, shields forming in his mind. Body doubling over as if in pain, Harry breathed through his nose body relaxing. 

' Shit! FUCK!' Harry mind was racing as he gripped his wand, eyes glaring at the table. As always, Harry didn't notice how much noise he was making until the man in the purple suit looked in his direction, eyes landing on Harry.

" I said quiet!" The man growled out, snapping his head up Harry wide emeralds stared at the man. Face familiar yet not. The man had no ounce of magic in him that he could sense.  

How the hell can he command people to his will?!

Harry stood quickly from his chair, screeching loudly as wood dragged against floor made. Rushing out of the restaurant as quickly as he can. 

" Hey! Get back here!" Feet stuttering, Harry forced his traitorous body forward, ignoring the man shouting behind him. " Shit, Goddammit! I'm seriously fucking dealing with fucking fuck!-" Harry cast an invisible charm on himself. 

No food apparently. Life seems to hate him.

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Kilgrave was having a pretty average evening. Sitting in the restaurant, looking for a specific house. For someone who's name rhymes with Smessica Smones. He's expecting some very nice pictures of her soon. Its pretty easy to get her to do things for him. Threaten someone's life and she'll be as complaint as she was before when Kilgrave had her in his inescapable grasp. But as Rose's are, his pretty Rose had thorns. Which pierced his poor heart, let him slip his grasp on her, and lost her in the process.

But he'll get here. She'll love him. Like he loves her. A smile graced his lips, until it fell as he the white noise of chattering interrupted his pleasant thoughts. Gritting his teeth, he continued his work. Becoming patient, being merciful. He was being merciful and patient for them to quiet down. But apparently it wasn't working. 

'How can Jessie be so calm with arrogant people like them?' he thought bitterly. Finally having enough of this nonsense.

" EVERYBODY QUIET!"

Everyone went stock still and stared at him, they all simultaneously went back to what they were doing, but changed to near silent. Oh so silent that you could hear a pin drop. Satisfied, he went to go back to his work until he heard very, loud obnoxious breathing.

Angry and very confused as to why such loud breathing was happening, he searched the room for his culprit, eyes landing to a figure doubled over on the table, fist clenched and in visible pain. 

Suddenly intrigued, Kilgrave watched the strange man with morbid fascination. Has his power somehow affected this man? Was his body disagreeing with his order and suddenly attacking itself? Or was the man fighting his control? Whatever it was, it was now his main priority. Having someone react and behave different to his powers than normal mean't trouble.

He hopes it not another Hope ( Kilgrave might have laughed a little at his wording.), he can't deal with another one, especially if the man where to contact Jessica...

Kilgrave decided to give the man another chance, see if it just some misunderstanding and the dumb thing would understand if he repeats himself. Sitting more straight and pushing his laptop aside, he glares at the man and growls out.

" I said quiet!"

Immediately said man head snapped up, like a wild animal cornered and wounded, read to pounce at any given moment. The man's wide green Emerald orbs shone a powerful gleam, if looks could kill Kilgrave would be a bloody mess by now. A mop of black messy hair contrasted beautifully with the his pale complexion. Sweat beaded above his eyebrow, glasses skewed and wearing robes that immediately stood out. 

And by god did Kilgrave's breath catch in his throat. He doesn't know why he stopped to stare at the man, but for some reason his eyes were drawn towards this mysterious fellow. His very being dripping with curious and unlimited power. He was immediately snapped from the trance as said man stood from the chair, it made a horrible screeching sound as he dashed out of the room holding a stick.

No! This man can't leave. No, he needed to stay. Kilgrave needed him to stay. He can't let someone who can defy him leave. Not again. 

" Hey get back here!" The man only stumbled for a brief moment before pushing himself forward. Kilgrave stood from his seat. Forgoing his laptop and, not realizing a message being sent to him. Racing after said man was harder than he thought, the man was faster as he ran out of the restaurant. Kilgrave was only a few steps behind, stepping out the man was nowhere to be seen. 

" NO!" Kilgrave looked around him, only noticing the boring normal bystanders doing their boring daily routines. Furious all of a sudden, Kilgrave head turned to the nearest person.

" YOU!"

A young woman head turned to Kilgrave as he stalked towards her. 

" Did you see a man with black hear and green eyes walk past!" Kilgrave shouted at her, fist clenched and eyes wild.

" Y-Yes, but he just disappeared." The woman replied in an unsure tone, as if she wasn't believing herself to what she had seen.

" What do you mean you saw him disappear!?" Kilgrave was really getting his nerves grated. His blood boiling as he wasted every precious second to finding this man.

" Just like I said! It's like he vanished. L-Like...like magic." She replied in awe, voice shaky as she clutched her bag.

Kilgrave stood there confused. Magic? Sure, such a thing exists he's heard of many Magic wielders, but not of this nature. Curiously, Kilgrave began to think of possibilities. Thoughts spinning in his head at the many possibilities involving this man, this mysterious and powerful man. 

Smirking Kilgrave thought about those's green orbs. Imagined them wet and face sweaty. Eyes lovingly staring back at him with so much affection it hurt his heart. How the man could be used for so much more. So much potential ready to be craved into something new. Something for him. Someone who can love him with every fiber of their being, someone who can stare back at him in the heat of the moment with love and smile, to be his rose-

Kilgrave's smile vanished immediately at the thought. 

' No.' He thought absently.

' No, this man can't replace her. He can't replace his rose. No, he'll have a better use for this interesting person.' Dismissing the girl with a wave of his hand she ran away from the dangerous man.

Walking back into the restaurant to collect his items, he checked his phone to see that he received new messages from Jessica. Reminding himself to check the images later, Kilgrave pulled up his contact list to call Hank.

" Boss?"

" Hank get me a car ready. Oh and look up surveillance footage at the restaurant im at. I wanna look into this fellow I found."

" Anything else you needed?"

" Yeah. Once you get info about him Kill him."

He can't have anything interfering with him and Jessie. No matter how tempting and beautiful and mysterious as he was. He can't handle having his heart broken again.

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Tell me how it was! I actually enjoyed writing this. I'm not sure if this feels like OCC!Kilgrave but I tried, give me feedback!I really need it!