Chapter 6: Unforgivable
AN: This will not be a story where Harry will snap his fingers and a death eater will fall over dead, the inner circle of the death eaters is made up of those worthy of holding their position with wand and with power.
A cold chill blew through the Carpathian mountains as Harry pulled his winter coat tighter around him, his warming charm barely took the edge off as a fresh layer of snow fell from the sky. Today was the day he took his final test, on his right was Agent Rodgers so far he hadn't shown a sign of being affected by the chill April air, on his left was General Mathews the elderly man was hidden beneath many layers of clothes as he watched the meeting a quarter kilometer away through the scope of a sniper rifle. Behind the group of three was transport helicopter with who Harry guessed was Mrs. Flamel also bundled up and a dozen soldiers of the SAS, to protect the group, like the general she had a sniper rifle resting across chest.
The others slipped from his mind as he looked through his binoculars, a quarter of kilometer and fifty meters due south of their position was his target. UDM37 and UDM64 was meeting with UDM71 for some kind of payoff, the particulars were a bit confusing. UDM37 head of the Goyle family and UDM71 lady wife of the Nott family were paying off UDM71 a viral monstrosity by the name Fenrir Grayback, the deal had something to do with making sure their kids would not ever be meeting with the monster known as Grayback, If he was such a problem just kill him.
For another ten minutes the targets continued their meeting before Harry felt a tap on his shoulder signaling him to get his mission under way. Thankfully his mission tonight was one of minimal casualties and maximum damage, the sight of a dozen men with bestial appearances moving around the parameter some carrying wands others carrying AK47 all of them with the mark of a half moon burned into their cheeks signifying them as soldiers in moon soldiers clan. As the men moved about he also noticed that several of them had six point stars tattooed into their other cheek signifying them as under bosses of the clan as well. Yes fifteen against one was not great odds.
Pooling his magic within him, Harry silently apperated to a rock ledge over the plateau and stayed as still and silent as possible as his PPK slid into his hand, his other hand glowed a light yellow as he prepared to fire off a series of piercing curses in case they saw him. Harry took a breath as he strained to hear any sound of them noticing them, after ten second the all clear came over his ear piece.
Fresh snow fall concealed him more as he belly crawled across the small ledge, his position kept him down wind of the beasts concealing him more. His current position put him about three meters above the meeting and well within hearing range, unable to move closer without revealing himself Harry slid his hand in to his over coat and grabbed a tube cam out of his coat he slid the tube through the snow and hit the record button. Tapping his throat mic he reported in, "Eyes on target, everything coming in clear."
"Crystal," A female voice answered over the com he had never heard before.
"Harry hold still," Agent Rodgers ordered swiftly as he cocked his rifle.
Never was a their a more needed order as one of the the werewolves jumped up on the ledge and sat upon the rock Harry was laying next to. The barrel of his AK was less the three inches from Harry's back as the man fell back and relaxed on the rock, the snow continued to fall keeping Harry completely concealed from sight. Harry remained completely still too scared to even breath as he prayed that his life was not about to end before he had a chance to enjoy it.
Back at the helicopter Agent Rodgers was going spare as he sighted down his rifle at the meeting his finger was pressed tight to the trigger as he prayed for a miracle. Their female companion took up a fire stance beside him and sighted down the meeting next to him, she reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder giving him a gentle squeeze. Her gentle touch helped center him as he let out a ragged breath, one wrong move on anyone's part and Harry would be cut in half by the assault rifles spray.
Seconds felt like hours as everyone waited on baited breath for the meeting to end. All they could do was wait and listen in the meeting.
'And I told you Grayback, Lucius wants your cooperation or he wants your head as a piss pot, your choice.'
'Watch your words bitch or I will let my boys try out English pureblood.'
'These orders come from our lord,'
'Voldemort is dead and gone and I bow to no one, boy's return to headquarters.'
As one all of the werewolves activated their portkeys and disappeared from sight leaving the two purebloods, with the beasts gone Harry let out a breath he had been holding for over a minute as he pulled his PPK only to receive a message over the com, 'Agent Potter, change of orders capture the woman I want to know everything she knows, respond.' Harry sighted down the barrel as he prepared to leap, "Authorization code." The man was like his uncle large and with the look of a bully, Harry would need to take him hard and fast. 'Alpha 1 5 0 7 Zulu Niner, Confirm.' Harry let out a sigh and gave his affirmative, "Change of orders acknowledged." Harry responded as he shifted slightly, the woman looked like the type to rabbit at the first sign of trouble. Taking him without the benefit of surprise would be more challenging but Harry wasn't the type to back away from a challenge.
Taking a breath then releasing it Harry rushed two steps to the ledge and leaped into the air he slammed into the woman's back with force of speeding truck his forearm slamming her in the ribs with enough force to fracture two of them. Amplifying his strike with a banishing charm the woman was knocked ten feet into the air only to find her impromptu flight stopped when she slammed in to a boulder knocking her unconscious.
Turning with his wand drawn the Gregory Goyle Sr. was not the sharpest knife in drawer but even he could tell something was wrong when his partner for this parlay went flying into a rock. "What in the name of Merlin," He screamed as he watched the heavily clothed muggle roll in to a fighting stance and point something metal at him, Incindio, he roared out unleashing a wave of fire at his enemy.
"Mother fu..." Harry yelled as he rolled out of the way, only stopping himself from swearing as Sarah made it clear that just because the older boy used bad language didn't mean he was allowed to. Only reflexes honed by years of dodging allowed him to avoid the deadly flames, at least it did warm him up a bit. As he dodged he whipped his arm across casting a tripping jinx at the man that sent him tumbling to the ground, he thrust his arm forward and fired off a piercing curse hoping to catch the man unaware.
Goyle Sr. snapped up a shield as he rolled his body trying to avoid the curse, his shield was a moment to late but his roll allowed him to take the hit to his shoulder and not his chest. The bigger man was on his feet a moment before Harry and slashed his wand at him, no spell flew from his wand as Harry raised his handgun ready to put a bullet in the man's head when a rock struck the gun knocking it from his hand.
Both fighters circled each other for a moment before Harry thrust his hands together before him firing of the same flame throwing curse that the bigger man used on him earlier. Goyle snapped off with a freezing winds charm blocking Harry's curse, his follow up curse a cruciatus curse missed Harry by a breath as the boy ducked low dodging the worst of the freezing winds.
Moving into a quick spin Harry thrust his hands forward with every spin moving left and right with each spin to making him a smaller target as he fired of a rapid fire stream of burning welts curses, moving a bit closer with each step while forcing the larger man to defend.
A dozen curses slammed into his shield in as many seconds, Goyle Sr. suddenly dropped his shield and took a hit to his hand as he fired of a ice spear, trying to end the fight now. Harry threw up a shield as he tried to dodge the unexpected attack but his foot slipped on a rapidly refreezing ground and only partially dodged his shield was punctured but misdirected the ice spear, only cutting a long gouge against his chest instead of impaling him.
Harry stumbled back only to be hit by a banisher to the chest that sent him flying across plateau only to stop a few short inches from the edge. Harry let out a ragged breath as tried to regain his footing even as he could feel the booted steps of the man coming closer as he laughed with malicious glee.
Back on the cliff Agent Rodgers was going spare at the sight of his young ward being beaten so soundly, his finger was pressed tight against the trigger ready to fire, "Ma'am I have a shot please let me take it." He pleaded as he watched Harry try to rise, the man's file played through his mind as he tracked his every step.
"No," She ordered harshly, her voice softened as she continued, "No soon Harry will be at a place where he will have to stand on his own, have faith in him."
Words wouldn't come as he watched and prayed for a miracle to save Harry, all he knew was that he would put a bullet in the man's head and violate a direct order if it kept Harry safe.
Harry let out another ragged breath just as he felt a but connect with his side braking a rib and flipping him on to his back. A boot slammed in to his already hurt chest and pinned him to the ground as the man reached down and pulled open Harry's hood.
"What do we have here, the boy-who-lived, well well well, your head mounted on my wall will see me elevated far above that puff Lucius." Goyle Sr. growled out with a disgusting leer as he got over his initial shock, to be the one to capture his lords enemy would be a true feather in his cap, had he been paying more attention instead of imagining the parade of support he would receive he would have noticed the boy's hand slide around the hilt of his combat knife.
Pain focused him as he stabbed out slamming the blade into the man calf, tearing into the meat he twisted the blade making him howl in agony. Ripping the knife out Harry slammed his hand hand in to man's groin and screamed out, "Crusio," Dark magic flew out of his hand as he released his rage, images of what he would do to his uncle fueled his spell and blasted the death eater across the plateau.
The man lay on the ground in a pitiful heap crying as he rolled into a ball as waves of agony over took him even a few second to that area could cause permanent damage, he would no as he often did it to women before he raped them to make their agonizing screams more enjoyable. A cutting curse from Harry ended his pitiful cries forever.
Nausea over whelmed him as he summoned his PPK back to him and holstered it, grabbing the woman blouse Harry apperated both of them back to the clearing. Once there two men rushed over and grabbed the woman and placed her in a pair magical dampening handcuffs, they dragged her in to the hold of the large transport helicopter for interrogation.
While all that was happening Agent Rodgers rush over to Harry and began to check him, calling out for a medic to check out Harry's ribs and the gash on his chest. As he stood their listening to the his trainers gentle words of comfort Harry fell forward and began to ball again as the older man wrapped him in a hug. The after effects of that curse combined with loss of adrenalin pushed Harry over the edge, two years of training and taking out illusionary targets were nothing like the real thing, even the woman he killed to get here was a blur in his memory. The man he had just killed was down and defeated, he had a family and a son his age as well as a daughter a few years younger then him, now because of him a family was with out a father like he was. The turmoil of emotions running through him made sick to his stomach, fortunately his lunch was pretty bland the day as it came up all over the ground.
The other soldiers broke their temporary camp and left the young man to work through his pain, he may be a boy still but he had just shed blood like the rest of them in defense of king and country. To them he was now one of them and none of them would laugh about him needing to cry, each of them worked through the emotions of their first kill in their own way, whether it be drink or affordable female companionship everyone of them had shed a tear or two.
A soft hand reached out and cupped Harry's cheek, it was a motherly gesture that made him feel better even if he couldn't see the face that was concealed by a scarf and goggles he just knew the soft touch matched her eyes making him like he was going to be alright. The mysterious woman walked away from him and moved into the Helicopter removing her goggles and scarf before entering the small office she used and poured herself a healthy measure of scotch and gulped it down, the burn felt good as she fell back into her chair and wiped away a tear.
"Your majesty," A small elderly woman stepped up to Queen Diana and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Would you like to talk about it child."
For her whole life Amy, her lady in waiting, a woman who had been their since her first memories had always been her conscience growing up keeping her safe and keeping her grounded. She always played devils advocate to her ladies ambition, it was this kind of moral guidance she needed now. "I was so sure this plan was for the good of my people but now I feel like I just earned my proper place in hell." She said in a broken voice.
Her lady in waiting refilled her glass and poured one for herself, "You can end it now if you wished, children are more resilient then most people give them credit for." She answered in her usual kind voice.
"And then what tell him," She demanded harshly more then her companion deserved, "He believes in the goodness of what he is being asked to do, the way his face lights up when I am mentioned. He looks at my picture with love and devotion, honored by the chance to serve the crown, how can I take that away from him, tell him my courage is less then his own."
"When I was a lass of fifteen," Amy began as she leaned back against the desk and watched the soldiers from window, "I was visiting France when German forces invaded, I was helping my aunt care for a group of orphans who were escaping Germany, Jewish orphans. We fled into the mountains to a abandon monastery with thirty children no older twelve and some as young as three, for months we hid there praying for safety, my aunt charged me with keeping the children smiling and happy. I did so with every fiber of my being playing games during the the day and reading stories at night always keeping a brave face on when I was around the kids and crying myself to sleep every night." Her eyes took on a sad look as if remembering a painful memory, "Then it happened they found us, I was out gathering fresh berries for the pies when I heard the screams. A group of soldiers, four of them had my aunt backed against the door she had a knife in hand one from the kitchen and was swinging it wildly about trying to hold them men at bay. They were so sure of the ease of their victory they left their weapons in the jeep as they taunted her, I saw them and knew I could get to them and kill those men before they could stop me."
"So you saved the day, and your telling me to have courage and do what I know is right." Diana asked, the warmth in her belly had chased away her fears.
Fresh tear were falling from her eyes as Amy gave her Queen a sad look, "I ran away. To this day I can still hear the screams as the soldiers burnt the monastery to the ground after having their way the children. From that day on I refused to allow my fear to control me as should you."
Both women lapsed in to silence as the helicopter took flight the heavy engine and the mountain winds still could not drowned out the screams of the woman in the cargo bay. She had information and she was going to share it, in times of war mercy was often put away as a luxury for another day and this was a war that for too long had gone against them with any defense being offered. Diana picked up her pen and signed her name giving final authorization to send children to war, placing her moral beliefs aside she would not hide behind them like many rulers would do, there was no greater good and no personal belief that god would forgive her sins as she worked his will. The world would remember her as a visionary or as coward she cared not, she only cared about those who she was sworn to protect and would do so even if that meant destroying a kind faced boy with the weight of the world on his shoulders. "What terrible things we truly are." She muttered to the silent room.
Another scream came from the cargo hold, Harry's face fell into his hands as he tried to block out the noise. For a moment his resolve crumbled but before it could take hold he remembered who he was serving, the queen had given him a sacred charge to protect the world from those who thought they were above her rule. Memories of her smiling face on the TV and in the paper gave him strength as he hoped that one day she would smile on him if he did his job well, he would server until last breath because he knew in his heart she would never question herself, god had graced her with the right to rule so how could she ever make a mistake. Child like logic filled him with courage to complete his mission as he stood up, he would complete his assignment and not cry like a child for king and country he would be strong he told himself as he walked into the make shift interrogation room.
Thank you for all the reviews, Next chapter will be Harry and Sarah receiving their marching orders and a bit about their life together as a family as well as the reason why Sarah needed so much training in protocol. After that a train ride in to destiny.
Now I understand that some of my reviews asked for a bit of clarification as they were confused to some extent about my understanding of the monarchy. If you are British my ignorance offended you I offer my sincere apology. No in my story Charles and Diana stayed married and worked through their problems at least on a public level, I am using Diana as more of a figure head like we do in the US with our president she may not be able to act with impunity but when has that ever stopped a back room deal from a world leader before. My use of the Queen Mother is referring to former Queen Elizabeth II is a title as the mother of prince Charles who is a king in my story. While Diana doesn't have the authority to order armies in to battle she will use what power she has to do what she believes is best for the common wealth. If I have made any further mistakes please let me know and I will do my best to explain them to the best of my abilities and thank you.