Chapter Two
There was not much for Harry to want for. He was trained by the best of the best. Be it technology, medical, or magical. Harry was released from his 'contract' with the United States Military. For all intents and purposes, Harry did not re-enlist. His food and meals were supplied. Sure some were out of a brown rubber like plactic bag also known as (M)eals (R)eady to (E)at. Sure he had a comfortable place to live. Okay, it was the barracks. Sometimes, the hard packed ground.
But now...Now the real life set in. What was he to do? Where was he to go? Harry did miss his friends, not that he included Hermione, Albus Dumbledore or the Minister Fuc...um, Fudge or Ron in this group.
Harry effortlessly hefted his duffel bag out the barracks and down to the ground floor. At the present moment he was lost in thought. He looked down the road that led from J-Quad and went to the peak of the Wahiawa Mountains. Kole Kole Pass. The sun was just dropping below the peaks, giving it a lush purplish hue to the dense foliage. Harry made up his mind.
Harry walked in to the on post bank and prepared to close his account. The bank, Bank of America, was good but nothing compared to Gringott's. He walked up to the teller and informed her that he wanted to close his account.
Debbie (as that was her name) looked up and asked if Harry was unhappy with the bank or if he was ETS'ing (leaving) the Army. Harry replied that he was going into the civilian sector to work and was wished the best of luck by the cute girl.
Accessing his accounts, Debbie prepared to close them out as requested. Just as she finished preparing the cash withdrawal, and divide it up into cash and Checks, her computer 'beeped'. "Mr. Lanfreddi, it seems as though there is a message waiting for you in our internal-messaging system.It has come from one of our partner branches in Great Britain. Would you like me to read it to you? Or would you rather read it yourself?
Alarms, Bells, Whistles, shucks even the old ACME safe dropped on his head as a warning.
"Apparently," she continued, "this message has been here for the last two years in the system. It...It makes no sense. None at all. It reads "Call a bird to bring you messages, flaming fast. Call our name, gone in a flash. Redheads and Old codgers and oh Fudge are stealing your cash. Now is time to kick their ass!"
Harry knew that the Goblins were trying to get in touch with him. He, Ron and the rest of his year mates were set to be graduating this May. What did they want? What did they mean...stealing money?
"Excuse me sir?"
Mr. Harry Lanfreddi looked up at the teller, "Do you think that you can send them a message back for me?"
"Sure, cutie. What is the message?"
Could you enter it just as I word it? She nodded her head. "Call upon me, for I am free. This is where I will be...Holiday ends at the Inn, this is not crock, meet me near Plymouth Rock. but not past seven o'clock." After the message was sent on it's way, Harry gathered his money, cashier checks, and got onto his motorcycle and headed towards Base HQ. It was time to get on with his life.
Harry walked into a room that was situated towards the right of the Arms Room. It had a big "S-4" painted on the door. He opened it, eased his motorcycle into the room and closed the door behind him.
Inside the room, there was a small package that was sealed with his own magic, therefore, he knew no one had touched it or damaged it in the least. Harry shrunk the package down even further and placed it into a saddle bag on his bike. Just as he was about to leave the 25th ID for good, his (ex-)commander and platoon Sgt. were headed towards him.
"Lt. Lanfreddi, it is my pleasure to see how well you grew into the man that you have become. It is NOT a pleasure to be loosing someone that I have come to care about, as a soldier, young man, almost a son. Me and the members of the Company have decided to give you this..."
He handed to Harry a box that was made of metal and locked. It is tuned into your magical signature. Inside you will find some of the military weapons that you successfully used on your missions not to mention something from all 6 members of your section. All of your direct line officers added in something extra. Inside you will find one or two magical items from each of us, that are either rare or hard to find. Some can be used in potions, others in making the Focus that you have yet to finish and then, from my family to yours, II have the Technical and Schematics for that Racing broom build. My brother took the liberty of applying for (and receiving) a patent for the broom you have designed. Neither the shape, technology or abilities may be used 'legally' in another broom. ANYWHERE! Enjoy and thanks!"
"attachment, ATTEN-TION!, PRE-SENT – ARMS!" Harry returned the pro-offered salute and sign of rank and respet with honor. He hoisted everything into the saddle bags sat on his motorcycle and was ringed by his friends and 'family'.
General Washington looked at Harry with pride. Pride and fear. Pride for what he stood for and fear for what he could do. He handed Harry a letter from the President Of The United States, smiled at the young man and sent him on his way.
There was a flash of light and the feeling of wind through the hair. Harry opened his eyes to see that he was in the same exact room that he was in just moments ago. Just much farther away.
"Mr. Lanfreddi, H., welcome to Fort Deven's, Massachusetts. Will you be leaving this installation or need some accommodation's?" asked a young Specialist.
Harry stated that he was passing through on his way home to Providence, and that he would ride directly to the gate and off post. The young man was listed as having the job code W88M. W stood for Wizarding and the 88M stood for Transportation Specialist. The young man opened up the door and allowed Harry onward with his trip.
Harry looked at his 'watch'. It looked like a mundane watch, except it acted as GPS, Personal Radar, held a military issued defense shield. the time was shown as 0830 HRS EST – Boston. He had just at ten hours to kill. Total Est. Time: 1 hour, 38 minutes
Total Est. Distance: 88.41 miles. He headed toward US 495 and RT 44. On the way Harry thought long and hard about who and what someone from Gringott's wanted to meet about. He got to the Rock as it was known locally and found a nice little by the seaside type of restaurant. Fish and Chips here were the same as back in shitty England, the only exception was that it was better, fresher and tastier.
Once Harry was done getting his grub on, he noticed that it was not much past 1000HRS. What to do. He needed a home base. A place to work out of. Harry walked into the local real-estate office to see what they had for short term rentals.
A few short hours later, Harry was the proud tenant of a house on the beach. Sure there was not much that he could do until he found out why the Goblins were looking for him, and until he knew that he was not going to start putting any roots down.
Harry was just waking up from his nap. That afternoon he lounged on the beach soaking up the sun's rays and looking at the early summer female sun bathers. Harry was 16 and was appreciating the looks all the training and exercise had warranted for him. Sure under normal circumstances, Harry was too young to be in the Military, but was accepted because the American Government knew that Voldermort was a threat and had heard rumors that Harry was the only one to beat him...EVER! so they trained him. Magic did have it's perks. He slowly got showered and dressed then made his way towards the Holiday Inn of Plymouth Rock.
Harry did not seem to notice (but he did) as a man of indeterminable age approached him. "Ah, Mr. Lanfreddi, is it? So nice to meet you. My name is..."
Flashbacks – there will be several
It was as normal a day as of late around Gringott's. The Ministry of Magic had just sent it's newly appointed Ministry Representative to the Goblins. The fool of a child was not only unaware of Goblin Protocol or Rules and Regulations, but was ignorant of the politeness and necessity of good manners.
"Goblin, I demand that you take me to the President of Gringott's. Now. I am here on important business for the Minister and I will not be kept waiting by a disgusting creature as yourself. Be quick about it" The bank instantly quieted. Goblins and magical folk alike looked at this pompous idiot.
"I am sorry, do you have an appointment? Our leader is a busy Goblin." replied this crafty 3 foot high creature.
"I am here for the Minister, the MINISTER OF MAGIC, fool. It would be wise to do as I say or there will be a price to pay for your idiocy."
The Goblin sneered at this young man, who did he think he was? "And why do you need to see the Bank owner?"
"Not that it is any business of a lowly thing like you, but the Minister Of Magic, Cornelius Fudge and the Supreme Mugwump, Albus Dumbledore himself have passed laws that have not only decleared one Harry James Potter – persona non grata – but as a wanted 'CRIMINAL' and deemed that his vaults should be handed over as restitution. Furthermore, it declares that anyone attempting to help, associate with, hide, or assist Mr. Potter will be guilty of conspiracy, fraud, being Dark, and also attmepting to undermine the betterment of Wizards. If, and you will be, found guilty, you will serve a life term in Azkaban, and forfeit all monies, properties and valuables to 'them'. All family members and familiars will become property of said party. The last and final part of this decree is that all Death Eaters and people being suspected of being death eaters, will have their property confiscated and charged as mentioned above. Gringott's will pay the Wizarding Government 50 percent of it's annual profits.. This law is final and will be in place on July 1st. You have from now till then to comply. you have been served!!"
It was with these words that the wind bag lost it's fuel. The bank was almost silent. I say almost because you could hear the Goblins removing their weapons from where ever they stored them.
"Delores, let us be on our way, we have done our deed." With that the traitor, not only to his name, but blood and family turned to leave.
It was of no matter to this pompous, full of himself, idiot that he and his two idols basically condemned the U K's magical folks to homeless, property-less, knut-less (in more ways then one) to war with the holders of everything that everyone wanted to safe-keep. Hidden. Valuables, Gold, Precious Metals, Heirloom's. Out of those three people did not one realize that all the Goblins had to do was close their doors and declare war on them for violating many valid and still standing treaties?
ANOTHER FLASHBACK
Voldermort was back. Sure he did not advertise it, nor did the Ministry break out a ticker tape parade for him, but all the same he was back. Sure, it took longer then it should have, he didn't have Harry's blood. He had the 'Blood of a Black'. Sirius Black, the secret keeper for the Potter family, Traitor to the Wizarding world, was in fact none of those things. Sirius Black was the best friend of James Potter, God father to son Harry, defyer of Tom Riddle.
The inner circle was gathered. All present and accounted for.
"Serveus, has Dumbledore found that thrice damned child?" asked the head of the Death Eaters, Dark Lord of Evil-doers everywhere. Without even waiting for an answer Tommy squealed "CRUCIO!", the delight showing on his snake like face. It was at this moment that two men came scurrying in.
"MASTER " began the one who genuflected before his lord, kissing the hem of his robe. "Do you need some water and oils to clean my feet with? or hair which to dry them with?" interrupted the Dark Lord. "MASTER?" the early trick or treater asked, clearly not understanding the muggle implications of his PUREBLOOD Statement. "CRUCIO!! Never mind idiot, what is it that you are here for...?"
"WE, we, have uncovered Dumbledore's plan. We know where he is hiding the Ministry of Magic's cash at. As we were leaving TS Clothes in Gaylord Alley, one of his agents from Hooked on Phoenix droped his plans. Not only do we have a copy of these plans, but know where Harry Potter is living..."
The room was as quiet as a crypt. Nothing stired, not even a mou...I mean RAT. The death eaters could not believe their luck. Most were envious of these three men. These men we the men that stories were spun of. Fighters for a worthy cause. Men of MEN! TESTOSERONE models. Role Models. Poster children for the use of birth control. They were...FREAKING IDIOTS!
The second man smiled up at his lord, failed to give him VOLDERMORT, his just dues, and handed him a copy of the Daily Prophet. Of course these two geniuses thought they would be getting awarded MENSA donations and wanted to be sure their third wheel was there to get his reward. "Draco said that with information this good we should be lap dogs or better." Even Bella stepped away from what she knew was coming. "Extractus Tripiless Chiuawawa (spelling?) in heatus" Suddenly there were three annoying dogs running around the chamber. Two fat ones being chased by a extremely turned on pure white albino yapping pooch. Even though the two dogs being chased were male, the all white one could not fight the animal instincts.
A/N:
Sure, the chapters might be short with horrid spelling and grammer but hey, at least you have something to read. Thanks to the first and only reviews that I have had..
JlovesHP – Sure it is confusing, I never thought the best place to tell a story is from the beginning. Sorry. Most here start there or at the end and work there way out.
Tarnum – Thanks for the spelling hints. The program I am using changes words automatically while I type, and sometimes my fingers move a lot faster then my brain. First chance I get to edit the stories I will fix this. Once again thanks.
Omeganian – What details are you waiting for, maybe I can answer them privately for you. I was vauge for a reason.
Treck – Ron is pegged perfectly...a whining little shit. Anyone can get lucky in a game or two. If he is so good in chess why is he so selective with who he plays. If he was that good or at least that smart would he not habe known that chess players can make some good money. Or is it because he can not or does not think. Can't play chess if you are not conscious of thought, or wishing that you had a brain...
Honore – it is coming, what does he need money for he was paid for over five years of service to the U S without having to pay room or board plus free education. Hogwarts/Volde and more!
If you are gay, a cross-dresser, or trans-sexual do not be insulted by my statements. I ain't a hater...
Well that is all for now I will attempt to keep posting at least once a week until either I run out of ideas, thoughts, disclaimers, or unemployment checks.
AS ALWAYS PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!
Date uploaded:11-13-2007
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