Chapter 5 - Coming Clean
"So this youth knows you are an agent, James." M looked livid. Standard operating procedure was to remove any person who knew an agent's identity for some memory altering treatments, which were very unpleasant, and not without side effects. James had not reported the incident because he did not want Harry to suffer that fate.
"It is not a matter of concern!" the old man said.
"It is for me and my department." M replied with an icy stare, "Steps will have to be taken!"
"The boy will not be touched!" the old man said. His stare met M's and its fire melted the ice instantly. James had never seen M quail before anyone but this man had a presence the like of which he had never seen. You knew he could compel compliance if he needed too. James was even more baffled.
"James, I can call you that can't I, Mr Bond?" the old man asked pleasantly, as if the incident with M had never happened.
"Yes, please do." James replied.
"What exactly have you been teaching Harry?" the old man said pleasantly.
"Ah well, it would seem you already know I have been giving the boy some basic combat training. He's going to need it, if what he says about this Voldemort character is true. I just hope he has learned enough. Six weeks isn't much time." I replied avoiding looking in M's direction. I was going to pay for this no doubt. But the boy needed whatever help he could get.
"I was wondering if you would be interested in a proposition I have…"