AN: My first fanfic I've tried writing. The updates will be slow because I'm writing this on a cell phone and it's been a very long time since I've had to write creatively. This is a time travel fic, lots of violence and gore rated M just in case, no lemons and be nice in the reviews.
AN: I have went back over this to try and polish up the rough edges. UPDATED 7/15/2021
DISCLAIMER: I'M NOT BRITISH, I'M NOT A WOMAN, I DID NOT WRITE, CREATE OR OWN HARRY POTTER!
That's the stand alone Disclaimer, read, enjoy Ect.
Master of Death, The Chosen One, Man-Who-Slain, The-Boy-Who-Lived, Freak, Boy and Harry were all names he was known by, all titles and names he had placed upon him by others. None of those names mattered anymore, Harry Potter was dead at least to the wider Wizarding World. Harry Potter died a month after the Fall of Voldemort at least it appeared he did...
The truth of the matter is the D.o.M faked his death, after they kidnapped him from the "Lestrange Manor" raid and left a polyjuiced corpse in his stead. The following years since then had seen him going through the most rigorous training in all fields of combat. Magical combat, Muggle hand to hand combat, edged weapons, small arms, stealth, interogation, mind arts and spells so complex and horrible they gave harry nightmares after learning them (practicing on muggle kedavors probably didn't help either).
They pushed him to his breaking point and over again then built him into the heartless bastard he was now. Three years after being Conscripted (for that's exactly what happened) he was assigned to a covert team that to the rest of the world does not Exist.
The thoughts of his old life still plagued his mind. Ginny had moved on, as he read not long ago of her wedding to Blaise Zabini of all people in the 'Daily Prophet'.
Ron had been drummed out of the Aurors for abuse of power, and stealing money from the people he arrested and various other ethical breeches.
Hermione moved to Austrailia to be closer to her parents even if they had no idea who she was. The thoughts that plagued him most weren't about people though, he wondered how he would ever have a peaceful life.
He really did not wish to be a part of this endless war anymore, but he couldn't quit. In his heart he knew that there was still so much to do, that if he quit now he would regreat it down the road.
One Dark Lord had fallen by his hand and now there was a new one starting up...
'The "Serpents Vengeance' was a new radical group led by the ever elusive Augustus Rookwood. He had lured a collection of young purebloods just out of Hogwarts, to reignite the fire that he had hoped he had extinguished when he had slayed Tom Riddle.
The ex-Unspeakable knew how to operate in secrecy, he knew how to manufacture 'Time sand' which according to the interrogation of Astoria Greengrass was crucial to their goal to travel back and help the Dark Lord win the first blood war.
Ironically it was Harry's death that set this group into motion, emboldened by the Chose-ones death they moved from the shadows into the open attacking and killing many of the war hero's who opposed the Death Eaters only a few years ago.
There was no Chosen one to save them.
Aurors were getting nowhere in catching the Serpents and 'Spectre VII' just got the orders to take the group down.
They had some success taking down a small team yesterday yesterday morning, killing six of the fuckers and capturing Astoria Greengrass.
They now had a location, they were moving out tonight the 'Serpents Vengance' would fall but but not by the Chosen One.
That name meant nothing to Harry James Potter, nor did all the other hyphenated garbage the called him.
Now only one name mattered to Harry James Potter his codename "Reaper"
/C.o.t.D/》Nott Manor, Nottingham England, 6/31/2004, 21:35
The coms hissed in his ear with reports from the other teams 'sit-rep team Alpha'
Harry was for the most part getting his bearings having landed here thirty seconds ago in this small clearing. His position upon landing was less than 300 meters from the wardline. ' Im in position, advancing now" he spoke into his com as he crepted forward towards his destination. "
"advancing to postion all clear" he heard Banshee call over the coms, followed almost immediately by Viper confirming he was heading into position.
Good Harry thought to himself his team were all accounted for, a few more steps and he neared the edge of the forest.
He could already see the large manor house and a Quiditch pitch to the far right right of the manor. At least four stories tall it was an impressive and imposing structure brown stone walls with ledges set onto them upon which gruesome statues of all manor of Gargoyles were perched. Harry counted for rows of Statues.
'I'll bet anything those statues are a defense, Make sure the 'Ward Breakers' don't set the fuckers off " Harry sent through his com.
"Roger Reaper they have already disabled the Trigger on the transfiguration wards, were clear to move as soon as we get the signal" Vipers voice hissed through Harry's earpiece.
"Im at the ward line Now, holding position" Harry confirmed. Reaching into his pocket he withdrew his Comet 260 and resized it, it may be slow but all he needed was to fly up to the second floor window. He chuckled to himself at the thought of flying a training broom into a Terrorist stronghold.
"Green light all teams move out!" His com hissed as he pulled his hood over his head and mounted his broom.
His team was designated 'Team Alpha' for this mission and was instructed to split up over the top three floors, Advance toward main level clearing any opposition in route and back up teams 'Charlie and Delta' if necessary.
Viper was to take the third floor, Banshee had been assigned the fourth floor(Which had a low probability of occupants) and 'Reaper task was to clear the second floor.
Team Charlie and Delta were going to hit the main floor (where there were almost certain to meet resistance).
Harry glided to his entry point a window in between to horned fierce and obviously hideous Gargoyle (statue thankfully). Scanning for wards from astride his broom he got the reading he hoped for. Only alert charms which were easy to disarm and in less than thirty seconds he was inside a dusty bedroom.
"Reaper in" he whispered into his com before casting 'Homo Revelio' and picking up only one presence on this floor, he made his way forward.
"Banshee in, all clear on the four moving to Viper"
"Viper in, Clear on three, meet at landing 2"
"Reaper confirms one contact on 2, moving to east side Parlor"
Harry made his way to the eastside parlor his invibility cloak an siliencing charm cloaking him as he spotted the open door where the only occupant on this floor was.
Moving slowly even with his cloak on he didn't want to rush and give away his position.
He spotted his target sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace directly across from the door.
Black hair, puglike face, only one female fit that disciption Pansy Parkinson. On closer inspection she was readind a book frowning in thought never hearing Harry coming up behind nor the sound of him unsheathing his goblin made dagger.
In one swift motion he grabbed her under the nose pulling her head back against her chair and covering her mouth with his left hand, while bringing the dagger across her neck with his right. She gurggled and kicked her legs ina panic before the blood lost caused her to slump. Harry removed his hand from her mouth and left her slumped in her chair.
""All clear on two Target down, number 7 on list confirmed" Harry spoke into the com as he removed his in visibility cloak and made his way to east side landing.
Rounding the corner he saw the starcase landing and apparently his team saw him because both their wands had risen until the saw his ghost emblem glowing a light Green with a small red VII set in the center.
"well arent you the lucky one Reaper, your the only one that actually had someone to take down and a top ten at that, lucky fuck" Viper exclaimed muttering the last bit.
"We're clear team Charlie, making way to basement" Banshee called out over the coms as the three members of Alpha descended to the main floor.
Halfway down the stairs they came upon a scene of absolute chaos. The main entry Hall was tall spacious with stone walls of polished alabaster meeting white swirled marble floors or ten minutes ago it did anyway.
Now the walls were cracked and crattered in places and two forces were behind cover (Transfigured stone if Harry was to guess) from either end of the large entry hall firing spells with explosive results.
Harry and his team took to firing from halfway down the stairs into the flank of the very surprised Serps, team Charlie took advantage of the distraction and through some offensive grenades over the Serps barricade and the combined spells and explosion from the grenades crushed there opposition very quickly. Howls of agony and the smell of cordite and burnt flesh assaulted their nostrils
'Clear' the leader of team Charlie called as members of team Delta went and cast the 'Killing Curse on the wounded 'Serps'.
This was a 'Black Flag' mission, meaning no Quarter would be given. After all 'Spectre VII' didn't exist. It was kind of hard to have a trial when the criminals were aprehended by a top secret branch of the goverment, if they wanted it to stay secret.
"All Clear upstairs, we will proceed to the Basement, has this floor been Cleared yet" Harry questioned his opposite who ever he was (the only people he knew where his own team).
"Negative we've been at a stalemate almost as soon as we made entryl" the other man stated. With a nod to each other the separate teams split off.
It took longer then they would have liked but eventually they located the basement door, a quick scan showed a lot of alert charms, notice-me-nots, and an inperturbable charm.
'Alright Reaper do your thing" Banshee said quietly stepping aside so Harry could take the door.
"Alright Boss" Harry quipped as he raised the Elder wand and finited every spell with ease, not even slowing his motion he brought his wand back into position and cast a powerful 'Reducto'.
BOOM!
The force of that one spell vaporized the door and the sounds of stone could be heard echoing in the staircase bellow them.
"Great now they know were here!" Viper Hissed as a green spell rushed up the staircase only being stopped by Harry's conjured marble as he sent a "Decapitare" in return the splatting thud confirmed his hit but there was no time to celebrate as more spells flew their way.
"Nott's Down Greengrass, Secure the device' came the unmistakable voice of number 4 Draco Malfoy.
'Enough of the this" Banshee growled as she pulled the pin on the pineapple grenade in her hand and tossed it down the stairs.
Two more killing curses just barely missed her as the sound metal rolling down stone stairs could be heard. Four seconds later another loud "BOOM" was heard followied by screams of agony.
Harry moved from cover going straight down the steps halfway down he could see four bodies one without a head and another dragging themselves toward another door. Harry's killing curse dropped him instantly.
"Clear all 'Serps down" Harry called as he pushed open the door.
"Sectum Sempra" Harry barely dodged the curse as he sent one back at the woman standing in the middle of the bare stone room, he clipped her wand arm and her wand clatter to the floor a shriek came from her as Harry closed the distance quickly, causing her to throw her left arm out to sheild herself and something slipped from her grasp smacking into his chest as his dagger stuck in her neck her blood spraying all over him.
Suddenly he felt dementor level cold on his chest looking down he seen a spun glass sphere filled with glowing golden sand stuck to his grey robes, little blue rune where glowwing a harsh blue getting brighter and brighter. So bright in fact he couldn't even look at them, then the feeling being pulled backwards kind of similar to a portkey.
He could just make make out Banshee Screaming "Reaper!"
Before overwhelming brightlight engulfed him and he shut his eyes tight as the nauseous pull sped up and then just as suddenly he slammed into soft earth and unconsciousness claimed him.