Agent Sparks

AU, Harry Potter needs a new perspective. After sixteen years working as an agent, he is forced into finally entering school as a sixth year. He plans on finally being himself, but after living his whole life as an agent, who is he?

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Slowly moving his left arm, he winced, riding out the pain which moving it caused. He opened his eyes, finding himself in an unfamiliar room, and immediately let his magic roam to determine his situation. He was in a grey stone cell, old and dried blood littered the floor at intervals, obviously a well used room. He noted the many wards on the door and grimaced, noting they were advanced, but to the experienced mind easily manageable. Next he took note of his own condition.

Broken arm, cuts, abrasions and bruises all over his body, and a very tender area on his lower stomach. Nothing too serious, he assumed he'd been stunned. Groaning, he focused his magic on his abdomen, healing the internal bruising, before directing it to his arm. He knew they were watching and decided he had to do this fast.

Sending out his hovering magic once more, he searched for any familiar magical signatures, but found none in his immediate vicinity, which was a blessing, he'd thought his comrades had been captured also.

What he did sense, however, were five magical signatures moving toward him, he estimated they'd arrive in one minute. Sighing in frustration, he leapt up, sweeping his black hair from his face and searching mentally for his wand. It was on an upper level of what he now understood to be the Ministry, in a small room occupied by one other magical signature.

Using his wandless magic, he blasted a hole directly above him, knowing there were seven wizards in the room, and used his enhanced abilities to jump to the upper level, startling the wizards. He was now in the office section of the Atrium, and he wasted no time running off to the room his wand lay in. He blasted the door and ran inside, swamping the man who had run from the blast, swiftly knocking him out with a swift blow to the back of the neck.

He collected his wand and ran toward the Floo Fires, protected from the curses finally being thrown at him with a strong Shield Charm he'd invented, the Protegi a variant of the Protego. He yelled into the fire "Diagon Alley!" being whisked away, and immediately Apparated to seven different random points before arriving at his Safehouse, entering the Unplotable and Fidilusprotected house in a quiet street just outside London city.

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"I'm back!" He removed his glamour and hung his bloodstained coat, smiling at the smaller old woman who came rushing down the hall.

"Harry! Perfect! What's that? 6 hours? A new record! You didn't let your glamour slip? The clients were watching and seemed pleased!"

"Nope, I was fine Madam Weir. They still think they caught Dably, whom escaped in record time, as usual. So, are the clients in the conference room?"

"Yes, Harry, now, they'll be wanting to hire you after that, I'm sure they will look past your age, as your experience and reputation has proceeded you yet again. Finally, another job actually worthy of my best agent!" She spoke as they made their way toward a sparsely furnished room, with enough chairs for the two men, Harry and Madam Weir. Harry enlarged a mirror from his pocket and checked his appearance, pronouncing a quick cleansing spell on his face and hair.

Brushing his medium-length black hair from his face, he entered the room after Madam Weir, his face a mask of blankness.

"Gentlemen! This is Sparks, our best field agent. He'll gladly answer any questions you have, and will be taking your task."

Both men looked at him critically, and nodded, creating text to flow above their heads.

He is acceptable. He must investigate Noakes for a week, bring us the information, and depending on what he finds he will either assassinate the Prince or act as envoy.

Harry nodded, and replied, "850 Galleons for the surveillance, 900 for a kill, and 1500 for an Emissary mission."

Both men nodded and walked from the room, leaving a packet of documents on the table. Madame Weir grinned and looked up at Harry.

"Brilliant! That's a hefty pay check for you!"

"And a large portion for you too Madam." Harry smiled. Madame Weir was his Mother, the woman who, since he was three, had taken care of him, trained him and taught him about his growing magical abilities. At sixteen, Harry was the youngest and most qualified agent in Europe, a secret weapon for the wealthy and connected wizards and Muggles alike. Weir Relations was a small Agent House, with only Harry, a potions master and an apprenticed agent in employment.

Sighing, he left Weir to the paperwork as he went up to the top level of their base, passing the apprentice agent in the hall. The fourteen-year-old girl, Dust, stopped in her tracks and smiled at Harry, going red in the face. Chuckling, he entered a Potions workroom and grinned at the woman who was working furiously by a cauldron.

"No Harry, don't disturb me, I have only two more minutes before this potion thickens and I have to add these ingredients in quick succession!" Harry sniggered and perched on another workbench, watching her work.

After the potion thickened she let out a pent up breath and grinned, leaving the cauldron to cool.

"Just finished making thirty vials-full of Steam-Screen, perfect for Muggle surveillance cameras!"

Harry smiled and got down to give her a hug.

"Well done Chase. Another mission gained for me, that'll be helpful, keep me afloat until summer is over." Chase sighed sadly.

"You have to go to school after this summer." It was a fact. Weir had given him as much teaching as she could, but felt he would need "the school experience" for the more serious customers to take him seriously. Therefore, she'd sent him to Hogwarts a few weeks ago, told the school he was to sit his OWLs then and return in the new year with the rest of the students. Not something he was looking forward to.

"Chase, don't worry, I'll be fine! I can still come back for missions and such, my godfather left me with a box of his old possessions when he was forced to give me up to those Muggles, and in it he left me a Map. I can get out of the castle easily. Come on, it's me! I'll visit!"

Chase nodded tiredly but smiled.

"So, you nervous 'bout it? In a weeks time you'll be Lord Potter, and after that, you'll be sixth year student Harry Potter, Lost-Boy-Who-Lived. Guess you'll have to hide your past too, can't let on about all you're secrets."

Harry nodded, mulling over what she'd said. He already assumed he'd be in Slytherin house; he was well suited to it despite its bad reputation and his heritage. He'd also contacted Gringotts already and set up with the Goblins to be prepared for his "re-entry into society".

"Anyway, I came here for another reason. I wanted to know if you'd completed those potions I'd asked for."

"Yes, they're all here. The Complete Collection of Healing, Concealment and Poisons known to wizard kind, with quite a few natural powders from Muggle medicine." Harry beamed.

"Thanks Chase, you're a lifesaver!" He kissed her cheek and ran from the room, shrinking the large trunk to pocket-size as he went.

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His Birthday came and went, with a small extra allowance for Harry from Weir, another "Complete Collection" from Chase, but full of Prank Potions, and three ancestral throwing stars from Dust, who blushed furiously.

The day ended with part one of his mission completed, Prince Noakes of the Austrian Wizarding Hierarchy had indeed been truthful to the two gentlemen and Harry had now only to travel to him and hand over a letter himself, with polite smiles and bows.

Harry lay on his bed silently after dinner, wondering in Hogwarts would be as restful and simple as his life at Weir Relations.

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