The second chapter of the "Bureau agent Potter" is here! Enjoy!

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karthik9, edboy4926, Gracealma, Ranmaleopard, MMC, lordamnesia, thunder18, thank you for your reviews, folks!
ultima-owner, while I will not even try denying that this Logia was heavily inspired by the Jewel Seeds, it's not one of them. It's a bit different from them too, though more about it will surface during the later chapters. It wasn't trying to protect Harry from anything - it is not that intelligent - but it still did just that regardless.
serialkeller, he just might indeed keep the parseltongue, though so far I can't see it having any real impact on the plot. After all, there aren't any evil snake-people running around the administered worlds, are there? Though... following the certain trend... when Harry grows up a little, the ability might get an alternative use. You know what I'm talking about. ;) Anyhow, though, at this point, whether he keeps parseltongue or not, it would not change anything in the short run.

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Special thanks to Lupine Horror for his help in polishing the idea and the chapters.

Bureau Agent Potter
chapter II: The end of the old life

As it turned out, the already-infamous escaped convict Sirius Black was actually a wizard. Even worse, he actually used to be the right hand man and one of the most dangerous lieutenants of the Dark Lord Voldemort. And, it was quite likely that the young Potter was at the top of the man's to-kill list, thanks to what had happened on Halloween night a little less than eleven years ago.

Of course, the Minister for Magic claimed that the aurors were doing their best to recapture Black and will succeed at any moment now. But he was saying that so unsurely that Harry had troubles believing that Fudge was actually telling the truth and not just trying to prevent the unrest among his electorate. Anyhow, the green-eyed teen-wizard was too tired at the moment – no thanks to the very eventful day he had lived through today – to really care about mass murders on the loose. All he wanted right now was a soft bed. And Tom the bartender could provide that for him.

Even come next morning, the dark-haired wizard found more pressing issues to worry about. Namely, his magical wand. Now that he wasn't running just on adrenaline anymore, it finally caught up with him that yesterday his wand felt entirely different from what he was used to. Hell, he could swear that he was holding an ordinary piece of wood and not a wand! But since the minors were forbidden from practicing magic while not at Hogwarts, Harry couldn't really cast any spells to try and figure out what was going on that way.

There were other ways, though. And since the first clue that something had happened was his wand, the young Potter decided that he should pay a visit to the old wand-maker Ollivander. To do that, though, he needed to actually enter the Diagon Alley first. Thankfully, it looked like he still could open the passage into the alley even if something really was wrong with him.

The alley was as busy and crowded as Harry remembered it to be on his visits there in the previous years. And Ollivander's wand shop too haven't changed even one bit: it was still the very same narrow and shabby building with peeling gold letters over the door and a solitary wand lying on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

Feeling a little bit apprehensive about what might happen inside, the dark-haired youth paused just in front of the shop's door. Hopefully, the old wand-maker won't be too angry with him... Shaking his head, Harry took a deep breath and stepped into the shop. Not really surprisingly, there was no one inside, even Mr. Ollivander himself was nowhere no be seen. Though, the green-eyed teen was sure that he would reveal himself before long, just like it had happened two years ago when he went there on his first shopping in the magical world... Still not seeing the shop's owner anywhere even after maybe half a minute, Harry walked up to the counter and rang the bell.

"Sorry, sorry... I'm coming." He then heard from the depths of the shop, and a few moments later Mr. Ollivander appeared from behind the shelves full of wands. "Oh, Mr. Harry Potter, eleven inches, holly and a phoenix feather. Your wand is in a good order, I hope?" Swallowing nervously, the green-eyed teen replied:

"I'm not sure. When I drew it yesterday to summon the Knight Bus, it felt quite unlike it did in the past... Like it wasn't really a wand anymore... And it feels just like that today too." He tried to explain the situation. The old wand-maker furrowed his brows.

"Can I have a look at it?" Nodding, Harry drew his wand from his pocket and handed it over to its creator. Mr. Ollivander eyed his creation for a few long moments; then he ran his long bony fingers along the wood, looking for any imperfections. "Your wand appears to be in good, working condition, Mr. Potter." He said finally. And as if to prove that, he pointed the wand towards the ceiling. "Avis!" With a sound not unlike a gunshot, a small flock of canaries appeared. With another wave of the wand, the shop's master dispelled the conjured birds. Then he handed the wand back to Harry. "Are you sure you still feel no proper connection with your wand, Mr. Potter?" He asked then.

"No, not really." The dark-haired youth replied – even after Mr. Ollivander had proved that his wand was fine, it still felt like an ordinary piece of wood to him.

"Hm..." The old wand-maker breathed out. "Can you, maybe, try casting some spell, Mr. Potter? It might help me understand what is wrong."

"Won't I get into a trouble with the Ministry?" Harry asked back, remembering that if he was caught casting magic outside of Hogwarts, he might end up getting expelled... Mr. Ollivander shook his head.

"No, the Ministry's detectors don't work inside my shop. But, of course, I myself am allowing this only if it helps my business... Now then, if you will." Nodding, the young Potter pointed his wand towards the ceiling and paused, trying to think of the best spell to use. In the end, since he still couldn't connect to his wand, he decided that something simple, like wand-lighting charm, would be his best choice.

"Lumos!" Unfortunately, nothing happened. "Lumos!" Harry tried again, this time trying to push as much of his magic into the spell as he could. This time, it worked. Almost. A flickering ball of light had indeed appeared at the end of his wand, but it was so small and weak that even a muggle candle would give much more light... And, while he was pushing his magic into the spell, he could also feel the newest addition to his body – the gem stuck in his chest – start warming up a bit.

"That is... very interesting, Mr. Potter. I've never seen anything like that in my life, and, believe me, I've seen a lot of strange things." The old wand-maker said, snapping the green-eyed teen out of his thoughts about the gem.

"What are you talking about?" The dark-haired teen-wizard asked then on an automate.

"Look at your feet, Mr. Potter." Raising his eyebrow at a strange suggestion, Harry still did exactly what Mr. Ollivander had said. On the floor, right under his feet, there now was a faintly-glowing magical circle that lazily rotated counter-clockwise completely on its own... Well, calling that a circle would be rather incorrect, as it actually was an eight-pointed star, created by two overlapping squares. What was even more interesting, the lines that formed this 'star' were made from runic characters – which Harry couldn't even begin to understand.

"What's that?" The green-eyed teen asked. Unfortunately for him, the shop's master had no answer.

"As I've said, Mr. Potter, I've never encountered anything like that before. I'm sorry, but I don't think I will be able to help you with this one... Though..." Here he made a small pause, before asking: "Had anything strange happened to you around the time your wand stopped responding to you?" Harry was silent for a few seconds, before he finally decided that Mr. Ollivander was trustworthy enough.

"Yeah, something did." He said finally, before pulling the collar of his T-shirt down, revealing the gem he now had on his chest.

"That's some interesting thing you have here, Mr. Potter." The wand-maker said as he drew his own wand – which, quite surprisingly for Harry, appeared to be nothing special – and started casting some spells that the green-eyed teen had never heard of...

"Well?.." The dark-haired youth asked when maybe fifteen minutes later Mr. Ollivander was finally done inspecting the gem in his chest.

"This is most definitely the reason for your problems with your wand, Mr. Potter." The old wand-makers said. "I'm not sure what exactly this crystal is, but it has changed your magical core... I'm sorry to say it, but it looks like none of the wands I have in this shop right will work properly for you." Harry couldn't help but be down in the dump upon hearing that. And that didn't go unnoticed by the shop's master. "I'll contact Albus, I'm sure he can think of something that can help you."

"T-Thank you." Harry replied.

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"Captain!" Warrant officer Aoba reported. "We've detected the Lost Logia again. I'm still unable to provide its exact location as it appears to be behind some sort of a disruption field, but this still allows us to significantly reduce the search area." Indeed, the monitors now showed the area where the Lost Logia could be as something barely larger than that 'London' megalopolis, whereas previous it was pretty much entire Southern part of the island.

"Thank you. And please forward this data to privates Makoto and Keigo." The captain of the investigative spaceship "Leto" replied. "Also, anything you can say about this disruption field?" Aoba shook his head.

"Unfortunately, no. This is the first time I've seen anything like that – instead of weakening the signal, like normal AMF would, it instead makes impossible to tell where it originates from." He said. "And to make things even more confusing, it doesn't look like any technology originating from this planet is capable of producing anything even close to it."

"I see..." The captain replied. "Then also tell our privates to be especially careful from now on. We have no idea who is in possession of the Lost Logia and what kind of force they will use to protect it." The warrant officer nodded: he would have done that anyway.

"Yes, sir." He replied, before opening a communication window to relay the captain's new orders to the troops that were currently looking for the Lost Logia on the surface of the non-administered world 138.

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However he had done this, Mr. Ollivander had relayed the news of Harry's condition to Dumbledore really fast. It was still just an early afternoon, when the Hogwarts headmaster arrived to the 'Leaky Cauldron' via the floo with madam Pomfrey in tow. After exchanging the greetings, the three of them headed to the room the green-eyed teen was renting. Once there, Albus proceeded to set up some powerful wards to prevent anyone from overhearing was they were going to discuss.

"So... What kind of a problem have you gotten yourself in this time, Mr. Potter?" The Hogwarts matron asked with a deep sigh almost as soon as the additional wards were up.

"Well..." Harry replied, before removing his shirt, giving the two adults in the room a clear view of the newest addition to his body. Madam Pomfrey furrowed her brows, before drawing her wand and proceeding to cast a battery of diagnostic spells... Since she much better at those than Mr. Ollivander, she also finished quite a bit faster.

"What can I say..." She began her report. "Your body, despite this thing that shouldn't be there, is in a good condition. I honestly expected to find you in a worse state, given your usual adventures and their results." Harry couldn't help but snort. "But, unfortunately, I can't say the same about your magic, Mr. Potter. This gem in your chest is definitely affecting your core, which, just like Mr. Ollivander had said, causes you the problems with your wand..."

"Then let me try running a few tests of my own?" Dumbledore said after he finished listening to madam Pomfrey's report. Upon Harry's nod, the Hogwarts headmaster began casting his spells. And, judging by the way his facial expression changed, the results he kept getting couldn't exactly be called good... Finally returning his wand into its holster, the aged warlock spoke.

"First of all, I will once again confirm the findings of my colleagues: this gem has indeed changed your magical core into something probably never seen before. And this change isn't exactly conductive to your use of magic, Harry." Even though the young Potter already knew this, hearing it again still hurt. "The only positive side effect of this merger is the darkness from your cursed scar being purged." Here he made a pause. "Anyway, I managed to find a few things about this gems you've found yourself stuck with. First of all, it contains ridiculous amounts of magical energy within itself, and it also seems to be able to generate more, through means I cannot comprehend. And despite being a magical crystal, it appears to be capable of fusing with human flesh pretty well, which raised a few questions about its origins: even the Philosopher's stone of Flamels wasn't capable of doing something like that."

"I see..." The green-eyed teen breathed out. "But what does this all mean for me? Can I go back to Hogwarts the way I am now?" He asked. Dumbledore shook his head.

"I'm afraid, Harry, that it might not be possible. After all, if I am to believe what Garrick – I mean, Mr. Ollivander – you are having troubles casting spells even as simple as lighting charm. The magic you would have learned this year is more advanced and noticeably more demanding in magical power. Something you seem to be having troubles with."

"But I still can!" Harry almost cried out. There was no way he was not returning to Hogwarts!

"Then, prove that you are still capable of keeping up with your peers." Dumbledore said gravely. The young Potter immediately accepted the challenge and drew his wand.

"Lumos!" Remembering how it was back in Mr. Ollivander's shop he immediately began pushing as much power into the spell as he could produce. The results, though, weren't any better than the ones he had the previous time: the ball of light at the tip of his want was still really really weak. That, and the magic 'circle' under his feet once again made its appearance.

"Ah, yes,.." The Hogwarts headmaster commented. "Garrick did mention that whenever you try drawing out impressive amounts of magical power, a glowing runic arrays appear." Here, he made a pause. "But, anyway... I'm sorry, Harry, but even though you are still capable of casting the most basic spells, the amounts of power you need to achieve that would make anything beyond the first year an impossible task for you..." Another small pause. "Just to give you a perspective on how badly you have been affected by your incident. Right now, to create a barely-visible at all light with lighting charm, you are using enough magic to create a fully-corporeal Patronus. And that is a spell that maybe only ten percents of the most powerful wizards and witches can do."

As that revelation finally finished sinking into the dark-haired youth's head, he suddenly lost all of his will to keep fighting. So much so that he simply collapsed on the floor right where he was standing.

"I'm truly sorry, Harry." Dumbledore continued. "But given that the change in your magical core is most definitely a permanent one, I'm not sure I will be able to find a way to help you quickly enough. It might take even whole years before a proper cure for your condition is ready... I'm really really sorry that this had happened to you, my boy..." Alas, Harry didn't seem to be even hearing him...

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"Captain!" Warrant officer Aoba called. "The Lost Logia has been detected again." He reported "It is still behind that strange disruption field, but it had changed its position somewhat, so I might be able to further reduce the search area. Please give me a few minutes to work on it."

"Thank you." The captain replied. "And please do so." Acknowledging his superior's order, Aoba began working on this task. Multiple images, maps and charts flickered across his monitors, eventually setting into a detailed map of this 'London' city with only the central districts being marked as the potential locations of the Lost Logia they had been trying to find for the last few days.

"Here you go, Captain." He said as the sent the updated map to the main screen of the "Leto"'s bridge. "Should I send the data to privates too?" The commander of the spaceship shook his head.

"No need, I will be recalling them inboard now – it's almost lunch the end of the shift anyway. You can give them the briefing when they arrive." Warrant officer Aoba nodded.

"Understood." He replied, before returning his attention to his workstation. While he wasn't sure it will really work, it was possible that the search area could still be reduced a little bit more with the data he had. He just needed to run a few tests on it...

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By the time Harry had eventually overcome the shock from learning that he now was essentially a squib and would not be going to Hogwarts come September the first, it was already an early evening and both Dumbledore and madam Pomfrey – both of whom had thing more important than baby-sitting him to do – had already left the 'Leaky Cauldron' long time ago.

The young Potter lifelessly went downstairs to have some early dinner. His low spirits didn't go unnoticed by Tom the bartender, but the green-eyed teen refused to tell the man what his problem was. He wasn't ready to tell this even to his closest friends, Hermione and Ron. And thinking about how they will react when he won't show up for the Hogwarts express or the Start-of-the-year feast seemed to only send him deeper into the depression.

To make things even worse for the dark-haired youth, no longer being able to keep up with the magical due to being a squib now, he would have to return to the muggle side. And, honestly, he could readily imagine how difficult it would be to catch up with his peers there. Not to mention, he needed to find himself a more permanent place to stay: he couldn't possibly be renting a room at the 'Leaky Cauldron' forever, now could he?

Completely losing his appetite, the young Potter left his still semi-filled plate on the table and headed out of the pub and into the busy streets of the muggle London. He needed a long walk to calm down and clear his head... And trying to do that in the Diagon Alley wouldn't work at all. After all, seeing all those magical things everywhere, whether he really wanted to or not, was bound to make him even more unhappy that he already was...

Being in the state he was, the green-eyed teen allowed his feet to carry him wherever they wanted to. And he had been walking aimlessly like that for hours – at least the now-completely-dark sky above his head told him so. Looking around, the young Potter found that his wandering through the streets of London had brought him to the Burgess park. Oh well, Harry thought... This was a nice place and, truth to be said, he was kind of tired from all of the walking he had done today.

Deciding that he should relax for a little bit before heading back to the 'Leaky Cauldron', the dark-haired not-anymore-wizard sat down on a bench... To bad, the Fate decided that it was not the time for him to rest: just a few minutes later, he notices a glowing ball of greenish light floating among the trees, as if it was looking for something. Then it noticed him...

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