Harry Potter glanced at the piece of paper in his hand. Yup this was definatley it, 621 Pine View road. He walked up the steps and opened the door with the key he had been given and entered his new home.

It was to his understanding that he would be sharing this home with four other spys, he was to go by the name "Michael" and he knew that they would all be going by false names. They had to in case any of them were ever caught by the enemy.

Just then the door clicked shut behind him. He jumped and spun around. Harry sighed, 'I've been in the spy buisness for too long.' he thought.
'Just how did this all start anyway...oh yeah, graduation.'

It had been the day of Harry's graduation, the ceremony was over and the graduating class and their families were all heading outside for a big picnic in celebration of their graduating. Before he had even gotten outside a man came out from behind the corner and grabbed Harry covering his mouth and dragging him down the hall. He flashed a badge at Harry and quickly said that he was an "agent" sent to offer Harry a job. Harry was planning on persuing a career in quiditch but the agent, who went by 'Chris Conlin' quickly told Harry that even though Voldemort had been defeated the dark arts and dark wizards were still strong and terriorizing others, in fact they had been planning something big for years now, it was only a matter of time before they launched their evil scheme. Harry realized that he was needed in the spy force more then as a quiditch star, plus he knew he'd never be able to live with himself if he pursued quiditch and the whole world fell down around him when he could have done something to stop it. Harry had never gone to the picnic, after learning that the agency had been watching his progress in defense against the dark arts for years and they had just been waiting for him to graduate he immediatley agreed to join. He ran upstairs to Gryffindor common room and grabbed his stuff before aparating to the secret headquarters with Chris. He regretted having left without saying goodbye but..there was nothing he could do, there were suposedly dark agents around the school also that day. Recruitting.

At the headquarters, code named-the playground, Harry spent a week learning of the tactics of the dark wizards and becoming fully certified as an agent. He was given the code name "Michael Johnson" as well as fake ID and credit cards to that name. He was sent on quiet a few missions which involved breaking into a few of the dark wizard headquarters (the dark wizards call themselves the death tumblers) and stealing plans, taking information, preventing crimes and stealing back some of the stuff they had stolen. Harry had been in the spy buissness for four years now.

He had according to Chris Conlin (who was evidently one of the leaders in the buissness) proven himself worthy enough for a bigger mission. Harry was going to live in survillance with four other witches and wizards, all of whom were spys like himself, in a house just outside of Mortinburg, which was where the death tumblers wer rumored to have headquarters, and try and find out as much as they could about whatever the "big plan" the death tumblers had been working on for years was.

He climbed the stairs, it apeared as though he was the first to arrive in this 'home.' He found the bedroom with the initials MJ taped to the door and put his things inside before heading back downstairs.

He was eager to check out the minor headquarters that they were to be provided with downstairs. He deceanded into the basement to find an empty room with a cement floor. There was a washer and a dryer in one corner and a broken exercise bike in the other. There was a little closet door against the side wall. Harry smiled to himself. This had to be it. He opened the door and climbed down the ladder into a big room. It had six computors, a 76" tv and a VCR, About four different phone lines as well as five desks each desk had a lamp and and a few muggle machines such as a calculator, a pencil sharpner and a few other assorted things. Harry had always loved the way the agency provided for the agents.

CLICK

Harry's sharp ears picked up the sound of the door closing upstairs. He left the work station and ran up the steps. A young women was standing in the door way, she had thin strawberry blond hair which was layered around her shoulders. She was about 5'5" and 130 pounds. She was wearing faded blue jeans and a green t-shirt. She looked up as Harry walked in and smiled. She had pretty blue eyes and a perfect smile.

"Hi." She said holding out a hand. "I'm S..Stephanie. Sorry, I almost gave you my real name, it's the hardest thing to get used to, responding to another name."

"Don't I know it." Harry said. "I'm Michael."

"So, is anyone else hear yet?" She asked.

"No, not..." Just then the door opened again. A young man walked in, he was about 5'11" with brown hair and brown eyes. He was well built, but then so was Harry. They had to work out some and be in top phsical condition to be spies.

"Hey," He said, "The names Jason."

Harry and Stephanie introduced themselves again.

"So, what's the house like?" Stephanie asked Harry.

"I'm not sure." he said, "I got here, put my stuff upstairs and checked out our workstation then you guys showed up."

"Ok, well there should be another two joining us soon." Stephanie said. "Let's go put our stuff away"

Harry helped them bring there stuff upstairs and into their designated rooms (all the rooms had little tags of paper with intials on them.)

On the way back downstairs Stephanie looked at the other two tags "PD and GM, I wonder who they are?"

They checked out the rest of the house, which included a weight room and a pool as well as a well stocked library and an observation deck upstairs.

Stephanie was making a pot of tea in the kitchen while Harry and Jason chit chatted about a few of their past missions. The door opened once again and a young man stepped inside, he had blond hair and brown eyes. He was about 5'10" and just as muscular as Harry and Jason.

Stephanie came out of the kitchen with the pot of tea and three cups. "PD or GM?" she asked when she saw the stranger among them.

"What?" he asked.

Stephanie giggled, "your initials."

"Oh, PD, I'm Paul Dinestock." he said.

Jason showed him upstairs while Stephanie went to get another teacup. Harry smiled to himself. As far as he could tell, all of these people were great, and he was glad, he'd had to work with a few awefully annoying agents before and it wasn't fun.

Jason and Paul came downstairs again talking about where they bought shoes or something and Stephanie brought out the teacup.

"Well," She said, "that just leaves us waiting for GM"

Harry took a sip of tea. The door opened again, Harry looked up to see who GM was.

His eyes met with the person at the doors, he began to choke on his tea and started to cough.

"Michael are you alright?" Stephanie asked

"Yeah...I'm just...fine." Harry said.

"So, this is GM?" Jason said. The girl in the doorway was about 5'3", she had brown hair and brown eyes. She was about 120 pounds at most and was wearing a short black skirt with a spagetti strap top and a white blouse over top. She stared at Harry.

"Hi." Paul said standing up. "I'm Paul, this is Jason, Michael and Stephanie...you are...?"

GM continued to stare at Harry as if in shock and the snapped back to reality. "Oh, I'm...Gracie Miller. Ummm..Mitch was it?" she asked Harry.

"Michael" he said.

"Right, Michael. ummmm...may I umm talk to you a second?" Gracie asked

"Yeah, that sounds good to me." he said and led her into the kitchen.

"Well," Jason said. "That was kind of odd."

"Yes it was." Stephanie said.

In the kitchen Gracie reached up and brushed aside Harry's bangs.

"H...Harry?" she said as she saw the scar which had, over time faded and was barely visible now.

"Yes. Hermione?" he asked.

She nodded and burst into tears. Harry took her into his arms. "It's ok." he said, "It's ok. Damn it's so good to see you again."

She dried her eyes. "I know." she said. sniffing. "Harry I was so scared about what happened to you at graduation, you just dissapeared...Ron and I were so worried, you just vanished, and we never heard from you again..."

"I know I know, I'm so sorry." Harry said.

"I guess I understand now." Hermione said, "I mean, I went through the whole training, secracy thing too. I just wish there was a way to let the Weasley's know you're OK. It's been four years Harry."

"I know, I wish I could too. But we can't, it's too risky, even if it's just Ron. Hermione, what made you become a spy?"

"Oh well, I guess it was you." Hermione said. "When you disapeared there was no book that I could turn to to find the answer. I realized that though books are excellent...They just can't tell you all the answers sometimes. I realized that spying was the next best thing to finding anwers. I'd already tryed a ministry position, it just didn't work out for me though. I couldn't stand to sit in an office all day, especially after all the excitment, you, Ron and I went through at Hogwarts...So somehow I just decided to become a spy."

"How is Ron anyway?" Harry asked.

"Oh gosh I haven't seen him in three years. I left him a letter saying I was pursuing a job, that I would be ok but I couldn't tell him much about it and that he wouldn't hear from me in a while." She said. "He had a job with the Ministry, he was taking over for Ludo Bagman."

"haha, that's just perfect for Ron." Harry chuckled.

"Well..." Hermione said.

"Yeah." They went back to the others.

"So what was all that about?" Jason asked.

"Sorry." Harry said. "We just realized that we knew each other at school and we had to sort things out. H...Gracie and I are going to keep calling each other by our agency names and we won't let this effect our mission.'

"Scouts honour" Hermione said.

"Ok, well I say we all turn in for the night." Stephanie said. "We are going to have a lot to do tomorrow."

They all nodded and headed upstairs. As everyone departed to there rooms Hermione grabbed Harry's arm. "It's good to see you again Michael." She said and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Harry smiled and squeezed her hand before heading to his own room.


A/N- Ok, that was kinda a "hi!, this is all the backround...get to meet the charectors, crap" I hope you liked it! It'll eventually be H/Hr. It'll be better later. Promise

Disclaimer.-All Harry Potter charectors are property of JKR. I own Jason, Paul and Stephanie.

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