Omake Files - The Fifth Man

January, 1996: Ipswitch, Suffolk - South East England
The said it'd be a cold day in hell when Voldemort would decide to not kill Harry. Well, Harry really wished that hell would warm up.

He had been caught by the fucker when i had gone to one of the various safehouses that the failing Order had set up throughout the south of England. He really didn't like how Snape forgot to mention just which of the safehouses he 'gave intel on' to voldemort when he told them that to secure his position, he had to give up a few. Or rather, he forgot to include the Ipswich safehouse when he told them a which ones he had to give up. Ipswich being the one that Harry was assigned to check on their weekly checkup rota.

As it was, Molder, as Harry began to call the git, had been waiting for Harry when he arrived.

"Ah, Hello Harry. Wonderful to see you again." the creepily chipper Molder greeted him.

"Thomas Molder." Harry greeted back warily. Each time 'Molder' had met him since the graveyard - baring the incident at the DoM ofcourse, Harry and 'Molder' had greeted each other the similar way. Last time Harry tried to jump the gun, he got disarmed by hidden foes. It was rather odd. It's like the fucker was playing psychology games with him - as if the weekly Moldy-induced nightmare wasn't enough. Each 'meeting' would last no less than 20 minutes, no more than 30, depending on how lucky Harry was with his guesses about where those DE's were hidden. He was getting better. Last months' meeting had only lasted 22minutes - snapes' count (since he was one of the hidden ones that time)

"Ah, You have a new nickname for me." Molder smiled (un)pleasantly at him. "tell me, what muggle reference is this one?"

Harry slowly sat down across from Molder, not daring to look around again for the hidden DE's. He had other sense for that. "Ever watched TV when you wereliving at that Orphanage?"

Molder smiled darkly, "You know the answer to that question."

"Yeah well there's this new program. you should check it out."

"And the last one i 'checked out' was a cartoon." molder pointed out with a fake pout. "You know I don't like those."

"Oh come on, those Road Runner/Wil-E Coyote cartoons were great!" Harry protested like the kid he had never been. "I mean... Its like this weird metaphor for our lives. Me as the Road runner, you as the Coyote! I mean.. each time you try..." Harry trailed off with a big grin.

Molder couldn't help the slight twitch at the corners of his mouth. "I suppose."

They stared at each other unblinkingly for a few minutes, before Molder asked, "And, pray tell, what is the show you watched recently and liked so much as to name me after one of the characters?"

Harry grinned, but didn't answer for a minute.

Molder narrowed his eyes, and Harry answered, rolling his, "The X-files."

"Huh?"

"You know how the Yanks have this organisation, the FBI?"

"Not really. i don't keep up with that sort of thing even for england."

"well, it stands for, Federal Bureau of Investigation."

"Odd."

"Yeah. Anyway, the muggles have this theory, and from this theory, this program was born. Based on large what-ifs about it. You'll like it. Its got wacky things. You won't believe how many of the stories from it were actually real things that were magical cover-ups. No-wonder the yanks' dont have an office dealing with what to use as the cover-up."

"Intriguing."

"Yeah. I like it. The lead 'investigator' is a guy called Moulder - with a u. and I thought... Voldemort... drop the mort. Vold. mold. Molder."

"Interesting."

"I thought so. cruciatus worthy i think." Harry joked.

"And you want me to cast that on you?"

"Not really, but you were thinking it before i said it."

"True."

they stared at each other, before Harry shot up and blindly cast a spell at the wall behind him, scoring a direct hit on a disillusioned death eater. Molder had moved at the same time, although he had gone to cast at Harry.

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Harry fled, clutching his left arm tightly to stop the blood flow, and carefully glanced at his watch. 19 minutes, new record. he thought. He turned down into a back alley that was mostly filled with rubbish, and picked up a broom hidden by disillusionment charm without looking down for the ripple. His eyesight wasn't good enough to make out the ripple - and since it was hidden between other objects, you wouldnt know it was there unless you either knew to look for it or accidentally stumbled on it. Within a second, he had mounted and kicked off, and the charm extended itself over him, so no one would see a curiously posed flying boy.

He circled the area, hoping to get a look at who had been there with 'Molder', but it was no joy - within a second of being visible to him, they had apparated away.

Except for Voldemort. He just looked at him, and cast a spell. Since it was neither green nor red, nor any other spell he recognised, Harry was caught by his curiousity just a second too long, and the spell hit his broom.

it was enough.

Unknown date: Bridge, Starship Enterprise - Unknown Location
He woke up in a round room, surrounded by men (and one black woman) wearing plain shirts with just a stylised arrow over their left breast, all staring at him.

The one in the middle, some 30-year old guy with gold on his shirt, stood to attention.

The blue-shirted man who had stood just behind his left shoulder, exclaimed, "My god Jim, He's alive!"

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