Another chapter already, boy you guys are lucky.
Chapter edited 1/22/14.
Three years after the mission with General Friden
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A dark figure crouched in the shadows of tree watching as yet another patrol went by, his dark cloak obscuring him from the eyes of the group below. A voice buzzed in his ear, "Shadow Watch, this is control. Operation Eclipse has begun, take Menendez alive."
"Roger that control, lights out in five." The figure leapt off the tree silently landing behind the patrol and then grabbed the nearest soldier other the mouth before dragging him into the dense forest. The four man patrol was now down to three with no one the wiser. "And the hunt has begun."
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Raul Menendez atop a large stage in the middle of his forest strong hold, sharp eyes daring any to challenge him as the new moon reached its peak in the sky. "The Americans believe they can capture me! Today we show them just how wrong they are, not only in their beliefs but in their actions!" The group in front of him roared their excitement at his words, shaking their firsts and chanting "Menendez" over and over. "My reach extends not only to you all, but to all of our fellow brethren wronged by these American people! For tomorrow marks a…" Before he could finished all the lights throughout the complex and those over the stage went out, plunging the entire place into pitch black darkness.
Several shouts and tells went up, along with several loud "pop" sounds. Menendez dove to the ground as the fighting started. It finished almost as soon as it started, the only sound he could hear were that of several boots crunching on the gravel heading towards him. He roared a challenge as he stood, pulling his trusty Judge from his jacket pocket and swinging it toward the incoming men. But before he had a chance to pull the trigger there was the sound of metal on metal and a bright flash right before his pistol fell to the ground, only the grip remaining in his hand.
He could only drop it, stunned, as a black cover fist closed around the front of his shirt and lifted him off the ground. The fact such a small person was able to hold him up showed the figures strength. Menendez started down at the cowl in front of him, "Who are you, that you side with these Americans?"
The figure seemed to smirk before answering, "I am Rizen, one who walks through the shadows to hunt down the darkness." All Menendez remembered was a faint blue glow and the words "He's all yours" before being knocked out by a gun stock to his head.
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Harry Potter walked through the downtown streets of London, England. While busy, his in-world birthday was that night so he had decided to go out and do something. Several shops and small cafés or dinners caught his eye, but nothing really noteworthy. He eventually came across another café that was practically empty, so he headed inside.
The lady behind the counter, maybe in her early twenties, smiled and asked how his day had been, he slightly inclined his head while saying it had been good. "So what can I get you for today?" Harry paused as he perused the various drinks and foods they offered. "You know what, surprise me." The lady smiled as she headed to the counter and started mixing while Harry sat up on the bar.
"So what's a young man like you doing out here all alone?" Since running from those excuses for people at age five, Harry had heard this question many a time so he had replies for almost any situation. "My parents are visiting the St. Paul's Cathedral and I thought it somewhat boring, so mom handed me so extra birthday money and said they would call me to meet up once the tour finished."
"Ooh, birthday? And how old will you be?"
"I'll be eleven midnight tonight." They both conversed for the better part of an hour as a few people came and went, most other shops had already closed so they street was near bare. What happened next wasn't a big surprise considering that no one was out. Three large men burst into through the door, two with black bags and one with a gun; while all had masks to cover their face. "EVERYONE DOWN ON THE GROUND!" The café worker, who Harry had learned was named Abby, pulled him down with her, tears coming out of her eyes. "Just take the money! Please don't hurt anyone!"
If the men had done just that, they may have gotten away with robbing the store. However one of them decided he needed some stress relief for the night. "Come're pretty, you and me are gona' have some fun tonight." The other two just laughed, which caused them to miss the quite "Shnnk" from behind. "Robbing the store, I don't mind too much. If you had just left I would have let the police handle it, however, I cannot let you do this in good conscience." All three turned around to see they boy they had regarded as nothing standing there, holding two two-and-a-half foot swords in his hands. Each sword had no guard, and a half-foot handle. Both were covered in cyan markings that swirled up the sword in forty-five and ninety degree angles, giving the swords a very high-tech looks as the markings softly glowed.
Harry himself looked no different, except for he now had on a pair of cyan single lens glasses that seemed to glow like the swords. The man with the gun turned and fired, and flinched in surprise when there was a "clang!" and burst of sparks right before Harry vanished. All three men bunched up, and the one holding Abby pulled a gun from his belt before holding it to her head. "Drop the weapons kid and she lives!" The café plunged into darkness and a dark voice spoke seemingly from everywhere, "The hunt has begun."
When the police later arrived on the scene, one man was found dead, a small incision in his neck confirmed his spinal cord was cut. Interviewing the witness they learned this man tried to rape her and then threatened to kill the young girl. The other two men were bound and gagged with a dark steel wire, each one with fear still in their eyes. One thing that surprised the girl when she described her savior to the police, was she never found out the boy's name.
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Harry Potter, also known as Rizen Legacy, stood on the balcony of the small apartment he had rented for the night. He thought of the events of the café and decided it could have gone worse; dwelling on it would get him nowhere. His lightly touched the scar running down his face, the make-up he used to hide it having already been washed off. It wasn't that he was afraid to show it or embarrassed of it, but it was an easily distinguishable mark and by hiding it he hid a part of his identity.
Watching the stars circle around the sky, he noticed a speck in the distance and dismissed it as another plan heading across the city. However, the speck grew and continued on a path straight towards him. Now alert, the slipped his glasses on and focused on the still-growing speck. A faint blue outline appeared around it as his computer system compared it the rather large logbook he'd acquired during his travels.
Scan Complete
Subject: Barn Owl
The Barn Owl is a pale, long-winged, long-legged owl with a short squarish tail. Generally a medium-sized owl, there is considerable size variation across the
subspecies. The Barn Owl measures about 25–50 cm (9.8–20 in) in overall length, with a wingspan of some 75–110 cm (30–43 in). Adult body mass is also
variable, ranging from 187 to 800 g (6.6 to 28 oz), with the owls closer to the tropics being generally smaller. Tail shape is a way of distinguishing the Barn Owl
from true owls when seen in flight, as are the wavering motions and the open dangling feathered legs. The light face with its heart shape and the black eyes give the
flying bird an odd and startling appearance, like a flat mask with oversized oblique black eye slits, the ridge of feathers above the bill somewhat resembling a nose.
Be advised, this Barn Owl seems to be carrying a piece of rolled up parchment. Owls have rarely been used to carry letters, and the practice has been out of date
since the invention of the telephone.
While not new information, the letter was. He watched the owl as it came to land on the balcony rail and hold out the leg the letter was tied to. Unraveling the small ribbon, he pulled out the letter and read over the front:
Harry James Potter
Apartment 43b
London Lights hotel
He immediately went inside his room, the owl following. He closed and locked all doors and windows before drawing the drapes shut. "Computer, Hard-Light function, full room scan." At his command a small transparent blue box appeared in front of him, hovering at eye level.
Beginning room scan. Standby, setup, commence.
Blue light then exploded around the room, covering everything from the walls to the bed in blue lines that formed a tight grid.
Room scan complete. No abnormal electronics detected.
Now at this Harry instantly believed something was amiss, "Computer, scan for abnormal Wave-Length signatures. All spectrums."
The same robotic voice appeared as last time, though without the blue box:
Beginning Wave-Length scan. Standby, setup, commence.
Wave-Length scan complete. Anomalies detected: centered on the parchment and Barn Owl.
Harry then ran a scan of his mind, finding no holes in his defense and nothing out of place. The Wave-Length anomalies usually indicated some form of magic, so both the parchment and the Owl seemed to have enchants upon them. Though double checking the readings, it appeared to be nothing more than basic enchants to follow something. Exactly what, however, he did not know. He picked the parchment back up from where he'd thrown it on the bed and began to read,
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
Turning the page over he continued,
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
Harry placed the letter down and began to think. Whatever magic they used to find him could compromise his security, so the best choice would be to learn about it. He picked up a basic sheet of note paper and a pen then wrote out a reply,
Dear Headmistress McGonagall,
I accept the invitation to your school but have no means of finding the supplies myself. I would like to meet with either you or another member of Hogwarts staff in order to find out exactly when and where to buy my supplies. Money is no issue, unless Wizard and Witches use a different form of currency. If so, as long as the exchange rates are fair there should be no problem. Please reply to this letter with a time and meeting place.
Signed,
Harry Potter
"To understand the light, you must first understand the dark." – Unknown
Letter finished, he attached it to the owl using the same piece of ribbon as before and sent it on its way. Watching it head towards the stars, he contemplated his next move.
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Minerva McGonagall picked up the return letter from Mr. Potter with surprise, and then smiled. Very much like his mother she thought while continuing to sort through the return letters, mostly from pureblood families. Deciding on taking the boy herself, she sent out a reply to meet her tomorrow at the Leaky Cauldron, with directions as to where it was.
Meanwhile, one Rubeus Hagrid knocked down the door on Number 4 Private Drive, only to find the boy Dumbledore had sent him for was not there and had left almost six years ago.
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Harry stood in front of the decrepit building, waiting on his escort to arrive. "Mr. Potter I presume?" He turned and regarded the tall woman standing next to him, eventually likening her to a hawk; strict, but passionate. "I am."
"Well let us head out then shall we?" She turned into the building and passed through the bar before coming out back in a small ally of sorts with two large tin cans nearby. "Remember Mr. Potter, two up, three across." And with that she tapped her wand on the brick mentioned which caused the wall to fold into itself revealing a kind of shopping district. "Welcome, Mr. Potter, to Diagon Alley." Looking at the boy, he still appeared neutral, except for a raised brow. "Well come along then, we have shopping to do."
Both went headed into the alleyway, buying the more mundane things such as caldrons, potion supplies, and robes. The shopping continued, uninterrupted, until they arrived at the wand shop, named after the owner. "Hello Minerva, yew, four inches, firm, perfect for transfiguration. It still works I take it?"
"Like the day I bought it Mr. Ollivander."
"Good good, now Mr. Potter here is looking for a wand now is he?" Harry nodded to the strange man, then his right hand snapped up and caught something heading towards him, which turned out to be a tape measure. "Oh, it looks like a new seeker is heading for Hogwarts Minerva, and a good one by the looks of it. Now let's see what we have here, try this one Mr. Potter." Taking the wand, it exploded into shards of wood the instant it touched his hand. "Oh! A challenge!" Taking back the wand, he handed of another, with the same result. This continued for several hours before Ollivander seemed to give up, muttering, "Looks like it's coming out of retirement…"
After a good twenty minutes he returned with a four-and-a-half foot white oak staff. Strange runes and designs curled around it, from the bottom tip all the way to the top where the wood spiraled out and around a glowing red gemstone. "Try this Mr. Potter; it should control that power…" Taking the staff, Harry felt a rush of energy and with a flash the stone went from blood red to cyan. "Well it seems we've found your wand, so to speak."
Harry snorted, "So much for avoiding attention." At this Ollivander smiled, "Push this rune here; this will however, diminish the strength of any cast spell by a factor of ten." He said pointing to one of the many runes, this one was shaped as a circle made of several small lines curving inward yet never touching another line. Pressing it, Harry watched as the staff shrank down to the size of a wand yet kept its general shape. The best way to disguise it would be to simply hold it backwards, "I suppose it's better than leaving it in its normal state."
*Huff* Dang that was a pain to write. I apologize for any spelling/grammatical errors, pointing them out will help me make the story better. So you guys finally learned "Harry's" true name though no one else knows, so keep it a secret! Next chapter will be his start as Hogwarts, so look forward to that. And before you all yell at me, yes Raul Menendez is a reference to the bad guy in the Call of Duty: Black Op II campaign, but only that. There will be no cross over with any of the CoD games, nor anything else as it will stay strictly in the Potter-verse, but I may slip in a few cameos here and there. Oh, and tell me about the staff thing. His excessive power will be explained later but I wanted to differ from the traditional "Wand brother of bad guy or super wand thing" so I removed the wand feature all together, but it felt a little iffy for me. And no, he did not get a pet. So, review, tell me how I did, blah blah blah see ya guys later!