Beta: Julie. fjad
Call Me James
Chapter Two
"Albus, what do you mean, you cannot find him?" A tall man with black hair that hung like a curtain—from a cheap motel, all dirty and dizzy—almost screamed at the senile old fool who had just informed him that all traces of Harry Potter and the Dursleys were gone from Privet Drive Number Four, and simply disappeared.
It wasn't even a little funny.
Albus Dumbledore finally opened his eyes and with a sad sigh, he straightened in his Headmaster's chair, his one hand running through his white beard, indicating that he was still deep in thoughts.
"I did not place any tracking charms on the Dursleys, and the one coming from Harry is blocked by the boy's own magic," Albus said slowly, as if reliving his own mistake, not looking him in the eye. "He doesn't want to be found, Severus."
The sneer on the younger man's face was half-desperate, half-enraged. The only person that he had promised to do everything for, was gone to Merlin knows where and they had no information on the wards, as Albus had set them around the house, and not the family.
Saying he was frustrated didn't do his feelings any justice.
"Alright. And now what?" Severus asked in a tone that would have made an adult cry for mom, but had very little effect on the old man who remained sitting in his chair, stroking his beard.
Blue eyes looked sad, but hopeful.
"His wish will be respected. Until it is time for Harry to come to Hogwarts, he shall not be disturbed by us."
Just like Severus had said, senile.
"We can find him through the Muggle Government, Albus. He is a child, he cannot know how to block magical trace, but even if Potter did somehow manage to do the impossible once again, then he is still a Muggle boy for now, with records of where he lives and what notes he gets in the first grade." Severus Snape crossed his arms as the Headmaster shook his head.
"We would be invading his privacy. I res—"
Severus slammed his palms onto the desk as he rose to his full height.
"You plan to train the boy to be a soldier, having chosen the path for him, instead of offering him a choice, and you preach about privacy?!"
He had almost added "what is wrong with you?",but it was enough. If Albus was once again in the mood to remain blind, then there was no need to argue.
You don't argue with a wall, do you? You sidestep it, and continue to your destination.
If Albus didn't see it fit to make sure the boy—Potter—was well, then Severus would do it himself.
For Lily.
How hard would it be to find a seven year old if you're a Master Legilimens and you know how the Muggle world works?
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"That's it. Slowly. In and out. In and out." The man in a brown leather jacket and gloves was talking quietly, crouching, trying not to disturb the concentration of the boy, who was lying on his stomach near the man's brown, leather shoes. In one gloved hand the man held an optical pair of binoculars.
"Hold it in and—"
"MISTER MORIARTY, PLEASE, SIR, I CANNOT DO IT!" The scream tore through the silence and the boy on the ground growled, looking up at the man. Harry knew James would flip out now.
James Moriarty jumped up from his squatting position and with a feral snarl, he took out his own gun before aiming quickly and pulling the trigger without a hint of hesitation, shooting the person next to the screamer.
Harry looked through the scope of his sniper rifle, and balancing the grip, he focused on the poles ahead.
The guy who had screamed was now standing with his eyes closed, face white, trying not to breathe, so that he wouldn't get a headshot instead of the target that was balanced on his head.
The red apple.
Smirking, Harry breathed in slowly and focused.
He wasn't in a hurry.
Who knew security could be so easily scared?
Well, he knew.
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"May I ask, Severus, what brings you to such a political establishment as this one when you don't even vote?" The man with long, blond hair was holding a cane with a snake head, while smiling through squinted eyes at the slightly sneering black-haired man.
Lucius Malfoy tilted his head to the side while contemplating Severus' next move. He could tell the truth, or slither away.
"I could ask the same, Lucius. Muggles?"
The blond waved his hand in a casual manner. "Business."
Severus needed something very important if he was in the Ministry of International Relations that dealt with everything muggle related. Not even muggleborn. Muggle. Severus probably didn't even know that Lucius visited the Muggle consul with twelve selected members each week, making multi-billion companies run with more investments.
It wasn't allowed to show off your magic, but if no one would tell…
It would seem hypocritical, but Malfoys had been the sponsors of many multi-billion corporations in the muggle world, and converting the profit, they got more and more galleons in their endless Gringotts vaults.
Lucius did not officiate it, but he knew a lot of important Muggles.
Severus Snape had been silent for a second before smirking and shaking his head. "It's muggle related, Lucius. You would be the last person to know anything about what I need."
Lucius' grey eyes seemed to sparkle with hidden laughter, and Severus once again thought about his decision not to share with Malfoy. Lucius could be manipulated, and the outcome could be great, but Severus was still unwilling to share that the boy-who-lived had disappeared.
"Well, then I wish you a great day, my friend." Lucius nodded in farewell, and Severus breathed in.
Lucius was a major risk that he wasn't willing to take yet. Severus would try to find Harry Potter on his own, and if he failed, only then he'd turn to Lucius Malfoy.
If at all.
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"As long as you separate people into nations, you're not a terrorist, you're a part of the system. A terrorist is when you work internationally, without any preferences. If you have preferences, you are a fanatic. You have to let it go completely." The man with sunglasses was sitting opposite of him, looking at Harry through coloured lenses. "And you are someone like me when you work internationally world-wide, not thinking about race or nation. Everyone is the same, Harry, no exceptions. Yourself included."
"Very democratic approach, by the way. Treat all equally," Harry noted with a huff, looking out of the bullet-proof windows of their jeep.
"Exactly. I like how sharp you are, Harry. I truly dislike idiots," James Moriarty explained with a shrug, and Harry really believed him.
James was so smart that Harry often felt like an idiot himself. He was glad James approved. It didn't matter in the larger picture, but it was nice, so Harry leaned back in the leather seat, relaxing. He smiled at James and gestured outside.
"And that is why we are in Pakistan."
James Moriarty nodded while typing something quickly on his smartphone.
They never worked with Harry.
Five hundred IPhones, Blackberries and Samsung's later, it was a fact.
Smartphones and computers stopped working when Harry dealt with them. James thought it could be the magnetic field around Harry, or something similarly difficult, and since none knew what it was that actually blocked the technology, they couldn't do anything about it. A year with James taught Harry a lot.
It sucked, having to buy new books and newspapers, and wait for news.
"The Russians don't sell anymore, and I really want that article." James answered, finally putting the phone away, and smiling at Harry.
"And where are you going to bring it to?"
"Home." James smiled a smile that reminded Harry of Joker.
"You have preferences."
"I never said I am a terrorist, Harry, you better listen more carefully. I said someone like me. I am Criminal Consulting. I do everything because I am a fanatic, and my new obsession is in London. I want to greet him from the shore." James could go from eerily calm to full berserk in less than a second, and it was hard to read his thoughts because of the complexity. And Japanese.
If you don't understand what the person thinks…It sucked.
"You want to detonate the bomb in Cardiff?" Harry was now sitting straight, looking at James with wide eyes.
"Why, of course! Why?" James was now all serious again, and Harry shifted in his seat.
"Don't get me wrong, James, you're even better than awesome."
"But…"
"But it's just a bit too much, you know. I am totally fine with killing my aunt and the whales, and I still don't understand why you keep them alive and relatively free by the way, but detonating a nuclear bomb in Cardiff? I think it's a bit overwhelming for a beginner." Harry didn't really have a problem with killing, it was the idea to kill so many in a second and then make the whole area unlivable for a long period of time that bothered him. A bit.
"What scares you, Harry?" Moriarty asked, staring like a snake at Harry.
The boy paused for a minute before explaining.
"The area would be contaminated for centuries."
"I am an artist and the world is my canvas. Why not leave a hole in it?" James Moriarty answered truthfully and took a sip of cold Fanta, enjoying its bubbles.
"And so many people would die." Harry shook his head as he heard James' answer.
"That's what people do, Harry."
What can you say to that?
James kept silent, looking out of the window, and then looked back at the boy.
"We'll get the bomb and I detonate it later when you're fine with it. Better?"
Harry looked into James' eyes to read that he wasn't lying. That was very nice to know that someone like Mr. Moriarty would amend his plans for you. Harry wasn't really complaining.
It was much better than with the Dursleys.
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Another glass exploded as a man with black hair and a crooked nose threw it against the wall.
"Severus Snape! What do you think you're doing, young man?" Minerva McGonagall stood in the doorway, with her hands on her hips, glaring at her younger colleague.
With a grunt, Severus dropped into his armchair and offered Minerva a seat opposite of him.
"Please sit down, Minerva. I have a lot to tell you."
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The sorting hat would have closed its ears if it could, or disappear, just like the portraits in the Headmaster's Tower.
"And don't get me started that Severus could not detect any trace of Harry in his one year search. What have you done, Albus?!"
The old Headmaster was petting Fawkes, trying not to go deaf from all the screaming. Severus was standing in the corner, hands crossed on his chest, and smirking, while listening to the tongue lashing Albus had been receiving from Minerva for the last half an hour.
One year he had been trying to respect the boy's wishes, but Severus' inability to find anything really worried Albus.
Where were the Dursleys?
Where was Harry?
He needed to contact Cornelius Fudge.
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'F,T, Pak' He read the small paper and put it down on his large desk, slowly, while already thinking of a million things.
"Sir, I am afraid we have lost all traces of Moriarty in India. All our men are down and only this message was delivered before the connection went dead."
Mycroft Holmes closed his eyes for a second before looking at the man who had delivered him the news.
"Moriarty has now a fission nuclear bomb with tritium in his possession, and he bought it in Pakistan, which isn't supposed to have this type of nuclear weapons in the first place," Mycroft said, while getting up from his seat and moving towards the door, ignoring the shocked man.
"Someone is helping him, and we need to know who. Now." Mycroft opened the door and the MI6 agent hurriedly left, hiding his fear.
Mycroft squinted his eyes as he looked at the golden fishes in the large aquarium, and then he took out a coin from the inner pocket of his jacket.
L.M. was engraved onto the golden coin that started to shine when he pressed the middle.
Mycroft had a very nasty suspicion that a wizard was involved in this mess, and if that was the case—it was, as he never made mistakes—then he'd make the other kind deal with him.
Wizards and muggles did not belong together.
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An eight-year-old Harry was looking at James through the binoculars, and he had to admit that James was someone he did not want to mess around with.
The swimming pool was the only normal illumination in the sports hall, and Harry could see a tall man with curly hair in a high-collared jacket , and another man, the one who had had the bomb around his torso.
James' philosophy on life was something Harry could relate to, but he still had a lot to learn.
Just as Harry thought the curly-haired man would pull the trigger, he heard a tune he had started to hate.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, staying alive, staying alive, ah, ah, ah…"
Smirking, Harry shook his head and he saw the nearby sniper do the same.
Life with James was never boring.
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Albus Dumbledore regretted many things in his life, allowing Harry to disappear being one of them.
"Dumbledore, what are you saying?" Cornelius Fudge was holding his hand over his heart, still in disbelief, not wanting to imagine the outlash from society.
Dumbledore had lost Harry Potter and the Ministry had allowed for it to happen. What would the people say?
"I am afraid, we have lost Harry James Potter in the muggle world, and are unable to find him."
"We have no idea where the boy-who-lived is, this is what the public will say. Muggles? What do we do?" Cornelius Fudge fanned himself with his hat and called for a house-elf to bring some tea. And coffee.
Irish.
Albus Dumbledore poured himself a cup of tea and tasting the brew, he looked over the desperate figure of the Minister of Magic.
"We'll find him, Cornelius. We'll find him."
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a/n Thank you for your reviews, I truly appreciate them. Next chapter will be called Call Me Harry :)