Harry and the Americans (updated)

by Aurumlupus

An updated version of my previous work, with more space. I will post chapters on both the original and this one. :) please pm me if you have any good character ideas, and if i use them, i will give you credit for them :) Also, reviews are appreciated, so i can improve my writing style and work, to make a better experience for everyone who reads this. Thank you.

3. Chapter 3

Harry and the Americans 3

The SAS major nodded, and said, "I will pull the files on the muggle-borns, and start getting all the ones with military experience here to train, once we refresh their memories we will send them on to your location.

Josh nodded to the scarred SAS major, "Allright, now, we will need several things, I will give you the list, and then we will get to a location in London." Josh handed the major a piece of parchment with these words in a neat military typefont:

SMART board & accessories

Radio & television

Satphone

Armored vehicle

The major nodded, then motioned them to a long low building with the number 43 on the side. "You will be staying in the barracks, we will meet you at 0600 hours tomorrow to discuss your entry." The jet-lagged travelers made their way to their sleeping quarters and collapsed onto the bed.

Harry awoke the next morning to find Hermione curled around him. "Mmm" she purred, wrapping her arms around his chest, pressing her breasts into his back. Harry smiled slightly,

"Hermione, we need to get up." Harry said to his girlfriend

"Awww," she groaned. Harry helped her up, and together they got dressed. They raced down to the mess hall, where they found tea and oatmeal awaiting them. Josh was sitting, talking with Argentum, whetting a long wicked looking curved knife,(I am referring to a Gurka Kukri and if you do not know what that is, look it up). The Americans were drinking coffee while they talked (and sharpened, in the case of Josh) Harry and Hermione walked over to them.

"Good morning, you two." Argentum said.

"Morning" Harry yawned, while Hermione, who had nodded in greeting, sat down, and motioned Harry to sit down with her. As they ate, Harry looked over a list that the SAS major had dropped off, and he said, "We are going to need a place to train the muggleborn army, we do not want to draw attention to this area by a giant influx of people."

Hermione looked at him, "Well, don't you have a mansion in London, or that castle on the coast?" Harry paused for a minute, and then facepalmed. "Brilliant, Hermione!" Just then the SAS major came over and said," Mister Potter, we are ready to get you to London, if you will please board the airplane, we will get cracking." The two teens, accompanied by their six American friends/allies.

The specially marked Learjet owned by the Brits had been loaded with the gear that the Americans had requested and brought. As they boarded, Harry looked around and saw that the front of the plane was an arsenal of muggle weapons. Racks upon racks of M-16s, Barrett 50cals, MP-5s, Glocks, SIG SAUR p223-229s and boxes and boxes of ammo lined the walls, along with suits of body armor and field kits. Josh was thumbing shells into a magazine, which he slid into a short, black weapon that looked like an MP-5 except the clip was wider, and slightly thicker than that used to hold the 9mm usually used in the MP-5, and Josh pulled back the rack lever, chambering a long round, and harry noticed the engraving on the barrel, which read MP-44 H&K .44magnum. Josh expertly slotted in a foregrip with flashlight and laser sight mounted below the barrel, he checked the sighting on the 10x5 Leopold red-dot nightvis/infrared scope, then slung it onto his back. He then slotted twin colt m1911 .45 pistols into twin crossdraw holsters on his vest, and his knife sheath he belted onto his leg, in easy reach.

Argentum pulled back the bolt, checking her Kris vector submachinegun, then she screwed on a suppressor, and checked her red-dot sight as well. She slung it over her back, then checked the loads in her SIG .357 pistols, before thrusting them into their kydex holsters. Her two knives were slung crossways on her vest, to facilitate rapid drawing of the weapons.

Looking around, Harry and Hermione saw all the other Americans suiting up as well. Josh turned to them, "Here is the plan, we are landing at the London/Heathrow airport, as part of an SAS anti-terrorist drill, in which our friend, the major's unit is a part of. We will deploy through the embassy section, the one without metal detectors, and move through as if we were an anti-terror team, which we kind of are. We will then employ glamour charms to hide our equipment, we will proceed to a Suburban with the plates GLDAR564. Harry, you will give us the location of your mansion in London, where we will proceed. Once at that location, we will make contact with the Weaslys. Any questions?" Josh looked around, "No? Ok, Harry, Hermione, suit up, and be ready, we have forty minutes till boots on the ground."

SAS soldiers helped Harry and Hermione put on their gear, outfitting them with standard issue MP-5SD submachineguns, Beretta 9mm pistols, and the K-BAR combat knife, all mounted onto tactical webbing and gear. Last to be put on was the helmet, a black affair, with the insigna of a Wolf on the side. Harry donned his prescription sunglasses, and Hermione also donned mirrored wraparound sunglasses. They sat down next to the six Americans and Four SAS troopers they would be deploying with, all of them had a wolf painted on their helmets, and in the case of those that wore full face masks, a snarling wolf face painted over their entire face. "Sir, we are five minutes to land" came the pilot's voice over the intercom. "Ten four" Josh replied. The aircraft touched down, and the door slid open, the group jumping out and rolling, while the plane continued to taxi.

A BBC reporter and his cameraman were filming the drill for posterity, and he narrated the actions for his viewers. "And here comes the famous Wolf soldiers, deploying in a very interesting manner, this technique is used so that the plane cannot stay on the ground to get shot at. The Wolf force was the one that enacted the famous rescue of the famous star Evelyn Lynch from kidnappers four years ago." Behind him there were pops of gunfire, " they are using the sophisticated new paint training round that flys and acts like a real round, but instead of killing, it simply hurts and splatters the target with a paint marker." The newscaster held up a SiMuniton round. Just as behind him, a member of the British Royal Marines, playing the "bad guys" for the exercise, took a three round burst to the head from Josh's MP-44, and dropped to the ground, with red, white, and blue paint marks on his helmet. The BBC newscaster grabbed him and said," Sir, can you please state your name, and how you think the SAS is doing on their exercise?" The marine nodded, "I am Staff Sargent Laughlin, of the Seventh Royal Marines, playing the Bad Guys for this exercise. As you can see, I have been hit, and with a particular touch of irony, with the colors of the union jack. Right now the SAS is whopping our asses, and we have only taken down three of them. The deployment of the Wolf force will just ram us. We are down to about fifteen men out of a platoon last I checked, with about half a platoon's worth going to the wolves."

The newscaster thanked him, and the marine laid down and played dead. The film switched to the interior of the building, which showed the Wolf team moving forward, and the rapid pop-pop-pops of three-round bursts came through the speakers of the television. The Dursleys sat forward as they watched. Harry watched the man in front of him open up with an MP-5, and saw another "Bad Guy". He squeezed the trigger instinctively, and the weapon spat fire, and a line of red-white-and blue paint marks appeared on the target. "Tango down." Came the call over the radio. The Wolf team proceeded through the glass doors and out to the diplomatic parking lot. They all jumped into the black suburban, with one of the British SAS commandos driving. The glamor charms they put on their gear made them appear to be a group of High-Profile bodyguards, with their charge in tow, (which isn't far from the truth). They drove on, after Harry had given them the address. They pulled up to a large wrought-iron gate with the Potter family crest engraved upon it. The gates swung open on a command from Harry, and they drove up the wide stone lot, parking in front of the massive mansion.

The SAS and Americans deployed first, spreading out, having used transfiguration on the bullets in their weapons, transforming them into lethal total-metal-jacket hollowpoint rounds. Harry walked up to the hand-carved mahogany doors, and they opened at his touch. As they entered, they were met by a contingent of house-elves, all in neat uniforms, applauding as Harry entered. "Hellos, master Potter, we is so happy you has finally arrived. My name is Blinky sirs, and mams, and I is the head of the house elfs here." Harry, Hermione, and the rest of their contingent looked astonished. The house elves were all smiling, and They were almost dragged to the kitchen, where there was a feast on a large, well-polished mahogany table, and they were seated, and the house elves began to feed them, and they would not take no for an answer. "We is so happy to have master Harry Potter as our master! For all the potters are kind to their elves, and even gave us beaks, and payment, if wes be wanting it." Hermione gaped at them, with Harry and the rest of the contingent following the motion.

After the meal, Harry and Hermione got the guided tour of the building, while the SAS and WOLF force went to go secure the perimeter and set up an area for a cloaked Blackhawk to set down. Argentum raised her radio, and spoke to the silenced and invisible C-130 overhead, "Silent Eagle, This is Wolpack Alpha, you are cleared for supply drop." The loadmaster in the back of the cargo plane got the all clear from the pilot, then pushed out the following: One HMMWV, Four crates of tents, Fifteen boxes of blank uniforms, Twenty crates of assorted firearms, and fifteen boxes of body armor. "Packages delivered Wolfpack" came the call over Argentum's radio. Using NODs the ten soldiers watched the parachutes open and drift neatly into the walled in backyard of Harry's mansion.

The soldiers began to unpack the goods, setting up an army camp in the backyard, and preparing to train the Muggleborn soldiers as soon as they arrived.

Meanwhile, Harry and Hermione had been lead to the master bedroom (no joke intended there) and were watching out of the windows as the darkness settled in around the ten soldiers unloading gear. Once everything was set up, the ten commandos walked back into the mansion, and were shown to various rooms, where their spare gear and rucksacks were hung up neatly, and their dress uniforms pressed and polished. They fell into bed, taking a four hour lookout schedule, five on, five off.

While the soldiers were setting up for the night, Harry was helping Hermione wash her hair, and the rest of her body for good measure. Rubbing lead to kissing, which lead to snogging, which lead to lovemaking, with the moans and groans suppressed by the silencing wards around each bedroom, and bathroom. (someone was obviously thinking when they placed the wards on the house ;P). They "finished" up their shower, and then fell into bed, cuddling together, just for the sake of cuddling, with no fucking involved. (Hey, I ain't about too much smut in a fic, nor having some of my favorite characters turning into nymphos).

Meanwhile, in Voldemort's planning session in Malfoy manor: "What Do You Mean Harry Potter Has Disappeared From The Ministry's Tracking Methods?" Voldy whispered at the cowering man.

"ummm…wwell, hhe has nnot uused annny mmagic, bessuddes, the ttrace ha-has wworn o-off." The man stammered fearfully. "Wwe hhave ssearced t-the ent-entire i-island of Briton f-for hh-his magical ss-signature, aa-nd there iis nn-othing l-less than t-two weeks o-old."

"You have not checked the other countries, have you?" Voldemort said silkily.

"ssir, ttthe oother countries have severed all ties with the ministry, and declared a protocol, which officially made Britain magical government null and void until yyyou aare gggone." The man said fearfully.

Voldemort looked at the man, then spoke to is snake, Nagini, "Nagini, so, even if the rest of the world sees it, these foolish Britons do not, and once my victory is complete, these fools will bow to me." And, seemingly as an afterthought, he pointed is wand at the trembling man and whispered, "avada kedavra" and the man collapsed to the floor. "Drag this useless scum out of here, and find that boy!" Voldemort screamed at his minions, who were cowering in the shadows.