Rachel A. Prongs - I totally agree with you. But then again, when Dobby did magic, Harry got blamed for it... Anyway, it was required to fit into my story I guess.
Chapter 3: On The Streets
Harry lugged his luggage around, not realizing that he had just been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had considered flagging down the Knight Bus but that would almost certainly attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic, and Harry couldn't have that. He remembered the last time that had happened. As soon as the Knight Bus reached the Leaky Cauldron, Cornelius Fudge, the current Minister of Magic, was there to meet him. Harry didn't want that. He didn't want to be treated specially just because he had prolonged the inevitable, Voldemort returning to power.
With a start, Harry realized something. When he had gone to retrieve his luggage, hadn't the cupboard door flung itself open without any physical assistance? "Oh no!" he thought. "I would surely be expelled from Hogwarts for that." He hoped with all his heart that the Ministry of Magic hadn't received intelligence of this but knew the chances of that happening were slim. They would monitor his residence more intensively than any of the other underage wizard/witch houses because he was the "Boy-Who-Lived", a title that many other boys his age would carry proudly and use it to their advantage to get girls or something. But Harry Potter wasn't a normal fourteen-year-old boy, so he never thought of that. Instead, he wished someone else was the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry found that bearing that title was a burden and also brought more trouble than he had bargained for.
Harry sat down in an alley somewhere in Surrey. He had been away from the Dursley's for almost one whole day and he was weary and tired. Harry had decided that he would walk to London, for he had absolutely no Muggle money and flying on his broomstick would be considered as using magic, and the Ministry would then be sure to know where he was.
Harry shook his head and started composing a To-Do list in his head. He would definitely have to get a job. That was one of the first things that he knew he needed to do. "Maybe walking door-to-door offering his services would be a good idea," he thought, for the Dursley's certainly wouldn't post any Wanted posters or called the police. They would probably be happier, apart from the mess in the house and trying to explain everything to Piers.
After getting a job, Harry realized that he needed somewhere to live, somewhere for shelter. He decided against calling the Weasleys or the Grangers. He had subconsciously decided that being friends with those two would only provoke Voldemort to attack them, for Voldemort would certainly realize that they were one of his weaknesses. "The less weaknesses, the better," he thought in his head. "But, where else would I find shelter. I mean, it would probably take weeks to save enough money to live for one day in a moderate hotel."
His question was almost immediately answered though. As he sat there, he didn't notice that a shadow was approaching him. Harry suddenly looked up and saw the shadow there. Fearing that it would be a Deatheater, or worse yet, Voldemort, he took out his wand and screamed. The shadow lunged at him and clamped a hand over his mouth. The shadow jumped over the fence at then end of the alley still carrying Harry and camouflaged himself in the dark forest. Harry listened hopelessly as footsteps were heard in the alley. He couldn't scream for help for the hand was still clamped firmly over his mouth. Soon, the footsteps in the alley receded.
The shadowed figure unclamped Harry's mouth but kept a firm grip on him. He led Harry into the darkness of the forest, and Harry could do nothing to stop him, not that he didn't try, for the figure held him in such a position that he couldn't be kicked by Harry yet Harry's arms were still gripped hard enough so that they couldn't budge.
Soon enough, they reached a clearing in the forest where the moonlight shone through. Harry debated sending up sparks into the air, but decided not to. The sparks would only be hard to explain if a Muggle came and the shadowed figure would certainly take him away. The figure tied Harry to a tree and built a fire in the center of the clearing.
For the first time, Harry got a good glimpse of the figure. It was a he, he could tell, and he was around Harry's age, judging by his height. The mysterious person took a rabbit out of one pocket of the black cloak he was wearing and cooked it over the fire.
Despite the fact that he was tied up and miserable, Harry still ate the piece of rabbit that was offered to him, although hesitantly. "Don't worry," the figure said. "It isn't poisoned." "Who are you and why did you bring me here?" Harry asked. "Oh that," the person laughed. "To answer your second question, I brought you here because you were screaming and you almost gave away my position." "Your position?" Harry asked. "Oh, well, I can't really tell you anything else right now, but..." At this, the stranger started walking around Harry as though inspecting him. "Yes..." he mumbled. "What are you doing?" Harry asked nervously, trying not to fidget. The stranger, who appeared to be finished examining Harry, said "Tell you what, I'll untie you if you agree to join us." "Join what?" Harry asked, now utterly confused. "I can't tell you if you don't join. To give you a better idea on what will happen. Let's just say that if you join, I'll untie you. If you don't, I'll leave you here tied to a tree. You'll probably starve to death," the stranger replied. Harry gulped at this. "I'll join," he mumbled feebly.
"Good," the stranger replied jovially, patting Harry on the back. "My name is Michael Granger, but you can call me Mike. I'm a junior secret agent for the CIA." Harry had heard of the CIA before and was surprised to be asked to join but was more surprised at this agent's name. "Are you by any chance related to Hermione Granger?" he asked. "Never heard of her," said Mike, "From now on, don't call me Mike, call me 34, kay? And by the way, what's your name?" "Oh, my name is Harry Potter," replied Harry distantly. He was still thinking about the last name 'Granger.' "Can it just be a coincidence?" he questioned himself. "But Granger isn't a common last name."
He was shaken out of his reverie by Mike. "Hey, you OK?" he asked concerned. "Yeah, I was just surprised to be asked to join the CIA." "Oh," Mike laughed. "That's normal. Heck, I was surprised too. Where do you live? We can ask your parent's permission."
"I don't have any parents," Harry answered dully. "Oh, sorry about that. I don't have any parents either. So we're both orphans right? You can come live with me if you want." Mike said. "Really?" Harry asked surprised. "Sure, we're both fellow agents now. We can go visit the head of our department tomorrow. It's late tonight." And with that, Harry followed Mike to his place.
Harry woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. He remembered last night and sat up straight in his bed. Even more surprising to him was that he didn't have a nightmare last night. "I guess those dreams only come at the Dursley's," he thought. Harry looked around the room he was in. It was huge. Probably the size of the Dursley's living room and kitchen combined was the size of this room that Harry estimated. "Even though your a kid, there still are perks to being a CIA agent." Harry remembered that Mike had said that last night after he saw Harry gaping at the mansion.
Harry got dressed and walked downstairs. Walking into the kitchen, he asked Mike,"You need any help with that? I got plenty of experience with the Muggles-" Harry suddenly stopped in midsentence. He had just said 'Muggles' in front of Mike. Horrified, Harry put his hand over his mouth. But Mike appeared to have no problem with that word. Maybe it was because he thought that Harry was kidnapped. "Whoa!" he said. "You call your kidnappers Muggles? What a weird name." "Wha-" Harry began, but quickly corrected himself. "Yeah, those kidnappers made me do all sorts of weird chores." "Well, anyway, I don't need any help. Breakfast is ready already." Mike said. "What the-" Harry heard Mike begin, and then he heard a crash, like a plate breaking. He walked into the kitchen and saw that all the plates in the house were levitated in the air. At first, Harry thought it was his magic that was making the plates go haywire. But he realized that that was impossible. He had control of his magic. With a start, Harry realized that it must be Mike's magic. But Mike had never ever been invited to Hogwarts. CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! All the dishes were crashing to the ground. Mike looked apologetically at Harry. "Sorry," he said. "Weird stuff has been happening for the past few days. Plates floating, phone not working right, things flying into my hand. Still haven't figured out what happened." "It's OK" Harry quickly said, but he was wondering "Can Mike be a wizard?".
"Well," Mike said, trying to get rid of some of the tension in the room. "Let's go meet your new boss, shall we?" "Sure, why not," Harry replied, and they were off to meet the boss.
This chapter was a little weird. But Mike fits into my story when it progresses.