A.N. Harry is now 16 years old, and it's been a little over a year since he "died."
Malena
"-And now for the Weather…" Harry's alarm clock flicked on. The 16 year-old boy groaned and rolled over.
"We will be expecting some rain this morning and-" Harry buried his head under his pillow, trying to block out the voice of the weatherman.
"Around noon we will be-" Harry finally turned off his alarm clock and tried to go back to sleep.
"Harry!" Yelled his mom's voice from downstairs. "Harry dear, it's time to get up!"
"I'm up, I'm up," Harry moaned.
"Breakfast is going to be on the table in five minutes!" She called. Harry threw his blankets off of him and stumbled out of bed and over to his closet. He pulled on some khakis and a black tee-shirt. He ran a brush through his hair and put in his contacts. After pulling on his socks and shoes he went down to the table.
"Eat up," Lily said, putting some eggs onto his plate. James was sitting opposite of Harry, and looked up from his newspaper when he sat down.
"Is today your last training day before your first mission?" Asked James.
"Yeah," Harry said, pouring himself some orange juice.
"Good luck," Lily said.
"Good luck," mimicked Jimmy. He had been grounded after he was caught making out with his girlfriend in his room, and he wasn't in the best mood.
"Mommy!" Squealed Olivia from her chair.
"What is it Olive-bolive?" Lily cooed. Victoria rolled her eyes.
"Food!" Olivia shrieked. She picked up a cracker and flung it across the table at Victoria.
"Mom! She's throwing food again!" Victoria yelled.
"Olivia, stop it! The food goes in your mouth! In!" Lily said, taking another cracker that Olivia was preparing to throw out of her hand.
"Cwaker!" Olivia cried, clapping her hands. "Gimme!"
"No," Lily said, putting the cracker on the counter.
"Cwaker!" Olivia shrieked again. Harry could tell that she was going to start wailing soon and hurriedly said, "Gotta go! See you tonight!"
"But Harry you didn't finish your breakfast!" Harry grabbed a piece of toast and ran out the door.
Harry munched on his toast and Molecularized to the Food Court, where Max, Sean, Will, and Angelina were.
"Hello Harry," Angelina said. "Pull up a chair."
"Where's your girlfriend?" Max asked, leaning against Sean.
"She's on an overnight mission," Harry said. Celeste and him had been going out for a little bit over a year now.
"Aww… does Harry-wary miss his wittle Celeste-westy?" Max said slyly.
"Shut up Max," Harry said. Everyone at the table had a girlfriend or boyfriend. Sean and Max, and Will and Angelina. Ivy came over to their table with a bowl of steaming oatmeal.
"We've got more Basic Training today," Ivy groaned.
"Yep, a whole day of it," Sean said. "We're going to be transported into a "mission", like we did last time.
Harry remembered that lesson. Ms. Zegar had divided them into pairs and gave each pair a paper. She told them not to touch the picture on the paper unless she told them to. She gave each of them a mission. Harry's mission was to save the civilians from a group of people attacking. Sean was his partner and had to kill the people attacking. When they touched the picture they were transported into a "mission" and they had to do what they had been told. Needless to say, Sean "died" before their opponents did.
"Ivy, Ivy, Ivy," Max said in a fake voice. "Don't feel so bad! You'll do fine."
"Bull Shit," Ivy muttered under her breath.
"Well, even if you don't do well you won't be physically hurt in real life!"
"That's true…" Ivy said.
"Come on, we'd better go. Class starts in two minutes," Harry said. They all Molecularized to the Basic Training classroom. Ms Zegar was standing in the middle of the classroom.
"Run a mile! NOW!" She barked when the four of them appeared in the classroom.
"That's it, I'm cutting," Ivy said, starting to go back out of the classroom.
"You are not," hissed Max. She dragged Ivy to the indoor track and they started to jog. Harry and Sean followed them.
After the rest of the class had run their mile they returned to the classroom where Ms. Zegar was waiting.
"What took you so long?" She asked. "Nevermind, sit down, shut up, and wait for directions." After everyone was seated they were all split into pairs again. Harry was with Ivy, Max was with this one girl named Bridget, and Sean was with a boy named Peter who smelled like cheese, had thick glasses, and his hair was slicked back and greasy.
Once again, Ms. Zegar handed out the pictures. Harry looked down at his and Ivy's picture. It was of the inside of a business building and there were a lot of wizards walking around. Ms. Zegar came around to the groups and started giving instructions.
"36, 97, you are to disarm a bomb that is located in the Ministry of Magic," she motioned toward the picture.
"But we don't know how to disarm a bomb!" Ivy exclaimed.
"These are your supplies," She handed them a book on how to disarm bombs and a suitcase.
"This is money, there was a threat that there was a bomb in the place and that the terrorists would only blow up the building and the Minister if they didn't get 2,000,000,000 Galleons. This is fake money. One of you are to disarm the bomb, while the other is supposed to talk to the terrorists. Oh, and whatever you do, trust no one. And don't cut the green wire."
Ms. Zegar went over to the next group. Harry pulled on his bracelet and instantly felt himself transform.
"Come on Stealth," Ivy said, calling him by his nickname. "Let's get going." She touched the paper and she got a blank look on her face. Harry touched the paper too and it instantly felt as though he was being transferred into the building. Harry appeared outside of the Ministry of Magic next to Ivy. He found that he was wearing his sunglasses. He pushed a button on the side and saw numerous magical objects appear in the pockets of the people inside.
"Okay, perhaps we should actually look through the book on how to disarm bombs," Ivy suggested. Harry pulled the book out of his cloak pocket and flicked through it.
"How about when we see the bomb we read the book," Harry said.
"Okay, let's go in." People were running around frantically.
"Order of the Phoenix!" Yelled Ivy. "Move aside sir! Hey! Everyone! STOP!" Everyone turned and looked toward the two of them.
"Where are the terrorists?" Ivy said calmly. There was a loud burst of voices and Ivy had to set off several fireworks to get their attention again.
"You." She pointed to a lady. "Where are the terrorists?"
"They're on the top floor, they've got the Minister!" She cried.
"Thank you." Ivy waved her wand and a force field appeared around all of the people in the room. Then the two of them started walking toward the stairs.
"What if the terrorists are disguised as regular people, and you just protected them?" Harry said. Ivy rolled her eyes.
"That's their problem then," Ivy said calmly. It was Harry's turn to roll his eyes. "I'm going to go negotiate or whatever. You go look for the bomb."
Harry went off in a different direction. He didn't know if the bomb was magical or not, so he kept his glasses on.
"Stealth!" Harry jumped as Ivy started talking to him over the earpiece. "I'm about to enter the top floor. Wish me luck!"
"Good luck!" Harry whispered. Harry went up a few more stairs and found himself in a meeting room. He used his glasses as x-ray vision and looked through the giant table. No, there definitely wasn't a bomb in this room. Harry went back out and walked into an office room. There was a secretary sitting at a desk, and she nearly screamed when Harry came in.
"Order of the Phoenix, ma'am," Harry said hurriedly holding up his badge. "Do you know the location of the bomb?" The woman shook her head. Harry searched the room and after not finding the bomb he moved onto the next room.
"Stealth," Ivy hissed into his ear.
"What?" Harry snapped, earning himself an odd look from one of the people passing by.
"The terrorists just gave me a bit of information. I think that the location of the bomb is on the 4th floor."
"Thanks! Is everything going okay?"
"Well, I don't think they're falling for the fake money. Oh shit!" There was a series of loud bangs and Ivy stopped talking.
"Ivy!" Harry hissed. "Ivy are you okay?" There was no reply. Harry ran off toward the fourth floor in search of the bomb.
"Order of the Phoenix!" Harry yelled as he entered a room. "Everybody out!" All of the office workers emptied out of the room. Harry searched through all the desks and everywhere else he could think of.
Harry moved onto the next room. Nothing. The next room. Nothing. Harry was getting fed up, when he noticed a thin, long, covered desk in the corner. He used his x-ray glasses and saw a box taped to the side of the inside of the desk. Harry walked over and knelt down. There it was, the bomb.
"Stealth!" Cried someone from the other side of the room. It was Ivy, and her hand was bleeding.
"Are you all right?" Harry asked.
"I'm fine! Get under the table, quick!" There was a few loud fire cracker sounds and Ivy ran over to Harry, grabbed him and pushed him under the desk. There was only enough room for one person to lie under there, and Ivy was lying on top of Harry. She held a finger up to her mouth and said, "Shhh…"
"Ivy, what-" She clamped her non-injured hand over his mouth. There were voices from out in the hall.
"Which way did she go?"
"She went over there!"
"She's in that room!" There were footsteps and the terrorists ran up to the room.
"Is she in here?"
"No, she went over there. I saw her!" The terrorist ran off.
"What was that all about?" Harry asked, wrenching her hand off of his mouth.
"They didn't fall for the bait! And they were a little ticked, so they tried to kill me with A.K (Avada Kedavra) and it hit my hand. You should have seen them when I survived it-"
"Shh!" Harry exclaimed. He heard someone walk up to the room, and then pass by it.
"Okay," Harry whispered. "Can you disarm the bomb?"
"Not with this hand I can't," Ivy said, holding up her hand.
"Can't you heal it?"
"No, I played hooky on the day that we learned how to heal people." Ivy said. Harry gave a disgruntled sigh and said, "Well let me get on top then."
"Boy, if I had a Knut for every time I heard that…" Ivy said sarcastically. Harry and Ivy traded places, careful not to expose their feet from under the desk. Harry pulled the book out of his pocket. He looked at the box and gently opened it. According to the bomb he had five minutes to disarm it.
"Okay, to begin shutting down the bomb you have to open up the small door on the side labeled Mechanics." Harry looked on the side of the bomb and gently opened the door. There were a bunch of wires, including the green one.
"Remember, don't cut the green one." Ivy said in her normal voice. Harry elbowed her in the ribs to make her shut up.
"Okay, now in the center of the clump of wires on the right hand side there should be a purple wire and a blue wire. You are to cut these wires at the same time and the bomb will be disarmed." Harry did a sort of balancing act on his knees so he could use both hands to find the wires.
"I've got the blue one, but…" Harry searched and searched, but he couldn't find the blue wire.
"Um… Ivy?" Harry whispered.
"Shh!" Someone slowly entered the room and started looking around.
"There's no purple wire!" Harry said in his softest voice. Ivy got a terrified look on her face.
"What do we now?" She mouthed as the footsteps got closer and closer to their hiding space. Harry was thinking hard of what Ms. Zegar had said.
Whatever you do, trust no one. And don't cut the green wire.
Harry suddenly got an idea, he took the purple and the green wire in his hand.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ivy hissed softly.
"Trust me," Harry said. Harry conjured up a severing charm and cut through the two wires. Ivy shut her eyes, preparing for the explosion. The clock, which said that they had 20 seconds until the bomb exploded started flashing DISARMED over and over again.
Harry rolled out from under the table Stunned the man who was slowly approaching the desk where they had been hiding. Ivy crawled out from under the desk, clutching her still bleeding hand.
"Good job," Said a voice in Harry's ear. The next thing Harry knew, he was back in the classroom.
Ms. Zegar was standing over them. Ivy's hand was back to normal.
"Good job," she repeated. "So, you took my advice and trusted no one, not even me."
"Yeah, that's how I knew to cut the green wire," Harry said, sounding a little breathless. Ms. Zegar nodded and moved onto the next group.
"Good job," mimicked Ivy. Harry rolled his eyes.
Harry was in the middle of work when someone came up from behind him and covered his eyes.
"Guess who?" said a familiar voice. Harry pulled the hands off of his eyes and turned around. Celeste was standing there, and she planted a kiss on Harry's lips.
"Hey," Harry said. "How'd the mission go?"
"I got my leg blasted off," Celeste said. "One of the Healers had to re-attach it because I didn't have that much healing experience."
"Were you okay?" Harry asked, concerned.
"I am now," she said, leaning forward and kissing Harry again.
"All right, break it up, break it up," Sarge had just arrived in Harry's cubicle. Celeste looked up at Sarge.
"97, we have a mission for you," Sarge said, eyeing the two of them. "We have found out that about 20 Death Eaters are going to be attacking a Muggle church at approximately 9:00 tomorrow afternoon. We want you to be there."
"O-okay," Harry said.
"Here is all of the information, you are excused from any other duties in order to prepare for your mission." Sarge handed Harry a thin packet. Then she turned to Celeste.
"12, don't you have a report to fill out?" Sarge said sternly. Celeste nodded. Sarge nodded to them both and then disappeared with a ping.
"I'd better get back to work," Celeste said. She blew a kiss to Harry and walked away. Harry watched her and the song that was playing on his earpiece instantly changed from a song by Sugar Ray to a song by Sir Mixalot. Harry chuckled to himself and then got back to work.
"Okay agents," said the leader of the group on the mission. There were about 10 or so agents besides Harry, including Sean. "Try and kill all of the Death Eaters before they reach the church. I'll Stun one or two so we are able to get more information about the Dark Lord's plans. Healer, you stay back so you won't get injured. Okay, everyone get invisible." Everyone disappeared around Harry and he disappeared too. He was in his disguise body, and he was wearing his sunglasses again.
"There they are," hissed the leader to the rest of the agents. Harry looked at a hill, where a huge black of mass was moving slowly. As they got closer Harry realized that the blackness was actually a group of Death Eaters wearing black cloaks and wearing masks.
"Now become visible and attack!" cried the leader. All of them suddenly appeared around him. Almost as one, they yelled "Avada Kedavra!" The first wall of Death Eaters fell onto the ground. The leader yelled, "Stupefy!" and another Death Eater fell Stunned to the ground. The Death Eeaters finally came to their senses and started to retaliate against the other Agents. A Killing Curse went shooting past Harry's left ear.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry yelled back, hitting the Death Eater in the chest. The Killing Curse hit the agent beside Harry and his arm was knocked out. The agent just sort of stared at the bloody stump, shrugged, and went off in search of his arm.
Harry paid for not paying attention. He was hit on his ankle with Avada Kedavra. Harry could feel the blood trickling down his leg, but he felt no pain. Harry concentrated hard and he felt the wound heal.
A moment or so later all of the Death Eaters had fallen. Several Muggles were poking their heads out from the church.
"Quigley!" Barked the leader. "Go eraser their memories." One of the other agents walked off toward the church.
"Good job people, now lets go clean up a bit." The other agents went over to the bodies and turned them over. They all had almost the same expression on their faces. The leader went over to the Death Eater that was Stunned and said, "Enervate." The Death Eater's eyes snapped open and he started to struggle. The Leader grabbed the man around the neck and lifted him up into the air.
"Are there going to be any more attacks today?" Growled the leader. The Death Eater shook his head and made a gagging sound.
"Good." The leader dropped him back on the ground and Stunned him again. All of a sudden, Ministry officials started appearing near the other bodies. The leader sighed and said, "Let's go back to the V.D."
"Hello Harry," Celeste said, looking up from her work. "How was your mission?"
"It went okay, for a first mission," Harry said, running his hand through his hair.
"Did you get hurt?" Celeste asked.
"Only a little. I'm lucky compared to the man who got his arm blown off." Celeste winced slightly. "Well, we should celebrate your first mission. What do you say? Ashley's? Tonight?"
"Sure," Harry said. "See you at eight." He pecked Celeste on the lips and went back to his cubicle.
~*~
A month or so later, Sarge returned to Harry's cubicle.
"97, we have a special job for you today," She said. "We need you to be a Greeter and After-Greeter." Harry looked up from his Data-Source.
"A Greeter and After-Greeter?" Harry asked. "Why?"
"There is a new recruit, and we feel that he would be more comfortable if you Greeted him. Now report to the Recruition office." She disappeared. Harry, still very confused, Molecularized to the Recruition office. There was a secretary sitting behind a desk when he appeared there.
"Hi, I'm agent 5097 and I'm supposed to greet one of the new recruits," Harry said. The secretary looked through some papers and then said, "Oh yes, Mr. Potter. Room number 21. Just go right in." She pointed down a hall to her left. Harry walked and walked until he found room 21. He pushed the door open and walked inside. The room was almost exactly alike the one that Harry had woken up in. It was pure white, it had a bed identical to the one Harry had awoken in too. Harry glanced at the person lying on the bed. His eyes widened in shock. It was Percy Weasley.