This chapter should explain a few things.

Chapter 11: Powerful Secret

Harry walked tentatively through the door. Mr. Lee was currently sitting in on the other side of the conference table, looking through sheets of paper wearing his glasses. "Sir?"

Mr. Lee looked up before shuffling his paper a bit and putting them back into a folder.

"Come in Harry." Harry walked towards the table. "Please, sit down."

Harry sat himself down on the other side of the table before leaning forward and awaiting Mr. Lee to start giving him the briefing. Mr. Lee cleared his throat before clasping his hands together on the table and taking off his glasses, looking directly at Harry.

"Harry, I need to explain to you everything you need to know about the Elite V" Mr. Lee summoned a painting to appear on the wall. Harry looked at it. On the painting, there were six people. Three girls, two boys wearing the golden 'V' badge on their chests and a much younger Mr. Lee in the middle all waving at Harry.

"That, Harry, was the last generation of Elite V. They were the best group that I've had yet. Harry looked at the painting again.

"How many generation were there before this one?" Mr. Lee scratched his head before reclining in his leather chair.

"I believe three Harry. I started this secret organization when I was 20. Best thing I've done so far." Harry scratched his head.

"What exactly is it that we do?" Mr. Lee smiled before pulling out a piece of golden paper with Harry's name on it.

"That's exactly the question that I want to hear Harry." Mr. Lee smiled even wider. "As of when you wear this badge, Harry, you'll be given the command of every single Auror Division on the planet." This hit Harry hard. Every single Auror division on the planet. Merlin, that much power?

Mr. Lee pulled the Elite V badge from an envelope. "Harry, you must listen to me carefully. Yes, this is exciting but you will have to earn this badge. We, as the Elite V are the difference between Commanders and Rulers. We neither spend every time of our life fighting nor do we rule over large areas. We simply do a little of both." Harry didn't understand. Mr. Lee sighed before racking a hand through his silver hair.

"What I mean is that to tell you straight forward, you won't spend your whole time on the battlefield, heck, you won't even spend a quarter of the time on fieldwork. You will be called in when cases get too dangerous or are almost impossible to solve." Harry nodded.

"What do we do with the rest of the time?" Mr. Lee called in his Butler through a microphone who apparated right behind him a second later.

"You will train Harry. This is Balthazar who is my Butler, but he is also my Bodyguard and trainer. He is a the best trainer i have so listen to his directions. "You may leave Butler."

Balthazar took a bow before apparating away.

"Also, during you free time, you can travel." Harry's eyebrow scrunched up.

"Travel?"

"Travel."

"Why-" Mr. Lee stood up raising his hands high up into the air.

"Well Harry, when I was thinking of this system, I knew that your mind would turn into slime pretty soon because of the overload of work. This is one of the advantages of having five people. They would travel over the world stopping from town by town as a regular muggle or wizard and scout out any suspicious activity. You are allowed to stay at any town for any certain amount of time." Mr. Lee smiled.

"It gives the team mobility around the world in case of calls of danger." Mr. Lee summoned a large map of the world. "Let's say you're currently in Italy Harry," Mr. Lee's finger landed on Rome. "And there's a stress call in Russia."

His finger traveled to Moscow. "We wouldn't want you apparating all the way up there. No matter how skilled you are at apparating, you will have a high chance of splinching yourself if you travel long distances."

Harry finally understood. "So that means that there is a high chance that someone closer to me will be able to answer the stress call leaving me time to apparate short distances and reinforce him if he or she needs it." Mr. Lee beamed.

"Correct Harry! This is the advantage of teamwork and mobility!" Harry nodded before asking another one of his questions.

"How long can we travel?" Mr. Lee took out another sheet of paper, wrote his signature on it, and answered Harry's question.

"As long as you complete your training Harry, you will be allowed to travel anywhere you like."

"How will I pay fo-"

Mr. Lee cracked a smile again. "That's my next point Harry." He folded the large world map and put it away. In its place, Mr. Lee summoned a large Plasma T.V. It turned on before showing the world in precise clarity from space. Mr. Lee took out a keyboard and typed something into it. Now Harry, growing up with muggles, was not surprised by all of this. On the map, there appeared millions of large green dots.

"Those," Mr. Lee pointed to the green dots, "Are the countries currently on our pay role." Harry looked at the dots, there were millions of them.

"How much money do we get each month?" Mr. Lee waved his wand in the air writing a series of numbers. Harry's eyes opened up wide once he finished. He couldn't talk.

"Billions Harry, Billions of pounds, dollars, Galleons. Muggle or Wizarding, they pay us all."

"A month?" Harry was incredulous.

"This just proves how dangerous some of our enemies are. The countries are willing to pay large amounts to keep them safe. And as for the muggles…" Mr. Lee read Harry's next question from his mind. "Let's just say I have a lot of muggle friends situated around the globe."

Harry was speechless.

"This just helps Wizarding to Muggle relationships even more. As long as we'reagreeing and on their side, the muggle governments would never turn an evil eye on the Wizarding world. We are working as allies. Sometimes we help them, and always, they return the favor. The muggles pack a pretty big punch in their equipment. Ever seen a tank?"

Harry shook his head. "A tank?" Mr. Lee smiled before shaking his head too.

"You'll see in one of your missions."

"But Mr. Lee, what do these evil organizations want from the world." Mr. Lee's world turned grave.

"Harry, I do not understand fully human psychology but answer me this, what does a man with money want, what does a man with power want?"

"They want more power and more money sir."

"Precisely! The human mind is filled with greed. There are people everyday who are willing to do anything for money. Just name it Harry. Heck, you even pay people to have sex with you. That's preposterous!" Harry thought for a moment.

"That's not all that they're trying to do is it Mr. Lee?" Mr. Lee stood up before walking over to Harry's side and kneeling, taking one of Harry's hand into his. His eyes were piercing and warm.

"Harry, I want you to keep a terrible secret. You're the only person who's ever asked that in my life. Before I explain something to you, I want nothing to leave this room." Harry gulped.

"This secret is powerful but dangerous at the same time." Harry nodded to show Mr. Lee that he understood.

"Harry," Mr. Lee sighed. "Some secret organizations don't just want power or money. They keep a powerful secret under their breaths. This secret is so powerful that it may alter the history of the wizarding world to what it now is today." Mr. Lee's eyes went cold.

"Whoever knows this secret would be in great danger, for if told, would die. Did I tell you about the secret organization Knockturnal?" Harry nodded his head.

"That organization was formed millenniums ago Harry, holding a secret so dark that they have the power to control the world." Harry was dumbfounded as he processed this information in his head. Millenniums? Powerful Secret?

"Where did they start their organization Mr. Lee?" Mr. Lee's hand on Harry's gripped him even harder.

"Where the beginning of dark magic began, where dark wars originated and terrible things happened. If they didn't stop the wars, the globe would be destroyed." Harry needed to know the location.

"Where?"

"Egypt, Harry. The first ancient wizarding empire of the earth. Their power, dark magic." Mr. Lee looked at Harry again, his eyes bigger than ever.

"Harry, have you ever heard of summoning a monster?" Harry shook his head.

"Well sir, I've heard of monsters like giants and dementors and animagus's, but not summoning a monster. What in Merlin's name is that?" Mr. Lee lips were thin and pale.

"No Harry, I meant to summon monsters so powerful that they would destroy the Earth if they got into the wrong hands." Mr. Lee stood up and stared at a blank wall, he seemed to be daydreaming.

"My father was a historian and scientist Harry. He himself found out that there were things much worse than summoning monster. Certain Kings and Nobles in Egypt would summon armies of monsters to wage war. Armies Harry! Tens of thousands! Dark Wars raged everywhere for power over these monsters. More and more monsters were created during this war. The earth was in danger of being destroyed!" Mr. Lee whipped back, eyes bloodshot red.

"Until one day, there was one true king called the Pharaoh. He created a monster so powerful and mysticalthat he wiped out all dark forces opposing him. As you would probably guess Harry, evil lords tried to seize that monster from him. After the Pharaoh decided that it was too dangerous for even himself to wield the powerful monster, he locked it up in a tablet to be kept forever sealed in its captivity. Legends tell us that the monster's power was so great and it being so huge that people would have to be blind and have no brain to go against it." Mr. Lee sighed wearily.

"That is, until Knockturnal figured out a way to bring it back to life Harry. For centuries, they have scourged the land looking for clues that the Pharaoh has left behind in desperate need of summoning that animal back." Harry let the breath he was holding go.

"Why?"

"Why else, to destroy anything living on the Earth. For centuries, that organization has never breeded with anyone else but their own kind. They are self-centered and believe that there is only one race that is allowed to live." Harry thought about the purebloods.

"They have almost all the clues to succeeding Harry. They are so close. That's why they are so desperate." Harry began to panic.

"What if they do find a way to unleash that…creature!" Mr. Lee was calm and under control to Harry's surprise.

"Well Harry, that faith lies with me." Harry was once again confused.

"You see, my father found one of the Pharaoh's clues on accident on one of his travels. He didn't understand what it did, it was just some kind of riddle that made no sense to anybody." Mr. Lee looked back at Harry. "So he thought…"

"He was killed by that same organization for some reason." Harry looked at Mr. Lee's cold expression. "Harry, if you put clue upon clue together, you'll notice that my father found the last clue about the Pharaoh. That's why he got killed. That's why they are so desperate!"

"Mr. Lee, where exactly did you put the clue?"

My. Lee sat back down in his chair. "They ransacked my father's house, but found nothing to their interests. So they left me to rot. But, as luck may have it, my father left that studies in his suitcase hidden under the floorboard, where I later found. Inside his studies were the most wonderful golden information I've ever seen. Using them, I used my teenage years to travel around the world and grasp that treasure. You see many of them located in the core room, do you not?"

Harry nodded his head.

Mr. Lee summoned from out of nowhere a wore-down leather suitcase and made it fly down to his hands.

"In here Harry, is what keeps the faith of the world in check. If I keep this here, in safe captivity, the world will not reach any danger from that creature."

Harry breathed in and out trying to calm himself down. "What if someone does sir?"

Mr. Lee had another smile on his face. "Another genius move by the Pharaoh, my pupil. The Pharaoh had excessive physical and magical strength. Anyone that doesn't have an ounce of blood in them containing the same DNA as the Pharaoh will die from the creature. Just a safety factor."

"Harry, there's a reason why you need to train." Harry understood that, he pretty much sucked like crap right now.

"You magical power is pretty high, 80 out of 100 Harry but your physical strength is pitiful." Harry looked down.

"If someone took your wand away from you, what would you do?" Harry was speechless.

"From Blathazar, you will be trained in every singe aspect of physical training possible, and from me, you will work to improve you magical strength. After we believe you are ready to be sent out, you will get this badge." Harry saw it again. The golden 'V'.

Mr. Lee smiled, any other questions Harry?"

Harry cracked a smirk. "How much do I get paid again?"

Next Few Chapters: training starts, you get more close and personal with the new characters. Review!