Chapter 1
Kendricks Academy, a proud and majestic school for the recruits to the British Men of Letters. Harry had been there for the past five years of his life studying languages, lore, ritual magic, history, and hand to hand combat built for taking on both human and non-human opponents. Harry had quickly become one of the best recruits the school had ever had. He pushed himself mentally: delving into older and more archaic studies on culture and magic, a subject he had become obsessed with. Over the past year, Harry had grown incredibly close with one Mick Davies, the man responsible for recruiting him to the school. On his tenth birthday, Mick had requested to oversee the next phases of his training before he became a full Man of Letters.
"Harry, it's time to get up. You are supposed to be meeting Dr. Hess in 30 minutes." Mick called out as he shuffled through the small kitchen slipping into the grey blazer for his suit.
"All right... all right... I'm up... I'm up," replied Harry as he rolled out of bed. He paused and took a quick look in the mirror: the scar upon his brow still showed no signs of clearing up, and the wounds on his chest and back still held strong visibility. He hated the blasted marks... they were too strong a reminder of his former life. The starvation and beatings, the cigar burns and dog bites, it was all still too fresh in his mind... Shaking himself out of his reverie he pulled on a black t-shirt and the rest of his uniform suit: which consisted of a straight black button up with a red tie, followed by a black blazer edged in red with the Kendricks Academy logo, and finally black slacks and shoes. His hair had never been able to stay calm, so eventually, the teachers had just stopped trying to get it tame; the wild black locks were thick, shiny and fell like a lion's main down to his shoulders. After relieving himself in the bathroom, Harry quickly departed from his Mentors apartment on the upper floor of the school and made his way down to Dr. Hess's office on the first floor.
Knocking softly upon the thick oak door Harry awaits Dr. Hess's call to enter; bouncing on his toes in anticipation for the meeting. This was the year he was supposed to start doing field work under Mick's guidance. He had endured through every trial and test to prove he was ready. "Come in Mr. Potter," came Dr. Hess's muffled voice through the door. With shaking hands and a bright smile on his face, Harry opened the door and stepped into the softly lit office furnished with a mahogany desk and chair along with shelves of books containing vast amounts of occult knowledge and lore. "I hope you have enjoyed your time under Mick's guidance this year; however, that is not the reason I called for this meeting. It has come to my attention that there may, in fact, be some clues as to who your real parents are, and I wanted to bring this to your attention as it will be your first field op with Mr. Davies."
"My Parents..." Harry looked directly into Dr. Hess's eyes. "I'm sorry for my tears Madam. I am happy to do this mission with Mick." Harry wiped his eyes and smiled brightly, "May I ask how you got this information?"
"Of course, Mr. Potter I bizarrely received a letter this morning. I know that you are aware of the old messenger pigeon system and it was very reminiscent of that type of mail delivery. It was owls Mr. Potter there was one tapping on my office window. It had a very peculiar delivery which I will now give to you." After handing the heavy parchment to Harry, Dr. Hess waved him off in dismissal and returned to her work.
Harry seeing his dismissal turned to leave with the letter in his hand. Just as he got to the door, Dr. Hess called out "By the way, Happy Birthday Harry."
Harry smiled brightly "Thank you, Dr. Hess." With that, he left the office and began the ascent to his study in Mick's apartment. Excited from the news this morning he quickly opened the heavy parchment envelope, tearing through the strange wax seal, and removed the letter inside.
"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress"
"Well then..." flourishing his favorite pen Harry begins to write a response.
"Dear Madam McGonagall,
I am pleased to announce that I will be attending Hogwarts come September first. As this is my very first encounter with the school I was perhaps wondering if you could send someone to help me gather my supplies for school.
Best wishes,
Harry Potter"
After folding up his response and tucking it into an envelope, a soft tapping sound emerged from the window, "What the bloody ghost is an owl doing here?" Harry squeaked.
"You know Harry you wouldn't get scared as easily if you paid more attention," Mick spoke up from the doorway to Harry's office, a simple and cozy space with a single wooden desk and chair, two bookshelves and a soft lamp all situated in front of the window.
"Yeah... yeah... laugh it up, Mick. I didn't hear you come in, how long have you been there?" Harry asked, his nerves finally calming down a little.
"Long enough to see you jump like a kid on a trampoline," Mick replied calmly; the barest hint of a smile on his face. "I believe that owl is supposed to return the letter to McGonagall, Harry.
"Oh, I guess that makes sense..." Harry smiled softly as he turned to the owl and opened the window before giving the letter to it and watching it fly off.
"Now then Harry we need to get you ready because while you are at this school, you will be reporting to me. This is your first assignment in espionage and combat as a field op, so listen close we have a lot of ground to cover before September first." Mick quickly exited the office with Harry in tow. Master and apprentice both made their way quickly to the interrogation rooms where Harry would be forced to hold a piece of information despite pain or mental manipulation.
A few hours later Harry and Mick are sitting at a small bar in their shared apartment. A bright green box sat in front of Harry, "I know it's not much, but I wanted to get you something for your birthday and as a small celebration gift." Mick smiled as Harry began to peel at the bright green wrapping paper. Once the wrapping was removed Harry opened the simple wooden box: revealing, two beautifully crafted knives. Black as midnight the polished steel would shine only if the moon caught it at the right angle in each handle two soft green emeralds were beset just under the blade.
"Thank you, Mick, this means the world to me; I've finally got my own knives" Harry smiled his green eyes sparkling with emotion as he gave Mick the smallest of bear hugs.
"Happy Birthday Harry." Mick smiled as he returned the hug, a small part of his mind whispering, 'no attachment to the assignment.'
AN: Hey guys so this is the first chapter; Harry is beginning his adventure and his mission. I hope you guys enjoyed it and here are the options for his future relationship. Hermione, Luna, Cho, or Daphne.
