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Gracealma, Tommy-boy will be facing one insignificant little problem in going after Harry... Namely, Harry is too far away. Mid-Childa away.
Xamusel - Gamma 11, no, there is another route opening for him, and he will be rather properly persuaded into taking in via gunboat diplomacy.
Sakura Lisel, No, there definitely will be those who think that if you can't use a wand, you're a squib. But, no, neither Harry nor even Dumbledore are among those. The problem is, Dumbledore chose the worst possible time to be truthful (there is really no way for him to know how much time developing the cure for Harry's condition will take) and the worst possible words to tell Harry about it. And let's not forget that Harry himself is plentifully stressed already, thanks to the discovery of his magic having changed. Thus,... well, Harry now indeed thinks that Dumbledore thinks of him as a squib.
ultima-owner, TSAB isn't above using gunboat diplomacy. And they can be persuasive. Hell, the title of the story should give you the answer ;)

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Special thanks to Lupine Horror for his help in polishing the idea and the chapters.

Bureau Agent Potter
chapter III: Close encounter of the third kind

Harry sat still as a statue as the mysterious ball of light floated towards him: while it didn't look like it would attack at a bare possibility, one could never be sure... Thankfully, this particular magical construct proved to be quite harmless as after just a few seconds it disappeared without a trace. It all was almost like he had hallucinated the whole thing... Yes, that probably was the case, the young Potter though. With a sigh, he returned his gaze onto the ground, completely missing a semi-transparent brownish barrier surrounding the area...

What he couldn't have missed, was a glowing greenish magical circle – of the same color as that ball of light not a minute earlier, actually – appearing roughly fifteen feet in front of him... And unlike his own one, this magical circle was really a circle, though it did have more concentric rings and squares inscribed in it.

Then there was a flash of light, and a man stepped out of – presumably his – magical circle. He was fairly tall, but also didn't look like he belonged to any race Harry could recognize. And he had naturally-light-blue hair! He was dressed into a deep-blue military uniform with somewhat-bulky white chest armor and shoulder straps over it. Finally, in his hands this man was holding what looked like magical staff, but of decisively-futuristic design.

The two of them stared at each other for a few long seconds. Then the man raised his staff and pointed it at the young Potter.

"Ring bind!" The man intoned, and the gem near the tip of the staff glowed for a brief moment. Then, four rings of greenish light appeared around the green-eyed teen's limbs, making it impossible for him to move. "You are under arrest for possessing and using class L restricted object. Do not resist and you will be given a chance to defend yourself in front of the authorities."

"What the..." Harry began, but a wide strip of magically-created light appeared across his mouth, gagging him. His captor lowered his staff.

"You will have your chance to speak later. Be silent now." Just as he finished saying that, another magical circle, this time carmine in color, appeared next to him. And a moment later, another man in similar uniform and with a similar-looking futuristic staff in his hands stepped out of it. While this one had more natural-looking short brown hair, his race was still as unguessable as the one of his apparent partner. "The holder of the Lost Logia is captured, private first class Belta!" Harry's captor said while giving a salute.

"Good job, private Cynos." The newly-arrived man responded, returning the salute. Then he created a holographic screen out of the thin air. Apparently, this was some sort of a videophone as the young Potter could see yet another man in these deep-blue uniforms – though this one wasn't wearing any armor – with something that looked like a spaceship bridge from a sci-fi movie in the background. "Captain!" Belta said while he and his partner saluted to their superior. "We have secured the holder of the Lost Logia and are ready to transfer him." The man on the other end of the video-bridge nodded.

"Good job, private first class Keigo Belta, private Makoto Cynos. You have the permission to transfer to "Leto". Warrant officer Hoshido and sub lieutenant Jazz will meet you in the bay." The captain, replied. The holographic screen then disappeared. The apparently-magical soldier who had captured him, Makoto was his name, picked Harry up and walked into the magical circle his partner had meanwhile created. Then the world the young Potter was seeing dissolved in a flash of light.

When Harry could see again – which was maybe just a couple of seconds later – he no longer was in the Burgess park. Or, if what he could see out of the large panoramic window on the left could be believed, no longer on the surface of the Earth. He was now inboard of a spaceship hundred times bigger than 'Mir' space station. And this spaceship was currently lazily floating high above the surface of the planet... His further thoughts were interrupted when two of the spaceship's officers approached his captors.

One of those two was a huge bald man with tanned skin. Sub lieutenant Jazz, or whatever the ship's captain had called him, judging by his shoulder straps. Accompanying him there was a noticeably more petite woman with flaming-crimson hair made into two tight buns on the sides of her head. Like the rest of the ship's crew, she wore the deep-blue uniform, though she also had a white doctor's coat thrown over it.

"He looks like a stray wind can break him." Jazz observed as Harry's captors saluted to him. "Are you sure that he really is the one in possession of the Lost Logia, privates?"

"Yes, sir!" Both of them replied simultaneously. Then Makoto, who was the one to really capture Harry, continued: "My device does register a powerful signature within his body. And it is way too powerful to be his linker core." The bald sub lieutenant eyed the captured green-eyed teen for a few seconds, before sighing in acceptance.

"Very well, let's get him to the briefing room and get all of the information about whom he is working for out of him." Then he muttered something about the fact that he should have already been home a few days ago as he turned around and began stalking away, soon disappearing from Harry's view behind automated doors... Presumably, that man was heading to the room where his interrogation would held.

The privates, who were still holding the young Potter, began towing him after their superior, while the red-haired doctor-woman quietly followed them, keeping a small distance of a few steps between them. After being dragged along the spaceship's corridors for a couple of minutes, the green-eyed Earthling was brought to a surprisingly large room with a long table able to fit at least twenty men in its center. Sub lieutenant Jazz was already there, sitting at the head of that table with a couple of holographic displays hovering in front of him.

"Drop him somewhere and remove the gag – if I am to interrogate him, he must be able to talk." The bald officer barked. After giving a cry of 'Aye, sir!', the privates that had captured him, brought Harry to one of the chairs at the center of the table dropped him onto it rather unceremoniously. Then they made a step back – with their staffs drawn – and Makoto made the magical gag in the green-eyed teen's mouth disappear into nothingness.

"What in the Merlin's name is going on!" The dark-haired teen cried out immediately. "Where am I and what gives you lot the right to just abduct me?!" No, he remembered his captor telling something about possessing and using some sort of a forbidden item, but he didn't care about that right now. The men in the blue uniforms shared glances with each other, as if communicating telepathically.

"You've been arrested for possessing and using class L restricted object." Lieutenant baldy growled. "My privates have already told you this, so don't play stupid with us." Letting out a sigh, he continued: "Now, depending on how much you cooperate with us, you might end up in the rehab program or be sent to one of the orbital prisons 'till you die there." Another pause, which the man used to glare at Harry. "So... What were you doing with that Lost Logia?"

"What's Lost Logia?" The young Potter shot back without really thinking. But that simple question had stunned his interrogator into the silence for a good ten seconds.

"Don't fuckin' joke with me, punk!" Jazz roared, slamming his hands against the table as he stood up. It looked like he was about to come at the still-magically-bound green-eyed teen, but was stopped when the red-haired 'doctor' spoke.

"It might be hard to believe, but this boy genuinely believes in not knowing what you are talking about." The 'doc' woman said. Turning his head around to look at his savior for the moment, Harry noticed that right now she had some strange shades covering her eyes that she wasn't wearing before. And judging by flashing lights on the lenses, those shades were not just a cool accessory.

"What are you talking about, Aoko?" Jazz turned his attention to the coat-wearing woman. "Every fuckin' trainee mage in the TSAB knows what Logia are since like the first fuckin' day of their training! I refuse to believe that someone who actually possesses one doesn't know what it fuckin' is!" His shouting didn't seem to phase Aoko, though.

"You know as well as I do that anyone can make mistakes, Jazz." She replied. "But as far as I can tell, he is not lying about not knowing about Logia. Also, my Prüferbrille tells me that his linker core is greatly underdeveloped. He cannot be a trained mage, despite having the Logia literally stuck in his chest." The bald lieutenant sighed as he retook his seat.

"Fine. But you'll do the explaining." He grumbled while crossing his arms on his chest. "You're the scientist here. I just kick asses."

"Very well." Aoko replied. Then she turned to look at Harry, who, despite the situation, was quite interested in what the red-haired woman had to say. After all, apparently, she knew something about the gem that was stuck in his chest. "Lost Logia is the collective name for the number of ancient magical relics of great power." She explained. "At the moment at least three hundreds of them have been documented, but still more are to be found. Some of them are passive and rather harmless if kept out of the villains' hands, but there also are some that can cause catastrophes on their own should they awaken." Upon hearing that, Harry instinctively looked down at his chest.

"Oh." He breathed out.

"Don't worry." The red-haired scientist reassured him. "According to scans done by my colleague aboard of this very vessel, the one in your, let's say, possession is neutrally-aligned, and it's not all that powerful one too. It still contains the power beyond what any mage can reasonably have on their own, but it won't – I dunno – go off and randomly start an apocalypse like some other might."

"That's nice to know..." The young Potter said. He didn't fancy the thought of carrying a magical equivalent of an armed nuke in his body.

"Now then, tell us where you got the thing from?" The sub lieutenant Jazz said, directing a threatening glare at the still-magically-bound Earthling.

"Well... Um... I fell on it." Harry replied as he did as best of a shrug as he could with his limbs still restrained, while also looking like an innocence incarnate. His interrogator, though, didn't seem to like the answer, but, once again, the bald man was stopped by 'doctor' Aoko.

"He isn't lying as far as I can tell, so chill out." She said.

"I still don't believe him." Jazz shot back. "He must be hiding something. Logia don't just lie scattered on the ground down there, do they?" A glare directed at the young Potter told him that he should be quiet for now... There was a pretty long silence, during which the two officers kept communicating telepathically. "Hoshido-san and I are going to consult with the captain." The bald sub lieutenant finally said. "You two will be guarding the brat. And if he as much as moves from his place, I will have you cleaning the toilets at the space prison for the rest of your careers." With those words he stood up and marched out of the room with the red-haired warrant officer hurrying after him.

Maybe fifteen or so minutes later, the two of them returned. With the sub lieutenant looking none too happy – not that he appeared to be a cheerful individual to being with... The red-haired 'doctor', on the other hand, seemed to be quite smug about something.

"It seems that you are quite lucky today, brat." Jazz barked. "Captain decided to believe this woman over there and agreed that unless proven otherwise, you are not a part of some Logia-collecting terrorist organization." Turning to the two privates that had been standing behind Harry all this time, he ordered: "Release the bindings on him." The young Potter felt the his two guards move and a moment later the rings of light around his limbs disappeared, allowing him to move them again.

"Does this mean I can go home now?" The green-eyed teen asked then, while warming up his a little bit numb – hey, being unable to move for an hour would do that! – arms and legs. The 'doctor' was the one to give his question an answer, and, unfortunately, it wasn't the answer Harry wanted to hear.

"I'm afraid, it all isn't that simple." She said. "Now that you are connected to Lost Logia, it won't just go away. And, what's more, because of that, you will become a target of various people wishing to use you to further their own agendas." Here, she let out a sigh. "I won't even sugar-coat things by saying that we're much different. TSAB – that would be 'Time-Space Administration Bureau' – too would like to have your power on its side. The greatest difference between us and the rest of the Logia hunters you will no doubt meet is that we guarantee to pay you fairly for your efforts in assisting us in money, goods as well as in our support and protection."

Harry let out a sigh. While he really hoped that they'd let him go and his life would return to whatever could be called a norm for him... But he also understood that the chances of that happening were slim: he had been abducted by a group of magic users in possession of a freaking spaceship after all. And now that it was actually confirmed that he wasn't returning to Earth anytime soon – even if he tried to flee, these people had already proven themselves capable of catching him – all he could do was gathering as much information about what was in the future for him as he could.

"Assuming that I accept the offer... What is going to happen to me?" He asked.

"Well..." Once again, it was warrant officer Aoko Hoshido who was giving him the answers. "Once this case is resolved, you will be brought to the TSAB HQ. And from there... Well, the chances are, you will be placed into the care of Magitek Research Department attached to the Infinite Library in the Main Office. Tactical Instructor Corps taking you in is another possibility..." She made a small pause. "I'm sorry to say that, but whether you want it or not, thanks to that artifact in your chest, military-related professions are the only careers available to you in the foreseeable future." Then, tilting her head to the side slightly, she added with a small smile: "But, at least, the pay is good, and in a decade or so, you will be able to retire and pick some other job to do."

"I see..." Harry replied with a sigh. Under any other circumstances he'd tell them that Dumbledore won't permit it, but he was quite sure that even the Hogwarts headmaster wouldn't be able to get him out of the spaceship gone beyond the Earth's orbit. If they wanted to take him by force, there was nothing that could stop them... Not that they were all that bad, despite handling him quite roughly in the beginning; joining them might be one of the better options... Even if he'd rather stay on Earth.

"Well, brat, what are you going to say?" The sub lieutenant's voice tore the young Potter out of his thoughts. "Are you going with us or what?"

"Fine." Like he had a choice, the green-eyed teen thought... "But may I at least collect my things and send out a few letters to my friends telling them that I'm moving out and they shouldn't look for me? And it's not like I will be able to run away from you – you've shown already that can capture me if you want to." Harry pushed. The people in the room shared a look.

"That seems reasonable enough." 'Doctor' Aoko said after a few seconds. "Though, the captain will have the final word in it, I'm sure, you will get his permission. Should I ask him now?" She asked then. The young Potter nodded. Returning the nod, the red-haired scientist once again left the room.

While she was gone, the green-eyed teen couldn't help but think about the ways his life was going to change... Soon, he will leave the Earth, likely forever. And the chances were, he'd never be able to speak to or even write to his friends there. He'll miss them dearly. He'll miss his chess games with Ron, and Hermione bugging them with doing their homework on time... He'll miss the rest of Gryffindors, and his professors... And Hogwarts, he'll definitely miss it. It had been his home for the last two years, after all... Hell, he might even miss Malfoy and his goons annoying him!

'Doctor' Aoko returning to the room pulled Harry out of his thoughts. "Captain agreed to give you a few hours to finish your businesses on the planet. Do you want to do that now, or would you rather do it in a few hours, when the night is over?"

"I'd rather do it in the morning... I'm kinda tired now." Harry said after thinking for a few moments. Plus, since he'd be taking Hedwig with him, he'll need to use post office in the Diagon alley, and it didn't open until eight in the morning. Speaking of his beautiful snowy owl... "Will there be any problems if I bring my pet here? – There will be no one left to take care of her when I leave my place." He asked then – there was no way he was not taking her with him. The red-haired warrant officer in a lab coat shrugged.

"Unless it's something deadly or dangerous, I can't see why not." She replied.

"No, nothing like that... It's just... She is an owl." Harry said.

"An owl?" 'Doctor' Aoko asked in surprise as the lights began flickering behind the lenses of her shades. "It's... a very unusual pet..." She said finally. "But I don't think there will be any problems with her being aboard "Leto". We always do have some kind of a meat on the table, so she will have something to eat until we arrive to HQ."

"Alright. Thank you." The young Potter replied.

"Shall I guide you to the room you will be staying for now?" The red-haired woman asked then. Receiving a nod from the green-eyed teen, she began guiding him out of the briefing room, but a call from the sub lieutenant stopped them in the doors.

"It should be around midnight by your time, right now." The bald man stated. "We will be waking you up in six hours, brat, so get as much rest as you can. You are on the ship belonging to Dimensional Navy, so you will behave like a proper member of the crew. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir!" Harry replied on automate. Apparently, that was the correct answer, as Jazz nodded, thus telling him and Aoko that they could continue on their way to wherever they were going... When they were some distance away from the briefing hall, the red-haired 'doctor' spoke:

"While you can be assured that Jazz will have you woken up when he said he will, do you want to write those letters you wanted to send to you friends now? I imagine, tomorrow will be a very busy day for you." She asked.

"Yeah. That would be quite helpful." Harry agreed. Then, he remembered that so far he had seen people inboard of this spacecraft using only holographic displays. "You have... paper, right?" He asked.

"Yes. I will bring some to you room." Was Aoko's response, which made the young Potter let out a sigh of relief... Soon enough, the red-haired 'doctor' stopped in front of an automatic door that looked no different from any other in this corridor "Here it is, the room you will be staying in till we arrive to HQ." She said, while pressing the button, thus making the door open.

The room was quite small. Then again, it was a personal room inboard of a spaceship, so that could easily be forgiven... Occupying almost entire right side of the room there was a single raised bed with a few cabinets under it. And behind the bed, at the far end of the room, there was a very narrow wardrobe, probably big enough to fit just two or three sets of uniforms. The other side of the room had a small table with just digital clock sitting on it and a chair. And that was all.

"Get yourself comfortable. I'll go get you the paper and something to write with." Aoko said. Then, after thinking for a few seconds, she added: "The toilet and the showers are down the corridor at the very end." Nodding, Harry stepped into the room which he will be staying in the foreseeable future. Since all that he had at the moment were the clothes on his back and the contents of his pockets – nothing to fill the cabinets or wardrobe with – he just sat on the chair besides the table and waited for the 'doctor' to return, while his thoughts once again wandered towards his soon-to-left-behind friends... The woman returned a few minutes and handed him a few sheets of paper and a rather futuristic pen.

"Thank you." The young Potter said. But the red-haired 'doctor' waved her hand telling him to think nothing of it. Then she left the room, pressing the button to close to door on her way out. Sighing deeply, Harry stared at the sheets of paper he still held in his hands.

He now needed to write letters to Hermione, Ron and professor Dumbledore – now to think of it, one to professor McGonagall as well – telling them that he was leaving and that they shouldn't even look for him. And he needed to do that without ever mentioning the Magitek users with a freakin' spaceship that had ...persuaded him to come with them to whatever location their HQ was... These would, without any doubts, be some very hard letters to write...

He also needed to do something about his Earthly possessions... After all, he highly doubted that he'll be allowed to take anything but bare minimum with him. So, his broom and his books would have to stay on the planet. His half-completed summer homework too... And then there was the matter of his gold at Gringotts... Harry doubted that these people would accept magical currency, so if he wanted some seed money, he'd better convert his galleons into something that could be traded for goods or local currency anywhere...

But, anyway, tomorrow, like 'doctor' Hoshido had said, would be a busy day, and he needed to get some rest for it. So, he no thinking about anything but composing the letters. With that thought in mind, Harry got to 'work'...

Dear professor Dumbledore,
I'm terribly sorry about this, but it looks like I won't be returning to Hogwarts, neither this year, nor in the future. An opportunity turned up, and I'm moving out of the country to a place far and far away...

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