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crossoverficTitle: The Soul Has Bandaged Moments
Author: serendu
Summary: Harry Potter was 18 when he first stepped into Atlantis.
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also Kawoosh! Productions and Gekko Film Corporation, and Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer Television. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Author Notes: MI5 – for those who asked – is part of the British Security Services – covering internal security.
Previous chapters can be found here in my journal memories: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
****
‘And finally - sign here please.’
Harry wrote his name for what seemed like the hundredth time since he’d sat down at the table.
‘Congratulations, Agent Potter. Welcome to MI5.’
‘Thank you ma’am.’
‘Right then, if you’d just like to follow me…’
Harry got up from his seat and followed the secretary out of the room. They walked swiftly down the corridor, Harry noted there were no windows into any of the rooms, nor were there any windows on the few doors which they walked past. Finally they arrived outside an identical door to all the others.
I get the feeling if I had to find this room myself – I’d be lost within seconds. Harry noted ruefully as the secretary knocked on the door. Very clever though, if you don’t know exactly where you are going and what you are looking for, you would never find anything without a heck of a lot of luck.
‘Come.’ Said a muffled voice form inside.
The secretary opened the door and spoke. ‘Agent Potter sir, as you requested.’
Harry’s jaw dropped. Sitting there signing papers was Lucius Malfoy.
***
Lucius looked up as the secretary left and closed the door behind her. ‘Take a seat – please, Agent Potter.’
‘Mr…Malfoy?’
‘Ahh.’ He sat back in his chair. ‘My apologies Agent Potter. I see you’ve had dealings with my relative Lucius?’
‘Yes sir.’
‘Nasty piece of work isn’t he? I was so glad they threw him into Azkaban. He’s out already – useless wizarding bastards.’
‘Sir?’
‘I’m sorry Agent Potter – let me introduce myself. Agent John Smythe at your service.’ He smirked. ‘Not my real name, obviously. But as soon as my parents discovered I was a squib…’ He shrugged. ‘I was cast out of their world and left to fend for myself. As far as my parents are concerned – I’m dead. The same goes for my brother Lucius. Partly because he was practising his spells on me, whilst my parents watched – they thought he killed me. Charming family I have aren’t they?’
‘You’re his… brother then?’
‘Elder brother no less. Technically heir to the family fortune if I manage to cast any spell ever.’ He smirked again. ‘I do have a wand. Hopefully one day something might happen – and then – I’ll just have to reclaim my rightful inheritance away from my brother, his vile wife and my ever so delightful nephew who I’ve never met – but have heard quite a bit about.’ He paused and leaned back in his chair. ‘Well, one can always hope. But enough about me – I think its time we explained to you what you’re doing here Agent Potter.’ He pressed a button on his desk. ‘Coffee please, Neal.’
***
Harry watched as Agent Smythe added four lumps of sugar to his cup of coffee that Neal had brought in for them. ‘Can’t stand the stuff without the sugar.’ He informed Harry ruefully. ‘Wizarding world’s got a lot to blame for. Ever noticed how bad for you all the food is? When I joined the non-wizarding world my dentist was appalled at the state of my teeth – I’d been relying too much on spelled things to sort them out after I ate.’ He stirred his coffee then drank some. ‘Much better.’
Harry drank some of his coffee, pulled a face at the taste and reached over to add some of the sugar to his cup.
‘Horrible without it isn’t it?’ Agent Smythe said, noticing Harry’s expression. ‘Right, lets get started shall we?’ He leant forward and gazed at Harry. ‘What do you know about wizarding world government and non-wizarding world governments?’
‘Not much sir.’ Harry replied as he thought about what he’d been taught. ‘They don’t tend to tell you much other than muggles are inferior and stupid.’
‘Precisely. Brilliant isn’t it – even their newspapers enforce this belief. I’m sure you’ve noticed that reading the Daily Prophet. The propaganda starts from an early age, which is then emphasised through all sections of their society. Take the books – Martin Miggs The Mad Muggle series for children for example – brilliantly reinforcing the idea that muggles are mad, stupid and need to be guided by the superior wizarding race.’ He drank some more of his coffee before opening a drawer in his desk and pulling out a book.
‘Lets look at something else – recognise this?’ He held up the book. Harry shook his head. ‘Textbook for muggle studies. No mention of computers, mobile phones and not even television is explained. The muggle studies curriculum is about thirty years out of date – and totally skewed to enforce the idea that muggles are stupid and unimaginative. Ironically they use muggle gadgets all the time – Hogwarts train for example – that’s from a muggle invention. Same goes for the Wizard Wireless Network.’ He shook his head. ‘The funniest thing is – they believe we’re totally unaware of them. Do you know on the day the most recent Prime Minister of Great Britain was first in his office, Minister for Magic Fudge turned up and told him all about the wizarding world?’
‘The Prime Minister knows Minister Fudge?’
‘Oh it gets better than that. Once Fudge told the Prime Minister, we could go in and fully brief him. You see – we can’t brief the Prime Minister until a member of the Ministry of Magic does – they’re under too much surveillance prior to the election by the wizarding ministry. Once however the Prime Minister had been briefed by Fudge, we could go in and tell him what we knew.’ He smirked. ‘Maggie, for all her sins, was brilliant once she found out – our budget increased massively. Every minister has followed that route since. Most of them are supremely annoyed when they find out about the wizarding world – primarily because they have no obvious control over them. We installed a camera in the Prime Minister’s room as soon as the technology was available to keep an eye on the damned portrait that watches the Prime Minister. It informs us immediately of any news the wizarding world deign to share with us. Of course, we were all hoping for a bit of preparation before Voldemort reappeared…’
‘Wait a minute – you knew he would reappear?’
‘Oh yes – pretty obvious if you ask me. No body for starters. Plus – there was the whole big fuss about re-housing you. Every time we tried to step in, people would mysteriously forget all the complaints about the family you were living with.’ He paused and fixed Harry with a serious look in his eyes, ‘On behalf of her Majesty’s government – I’d like to apologise to you Harry Potter. There was no way for us to remove you from that house without raising suspicions – and believe me - we tried.’
***
It took several hours for Agent Smythe to fully explain how the non-magical world kept tabs on the wizarding world. They had several cups of coffee and finally some sandwiches to keep them going. Harry was surprised by just how much they knew – especially when Agent Smythe let one fact slip.
‘You know the prophecy?’ Harry asked, scrubbing a hand over his face, his mind whirling. ‘I thought it was meant to be secure!’
‘Oh it is – if you’re a wizard. If you aren’t – well – the Ministry for Magic seems to have forgotten about that.
‘But Dumbledore said that…’
‘Harry – listen to me – I don’t know what game Dumbledore is playing – but whatever it is – that prophecy was one of the easiest jobs the agent involved ever did. It took him less than an hour to get in, get the prophecy and leave. Completely undetected.’
***
‘Finally – I’d like to explain why we want you Mr Potter.’ Agent Smythe said, bring up a large roll of paper to the desk, unrolling it and laying it flat on the desktop. ‘Do you recognise this?’
‘Hogwarts. From the air.’ Harry stated decisively.
‘Seen it from your broomstick eh? Notice anything odd about the photograph?’
‘No sir.’
Agent Smythe chuckled. ‘Well – let me clarify – this is a non-wizarding photograph.’
Harry’s jaw dropped. ‘But I thought that…’
‘Non-wizarding devices wouldn’t work around Hogwarts? You’re right – they aren’t meant to. At least – not with the technology the wizarding world thinks we possess. Unfortunately for them – that’s changing.’ He rolled up the photograph. ‘But that’s not why we’re interested in you Mr Potter. What we at MI5 are interested in is internal security. For us that means keeping an eye on anything that threatens this country. That includes Voldemort and his little gang of terrorists. That’s where you do come in Mr Potter as the wizarding world seems once again incapable of taking care of their own little problems. We’ll train you to remove this threat for us. After that…’ He shrugged, ‘it’s up to you. Rejoin the wizards or stay out with the rest of us. Are you in?’
Harry didn’t even need to think about it after all he had learned. ‘Thank you Agent Smythe. I’m in.’
***
As this is a bank holiday weekend here in the UK – the next chapter should be up in the next day or so. Your comments on the chapter are always appreciated.
Author: serendu
Summary: Harry Potter was 18 when he first stepped into Atlantis.
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also Kawoosh! Productions and Gekko Film Corporation, and Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer Television. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Author Notes: MI5 – for those who asked – is part of the British Security Services – covering internal security.
Previous chapters can be found here in my journal memories: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
****
‘And finally - sign here please.’
Harry wrote his name for what seemed like the hundredth time since he’d sat down at the table.
‘Congratulations, Agent Potter. Welcome to MI5.’
‘Thank you ma’am.’
‘Right then, if you’d just like to follow me…’
Harry got up from his seat and followed the secretary out of the room. They walked swiftly down the corridor, Harry noted there were no windows into any of the rooms, nor were there any windows on the few doors which they walked past. Finally they arrived outside an identical door to all the others.
I get the feeling if I had to find this room myself – I’d be lost within seconds. Harry noted ruefully as the secretary knocked on the door. Very clever though, if you don’t know exactly where you are going and what you are looking for, you would never find anything without a heck of a lot of luck.
‘Come.’ Said a muffled voice form inside.
The secretary opened the door and spoke. ‘Agent Potter sir, as you requested.’
Harry’s jaw dropped. Sitting there signing papers was Lucius Malfoy.
***
Lucius looked up as the secretary left and closed the door behind her. ‘Take a seat – please, Agent Potter.’
‘Mr…Malfoy?’
‘Ahh.’ He sat back in his chair. ‘My apologies Agent Potter. I see you’ve had dealings with my relative Lucius?’
‘Yes sir.’
‘Nasty piece of work isn’t he? I was so glad they threw him into Azkaban. He’s out already – useless wizarding bastards.’
‘Sir?’
‘I’m sorry Agent Potter – let me introduce myself. Agent John Smythe at your service.’ He smirked. ‘Not my real name, obviously. But as soon as my parents discovered I was a squib…’ He shrugged. ‘I was cast out of their world and left to fend for myself. As far as my parents are concerned – I’m dead. The same goes for my brother Lucius. Partly because he was practising his spells on me, whilst my parents watched – they thought he killed me. Charming family I have aren’t they?’
‘You’re his… brother then?’
‘Elder brother no less. Technically heir to the family fortune if I manage to cast any spell ever.’ He smirked again. ‘I do have a wand. Hopefully one day something might happen – and then – I’ll just have to reclaim my rightful inheritance away from my brother, his vile wife and my ever so delightful nephew who I’ve never met – but have heard quite a bit about.’ He paused and leaned back in his chair. ‘Well, one can always hope. But enough about me – I think its time we explained to you what you’re doing here Agent Potter.’ He pressed a button on his desk. ‘Coffee please, Neal.’
***
Harry watched as Agent Smythe added four lumps of sugar to his cup of coffee that Neal had brought in for them. ‘Can’t stand the stuff without the sugar.’ He informed Harry ruefully. ‘Wizarding world’s got a lot to blame for. Ever noticed how bad for you all the food is? When I joined the non-wizarding world my dentist was appalled at the state of my teeth – I’d been relying too much on spelled things to sort them out after I ate.’ He stirred his coffee then drank some. ‘Much better.’
Harry drank some of his coffee, pulled a face at the taste and reached over to add some of the sugar to his cup.
‘Horrible without it isn’t it?’ Agent Smythe said, noticing Harry’s expression. ‘Right, lets get started shall we?’ He leant forward and gazed at Harry. ‘What do you know about wizarding world government and non-wizarding world governments?’
‘Not much sir.’ Harry replied as he thought about what he’d been taught. ‘They don’t tend to tell you much other than muggles are inferior and stupid.’
‘Precisely. Brilliant isn’t it – even their newspapers enforce this belief. I’m sure you’ve noticed that reading the Daily Prophet. The propaganda starts from an early age, which is then emphasised through all sections of their society. Take the books – Martin Miggs The Mad Muggle series for children for example – brilliantly reinforcing the idea that muggles are mad, stupid and need to be guided by the superior wizarding race.’ He drank some more of his coffee before opening a drawer in his desk and pulling out a book.
‘Lets look at something else – recognise this?’ He held up the book. Harry shook his head. ‘Textbook for muggle studies. No mention of computers, mobile phones and not even television is explained. The muggle studies curriculum is about thirty years out of date – and totally skewed to enforce the idea that muggles are stupid and unimaginative. Ironically they use muggle gadgets all the time – Hogwarts train for example – that’s from a muggle invention. Same goes for the Wizard Wireless Network.’ He shook his head. ‘The funniest thing is – they believe we’re totally unaware of them. Do you know on the day the most recent Prime Minister of Great Britain was first in his office, Minister for Magic Fudge turned up and told him all about the wizarding world?’
‘The Prime Minister knows Minister Fudge?’
‘Oh it gets better than that. Once Fudge told the Prime Minister, we could go in and fully brief him. You see – we can’t brief the Prime Minister until a member of the Ministry of Magic does – they’re under too much surveillance prior to the election by the wizarding ministry. Once however the Prime Minister had been briefed by Fudge, we could go in and tell him what we knew.’ He smirked. ‘Maggie, for all her sins, was brilliant once she found out – our budget increased massively. Every minister has followed that route since. Most of them are supremely annoyed when they find out about the wizarding world – primarily because they have no obvious control over them. We installed a camera in the Prime Minister’s room as soon as the technology was available to keep an eye on the damned portrait that watches the Prime Minister. It informs us immediately of any news the wizarding world deign to share with us. Of course, we were all hoping for a bit of preparation before Voldemort reappeared…’
‘Wait a minute – you knew he would reappear?’
‘Oh yes – pretty obvious if you ask me. No body for starters. Plus – there was the whole big fuss about re-housing you. Every time we tried to step in, people would mysteriously forget all the complaints about the family you were living with.’ He paused and fixed Harry with a serious look in his eyes, ‘On behalf of her Majesty’s government – I’d like to apologise to you Harry Potter. There was no way for us to remove you from that house without raising suspicions – and believe me - we tried.’
***
It took several hours for Agent Smythe to fully explain how the non-magical world kept tabs on the wizarding world. They had several cups of coffee and finally some sandwiches to keep them going. Harry was surprised by just how much they knew – especially when Agent Smythe let one fact slip.
‘You know the prophecy?’ Harry asked, scrubbing a hand over his face, his mind whirling. ‘I thought it was meant to be secure!’
‘Oh it is – if you’re a wizard. If you aren’t – well – the Ministry for Magic seems to have forgotten about that.
‘But Dumbledore said that…’
‘Harry – listen to me – I don’t know what game Dumbledore is playing – but whatever it is – that prophecy was one of the easiest jobs the agent involved ever did. It took him less than an hour to get in, get the prophecy and leave. Completely undetected.’
***
‘Finally – I’d like to explain why we want you Mr Potter.’ Agent Smythe said, bring up a large roll of paper to the desk, unrolling it and laying it flat on the desktop. ‘Do you recognise this?’
‘Hogwarts. From the air.’ Harry stated decisively.
‘Seen it from your broomstick eh? Notice anything odd about the photograph?’
‘No sir.’
Agent Smythe chuckled. ‘Well – let me clarify – this is a non-wizarding photograph.’
Harry’s jaw dropped. ‘But I thought that…’
‘Non-wizarding devices wouldn’t work around Hogwarts? You’re right – they aren’t meant to. At least – not with the technology the wizarding world thinks we possess. Unfortunately for them – that’s changing.’ He rolled up the photograph. ‘But that’s not why we’re interested in you Mr Potter. What we at MI5 are interested in is internal security. For us that means keeping an eye on anything that threatens this country. That includes Voldemort and his little gang of terrorists. That’s where you do come in Mr Potter as the wizarding world seems once again incapable of taking care of their own little problems. We’ll train you to remove this threat for us. After that…’ He shrugged, ‘it’s up to you. Rejoin the wizards or stay out with the rest of us. Are you in?’
Harry didn’t even need to think about it after all he had learned. ‘Thank you Agent Smythe. I’m in.’
***
As this is a bank holiday weekend here in the UK – the next chapter should be up in the next day or so. Your comments on the chapter are always appreciated.
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Date: 2006-08-28 07:39 am (UTC)Nice chapter - looking forward to seeing where you're going with this.
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Date: 2006-08-28 12:02 pm (UTC)*looks up MI5 site*
*laughs* Do you know - I didn't know that! In Britain the Secret Services are usually called MI5 and MI6 by pretty much everyone. How incredibly sneaky of them - their secret service is so secret - most people don't know their real name! Now that is genius.
Glad you're enjoying - hopefully the next chapter will be up today as soon as I've edited it.
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Date: 2006-08-28 08:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-28 12:12 pm (UTC)Plus - the sugar thing - no wonder their all so hyper - it's rotting their brains! (and their teeth of course... ;)
Next one will be up as soon as its edited. I'm glad you're enjoying!