Harry wrote down some notes as he and Argus Filch waited for Isabel to come into the Bunker. "Why am I here, boy," asked Filch. Harry paused before giving Filch a look for his least favorite name thanks to the Dursley's. "I have a lot of work to do."

"We're going to run a few tests on you, Mr. Filch. Trying to see if you have latent magical abilities that hadn't awakened, either because you weren't in the right environment, like Technomancy, or because you didn't know about anything regarding what you can actually do."

"Don't get my hopes up. I've been trying to use magic for years."

"We're just seeing if it is truly out of your reach, or if you just need a slight boost for you to reach your goal." 'If it's the latter, then you're Test Subject 001 for Project Hecate.' Harry looked up and saw Isabel return to the Bunker.

"Alright," said the dhampir genius. "Let's get started, shall we?"

"Can you actually help me use magic," asked Filch.

"We can try. First, we need to get some readings on you. Just sit still while I hook you up to the machines. I take it Harry's already asked the standard questions? Height, weight, date of birth…"

"He did, rather annoyingly."

"Not my fault you can't handle a few comments from a kid," muttered Harry.

"Stop it," cautioned Isabel as she placed Filch in a chair by a computer. Harry gave a small gesture and Holly started recording the procedures. Isabel and Harry went through the first few parts as normal. Getting bio readouts for Filch, measuring his vitals, brainwaves and magical output using methods Isabel perfected over the years. Once they were done, Harry turned to Filch.

"Alright, Mr. Filch. We know you don't have Natural Technomancer abilities. You've spent the entire school year with technology and haven't shown any of the instinctive spells we can use like Schematic and Draining. But that doesn't mean you don't have the potential for other types of magic. Cryo, Pyro, or any of the other elemental magics. There's also the potential for other magics like Sanguimancy or Necromancy."

"Don't get any ideas of trying to control me if you have that one," said Isabel. "I am alive. Not undead."

"She'd make a piss poor servant anyways." Isabel smacked Harry upside the head. They looked at the screen and saw Filch had a slight magical output, definitely more than a No-Maj. "Well, that's a good sign, at least."

"You know, until we did a similar scan on Daphne, I wouldn't even know what kind of frequency magic resonates at. And Technomancy seems to have a unique one all on its own. This needs more study."

"Let's focus on one thing at a time, Izzy."

"So, I have magic," asked Filch.

"Yes," said Isabel. "It's very minimal, though. And doesn't flow through the rest of your body like mages. But it is enough to use a minimal amount of magic. While it would take a lot of time to get a basic spell down, you could, in theory use something like basic levitation." As Isabel went over what this would mean for Filch as a whole, Harry went outside and found Hermione and Daphne working Cindy on the potion using the notes Harry had written down. "A lot of these ingredients are very rare, Harry," said Daphne. "And expensive because of that."

"Izzy can afford it," said Cindy. "And if this works as well as Harry claims it will, it means the ability to bring in profit from hospitals willing to buy the draught to help with bone reconstruction using Skele-grow."

"I still don't know if making this is a good idea," said Hermione. "Just about any drug created to help people can be used as a recreational and hazardous narcotic."

"It's not like magic is addicting," said Daphne. "And he's consulted Sebas about this kind of thing."

"What would a snake have to say about this?!"

"He shares views with his original master, Salazar. Harry and Milly have been speaking more and more with the giant rat snake and learning about the old age of magic. Sebas doesn't want conflict with the Muggles. He was hatched to protect the students of Hogwarts. Unlike Salazar, Sebas lived long enough to contemplate how to better protect the students with each subsequent Heiress. A few of them agree, if both worlds had a bridge to help understand each other, there wouldn't be a need to fight one another."

"The wisest being in the world is a giant snake," said Cindy as she added a final ingredient.

"I know," said Harry. "I don't know whether the universe has a sense of irony or not." Daphne and Hermione placed the draught into a couple of flasks and Daphne handed one to Harry. "It's oderless?"

"Surprisingly yes," said Cindy. "It's odd."

"Wonder if it's tasteless as well," said Hermione.

"Considering this thing is almost pure magic, I'd say it probably tastes horrible," said Harry.

"Don't jinx yourself," said Cindy. "We'll flask the rest of the potion before cleaning out the cauldron."

"Alright." Harry turned back to the Bunker when he spotted a winged shadow pass over him. Harry looked up and spotted a figure with black wings flying down to him. Harry spotted a familiar mask and watched as Noir landed in front of him. "Noir?"

"Bonjour, 'arry," said the French Technomancer. Harry could now clearly see why she was known as the Black Angel in France. On the back of the masked young girl were a pair of wings with black feathers. As they got close to her back, Harry spotted circuit lines connecting them to her. He activated Schematic and found the wings were bio-technology. Noir noticed him staring and fidgeted slightly as her wings retracted. "S'il vous plait, ne regardez pas…"

"Pardon." Daphne looked between the two of them and grinned slightly before snapping a picture and sending it to Susan. "What brings you here?"

"Nous pensons avoir trouvé la base des Premiers Fils."

"Are you sure?"

"Pas entiérement. Je suis venu demander votre aide."

"Give me 5 minutes and I'll hurry to help you. I need to test something really quick." Noir nodded and followed after the group as Daphne checked her message from Susan.

S: So that's the Black Angel?

D: It would seem so.

S: Does she seem a better fit than that M?

D: She seems more bashful than Her.

S: Do we try getting him to date her?

D: If only to get rid of M.

S: Why don't you like her?

D: She seems to like antagonizing people. If she and Harry get together, we'll be at each other's throats constantly. We shouldn't put Harry through that.

S: Agreed.

"Que testez-vous?" Harry smiled as he turned towards Noir.

"A project my birth mother was working on before she passed." Harry said nothing else, causing Noir's curiosity to grow.

"Alright, Argus," said Isabel. "The next thing we need to do, is have you drink this." Harry handed him the flask.

"What is this," asked the caretaker of Hogwarts.

"…Hecate," said Harry. Argus, clueless as to the origin of the name sniffed at the contents of the flask before downing it in one go. Filch coughed and spat next to him.

"That tastes like piss!"

"Like actual urine," asked Isabel. "Or…"

"What the hell did you make me drink?!" Harry looked behind Argus and saw one of his computers jolt suddenly after his outburst. Daphne leaned close to Noir.

"Mr. Filch is a squid," she whispered to her. Noir looked at her then turned back to the computer with surprise. The girls jumped as Argus' anger flared and caused the lights in the Bunker to shatter. Argus looked up at the lights and turned to Harry.

"What the bloody hell just happened?"

"You did, Mr. Filch," said Harry. "Hecate, the Goddess of Magic, has granted you the ability to use what you've always wanted."

"How long did it take you to come up with that," asked Isabel as she turned to him, annoyed by the lights having to be replaced.

"Spur of the moment. Makes for a good slogan."

"Debatable, but we'll go with it for now." Isabel brought out a nine-inch oak wand and handed it to Filch. "Alright, Argus. Give it a wave." Argus looked at the wand in his hand and waved it tepidly. Harry knocked Isabel to the ground as he felt a monitor shooting for them. It smashed against a wall and Harry sighed.

"Maybe testing it inside the Bunker was a bad idea…"

"I told you this beforehand, Kid." Harry and Isabel stood up and Harry turned to his mentor.

"Izzy, this is L'ange Noir." Isabel turned to the young girl and tilted her head curiously.

"What's with the mask?"

"Je n;aime pas être sur camera," said Noir.

"So you wear the mask, respectable."

"Noir claims they've found the First Sons, but are not entirely sure. They asked me for help."

"Need me to contact Cole," asked Cindy.

"Non," said Noir. "Seul 'arry, est necessaire pour cela. Nous ne faisons que de la reconnaissance."

"Just reconnaissance?"

"They don't know how many First Sons may be in the base," suggested Harry. "Am I correct?"

"Oui," said Noir. Cindy sighed.

"If it's just for reconnaissance, then I guess you'll be alright going alone."

"I'll monitor Argus while you're gone, Harry," said Isabel.

"Alright, let me make a note first then I'll head out with Noir." Harry walked over to his computer and started a recording. "This is Harry MacGrath. Log 1 for Trial 1 of Project Hecate. May 19th, 2012. Subject 001, Argus Filch has just taken sample #1 of Project Hecate, now to be only referred to as Hecate, named as such after the Greek Goddess of Magic. When met with a horrible taste, subject exhibited reasonable display of anger, no doubt believing this as just another prank done against him. Immediately, a reaction to Project Hecate caused a bout of accidental magic. Sample #1 is shown to be a success. Further testing will be conducted on the viability of Hecate, and Subject 001 will continue to be monitored to see how long exposure to Hecate lasts. All further subjects will be treated the same with 001 acting as the control test. If my mom was right, this will be the foundation of the bridge between the Magical and Mundane Worlds after Revelation Day and the final stages of Operation Lift the Veil. Further tests will be conducted to see if sample size effects the results of Hecate. End of log." Harry stopped the recording and filed it away after making three copies of it. One saved to the hard drive, one saved to a USB flash drive, and one filed away in his memory under a file marked 'Dreams'.

"You actually sounded like a scientist there," said Daphne with a smirk.

"I am a scientist. Don't let me being a student say otherwise." Harry hung up his lab coat and Charged to the Gryffindor dorms before grabbing his cloak and heading back to the Bunker and getting into his armor and Digitizing the cloak. Isabel noticed it wasn't the same silvery color as when Harry had gotten it from Dumbledore.

"What happened to the color," she asked.

"Don't know. It was like that after M dropped off the ring during the holidays."

"Maybe it has something to do with the Hallows being so close to each other," asked Hermione.

"Maybe…"

"Nous devons y aller maintenant," said Noir after checking her watch. Harry nodded and kissed Daphne on the cheek before following her outside. "Allons-nous charger là-bas?"

"Let's take the scenic route, mademoiselle." Harry whistled and his Static Skates flew over to him. Harry used Assembly to integrate them into the armor's boots and floated up into the air. Harry grinned at her before the helmet snapped onto his head. Noir and Harry both took off into the air with Noir taking the lead. Within an hour or so, the two preteens landed in front of the Interpol headquarters and a waiting Inspector Vermillion.

"Bonjour, Harry," said Gaston as he waved to the boy. He glanced at the armor and looked mildly impressed. "Has this been field tested?"

"No. Haven't had the chance to use it in combat yet."

"Well hopefully, that will not change if things go smoothly." Gaston led them into the building and to a control room where a few people were monitoring different screens. A few of them glanced at Harry as he walked beside the Inspector and Noir. "Harry, perhaps removing your helmet would stop the stares."

"I actually forgot I had it on." Harry removed the helmet and turned to Gaston. "What did you need help with?"

"You've fought them longer than us. We were hoping you had some intel you could share about their behavior and about how they pick bases."

"We've never actually found their bases. Any encounter we've had with them has been out in the open and any attempts to track them as they retreated have been met with failure. The few times we thought we found their bases, it was a trap. Like the last time I went to New Marais. They had some sort of mechanical claw with them that I couldn't interface with that I haven't seen since."

"Je l'ai vu," said Noir. Cela m'a Presque cassé le poignet en essayant de me capturer." Noir held out her left wrist showing a still fading bruise that looked at least a month old.

"Draining hasn't helped?"

"C'est autre chose. Ils m'ont fait quelque chose qui m'empêche de drainer." Noir tried to drain a nearby monitor. Other than a smolt volt, nothing happened. "L'inspecteur Vermillion a dû me choquer avec son taser pour que je ne perde pas la conscience."

"Do you remember what it was?" Noir shook her head and Harry sighed. "I'll bring you to Isabel so we can figure it out when we're done here." He turned to Gaston. "Do you have an idea as to where they might be?"

"At first, we thought they might be hiding out in the wilderness, away from the cities."

"We thought so too when they were only at New Marais."

"But then we remembered their Artificial Technomancy." Harry glanced around at the other agents in the room. "Do not worry, Harry. Everyone here is aware of the Magical World. The Task Force is being headed by an Auror who has helped Interpol on a number of occasions dealing with Dark Wizards who made a scene in the Mundane World. We are also sharing information with a representative from the French Ministry of Magic." Harry noticed Noir shift slightly at the mention and filed it away for later. Auror Dupont is supposed to go with you when you go to investigate the building we believe is their base of operations."

"If you have managed to find their base, you've beaten us in that regard." Vermillion answered a call on his phone.

"Oui? Non. Por quois?" Harry turned to a loud snap and saw two men appear in the room. One of them was a man in a long tan trench coat with dark brown hair and a sidearm hidden under his right arm. He stood at about 6'2" and had a sour demeanor about him. The man next to him was one he was familiar with thanks to Susan and Amelia. One of the UK Aurors Amelia had tasked to help with Lift the Veil. He stood shorter than the other man and had long disheveled greying hair. His face was lined with scars and part of his nose was missing. In place of his right eye was a magical one that roamed about in its socket, monitoring every inch of the room. He stood on a prosthetic leg and hand a hand on a walking stick, the other hand carefully placed to pull out his wand at a moments notice. Harry's eyes met the artificial one before the man turned to him fully.

"You must be Harry MacGrath," said the Auror.

"And you're Auror Alastor Moody. Amelia says you're one of the few she can trust."

"She says the same about you." Harry sparked up his arms lightly before sending a bolt at the experienced wizard. Mad Eye casually swatted the bolt away but tensed as he felt the bolt hit him any ways. Noir turned to Harry and saw his eyes show white circuit lines as electricity shot from a computer to the Auror. "Damn!"

"Harry," asked Vermillion.

"Not many get a drop on me, lad."

"You don't know how my magic works. Or how I've adapted it. Take any advantage you can and never drop your guard."

"And here I thought you were a snot nosed brat who got lucky," exclaimed Moody. Harry ducked as he felt a metal cabinet fly towards him and halted it with electromagnetism before it hit anyone else while aiming his hand at Moody.

"Luck doesn't win battles," replied Harry. The other man turned to the agents in the room.

"No need to worry," said the Auror. "Alastor is only testing the boy. He's heard much about this so called 'Hero of Empire City'."

"Technically, that is my uncle. Though he only knows of being called 'Demon'." Harry sent the cabinet back and stared Moody down. Moody nodded before moving off to the side. The French Auror turned to Harry.

"My name is Markus Dupont. Pleasure to meet you, Harry." Harry nodded to the Auror and stood beside Noir who looked at him curiously.

"I'll explain later."

"Auror Moody and I will be accompanying you two to the building."

"Isn't this out of your jurisdiction, Auror Moody?"

"These First Sons are making a mess of things everywhere," said Mad Eye. "Won't be long before we need to deal with them ourselves. I asked Dupont to bring me with him."

"Try not to lag behind, Old Man."

"Don't think you can out pace me, Lad." Noir shook her head at the two before heading to the exit.

"I think that's Noir for, 'Can we please get moving' or something like that," said Gaston. Harry followed after her with Moody not far behind. Dupont nodded to Vermillion and took a radio to keep in contact. Noir led them to a car and climbed into the back seat, Harry climbing in beside her. Moody climbed into the passenger seat as Dupont got in the driver seat. Harry turned to Noir as they went to the destination.

"Your wings," he said. "Their bio-technology?"

"Oui," said Noir. "Cellules humaines liées à la nanotechnologie."

"Who developed that?"

"J'ai fait."

"Why?"

"Je suis quartier Veela. Mais je suis né sans la capacité de developper des ailes. C'ètait pour changer ca."

"You're a Veela?"

"Quartier Veela. Pas un complet."

"Can I know your name?"

"Non."

"Why?"

"Je préfère ma vie privée."

"If we're going to be working together, I should at least learn your name."

"Avec le temps, Monsieur MacGrath."

"I can just run a background check on quarter Veela in Beauzbatons later."

"I wouldn't push her, Harry," said Moody. "Women tend to be vengeful when you cross them. Trust me on that." Harry noticed the Auror shift his shoulder slightly and decided not to push Noir like he would M.

"Sorry…" Noir nodded to him and looked outside her window. Harry noticed a small amount of scar tissue showing from under the mask and looked away.

"Nous sommes ici," said Dupont. "Allons-y."

"Never gets old, hearing that."

"Focus, lad," said Moody as they got out of the car. Harry looked around and found they were in the Part-Dieu area of the Lyon metropolis.

"We tracked an unusual energy signature here in Lyons," said Dupont.

"Right under your noses? I can't tell if that's stupid or smart."

"It's a gamble, hiding where they would be the least suspected to be."

"One that could pay off in the long run."

"We need to be sure," said Harry as he Materialized his cloak. Harry put his helmet back on and turned to Noir. "Mademoiselle?" Harry lifted up the cloak for her to get under.

"Be careful. Constant vigilance." Harry nodded as they slipped under the cloak and Noir directed them to where they suspect the entrance to the base was. They spotted a key card activated door and Charged through it. Once on the other side, they looked around and spotted a vast empty room with no other exits or people in there.

"This can't be right," said Harry.

"On the contrary," said a voice behind them. They turned around and found the Commander and a woman standing behind them outside the door. The Commander snapped and four claws lowered from hidden panels in the ceiling before grabbing onto them. Harry tried to control it but found it difficult. "Platinum plating. As well as Digi-Runes blocking anyone but myself from controlling them," said the Commander. He pulled out a radio and pressed a button on his mask. "Auror Dupont," he said, his voice altered to sound like Harry's. "Broadcasting from my radio. Found the base abandoned. Charging along a power outlet to see if there's anything we can find. Will check back in five, requesting radio silence."

"We'll be on standby," came Dupont's reply. The Commander extended his hand and pulled Harry's helmet to him; the invisibility cloak left by the door.

"Now then, MacGrath. Without you to cause trouble for my men, we can advance with our plans." The Commander smashed the helmet under his boot and turned to the woman. "Doctor Simmons. Show them your little invention. I believe Miss Delacour is already familiar with this." The Commander left the three in the room as the woman placed a device at the children's feet.

"I'm sorry," she said. "He has control of me somehow."

"What are you going to do," asked Harry.

"It's a Zip Bomb. One designed to interact with your Technokinesis instantly. I'm sorry. This is going to hurt." She pressed a button on the device and instantly, Harry and Noir were subject to intense bomb as a repeating algorithm entered their minds and caused an information overload to disorient them.

Outside, Moody and Dupont were waiting beside their car when they noticed a figure walking towards them. Alastor was immediately on guard as his eye couldn't peer through the man's mask. "Gentlemen," said the Commander as he stood a fair distance away. "Nice of you to be here to see the fireworks."

"You're the Commander," said Dupont.

"That I am, Auror Dupont. And Auror Moody, the legend himself. I must say it is an honor to meet you."

"Where are the children," asked Moody as he drew his wand.

"They're behind me. Undergoing a very painful torture, not unlike that of the Cruciatus. I say they have a few minutes before they receive some permanent mental damage from this."

"Why are you telling us this," asked Dupont.

"Because you won't be able to stop them. Alastor spotted a glint from a nearby roof.

"Dupont," he shouted. Too late. Moody watched as the French Auror's head now sported a large hole from a high caliber bullet going through it. He conjured a dresser between himself and the shooter and turned to the Commander as he deflected a Lightning Bolt and blocked another with Protego.

"That eye is impressive. It can see almost anything. Too bad that won't help you. First Sons! Begin the attack. Bring Lyon to the ground and kill any Technomancers that try to stop you. The first stage of change begins now." The Commander snapped and wires from underground wrapped themselves around Moody before sending a full current of electricity through him. The Commander left the Auror alone and went to join his men in the attack as power was drained throughout the city.

As he monitored the power output of Lyon, the Voice of New Marais turned to his youngest Specialist. "M. Go to Hogwarts. Find MacGrath's friends and then rescue the idiot from whatever is going on. The Commander has begun his first major attack since Empire City." As M left, Mr. Harper turned to a sheet of paper with instructions on it. "Dammit, Kessler. What did keep from me about this?"

(Author's Notes)

Hey, everyone. Sorry for the late update. My mom just started working from home and I've been having less time to type than I normally do. That coupled with being behind on the internet bill and well... Just a heads up. We're nearing the end of First Year at Hogwarts. After that, we'll be skipping ahead to Third Year. You'll see why soon. Don't get angry with me, please. Nothing abnormal is really planned for Second Year. I will give an exposition on how the Technomancers of Hogwarts have progressed as the Third Year starts, just so you know what they will be working on. Again, sorry, but I am almost thirty chapters in and barely done with First Year. I need to up the progression somehow and this was planned for if this happened. After First Year ends I will take a week off from this story to work on my other stories, Kill The Conduit (Akame ga Kill + InFAMOUS), Court of Shadows (Harry Potter), Azure Flame of Remnant (RWBY + Avatar: The Last Airbender), and one of my Metaverser stories. Feel free to check out any of those on my page. Leave a review as to how this chapter turned out, it was a bit on the short side for me mainly because the climax of this arc will be a few chapters. Until next time, Y'all!