Chapter 04- Warfare Begins

Action, I think.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot of this story.

A/N: I've played around with the time lines somewhat. More fighting will come next chapter. As for the two month timeline, he was only learning combat spells and perfecting his fighting. No fancy high level magic. Simple as easy is sometimes the best.

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Two months later

"Congratulations, Mr. Potter. You've completed the program with outstanding results," Wells said. "You are now as ready as you ever will be to fight. Anything else you need to learn, you will need to learn as you go."

"Thanks," Harry said as he gathered his things. "So, I just go out there and fight? Nothing holding me here? No strings that will force me to stay with the Company?"

"There is nothing to hold you here with the Company," Wells said. "You're free to go where you please. Drink what you want to drink. Your life is now yours to do as you please with. They now know everything they can about the DNA infusion process and can start the testing on normal humans. They will want you to come in for checkups every once in a while to ensure that nothing has gone wrong, but I wouldn't worry too much about that. But now that you mention it, we'd like your permission to use your DNA for some experiments."

"Experiments? What kind of experiments are we talking about," Harry asked. "And why are you asking me? I'm sure they still have plenty of samples from when they poked me all those times before the infusions."

"Yes they do," Wells said. "Though their CEO has mandated a couple of directives that they must follow. One is to ensure that they have the permission of the subject before any testing is done. As for the experiments, just some further DNA testing. Your DNA is unique and they wish to continue further studies."

"I see," Harry said. "Well, you have my permission just as long as there is no cloning involved. I've heard several of the scientist talk about that and I don't really want two of me walking around. One is enough. And I would like to be kept updated on what they discover."

"You have my word that no cloning will be involved," he said. In fact, he knew for a fact that there would no cloning. There had already been several explosions when a wizard was cloned. The magic didn't react well to that.

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Weyland Industries Board Room

As Captain Wells stood before the board of Weyland Industries, he could only think of what lay ahead for the young man.

"Captain Wells, please report," asked a board member with white hair and glasses. "We'd all like to know the status of the subject. We've invested a large amount of money into this project, so we'd like to hear some good news."

"The experiments were a success," he said. "He has mastered everything we threw at him. They won't know what hit them when they meet on the field of battle."

"What about his current location and objectives," another asked.

"Mr. Potter has left to complete his mission to kill Tom Riddle," he answered. "It is also my belief that we may be able to convince him to join up once the he completes the job. And may I remind you that he was a volunteer test subject, not a prison lab rat on death row. His life is his own and the British government will not force him against his will to join anything. Be it the military or your corporation."

"If we can't get him with us, he is against us. The asset will need be liquidated."

"He is not a threat to you unless you make him one," Wells said. "He currently has no problems with you and has had a pleasant stay with your people. I see no reason for him to turn on you."

"That's fine," another one of the board members said before his colleague could get started again. That was a conversation that needed to be done without the captain around. "But what about the other project? What is its status?"

"He has agreed to allow us to use his DNA for any tests bar cloning that we want," he said. "The lab is already running a battery of tests on it as we speak. They hope to have results soon and start on the next phase of the project."

"Like it would matter," snorted the first board member. "It's not like he could stop us. He is…"

He was interrupted by the secretary announcing that their next appointment was waiting.

"Ms. Yutani is proving to be more trouble then she is worth," Charles Weyland said as he finally sat forward. "I grow tired of her offers to merge our companies. Hopefully several of the ventures I have planned will allow us to continue operating without worry."

"I wouldn't bet on stopping him if you turn him into an enemy," Wells said as if he didn't hear anything. "I've seen the reports of his training. He could wipe out the entire security team you have. The only way to stop him would be to bring in my men. Even then I don't think we can do it. And that would require you to notify the government. And I'm sure that they would be happy to know what you did to one of our citizens."

"You think you can bring him aboard," a female board member asked, "Really?"

"Yes," Wells agreed. "I can."

"Good," she said. "For both your sake and his, don't fail. I would hate to lose a valuable asset such as yourselves."

"You're dismissed," Weyland said while preparing himself for the coming confrontation with the Yutani CEO. She was a challenge, that was for sure.

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As Captain Wells left the building he knew that the young lad would have a difficult life ahead of him. The Company would not stop with him. They would attempt to take advantage of the powers of his kind. Those fools inside didn't know what they were messing with.

"Captain," a voice called out. "You have a moment?"

Looking over he saw Harry running towards him. "Yes, Mr. Potter?"

"I needed to ask you something about those scientists in there. What exactly are they doing in there? I can tell that something wasn't right."

"I don't know exactly what they have planned," Wells said after picking his words carefully, "But I do know that the scientists have no desire to work with magic. Your DNA is the only interest those scientists have in you."

"Thank you," Harry said. "I could tell that you couldn't say much inside. And those security men were always following me around and recording everything said or done around me."

Fighting with himself on whether he should give Harry the experimental injection he had stole as a bargining chip for the future, his conscience won out. "Harry, I have something for you. I took it with the plans of using to buy my freedom if things ever went south, but I think you could use it better then me. And you don't have to worry about it interacting with magic. It will work just fine."

"What is it," Harry asked as he looked at the needle in Captain Wells hand.

"It's an experimental nano-bot program that they are working on for the military. Once the nano-bots enter your body, they spread out and fix anything wrong with it. Then they create what you might call a type of organic computer in your head that will enable you remember anything and learn faster."

Taking the needle, "Why are you giving this to me?"

"I'm afraid that you will need every advantage you can get to survive the future and I'm not just talking about your Dark Lord. And whether you take it or not is up to you. But be warned. It's still in the experimental stages. It might have some effects that we don't know about."

"That you," Harry said as he put the needle in his coat pocket. He would use it as soon as he got somewhere private.

As Harry started to walk away, Wells called out, "Harry…Once you finish your mission, go far away from here. And don't look back."

"What?" Harry asked in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"I can't say more about it," he said as he looked around. "But you will not be safe here. They have plans…plans that you will not like. That is all I can say. Goodbye Mr. Potter."

"Aren't you staying here?" Harry asked.

"I believe that I'm going to take my leave of this place," he said. "Maybe spend some time with my family. Happy hunting."

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One week later

"Bella, go to Malfoy Manor and collect the new recruits," Voldemort said as read over the reports on the last mission. "It's time for the next generation to take their place among our ranks. We are not as strong as we were during my first rise and weakness cannot be tolerated. Sooner or later, the other side will take advantage of any weakness we have."

"As you command my lord," Bella said as she bowed. With that, she strode quickly to the apparation point.

"Lucius, I need you take a squad of Death Eaters and recover something for me," Voldemort said as he withdrew an envelope. "Here are your instructions. Don't fail."

"At once my lord," Malfoy Sr. said as he rose from the ground.

Watching Malfoy leave, he turned to the corner, "Wormtail."

"Yes, master," a short, balding man scampered over. His likeness to a rat was uncanny, even in human form. "How may I be of service today?"

"I need news of the old fool," Voldemort hissed. "I need to know what he is planning. What he is teaching the boy."

"As you command, my lord."

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Malfoy Manor

"Listen up," Bellatrix barked out as she stared at the children of her fellow Death Eaters. "This is the most glorious occasion in your lives. You will take your place as one of the Faithful. Today, you shall become what the weak fear. Today, you shall learn of true power."

Seeing that they were all following her speech, she continued. "The Dark Lord is waiting for your vows of obedience. When you approach the Dark Lord, you will bow as one. Once he has given you permission to rise, you will then be led through the oath by a senior Death Eater. You will then be taken on a mission to prove your worth. Any who fail their mission will be executed on the spot. Is that understood?"

"Yes," they all chorused.

"Good," she said as turned to the door. "Don't forget it or it will be your lives that you pay with."

Before she could turn the handle, the door exploded in a storm of splinters.

"Greetings Bella," a voice said from within the doorway. "Fancy meeting you here. I just happened to take a stroll on my first night out on the town and fancy coming across Malfoy Manor. I felt I had to stop by and let Narcissa know that there aren't any hard feelings. I know her husband has tried to kill me and her son is a moron, but I just can't help but feel sorry for her."

"Who…POTTER," she snarled as she pulled her wand. "Bringing you to my lord will cement my place as my lord's favorite."

"If you say so," Harry said, smiling. "Though, I'm afraid that you'll not be amongst the living much longer."

"Recruits, kill him. Prove your worth."

"Stupefy," Malfoy yelled as he jumped to the front of the group. "You'll die Potter. I'll be sure of that."

"She said kill, not knock me out," Harry taunted as he dodged Malfoy's spell. Rolling to avoid another spell, he returned one of his one, "Reducto."

Malfoy couldn't jump away fast enough and took the brunt of the spell to his left leg.

"Ouch, that's got to hurt," Harry smirked. "Hope you don't have a dance tonight you need to attend."

"Petrificus Totalus," Parkinson yelled. "You'll pay for that."

"Protego," Harry whispered. "I can't believe the Dark Lord wants these morons for followers. She said kill me, not capture me. How many times do you all have to be told? If this is the best he has, then why am I even here?"

"Let's see you dodge this," a female voice said, "Langlock."

"Wow," Harry said as he dived to the ground. "I actually had to dodge that. Not sure what it was, but congratulation. Might I have the name of the first to die tonight?"

"Davis. Tracey Davis," she said.

"Hmmm," Harry mused as he threw another couple spells at Malfoy's bodyguards as they tried to remove him from the room. "I don't seem to remember you."

"That's what you get for your bigoted views," she challenged. "You pass up the chance for real friendships."

"With friends like you, who needs enemies," he shot back. "I think I'd rather get stabbed in the front instead of the back. That is how Slytherins like to do it, right?"

"If you only knew," she said, "Incendio. Stay still!"

"Aguamenti," he said as the stood tall. "I'm not even moving as fast as I can. You'll have to do better than that. I've been burned by worse than that." Looking around, most of the others had fled leaving Malfoy in the corner, Bellatrix crawling towards the door, and Davis in front of him. "Davis, tell me something. Why are you so willing to serve someone who by your standards is unclean? At least both of my parents where magical."

""What," she said in confusion. Lowering her wand slightly, she said, "What are you talking about? The Dark Lord will protect us from the muggles and muggle-born who are destroying our world."

"The Dark Lord is a half-blood like me," Harry said. Looking over at where Bellatrix had been, he only saw some blood. And it looks like she took Jr. also. "Damn, she escaped. I'll get her next time."

"He can't be," she stuttered. "He's the only way that our world will survive."

"Survive?" he asked. "Your way is dying. In a few generations, Pure-bloods will be extinct."

"You're lying," she cried out as her magic broke every window in the room. "That won't be how it ends. We won't die out. "Confringo."

Throwing his wand up, "Protego horribilis."

"Stand still," she cried. "Just die."

"Wow," he breathed. "I didn't know you had it in you, Davis. Malfoy, I've always pegged him as the type to run after his cover is blown…actually, I've pegged most Slytherins like that. You on the other hand seem to charge head first, rather like a lion. I've got an offer for you. One that you can't pass up."

"What could you offer me," she said, breathing deeply. While her knowledge of spells was good, her strength was rather low at the moment. "If the Purebloods are at an end as you say, what could you possibly offer me? And why would you lower yourself to help me?"

"A chance at life," he said. "You are obviously knowledgeable at spells. Your power is better than average. Join with me and I'll guarantee that you are protected for the most part. I can't say that you'll survive the war, but I can say that you won't face the courts afterward."

"Why should I trust you," she yelled. "What would stop you from turning on after you win?"

"You don't know if I will or won't," he said. "I could kill you in five seconds or five months. Or never. You'll just have to trust me."

"What is it that convinces you that the Purebloods will die out?" she asked. "What makes you so sure?"

"Look at how many Purebloods are being born each year compared to the number of Muggle-born and halfbloods. Look at how powerful some of the Muggle-borns are and how weak some of the Purebloods are. The world is changing and will not allow itself to be stopped. You can only go with it or be left behind."

"And what guarantee do I have that you aren't lying about this." she asked. Truthfully, she knew he was right. Her parents had seen the signs and refused to marry her off to a Pureblood in an arranged marriage. They left it to her to decide on who to marry."

"You'll just have to come with me and find out for yourself," he said. "And while you are thinking on it, think about this. How many times have I faced the Dark Lord? How many times have I walked away alive? How many times should I have died when I lived? Think about that for a while."

Already knowing what she was going to decide, she said, "If I even get the idea that you are going to turn on me, I'll kill you while you sleep. And I'll be keeping my wand. I'll not be taking the chance if you get it in your head to have some fun."

"Welcome aboard, Davis," he whispered as he walked towards the exit. "Welcome to the Revolution."

While he didn't get to kill Bellatrix, he did get a shot at Malfoy. He didn't think that Malfoy was going to be in any shape to fight for a while. And that was worth it. And then there was Davis. While he never planned on anyone joining him, he couldn't help it to see where she stood and it worked. It seemed that even she didn't truly believe in all Pureblood nonsense that she spouted. She was afraid of Muggles and of losing her place in the world. And she did what any creature did when afraid. Attack. She would bare watching but it might work out in the end.

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Voldemort's Throne Room

"My Lord," Bellatrix cried as pushed the doors open. "It was an ambush. We were attacked while in the Manor."

"What's the meaning of interrupting me," he bellowed. He had been working on a new spell that should keep that blasted bird from aiding Dumbledore. "You aren't supposed to be back with the new recruits for another hour."

"It was an ambush," she said again, breathing hard. "It was Potter, my lord. He attacked us without warning. We never had a chance. One of the recruits is missing, and fifteen are injured. Including my nephew. He's lost his leg."

"I'm disappointed in you, Bella," he said after a moment. "I send one of my best for a simple mission and they fail. Defeated by a boy. Maybe I should've sent Crabbe or Goyle? At least they would have had an excuse of why they failed me."

"I'm sorry my lord," she cried out. "I won't fail you again."

"Crucio," he whispered. "Be sure that you don't. For I won't be as merciful next time. I've given you plenty of chances of proving your worth and all you seem to do is fail me. What kind of messages does this send to the lower ranks that one of my Inner Circle is failing?"

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End Chapter 04

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Edited on 04-02-11