A/N: This is my first attempt at a crossover fic to be honest please tell me what you think but be kind please.

Chapter 1

Since a young age Harry Potter had a connection with the things that go bump in the night. He could feel them while others couldn't, around the neighborhood there were places where he would always get a cold chill after a few weeks he started to avoid those places all together. Once when he was five he had a conversation with a transparent person who was dead, he knew that, and convinced them to pass on to the other side. He never understood why he could see the things he could and the others couldn't. The Dursleys of course didn't understand and thought they could beat it out of him…like his magic. Though at eight things changed.

It was a stormy night and Harry was under the cupboard after a particularly vicious beating Vernon, Petunia even joined in this time with her frying pan. He was drifting in and out of consciousness he heard the knock at the door and his Uncle answering. Then his Uncle yelling and then a loud crash and his Aunt shrieking and quiet down pretty quickly.

There were clicking sounds and the locks on the cupboard door were undone and the door opened. There standing in the doorway was a man, he was tall but was cloaked and all you could see was his mouth and chin which had a goatee of brown and grey color. "Come with me young one, its safe" his voice was warm and deep with a smile on what part Harry could see. Harry took the hand and was pulled in to the man's arms and from the pain of it the young boy passed out.

Harry woke to the sound of a women singing, it was soft melodic and sweet, he cracked his eyes open to see a women with a pretty face, warm brown eyes which were staring out at the evening sky. Harry started to get up and that movement caused the woman to turn to him with a small smile. "You should move a bit slower young one you are still healing, you need a bit more rest, your safe here no need to worry" as she spoke Harry felt his eye lids getting heavy and soon he was back asleep.

When Harry woke up next he was alone and the sun was up, the smell of breakfast wafted into his room. He threw back the covers and sat up slowly remembering the advice of the woman, and gingerly stood. He felt fine, well fine as in how he feels two or three days after a beating. Following his nose Harry slowly made his way down a set of stairs and into the kitchen of the house, where he found both the man and the woman from the previous night.

"Good morning young one, did you sleep well?" asked the woman who was sitting closer to Harry than the man. Harry merely nodded feeling shy around both of them; he noticed an empty seat next to the woman which he took slowly. As he sat he noticed three large wolfhounds lying out through the window. "Those are my dogs they won't harm you, my name is Tom by the way Tom Ward and this is my companion Alice Deane, I am a Spook and Alice here assists me in my trade." The man spoke and Harry noticed that his hood was down, like that woman he had warm eyes though they were green like his own. The hair on his head was like his goatee brown with flecks of grey.

"As we have said before you are safe here, you aint never have to go back to your vile relatives" Alice spoke and Harry immediately liked her and her accent. "Harry what if I told you that your last name isn't Potter?" asked Tom and the young boy's eyes widened at that revelation. "Your true name is Harold Gregory, but we will stick with Harry, you are the seventh son of my master, who was the seventh son of a seventh son. If you want I can teach you the trade of your true father." Tom looked at Harry in the eye and could tell, before the little nod the young boy gave the man, that he would do it.

"Then we must first take the glamour off of you, so you look like you should." Alice moved her hand to the back of the chair and muttered something under her breath and Harry's eyes went blurry so he took off his glasses and he could see perfectly. He got and walked to a mirror and saw his reflection, his hair and eyes were the same but his nose was slightly curved and his jaw had a stronger look to it. Harry was shocked he looked totally different; he turned and spoke his first words to the two at the table.

"Why do I look so different, who could have done that to me?" his voice while juvenile still was a tad menacing. Tom smiled; he now saw his old master in this young man and knew he was in for a fun time. Alice smiled and motioned to Tom to answer the young boy, "Well you had a charm on you that changed your appearance and as to who did that to you; well it seems that there is an old mage named Dumbledore who is also a wizard. He did this so that you could be a weapon against another mage named Voldemort." Harry had a confused look on his face which called Alice to chuckle "It's a lot to take in isn't it" her sympathetic voice soothed Harry's temper.

"Now, while you're a bit young to start your training, I think it is important that we start immediately." Tom said standing from the table to stand behind Harry at the mirror. The only response was a nod and so it began Harry was on his way to becoming one of the best Spooks in history.

A/N: Ok here it is please tell me what you think and any questions you have I will do my best to explain it just please please review!