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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: Feeling ill. Bleh. This was written whilst I was travelling home on the train from work – going home sick. Here’s the next chapter.
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
***
‘We have a situation I believe you should be informed of Agent Potter. You’d best sit down.’
‘Sir?’ Harry asked as he sat in the chair opposite Agent Smythe.
Smythe grimaced. ‘There are… Certain members of our department who have voiced concerns that once Voldemort is dealt with, you will reveal the existence of this department to the Wizarding world.’ He paused, holding up a hand to stop Harry from interrupting. ‘Some believe it will be inadvertent, others deliberate.’ He took a breath and continued, ‘consequently, I have been asked to ask you what your plans are after Voldemort is removed.’
Harry was silent as he formulated his answer. I can see where they’re coming from; I just wish they had a little more faith in me. A wry thought occurred to him. Saying that I can’t imagine Dumbledore being so informative.
Eventually he spoke. ‘Sir, I signed the documents guaranteeing my silence on the existence of this department within the secret service. Should I in future leave and return to the Wizarding world then you have my permission to obliviate me to remove any sensitive information.’ He paused. ‘That being said, I’ve made friends here – and I’ve enjoyed the training I’ve been given.’ He looked Smythe straight in the eyes, ‘I feel like I’m doing something good – not waiting around for things to happen.’
Smythe raised an eyebrow. ‘Like being proactive do you?’ Then he broke into a smile. ‘I understand you might resent the suggestion that you might break your word. Please understand that there were only a very small minority who suggested this – and it is their job to have a contingency plan for everything.’ He paused, ‘I would like to reassure you that I was not one of them – and that I am doing my best to keep you informed.’
He pulled open on of the drawers on his desk and unrolled a large map before speaking. ‘Well, now that we’ve cleared up that little problem, I believe you might like this next piece of information.’ He smirked. ‘You’ll appreciate this.’ Then he pulled out a paper folder with several security notices on the cover. ‘This,’ he said, not offering the folder to Harry, ‘is a report from one of our undercover spies. Voldemort is planning a little celebration.’ He paused. ‘Fancy going along?’
Harry sat up sharply, ‘Sir?’
‘The committee believe that it is time to move against Voldemort – before he can consolidate his power. That’s where you come in. You and one other will be there. Undercover. As snipers. We’ll see how invincible Voldemort is.’
Harry frowned. ‘Dumbledore believed that my advantage over Voldemort is love, sir.’
‘Correct.’ Smythe leant back in his chair. ‘That’s why your friend Jack will be accompanying you. We’ve managed to clear it with his superiors. It will not be the first mission like this that Mr O’Neill has been involved with and he’s your friend I believe?’
‘Yes…’
‘And Dumbledore never claimed it was romantic love. It could be the love of family, of friends, of parents.’ He sat up, ‘and well, if that doesn’t work – one can only hope the Avada Kedavra we’ve cast on the bullets you’ll be using will be effective.’
Harry was stunned. ‘You cast the Killing curse on bullets?’
‘Not me – Agent Potter. One of our agents. And to say we cast it is slightly inaccurate. We combined the essence of the curse into the bullets themselves. Brilliant idea and incredibly deadly. Even if you don’t hit a vital part of the target – they won’t make it. Genius.’
Harry leant back into his chair. ‘That’s incredible.’
‘Isn’t it? Now, you and your partner will be placed here and here.’ Smythe said pointing at the map. ‘Voldemort will be calling his Death Eaters here for their meeting before departing to another location. We only have this one chance to take out Voldemort Agent Potter…’
‘Are we just to target Voldemort sir?’
‘Why Agent Potter…’ Smythe said, leaning across his desk, his hands clasped loosely in front of him as he watched Harry. ‘Who else did you have in mind?’
‘Pettigrew.’
***
‘Gringotts have confirmed the time and date for my meeting.’ Harry said folding the letter back up he had just collected from his P.O. Box.
‘Diagon Alley – correct?’ Said Alan as he searched through Harry’s fridge for something edible. ‘Jeez Harry, don’t you have food here that’s before its ‘best before’ date or what?’
‘Sorry.’ Harry replied absentmindedly as he wrote himself a note on his calendar. ‘Hang up from the Dursleys – anything that could be edible I kept. I’d rather eat mouldy bread than go hungry.’ He shrugged.
‘Damn Dursleys.’ Alan muttered, shutting the fridge door with a bang. ‘Did you send them those letters after?’
‘Yep.’ Harry grinned. ‘I told Petunia and Vernon that I would be an adult at some point.’ He smirked. ‘I’ve no intention of casting any curses at the moment and being hauled in front of some stupid court. I figured I scare them psychologically instead. Leave them to come up with their worst nightmares and imagine what I intend to do to them.’
‘Nasty.’ Alan replied as he went through the cupboards. ‘Hah! Chocolate.’ He opened the wrapper after checking the date on the side. ‘Still – they deserve it – and a lot worse. Didn’t you say you were looking into investing in Grunnings too?’
‘Yes. I got their annual report the other day. Honestly – I don’t know how they’re still in business. I figured I’d see if I had enough money in the bank to buy some of the shares and then kick Vernon out. Somehow he’s managed to retain his job – even after being done for firearms offences and investigated for child abuse. I sent a mail to Dudley too – he got sent down.’ He laughed. ‘I congratulated him.’
Alan turned to him, bemused. ‘Anyone else you sent a letter to?’
‘RSPCA. Anonymously. About Mrs. Figg’s cats.’
Alan frowned. ‘I don’t think you’ve mentioned her…’
‘She was the one who testified for me when I was charged with using my magic.’
‘Okay. So she’s one of the ‘good guys’ then?’
Harry snorted. ‘That depends on your definition. I was abused by the Dursleys ever since I was dumped on them. She lived two streets away and was meant to be watching out for me. Her cats report to her. She knew perfectly well what kind of life I was living.’ He shrugged. ‘I never knew about magic or my parents until I went to Hogwarts. Would it have killed her to try and get me moved? Or to tell Dumbledore her suspicions? Or at least tell me my parents didn’t die in a car crash? Apparently it was.’ He stopped and looked over to Alan who was watching him. ‘Anyway – I always loathed her cats.’
Alan gathered his thoughts before speaking. ‘If she knew what happened to you – I think that’s pretty unforgivable – regardless of how she may have been watching out for you as you put it – there’s more to being safe than just having a roof over your head and being in one piece. I guess you’ve let her off the hook a bit more than you would have if it weren’t for her testimony?’ Harry nodded. ‘You saved the world she knew and she just stood by and let you be abused. I think that makes her as guilty as them.’
Harry looked away and thought about it for a moment. ‘I’m not over what they did to me. In the same way I’m not over what’s happened to me in the Wizarding world with Sirius and Cedric. But I’m dealing – like I told Remus.’
‘Your werewolf friend?’
‘Yeah – that’s him.’
‘Hmm.’ Alan made a noise as he finished off the chocolate.
‘What?’
‘Just had a thought.’
‘Which is…?’
‘Perhaps next time you see Remus you ask him why he never came to see you when you were younger – before Hogwarts.’
Harry frowned. ‘I think I can guess.’ He looked over at Alan. ‘Dumbledore.’
‘Hmm.’ Alan nodded. ‘Makes you wonder what else he’s been keeping from you doesn’t it?’
***
Bit longer than the last. And an explanation to Mrs. Figg’s letter. Your thoughts?
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: Feeling ill. Bleh. This was written whilst I was travelling home on the train from work – going home sick. Here’s the next chapter.
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
***
‘We have a situation I believe you should be informed of Agent Potter. You’d best sit down.’
‘Sir?’ Harry asked as he sat in the chair opposite Agent Smythe.
Smythe grimaced. ‘There are… Certain members of our department who have voiced concerns that once Voldemort is dealt with, you will reveal the existence of this department to the Wizarding world.’ He paused, holding up a hand to stop Harry from interrupting. ‘Some believe it will be inadvertent, others deliberate.’ He took a breath and continued, ‘consequently, I have been asked to ask you what your plans are after Voldemort is removed.’
Harry was silent as he formulated his answer. I can see where they’re coming from; I just wish they had a little more faith in me. A wry thought occurred to him. Saying that I can’t imagine Dumbledore being so informative.
Eventually he spoke. ‘Sir, I signed the documents guaranteeing my silence on the existence of this department within the secret service. Should I in future leave and return to the Wizarding world then you have my permission to obliviate me to remove any sensitive information.’ He paused. ‘That being said, I’ve made friends here – and I’ve enjoyed the training I’ve been given.’ He looked Smythe straight in the eyes, ‘I feel like I’m doing something good – not waiting around for things to happen.’
Smythe raised an eyebrow. ‘Like being proactive do you?’ Then he broke into a smile. ‘I understand you might resent the suggestion that you might break your word. Please understand that there were only a very small minority who suggested this – and it is their job to have a contingency plan for everything.’ He paused, ‘I would like to reassure you that I was not one of them – and that I am doing my best to keep you informed.’
He pulled open on of the drawers on his desk and unrolled a large map before speaking. ‘Well, now that we’ve cleared up that little problem, I believe you might like this next piece of information.’ He smirked. ‘You’ll appreciate this.’ Then he pulled out a paper folder with several security notices on the cover. ‘This,’ he said, not offering the folder to Harry, ‘is a report from one of our undercover spies. Voldemort is planning a little celebration.’ He paused. ‘Fancy going along?’
Harry sat up sharply, ‘Sir?’
‘The committee believe that it is time to move against Voldemort – before he can consolidate his power. That’s where you come in. You and one other will be there. Undercover. As snipers. We’ll see how invincible Voldemort is.’
Harry frowned. ‘Dumbledore believed that my advantage over Voldemort is love, sir.’
‘Correct.’ Smythe leant back in his chair. ‘That’s why your friend Jack will be accompanying you. We’ve managed to clear it with his superiors. It will not be the first mission like this that Mr O’Neill has been involved with and he’s your friend I believe?’
‘Yes…’
‘And Dumbledore never claimed it was romantic love. It could be the love of family, of friends, of parents.’ He sat up, ‘and well, if that doesn’t work – one can only hope the Avada Kedavra we’ve cast on the bullets you’ll be using will be effective.’
Harry was stunned. ‘You cast the Killing curse on bullets?’
‘Not me – Agent Potter. One of our agents. And to say we cast it is slightly inaccurate. We combined the essence of the curse into the bullets themselves. Brilliant idea and incredibly deadly. Even if you don’t hit a vital part of the target – they won’t make it. Genius.’
Harry leant back into his chair. ‘That’s incredible.’
‘Isn’t it? Now, you and your partner will be placed here and here.’ Smythe said pointing at the map. ‘Voldemort will be calling his Death Eaters here for their meeting before departing to another location. We only have this one chance to take out Voldemort Agent Potter…’
‘Are we just to target Voldemort sir?’
‘Why Agent Potter…’ Smythe said, leaning across his desk, his hands clasped loosely in front of him as he watched Harry. ‘Who else did you have in mind?’
‘Pettigrew.’
***
‘Gringotts have confirmed the time and date for my meeting.’ Harry said folding the letter back up he had just collected from his P.O. Box.
‘Diagon Alley – correct?’ Said Alan as he searched through Harry’s fridge for something edible. ‘Jeez Harry, don’t you have food here that’s before its ‘best before’ date or what?’
‘Sorry.’ Harry replied absentmindedly as he wrote himself a note on his calendar. ‘Hang up from the Dursleys – anything that could be edible I kept. I’d rather eat mouldy bread than go hungry.’ He shrugged.
‘Damn Dursleys.’ Alan muttered, shutting the fridge door with a bang. ‘Did you send them those letters after?’
‘Yep.’ Harry grinned. ‘I told Petunia and Vernon that I would be an adult at some point.’ He smirked. ‘I’ve no intention of casting any curses at the moment and being hauled in front of some stupid court. I figured I scare them psychologically instead. Leave them to come up with their worst nightmares and imagine what I intend to do to them.’
‘Nasty.’ Alan replied as he went through the cupboards. ‘Hah! Chocolate.’ He opened the wrapper after checking the date on the side. ‘Still – they deserve it – and a lot worse. Didn’t you say you were looking into investing in Grunnings too?’
‘Yes. I got their annual report the other day. Honestly – I don’t know how they’re still in business. I figured I’d see if I had enough money in the bank to buy some of the shares and then kick Vernon out. Somehow he’s managed to retain his job – even after being done for firearms offences and investigated for child abuse. I sent a mail to Dudley too – he got sent down.’ He laughed. ‘I congratulated him.’
Alan turned to him, bemused. ‘Anyone else you sent a letter to?’
‘RSPCA. Anonymously. About Mrs. Figg’s cats.’
Alan frowned. ‘I don’t think you’ve mentioned her…’
‘She was the one who testified for me when I was charged with using my magic.’
‘Okay. So she’s one of the ‘good guys’ then?’
Harry snorted. ‘That depends on your definition. I was abused by the Dursleys ever since I was dumped on them. She lived two streets away and was meant to be watching out for me. Her cats report to her. She knew perfectly well what kind of life I was living.’ He shrugged. ‘I never knew about magic or my parents until I went to Hogwarts. Would it have killed her to try and get me moved? Or to tell Dumbledore her suspicions? Or at least tell me my parents didn’t die in a car crash? Apparently it was.’ He stopped and looked over to Alan who was watching him. ‘Anyway – I always loathed her cats.’
Alan gathered his thoughts before speaking. ‘If she knew what happened to you – I think that’s pretty unforgivable – regardless of how she may have been watching out for you as you put it – there’s more to being safe than just having a roof over your head and being in one piece. I guess you’ve let her off the hook a bit more than you would have if it weren’t for her testimony?’ Harry nodded. ‘You saved the world she knew and she just stood by and let you be abused. I think that makes her as guilty as them.’
Harry looked away and thought about it for a moment. ‘I’m not over what they did to me. In the same way I’m not over what’s happened to me in the Wizarding world with Sirius and Cedric. But I’m dealing – like I told Remus.’
‘Your werewolf friend?’
‘Yeah – that’s him.’
‘Hmm.’ Alan made a noise as he finished off the chocolate.
‘What?’
‘Just had a thought.’
‘Which is…?’
‘Perhaps next time you see Remus you ask him why he never came to see you when you were younger – before Hogwarts.’
Harry frowned. ‘I think I can guess.’ He looked over at Alan. ‘Dumbledore.’
‘Hmm.’ Alan nodded. ‘Makes you wonder what else he’s been keeping from you doesn’t it?’
***
Bit longer than the last. And an explanation to Mrs. Figg’s letter. Your thoughts?
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Date: 2006-10-05 01:16 am (UTC)I love this story and how real it is. Harry is SO in character and I love Jack as well. Your other characters are great and I find myself eagerly awaiting the next chapter.
Thank you for writing this and I hope you're feeling better soon! :D
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Date: 2006-10-05 09:08 am (UTC)I'm pretty bad at leaving feedback myself - so I understand completely!
I love this story and how real it is. Harry is SO in character and I love Jack as well. Your other characters are great and I find myself eagerly awaiting the next chapter.
I'm glad you think Harry is in character. I do sometimes wonder if I've strayed too far away from the original. And there will be more of Jack and the other characters! Definitely.
Thank you for writing this and I hope you're feeling better soon! :D
Thanks you for reading and replying! I'm just glad that people seem to be enjoying it as much as I'm enjoying writing it. I am feeling better - unfortunately that means I have to go back to work!