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AN: Hey! Here is the first (real) chapter of my first fanfic! *Proud* Unfortunately, the prologue and this chapter don't have a lot of action but a lot of chattering to establish the baseline. We will learn much from Harry's pas, what will make him work in the United-States and what makes him an exceptional Auror. I have an underlining fear of making a to powerful Harry hence all the inconveniences concerning his power that will hopefully balance it all. You will quickly realize that I am cruel with my characters. (*Little sadistical laughter behind the screen that makes the characters in question tremble*). I like to put them in awkward situations or when there is no hope. We will see up to where this fanfic will take me, but know that I appreciate every review as long as they remain in the limits of decorum and that they respect my work. All flamers will be eliminated quicker than an Avada Kedavra!

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Personal disclaimer: I don't own "Memories" since it belongs to the wonderful french author Markhal. I'm doing a little personal homework for the upcoming exams. One of my exams is a translation from french to english (and vice-versa).

This story rocks so not only am I studying for my exams, but I'm putting up one of the most incredible stories that should be shared in the English world. So, please, tell me what you guys think and I will pass on the word to the author who is worthy of all praises. (And I mean each and every word!)

Anyway, please enjoy the story as I slowly translate the first eleven (new update since the prologue) chapters, then as I wait for an update of the author.

He who tells a lie is not sensible of how great a task he undertakes; for he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain that one. - Alexander Pope

Chapter 1: Past, Present & Future

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Quantico, Virginia, United-States —FBI Office, Auror Division— 11th of January 2008

Harry James Potter, now named Black, sighed a long hopeless one. He would have even hit his head on his desk if there were any space not covered by files. Even after nine years of career, Harry couldn't alter his aversion for paperwork.

"If I had known, I would have refused. When they talked about an Auror, I didn't know that I would be up to look at it every morning."

"Oh! Does baby Black have to much work? He would maybe like that I give him his bottle and that he could take his warm, comfy nap?"

"Shut up, Draco." Then, Harry moaned for a very long time. "Merlin, I am even to tired to get angry at you. Thank some higher being for that!" He declared while pointing his forefinger accusingly towards the blond who responded with a smirk.

"A higher being has no responsibility in this, Black, only your own laziness and the administration of the FBI."

"Remind me again how did we ever become friends?"

Draco raised his shoulders, neutrally just in case. The exact type of response that Harry wanted. The never talked about of the circumstances that brought them together, not the reason as to why they are both called Black in the present. It was like massaging salt on old wounds: even if they were scared, they still hurt like hell.

Glad to have gotten the last word over his ex-enemy-now-friend-unfortunately-only-existing-relative, Harry turned back to his files. He determined that he should, theoretically, have enough space to place a cup of coffee. Even if the young man moaned about it, he loved his job. He loved working for the FBI as an Auror. To be there for the people and to help protect not only wizards but also Muggles. Even after all these years, he still hadn't found a way to get rid of his Saviour Complex and even if it still caused him problems on the field, it gave him the will to continue onward.

He started to think about what brought him to America. When Sirius died, Harry was devastated. The feeling of guilt tormented him slowly until he only became a shadow of himself. He couldn't stop repeating. "If only I took my Occlumency lessons more seriously … If only I listened before I acted … If only I hadn't provoked Bellatrix … If only … If only …". His anger against Dumbledore when he discovered the prophecy was the only emotion shown during the mourning. The one he always considered as a grand-father had manipulated him since his childhood. He had entrusted him to magic-hating Muggles so that he would be more receptive to the advice of the Headmaster. Confronted by these revelations, Harry started to think about the implication of Dumbledore in the 'accidents' that happened during his school years. And he didn't like what he deduced. In front of this treachery, the only person he could trust seemed to be Remus.

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FLASHBACK

"Harry? Was it you who sent me the owl?"

"I need you help, Remus. I can no longer trust Dumbledore. After Sirius' death, you …" Harry swallowed difficulty his saliva. He judged himself to unworthy to utter his godfather's name. Not when he he was the one responsible for his death. "After his death, you are the only adult that I can ask for help."

"I? But — Why you — Why won't you trust Dumbledore?"

Harry told him each and every one of his doubts concerning the past years. Why didn't Dumbledore move Nicholas Flamel's stone the minute he knew that Voldemort was after it? Why didn't he destroyed the stone earlier? How did Fawkes find Harry in the Chamber of Secrets? Why didn't he help Sirius after discovering his innocence? Why didn't he help Harry during the Tri-wizard Tournament? Tell him about the prophecy that linked him with Voldemort until one of them was destroyed? WHY?

Remus stayed silent for a long while, processing the information that he just received from this cub, the only member left of his heart-pack. With James, Lily and Sirius dead, he and Harry were the last members and the werewolf refused to not help his cub. Remus still tried to understand Harry.

"Why didn't you ask the aid of Ron or Hermione?"

Harry shook his head gently.

"They wouldn't understand. They are still to young to see clearly in Dumbledore's game. Hermione is loyal to him and Ron has his family singing his praises at every sniffle." He finished with a bitter murmur.

Remus couldn't help his laugh, but contemplated Harry with a disapproving air against his disrespectful attitude.

"What do you plan to do Harry? Nobody in England will go against Dumbledore or Voldemort, not even the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Nobody in England, yes. That's why we will be leaving for the United-States." Said Harry with the shadow of a smile in front of the surprise of the werewolf. "I used to live there with the Dursleys during my childhood."

"I thought that you always lived in England." Confessed Remus.

"Let me guess: Dumbledore?" The werewolf's face told him everything. "Apparently my parents obtained the American citizenship with the British since, at the time, Uncle Vernon was working at Las Vegas and if anything happened to Sirius, Aunt Petunia would take guardianship …."

"Why aren't they living there anymore?"

"Accidental magic. I didn't know at that time, at least. I saved a friend from being hit by a car and apparated on the school's roof when I was seven. My Uncle and Aunt had to move to avoid the neighbors' questions. My Uncle was then transferred to England. They weren't very happy with the new development." Murmured Harry, his lips were so pinched that it look like he swallowed a whole lemon. With the plate.

"And after? What will you do?"

"Ask the aid of the the american Ministry of Magic. I will not lay down and wait for Voldemort to kill me. It is time for me to face my responsibilities."

The silence ranged for a couple of seconds in the room before Harry was in a prideful embrace. Remus embraced the fifteen-years-old, communicating all of his warmth to reassure and encourage the young man. In the beginning, Harry remained stiff and frigid, unused to this sort of physical act, apart coming from Hermione. Then, little by little, he let himself hug his godfather of his heart back.

"I will help you, cub. I will help you as much as I can."

END OF THE FLASHBACK.

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That same night, they left England and found refuge at the American Ministry of Magic. Remus had left him there after making sure that he was in good hands in order to not arise the suspicion of the Order of the Phoenix and its leader. To his relief, the American Ministry of Magic welcomed the young boy with open arms. Once he reached his sixteenth birthday and that his emancipation papers were signed, he joined the Auror's training program. Having become an adult in the eyes of society, Harry Potter invested himself fully into training — after correcting his eyesight through painful potions and complicated spells— hoping that it would help him defeat the Dark Lord. He learned how to appreciate the differences between the States and England. The Wizarding World and the Muggle one were much closer as the two Ministries worked together in a very close collaboration. The Aurors had, at the Muggles, a semi-official position as Special FBI agents which permitted them to intervene and cooperate with the Muggles without having to call upon the Obliviators. In some rare circumstances, some operations would implicate both Aurors and "simple" FBI agents. Harry had an advantage compared to the other cadets of the program since, in spite of being one of the youngest, he had grown up with Muggles. This enabled him to pass, without any problems, his classes of Muggle Study. It was even thanks to those classes that he could make some friends, even if he missed the presence of Ron and Hermione. They even taught him how to fight with his bare hands as well as to fire Muggle firearms. They had to be capable to fight with or without their wands, especially if they were to work alongside Muggles.

Harry finally learned Occlemancy, even if it was extremely difficult. He would faint, most of the time due to tiredness, but his instructors would only scream in his ears for him to wake up then make him re-start the exercise. After three months of intensive torture, he was now capable to protect his mind from Voldemort and even spy on him without revealing his presence. However, even if he had become a first-class Occlomens thanks to hard work and the zeal of his Auror teachers, the green-eyed boy was a natural Legilimens, capable of entering any mind of any sorcerer, a part from the skillful Occlomens, without the aid of a wand. This, of course, was the equivalent of a Muggle psychic apart from being more talented. For a long while this gift was attributed to Voldemort's heritage, like his capacity of speaking Parseltongue, until Harry turned seventeen, gaining his magical maturity and with it a terrible gift.

Apparently, the Evans line wasn't as deprived of magical powers as the wizards could have thought. Even though they were Muggles, the Evans had many mediums and seers in the family line. If Lily Evan, his mother, was the first to have enough magic to be considered a witch, she wasn't the first one to have magical powers. That must have been the reason why her parents were so ecstatic when she turned eleven and received her letter for Hogwarts, as well as his aunt's jealousy: to be a Muggle with a Witch for a sister was hard, but to be a Muggle in a family where magic is present in the blood of each member, even in small doses, must have been hell.

After his birthday, Harry was hit by visions every time he touched an object. Sometimes they were horrible, others were joyous. That was how he discovered that his tenant had used his bed for some … interesting activities (which led Harry doing so many pranks for retaliation that his tenant swore to never use any other room than his even if it was messy.). The medical-mages that examined him for the next several of days finally understood what was happening to the young man after a battery of tests. Harry had become a contact-empath. This meant that whenever he came in contact with an object or a person, he could see either a memory filled with feelings or he would know what the person would feel. That was the main reason why he was a natural in Legilimens and had difficulty learning Occlumency, the art of hiding one's emotion. Thanks to his friends in the FBI, Harry learned how to control, up until a certain point, his gift thanks to the aid of Occlumency and a good pair of gloves. Gloves to prevent his skin from touching inadvertently any object or person.

Once his intensive year of training was finished, Harry plus five Aurors formed a squadron to destroy Voldemort and his Death Eaters. After studying every one encounters between Voldemort and his followers, spent weeks researching any information on the past of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, they finally found the existence of Horcruxes, thus they found out about the origins of Harry's scar. If someone had told him this two years earlier, Harry was certain he would have first denied it then would have been furious. But his training changed him, making him think before acting and making him more aware of the weight on his shoulders. He accepted the fact that he wouldn't live past his next birthday.

In England, the situation was critical. Dumbledore had been killed a couple of months earlier, leaving the Ministry in the hands of the Dark Lord and of his followers. The Ministry passed several laws, especially on the Muggleborns, forcing them to be listed as well as taking away their wands. Or they would give Creatures, like Greyback and his pack of werewolves, a lot of power. The repression was violent and the country entered, once more, in a new era of terror. Ron and Hermione had joined the Order of the Phoenix to fight against the regime. The meeting between them was, on one hand, noisy since they were scolding/shouting at Harry for his disappearance as well as telling him how much they missed, while on the other hand, it was silent due to the fact that Harry was squashed between them as they cried. Remus greeted him with a giant hug before informing of his engagement with the Auror Nymphadora Tonks who was carrying his child. When Remus asked him to his child's godfather, Harry wanted to protest against it. It was Tonks who shut him up. "You are Remus' cub, it's obvious that you are the perfect guardian for our child, Harry! Don't you dare say the contrary or I'll creep into your room with Snape's head!" The menace made them all laugh and Harry accepted humbly.

Five months later, Harry and his squadron had destroyed every Horcruxes in nature. All that was left was Nagini, Voldemort's snake, and Harry. The young Auror knew there was no way to study the enchantments protecting the snake before destroying it. Knowing perfectly well that he was the only one among his friends and Auror colleagues to not have anything left to live for, as well as to die to destroy Voldemort's soul within him, he was, logically, the only one to do this mission. He talked to every member of his team, calmly explaining his reasoning. The Aurors accepted half-heartily, two of them had kids and, even if Harry was very mature, they had started to consider him as one of their own. They promised to destroy the Dark Lord when the time came knowing that it was one of the last time they would see the boy in front of them. Before apparating, he gave them his wand and told them. "Give this to Remus and tell him …," he swallowed to give himself some bravery, "Tell Remus that I'm sorry and that he will have to find another godfather."

Harry had apparated in the middle of the Hall of the Ministry of Magic. He didn't even have to introduce himself, his lightning bolt scar doing it for him, as multiple Stupefies made him blackout for good. He was brought in front of Voldemort himself. The serpent-faced man mocked him, mocked the prophecy, mocked his parents while asking him where he was all these years, declaring that he was to afraid to face him. Neither of his remarks or mocking received any answer. Angered, Voldemort declared that he would breaking him before killing. Until Harry begs to be delivered from his torments, he would not be satisfied.

That was how started his long months of torture. If Harry could prevent his minds thanks to Occlumency, the rest could not be said for the physical pain. The Crucios pushed his nerves to the limit. The Sectumsempras cut through his body in painful trails of blood. The blind-jinxes made him defenseless against his torturers while the burning-jinxes set aflame parts of his body, rendering them useless for long periods of time afterwards. When they were bored using spells, the Death Eaters started to use Muggle methods. They carved in his flesh, with knives, every insult that they threw at his face. 'Monster', 'Coward' and 'Monster'. Three words inscribed on his flesh for eternity. Bellatrix Lestrange loved to use the whip, leaving her own markings on the Boy-Who-Lived's body. She often said she adored the sound of the slap of the leather on his skin, the white lines that stayed after a couple of days … Fenrir Greyback, as for him, preferred to inflict pain with his fists, breaking his bones up to the point he was in tears. He would sometimes put him naked while mocking him and his weakness. His wolf claws would leave bloody traces on his body. The werewolf was a particular vivid memory of Harry's.

No Death Eater touched him with the intention of raping him. Harry was relieved of that simple detail. Especially since he knew that only one sexual encounter with a werewolf would lead to lycanthropy if they so wished. He may love Remus, but he wasn't as courageous as him to live with the knowledge of this curse that transformed him into a bloodthirsty werewolf. It was a possibility that he didn't escape completely unscratched, but he had been spared from the worse.

When they discovered he had the gift of empathy, they made him touch the instruments that he was tortured with, forcing to see himself humiliated and degraded. When they touched him, Harry felt their perverse and sadistical pleasure, which would have have normally made him vomit if had anything left. But, even if Harry's spirit was put to the test, he didn't break.

Not once did Harry spoke during the three months. When he did open his mouth, it was to let loose inarticulate sounds, wounded beastly shouts and sobbing which he had learn to not hold back. He spent all of his time and energy studying the shields surrounding the snake. The only thing that kept him going, to stay alive was his mission. His final mission.

He discovered a surprising ally with Draco. The boy was treated like an plebeian House-Elf by the other Death Eaters ever since the death of his father in Azkaban. His ex-rival took the time to visit him to slip him some potions and washing his wounds, while gently making fun of him to keep the situation as 'normal' as possible. Harry never answered, but made sure that Draco that he was grateful. The day that Harry finally broke the last charm surrounding Nagini, he grasped Draco's arm while hissing in his ear. "Go … to … Hogwarts … Warn … Horcruxes … Destroyed. Warn … FBI … Go!"

The minute after, Draco disappeared, like all good Slytherin that he was, and left the Manor to apparate to Hogwarts and did as Harry ordered him to (even if he would deny it even today to ever have obeyed a Potter. Nah-uh!) When the Death Eaters were sent for him, Harry welcomed them with a bloody smile. Once arrived at Voldemort's feet, like always, taking advantage of his enemy's distraction, he cast his only and unique spell wandlessly towards Nagini. 'AVADA KEDAVRA' HE only heard the scream of agony from Voldemort before seeing the green light heading his way. After that, everything turned black.

The moment he woke up, he was outside, naked skin being gnawed by the cold. He could vaguely hear Voldemort's voice that was taunting the crowd in front of him, exhibiting the body of their Savior blood-stained and demeaned. Harry wasn't touching anybody at that moment, but he knew that in front of him were his friends, both from sides of the Atlantic, if Draco found a way to warn them. He vaguely wondered if the Death Spell really worked. But when he tried to feel the connection between him and Voldemort in his mind, he noticed that it had disappeared. It took a lot of willpower to curb the desire to let loose a victory cry. Before he knew it, the atmosphere around him had changed and spells were exchanged. His body was brutally dropped. He took advantage of the fact to roll away as far as possible from the conflict to take in what was happening in the conflict. It was only due to his determination and adrenaline that enabled him to get up and join the American Aurors that recognized him. They greeted him with discomforted yet also joyful faces, as if they have seen a ghost coming back to life … which was the case. They transfigured robes from a rock to cover him before they jumped back into the battle. It only took a moment before he joined Remus' side who only smiled and gave him back his wand while saying that he knew that he wasn't dead and that Teddy still had his godfather. Harry turned his head to avoid a Diffindo. When he looked back, Lupin had already continued onward. Finally, he was once again face to face with Voldemort. This time, no provocations, no intimidations were exchanged. They both jumped directly in a swirl of rapid and violent jet of spells. They didn't notice that a circle had formed around them while many duels had stopped to watch. It was only a slight distraction from Voldemort that offered Harry the moment he was waiting for. Voldemort died before he knew what happened. His serpent-like body keeled over on the Hogwart's hard soil without any artifice. For a while, nobody moved, then the Death Eaters and Greyback's pack, Voldemort's allies, apparated or bolted by running one after the other, understanding that the battle was over. Unfortunately, they only caught low-ranking Death Eaters and some from the Inner Circle that were trying to retrieve their Lord's body. To avoid any other problem, Harry made it disappear with an Incendio. His enemy's body went up in smoke. All was finished.

Ron and Hermione were dead. Ginny and Luna were dead. Severus, after finally proving where his true loyalty lied in the end, died while protecting Fred Weasley from Augustus Rookwood's wand. Aurors, American and British, were dead. But, the worse of all: Remus and Tonks, whom just had a son, a son in who Harry was the godfather, were dead.

Harry went back to the United-States. Nothing in England held him back. He invited Tonk's mother, Andromeda, to come live with him in the States. He wanted to be for Teddy what Sirius was for him during two short years. The grandmother agreed but refused to share a house with a 'young bachelor who had his whole life in front of him'. He visited them at least one a week to spend time with his nephew and help Andromeda with her day-to-day life.

He legally changed his name to live a more unperturbed life (or at least far from the medias). Harry James Black became officially the youngest Auror in the FBI in July 1998. Four years later, the FBI welcomed Draco Black, the youngest Potion Master (he too had changed his name for security reasons. For the greater damn of Harry, they both now shared the same last name). Since then, Draco had become his best friend, even from an outsider's point of view, they always bickered more than anything. Old habits died hard.

He gained the respect of his fellow Aurors not only due to his gift of Legilimency and contact-empathy, but with his skills in dueling both in wizarding and muggle way, not to mention the scars on his face that indicated his captivity with Voldemort. He also gained a promotion in less than two years after he entered the Auror Program. They gave him command of a squad many times, often for operations in cooperation with the Muggles. He quickly proved them that he was more than worthy for the post of Head-Auror, recognized by his work in solo or as a leader of an Auror team. If it bothered anybody to be under the command of such a young person, Harry quickly changed their minds (sometimes, they would be obstinate, but nothing a couple of punches and well-chosen arguments couldn't convince.) He had celebrated in July his ninth year of service … something that made him feel old.

"What are you thinking about, Black, with that little nostalgic air of yours?"

"That it will be now five years that I have you as a burden."

"Five years that I have YOU as a burden! And nobody that cares about me." Draco said with the traditional conceited Malfoy smirk.

"That's because nobody would want to, Draco. You deserve everything single thing that co—"

"Black!" Harry jumped before finishing his sentence and stood up with a jerk, toppling a pile of cases with a swear word. "In my office."

"Yes sir." Sending a thunderous look towards his chuckling blond friend, he followed the Director of the Aurors to his private office. Algrey Parker was a tall, serious, fifty years old, Afro-American. He was Harry's wizarding dueling instructor and had taught him how to shoot. Parker has always been fair-minded towards his Aurors and had discretely helped Harry to take care of the opposition against his promotion.

Harry sat down on one of the two chairs in front of Parker's desk, after he had sit down. After watching for a couple of seconds his superior's dace, the young man realized that he was stressed and tired. However, Harry prevented himself from using Legilimency or to 'inadvertently' touch Parker to know what happened. On one hand, Legilimency was as the limit of Black Magic, while on the other, taking off his gloves to touch Parker wasn't very discreet.

Too bad.

"What is the matter, sir?" Asked Harry as the silence dragged on.

"What do you know of the current affairs in England, Black?"

"I am still in contact with some friends, but we rarely send owls." Said Harry while thinking about Molly and Arthur Weasley, the parents of his dead best friend, who had lost their two youngest to the war. He was more in contact with the twins since they had opened branches in the US of Weasley Wizard Wheeze. They would occasionally visit him at his apartment. Unfortunately, Harry lived more in his office that at his place. With Bill and Charlie, he had received virtually no news. Despite that, it didn't bother him really. "Has something happened?"

"A mass breakout of Azkaban, from both High-security and Low-Security levels. Even with the incompetency of the Ministry," Harry discreetly coughed to hide his laugh, " the British Aurors have caught a certain numbers of the jail breakers."

"A certain number … Let me guess, they left us the nicest and most inoffensive ones?"

Parker looked at him disapprovingly, while Harry slightly tilted his head as he widened a little bit his two big green eyes to appear innocent. The man chortled.

"Mmh … It's funny that you have such a British when you have so much disdain for the country." Harry returned that remark with an irritated glare. He was bothered that he hadn't lost his accent, despite the years that he spent in the United States. This time, Parker really burst into honest laughter. Then he turned serious.

"No, British on the side, the situation is more serious than they would want to make us believe. As you know, Death Eater's influence has greatly diminished, but has not completely disappeared despite the disappearance of You-Know-Who and the years." The young man nodded his head. He was in the best position to know, Draco and he had to change names for that reason. That, and the paparazzi wanted an interview with the Boy-Who-Lived. "Unfortunately, the last evasion permitted some of the most dangerous ex-Death Eater to escape and join the last resisting circles."

"Have we a list of the escapee?" Parker sighed deeply before giving him a very big file.

Great, everything that I love … thought the young Auror as he accepted and riffled through it rapidly.

"We asked for every file to be prepared for anything." Added Parker. Meanwhile, his protégé's face turned pale. "What's the matter, Harry?"

Harry suddenly lifted his head, surprised to hear his superior call him by his first name, before he regained composure and smoothed his face into an emotionless mask.

"Everything all's right, just …" He gulped his saliva with difficulty. "Just some known faces that I prefer never to see again."

"I know that it is difficult, Black, but you are the one who knows them the most. You are in the best position to track them."

"No problem, sir. I am always ready to rid the world of these monsters. Is there anything else that you wanted to ask me?"

"To tell you the truth, yes. Have you ever heard of the BAU?"

"Behavior Analysis Unit, the Department of Behavioral Sciences? Yes, I know about it, why?"

"Starting tomorrow, you are going to work for them."

AN: FINISHED! Next chapter will take a while but I'm working on it. Please don't forget to leave a review for Markhal. She deserves it.

Also, please tell me if I made a mistake. Sometimes, they can slip by through me.