Bright As The Sun

by Silverknight45

So this is basically a Powerful/Lord Harry Story with some definite muggle "Intervention". That said, I wanted to mix the muggle world with Harry Potter, mostly in terms of military. I will explain the more advanced weaponry in terms of physics in the actual story, and the more fictional ones you can figure out by yourself. Read and Review. Pairing leaning towards FD/HP.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Harry James Potter, let out as annoyed sigh as yet another week was slowly passing. It seemed that after finishing his third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the summer had come to meet him with a vengeance. A sort of evil plan to plague him with boredom and fill him with melancholy. With the absence of magic from the Dursley Household, except for schoolwork, he felt rather lonely. All spells save for smaller utility charms were prohibited. To ease his mind, he turned to taking walks down Privet Drive, not like the Dursley's cared. He would lose himself to his musings and thoughts and then find himself on the porch or the driveway of his uncle's house. It was at one of these moments that he found himself, looking up at the sky, wishing in earnest for a chance to ride his Firebolt, the state of the art racing broom used by the professionals. He approximated that the broom could do around a hundred and fifty kilometers per hour, depending favorable weather conditions, in a straight line. Going straight up however had obvious restrictions to that speed, due to the forces of physics which although altered slightly, still applied in the magical world. As he was looking up he noticed a black speck rather high up in the air, moving toward him. Not directly at him of course, so he figured it was a muggle aeroplane or something.

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Unbeknownst to the young Potter, the muggle aircraft was indeed watching him. Flying at an altitude of twenty-three thousand meters, was a Lockheed Martin SR-71 "Blackbird". A cutting edge surveillance aircraft, with a cruising speed just below Mach one. During the cold war this was the aircraft used by the Americans for clandestine purposes, mostly information gathering. Whether it was spying on Nuclear Silos or Soviet troop and naval movements, the Blackbird could get in and then get out remarkably quickly. While most aircraft have the danger of enemy surface-to-air missiles, the Blackbird never once had to fret about such a threat. The top speed of the plane was officially recorded as Mach 3.3 or three and a third times the speed of sound. When a missile was detected by the on-board systems, instructions were to simply accelerate and out-fly the missile. Etched on the wing of this Blackbird in white letters were four letters: U.S.A.F. That was all it took to identify who had sent this bird. The Blackbird pilot would fly the plane, and the second seat was reserved for the surveillance officer. His job was to manage the camera systems on the jet. The face of the young Potter could be seen by the aircraft and they noticed as he went into his home, away from their view. Their report came almost immediately

"Big Bird this is Aspen 20, package has gone into the nest", spoke the cool voice of the pilot. He voiced his report to the nearby AWACS aircraft. Then a person in the Boeing E-3 sentry relayed the message to his superior.

"Zeus this is Big Bird, Aspen 20 reporting package went into the nest over". The reply was immediate, and the same type of cool voice that military pilots use came on.

"Copy that Big Bird, this is Zeus acknowledged."

Around 430 kilometers upwards from the earth's surface, was a massive ship hanging around in the orbit of earth. Of course the camouflage was activated so even to an astronaut is space, it looked like nothing was ever there. Inside the two kilometer long ship was an admiral office, in the office sat a man. The said man brought his two fingers to his forehead and rubbed horizontally, as if to indicate stress yet contentment, after replying to the Sentry aircraft.

Admiral Daniel Blackburn looked in earnest at his office. He was lucky, the only one to have such a large office on his ship, the feds had been nice to him. Then again it was his ship. At the age of twenty-four and six months, he looked forward to his career. The roguishly handsome face, accompanied by twin obsidian irises made most women weak in the knees. And that was just by looking at him, so when he told them about his career most of them fainted, at the thought of such a man actually talking to them. The history of Blackburn was a very tight kept secret in the circles of the administrators of the United States Military. Perhaps the biggest secret was his age, he told everyone that he was in this late thirties, all but a select few knew his actual age. His friends at the Central Intelligence Agency had been very nice in getting him a birthday, passport and other legal necessities that allowed him to keep his age a secret. Because no ordinary man had under him the command of three Nebula class Super Carriers, a pair of Battleships, one Corvette cruiser, and two of the most powerful weapons known to man.

SGW-1 "Artemis" was the first weapon given to him, since he designed most of it. The kinetic strike satellite, affectionately called "Rods from God" had enough power to take out cities, leaving no radiation or fallout behind. SGW-2 "Orion" was the bigger brother of Artemis, a large laser satellite, that when activated, shot a large blue laser that decimated everything in its path. The minimum radius of Orion was 2 kilometers. You could level entire mountain ranges with that thing, Blackburn recalled.

Of course these were built before the SALT and SALT II peace talks with the Soviets. So Uncle Sam wasn't lying just not telling Ivan the whole truth. Besides, thought Blackburn if the Russkies do go back on us and launch their "spears" we have something to back us up, not to mention it would make one helluva bargaining chip. The thought of "hey, so if you don't stop attacking our forces, we will destroy every major city you have", was generally convincing for most nations.

As Daniel thought of his fortune, he remembered in a flashback of how it all started.

Blackburn in his younger age of eighteen had started his eccentric career by sending an email to a professor of microbiology in the University of California, Davis Campus. Dr. Caroline Richards was one of the first professors who had taught to him, in a minor biology course, which he had kept in touch with. The question he posed in the email had enticed the professor, since her ace student rarely presented a question to something that was trivial.

Daniel had asked about the something that had the potential to bring man one step closer to god: Immortality. It was a simple matter of meeting with the professor, and then discussing ideas. It was found that a jellyfish Turritopsis dohrnii, was the only known biotic organism that could revert back to a colonial stage after reaching maturity. Daniel had brought a sample of the specimen with him from the Mediterranean Sea, he and Dr. Richards looked at the marvelous creature with desire. The first few attempts at retrieving the genetic information were a complete failure, it was only after various efforts, from recreating pressure in the original sea, to recreating the salinity of the tank it was stored in, that they were able to successfully develop a synthetic polymer of the genetic code in the creature.

Now the question was, how to insert it to turn on the correct gene in the human genome. After many trials and errors, and numerous coffee's the professor and her student pulled off the most marvelous feat since the invention of the wheel. They tested the first batch on Daniel. He had felt nothing at first, then a strange warming sensation, as his blood adapted. What they found after tests, or Daniel slipping and hitting a knife, slicing his hand open, that his hand had healed right back up very quickly. It was then that it dawned upon them, that it didn't cause the person to revert back into younger form, simply speeded up the healing and allowed for infinite cell division to take place.

After patenting it, they started selling the product. Of course not everyone was given a notice of this, and they weren't allowed to add it to biology journals.

Only a select few people had the opportunity to buy the product. Since, at 1.3 Trillion a needle, only high ranking government officials got it. They had found 9 people, three people each from America, Canada and Europe. It gave them a large amount of monetary gain. Roughly 3 Trillion each, and since it was all "hush-hush", taxes could not be collected on them. From his other inventions such as better cruise missiles, and even combat suits that could turn invisible, he gained quite a bit of capital. So much from all his exploits that the CIA took a bit of an interest to him.

It was from this money that he had found his way into the good books of officials. After serving a couple years in the deputy director seat of the Central Intelligence Agency, he found himself funding the costs of building six ships, and two large space weapon platforms.

Now he stood among the four most powerful people in the world. The first obviously was the president himself, and later followed three admirals, all in a tie for second place. He was known as CINCSPAC. Or Commander in Chief, Space Command. The other two guys were CINCLANT and CINCPAC, Commander in Chief of Atlantic and Pacific Command respectively. All four people had access and administration to weapons of mass destruction. The president being at the top of the pyramid, and the rest are all tied for second place.

Then he remembered his old "upbringing". He was once a member of the Ancient and Most Nobel House of Black. Blackburn snorted, those bastards never wanted anything to do with me from the first place. It was true, he was a squib brother to Sirius and Regulus, as such, the minute he turned of age the Blacks burned his name on the family line, and effectively removed him from anything Black.

He took this as an opportunity however, using his old pools of resources to get himself into America, the heart of the West, where he became an accomplished man. Amassing large pools of capital and assets through his inventions and exploits. Yes, he had truly lived the American "dream". However he was not this confidant when he was a Black. No, he was more quiet, concealed and reclusive. Because of his parents' neglect at him being a squib he was thinking of ending it there and there.

However, it just so happened that Sirius had brought James into his household the day he planned to end his life. James had forcibly taken away a knife and had a long talk with him. That was when he had learned about America, and his mind worked furiously with the new ideas.

All in all, James has saved his life, it was time to repay that favor.

And he would, even when he learned James was gone from his connections in the magical world, he learned from a Floo call from Sirius, that he had a son: Harry James Potter. And by god, this boy would win his so called war. It also helped that Alan Richards, the incumbent President of the United States, had a sister in the magical world, so he understood this cause and allowed it. Passing by as NTK, or need to know only. Even though it was all hush, he held command over a battalion of soldiers, his ghosts, as the suits they wore in battle can turn into invisible, making them irreplaceable spec ops officers. He also had a large air force, ranging from spy planes to bombers, as well as two of the most destructive space weapons ever built.

Yes, it was time to meet this boy, who he had learned from magazines and Sirius, was very well accomplished in "Hogwarts". Magicals, snorted Blackburn, never simple names.

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Okay, so that's the first chapter of this story (First story by me! Yay!) I may or may not have some more planned in advanced, but there will be more of this coming out of my head in the future. So after spending a decent amount of my time here on the Harry Potter section, I have seen too many Harry Becomes Lord and Powerful. Sure the stories are incredible and fantastically explained, but I wanted a change from that so in this story, I have included and will forever include some muggle intervention. Also looking for a beta, since school is getting tougher in senior year, (why the hell did I take full AP?). But I digress, it gave me a better attitude towards writing soooo yeah. Enough with this rant... Oh wait the polls. Right, so the pairing has not yet been formally decided, But I would prefer a pairing with Hermione, Fleur, Daphne. And not with Ginny, since well like most Powerful Harry stories, this will have some Weasleby (Spelling?) and Dumbles bashing. Not too harshly but just enough so that they stay away from our Lord Potter. I might give Neville a larger role like some of the stories but that all depends. And of course the rating might go up since I intend to include fight scenes, with some mild bloodshed. (Nothing like a firefight to wake you the hell up from doing Chemistry until two). Alright so that's the lengthy rant done since its first chapter so y'know. Oh and before I forget the Disclaimer: I hereby claim that I do not own JK Rowling or any of her works. (Is that enough... Firstie here so it would help with reviews!)

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