Chapter 3

Powers that be

Helltanz's notes: To elaborate Harry is technically the leader of an independent group of organized crime, mainly it's a group of free lancers, handling odd jobs, or supplying merchandise. I.E. while regular organized crime branches may be demanding protection money from areas, if they're under investigation and they can't carry it out, Harry or one of his handles it, the exploding building at the end of the first chapter. The group, by its nature primarily handles such things as the above, or things like arms supplier, perhaps more appropriate would it be to label them something other than organized crime, there sort of an evil version of SEED. Any way Harry's IQ has been drastically kicked up, but I already told you that, amoral sociopath genius.

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Disclaimer: This is Fanfiction, if I owned Harry Potter do you think Books 6 and 7 would have turned out like they did, I would have had the decency to not include an epilogue, eh enough ranting, I don't own any series referenced in this work of writing.

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Chapter begin

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Harry exhaled the deal had gone smoothly. Here the sorcerer stood in silence, here he moved, slowly at first then moving faster, they slowly moved into blurs of white then loosing all ability to see them move at all. The practice continued for another two hours till the spirit of knowledge interrupted.

Harry picked up the towel wiped the perspiration off his face.

"Master the kin folk seem to request your presence. Albeit they aren't sure whether you are in or not." Stated Wingates.

Harry tossed the towel aside and vanished.

The nigh omnipotent prick reappeared in the living room.

"What are those freaks doing here?" questioned the sorcerer indicating the wizards; his gaze hardened, Vernon fearing disagreeing with his nephew over the wizards grinned.

"Now Harry-" began the old wizard.
"Most the surfaces are at least some what fire proof." Sneered the sorcerer malevolently flexing his bony fingers.

"Mr. Potter." Exclaimed Minerva scandalized.
"Better, at least some one has manners." Commented the sorcerer cutting off the stern Witch, yanking a chair out from under the table. "So what do you bunch degenerate isolated contemptuous bunch of Neanderthals want with one such as I?"

Snape nearly blew a fuse but restrained himself to gritting his teeth.

"Now Harry."

"Mr. Potter if you have to address me at all, one more disrespectful address and I will summon Horus and have him rip you head off." Growled Harry, his eyes glowing. "Mr. Dumbledore." He stated his voice now neutral.

"Now really threats are hardly the way to speak civilly."

"Oh my shining Sun, my general, Beloved child of heavenly king, Warmaster Horus I summon thee." Invoked Harry.

Vernon shivered, having seen the Warmaster in action once, and that had been against a Dragon, well a wyrm to be precise.

"Star Lord you spoke."

"I shouldn't need you to kill any one but kill the talons handy." Stated the Sorcerer smirking as he drummed his fingers on the back of the chair.

The Warmaster nodded.

"Well we have the neutrals, I have my ally, and you're here so start talking." Muttered Harry.

"Well H-"
Harry frowned, and lightning flared from the favored Primarch's hand.

Snape and McGonagal blinked, and the only reason that Dumbledore hadn't been surprised was because Grindelwald had a similar ability…. If less impressive.

"Mr. Potter there is the matter of your attendance at Hogwarts."

"Are you stupid or senile, or both perhaps, I am not attending that school, I am in my second year at university. Your form of inner magic isn't all that interesting, nor is it of use to me, in fact the only reason I am even bothering to study is because I won't limit my horizons. I will not waste my time attending some school." Spat Harry. "Besides your school is useless to my normal life."

"Now Harry that is quite enough you will be attending Hogwarts its for the best." Stated Dumbledore magic rising.

Faster than any one believed a boy could move fire sprang from Harry's arm singing a line across Dumbledore's chest. Harry's own magic mixed exquisitely with his killer intent. "Final warning fool, address me improperly again and you die, attempt to order me about and you die, look at me the wrong way and I'll cut out your eyes." Harry at this statement produced a weighted knife from the fore arm sheath concealed underneath his training vestments, in truth the weapon was designed to be thrown or used for quick slashes, but it could be used to cut out things, it was sharp as a scalpel, in the hands of a preteen with years of practice. "I am perhaps the most dangerous single person to anger. You want civility we'll all play like were all nice little Japanese people."

The phone rang adjourning the conversation for a few minutes.

"The fucking hell." Harry snapped his cell phone open. "Potter speaking." He ground out in an almost neutral voice.
"Hello?"
"Rudolph what is it?" Breathed Harry, his breath nearly fifty degrees Celsius hotter than it should have been on a normal person.
"Um is this a bad time?" came the voice on the other end.

"What is it?" demanded the sorcerer.

"Oh um never mind." The line went dead.

"Star Lord should I?" inquired the Primarch
"No." stated Harry his voice deceivingly neutral, but he was contemplating the once favorite son of the Emperor's suggestion. "Now if you have anything else to say go right ahead, but be advised I don't tolerate morons, and Horus especially doesn't." the massive Primarch beamed, his face set in vicious smirk.

"Uh Harry no blood stains please." Piped one of the Dursley's voices.

"No worries Lightning exists at such a high temperature blood will disintegrate." Stated Harry gleefully.

"What happened to your scar?"

"Got rid of it, it was a bother." Stated the sorcerer unconcerned.

The wizards, minus Snape, were a little shocked.

"Now Mr. Potter exactly why do you not want to attend the finest institution of magical learning in Europe."

Harry glanced at the stern woman. "I don't believe in that title, and as I said second year of university, I have better thing to do than spend time with a bunch of inane little brats who while physically may be my age are eons below me in intellectual development. Any way your all a bunch of weak fools who show no potential to be of use to me, I have no interest in something that fails to advance my own self."

"Your parents would be very disappointed in you."

"Well apparently my parents were fools and idiots then." Stated Harry shocking the wizards, with his cruelly stated words. "What? My parents were quiet clearly idiots in restricting their abilities. I mean seriously even Vernon owns a gun, at least he can do something if he's attacked." Stated the sorcerer jerking his head at the rotund man.

The walrus beamed at the praise.

"But you bunch of retards have the idiocy to limit your capacity." Stated Harry in a scolding tone with a frown. "Any way why would I choose to be a part of such a foolish society. When I decide to commit a charitable act maybe I'll cast Black Materia Meteor and destroy your civilization and then rebuild into a proper state. Any way me, charitable…" Harry chuckled. "Charity is over rated, I mean the act of charity so you Neanderthals comprehend."

Snape was now very hot under the collar his fist clenched and unclenched.

"Keh seeing as you twits lack any sense better go see what Rudolph needs me to pull his ass out of." Muttered Harry before smirking malevolently. "Well I have things to do besides grace lesser beings with my wisdom." Harry abruptly vanished.

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Rudolph was a middle aged man who had spent most of his life working in the English Outfit, like most members who had the appropriate 'clearance' as it were he was aware calling Harry was generally reserved for emergencies.

"Uh Harry, uh hope I didn't cause to much trouble for you?" stammered the brown haired man. "Did I interrupt your gym practice?"

"No, something interrupted before that." Commented the sorcerer.

"Right come in, sorry."

"Want to explain what happened?" inquired Harry ideally

"Mark got caught, not by the normal police either."
"Mark is in France."
"The National Gendarmes Intervention Group picked him up."

"Well that isn't good." Harry frowned. "Is he compromised?"
"Two hours. Not yet."

"You owe me for this." Grunted the sorcerer through gritted teeth.

"Do I need to call you a car or something?"
"No." Harry fixed Rudolph with a stern look. "I want all information concerning Mark's operations in France, and any information on the GSIGN picked him up, fair and up front they specialize in anti terrorist activity, I may end up bombing something to catch their attention. I don't need to remind you skilled help is hard to find, Mark is an L2 if he got caught we may have a mole." Stated Harry fixing the man with a serious stare, further creeping the man out.

Rudolph blinked. "Right give me a minute to get the files." The man hastily exited the room.

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France, Near Satory, Command Facility of the Cwn Annwn

"Right good morning everyone." Greeted Harry. "No time for pleasantries, it appears the Mark from Dover got in a bit of trouble."

The assembled group nodded as the slide started.

Harry indicated a picture of a middle age man slightly younger than Rudolph. "Mark was apprehended in a small Parisian café approximately two hundred meters from the Eiffel tower. He was arrested by the GSIGN, this is both a blessing and a curse blessing in that our enemy is a small group, and the base probably has less then hundred personnel at the moment, even less in a few hours, but they are elites. Mark's assignment was working with LiberazioneCorsica, an off shoot of the Fronte di Liberazione Naziunale di a Corsica," stated the preteen with prefect acent. "while we have no political affiliation, and thus are neutral we have in the past have assisted LC and their allies, especially their sympathizers in the English Organization before, Mark is an L2 it is unlikely he will reveal anything. However the shear fact they managed to raid during such a meeting is troublesome. Our mission is clear we will deploy two BM21 and hit their foreward posistions, Alpha team you will defend that posistion while the LCs team hits them from the rear."
"Air support commander?"
"We have Hind D standing by. As you are aware our facility is under a powerful enchantment but none the less we cannot use to much for lest we draw suspicion." Stated the Sorcerer, magic was known to the organization, Flat space enchantments were useful. "Be advised we will not attack until after the LC have created a proper diversion. While this base has sufficent munitions to handle them, it would be a little suspicious, besides we don't have the numbers to take on the Gendarmerie." Stated Harry frowning. His fingers drummed the desk. "Well now we just need to wait for the signal from Corsicans read up on your dossier, hopefully Murphy is off today, be advised our plan is to catch them off guard. However all hopes aside this mission is primarily search and recue however if it goes south get out of there and Mikhail will use the Hind's bombs to terminate most the base along with the BM-21s, so every one is understanding Magic is to be restricted to emergency uses only, am I clear?"

The two group leaders nodded.

"Good." Harry flicked the lights on. "Don't make mistakes, if neccasary we all will evacuate via the Saftey Tags. Other methods can be used." By that Harry clearly meant he would destroy the base via magic.

"Sir what about the spy?"
"Shoot him of course." Stated the Sorcerer eye glinting in the flourescent light.

Harry retired to his study booting up the latest computer money could buy. His office here was metalic, sterile, and cold. Just underneath his shoulder rested an MP-444, a Russian pistol, new, most of the Cwn Annwn's equipment was Soviet Bloc, though it raided other organizations obscurement talismins made stealth raids easy. So the wharehouses were also occupied by such names as Berreta, HK, Glock, FNH and other major 'Western' groups, though Soviet weapons were more common by far.

"You have mail." Chimed the computer voice.

Harry flicked a finger pressing the enter key, "Average response time to hostage situations, twenty two minutes, and counting." Harry stepped out to go inform the group it would take that long for the Chameleon enchanted BM-21s to get in positions with out being spotted. "Perfect."

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In the end the attack went off as planned. Mark ended up fairly bruised from his stay with the french military police but no worse for the wear.

Harry glanced at the man who was nursing a black eye.

"Well you seem better now we got rid of the blind fold."

"My ears are still ringing." Groaned the Englishman clutching aforementioned sensory receptor.

"That will pass in time, we are retreating back to England. Marseilles had a blast though." Commented Harry grinning with all the feral appearance of a fox. "You think they would have been prepared for an LC attack."

Mark nodded.

"Well then that does bring up the matter we need to discuss later, that being how on earth did you get caught?" Harry waved a hand before the man could answer. "Oh well later. I have things to do, get some rest."

Harry strolled out of the room greeting another French man. "So how are things?"

"Well we got their information."

"Do you have an identity on their insider?" inquired the sorcerer malevolence dripping in every word.

"No it's encrypted, government standard, we fire bombed the base after wards with enough Napalm to destroy any evidence that we took anything though."
"Find and report back." Stated the sorcerer. "Oh and good job, Jean. I am heading back autumn term starts soon."

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England, Surrey, Privet Drive number four, Harry's room

University began and as usual Harry's grades kept his points so he ranked just below the top student, it didn't do to draw attention even if he knew everything already. He'd take top spot at the end of the year like always, and in final year claim his rightful position. The Sorcerer glanced at the report. Expansion in to the magical realm had begun, apparently they were bigger idiots than expected, they had no true syndicate structure, and it wasn't because there law enforcement was the slightest bit competent.

Harry had begun studying 'wizarding inner magic' upon inspection most legal magic tended to be useless for the most part, well for Harry's purposes, even stupefy was useless, easier just to use a Materia containing sleep or petrify. Potions on the other hand, Harry particularly like this Verisatum stuff even if you screwed up you got something useful.

"Master I would like to take now to remind you, that the political meeting is tomorrow." Reminded the spirit of knowledge.

Harry frowned idly crumpling a piece of scrap paper. "That is right. Unfortunate, oh well no classes are tomorrow until two so I should be fine."

"It hardly matters if you miss a single class Master, your grades are impeccable without trying." Commented Wingates.

"I hate wearing robes." Stated the sorcerer changing the subject. "Even if mine are better for fighting then that lot." Came the comment laced with no uncertain amount of disgust.

"Don't forget to address the issue the goblins stated needed to be addressed."

"I know." Harry nodded.

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Chapter conclusion

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Helltanz's notes: In addition to what I stated above Harry fulfills the secondary role of Organized Crimes SWAT, heh, heh that's funny when you think about isn't it, to elaborate Harry basically robbed the Russians of a large number of military supplies. Sadly Politics got pushed to Chapter four, so sad, oh well Crime and Wizard bashing still occurred. Any way as for the wizarding world I will probably end up still using some clichés, Harry won't be heir of all the founders or three fourths of the Founders. By the way, it is possible I might post the unedited, the unedited meaning the one with all the good stuff still in it, version of this on Ficwad, some time or another soon, so far the only major differences are the omission of a few criminal-esque scenes, and the Snape introduction seen, which I will probably at some time or another repost chapter two with that scene in it on this site. Any way that was chapter three, don't expect Harry to participate in missions like that mentioned above, unless he is using a large portion of magic, which would draw a lot of attention, he mainly handles upper tier directions and logistics and such as that, he's the leader, he also handles bomb making and sells weapons to certain clients.

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