A/N: Hey guys. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and now realize that comparatively my first attempt was crap. For those of you who reviewed, thank you. I really appreciate reviews of my writing. For those of you who didn't please consider leaving a review. Constructive criticism given with the intent to aid my progression to being a better writer is always appreciated, as long as it is in a respectful tone. Thanks to all my readers because as all fic authors will say we write for you guys. In any case enjoy the second chapter. Fenris.

Chapter 2: Chaos Returns

31,000ft. over the Atlantic Ocean:

Kyle was sitting in his seat on the aisle with his head leant back against the headrest and his Marine Corps baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. To all observers he appeared to be asleep but in actuality he was intently studying the other passengers and possible exits on the Boeing 747.

'Will you just relax, please?'

'Huh?'

Kyle turned to the woman next to him. Caroline Sharp was an extraordinarily beautiful woman. She stood 5'6" with a long mahogany hair that fell in waves down her shoulders. With her warm face and crystal blue eyes she turned men's heads ever where she went. Her appearance often deceived people and very few, if any, would guess that she was a five-year veteran CIA agent with two foreign combat deployments and a degree in psychology and intelligence.

'I told you to relax.'

'I am relaxed.'

'No, you're not. You're doing threat assessment. Honestly, we're on an airplane Kyle and not everyone is out to get you.'

'Yeah well, old habits die hard.'

Her sharp gaze softened. 'I know. What are you going to do now?'

Kyle sat up and looked straight ahead. 'I'm going to get Harry away from his bitch of an aunt. She was bad enough 10 years ago and I doubt she changed much, if at all. If she or her whale of a husband hurt him at all I'm going to fucking kill them.' The last part was growled and directed mostly to himself. Caroline rolled her eyes. 'As much as I appreciate the macho act you don't need it, not with me.'

Kyle looked her in the eyes. What she saw made her want to run in terror, despite the horrors she had seen with the Agency. His dark blue eyes were flecked with red and held a hint of something she had never seen before. His eyes held a glimpse of an unbound and mindless killing rage. Despite her best attempts fear crept into her voice.

'Kyle, please calm down.'

Kyle sighed and dropped his head in his hands.

'You have no idea what it's like to leave your friends in danger in order to defend your country. Harry's parents were my best friends, hell they were family. When I found out they were dead, I lost it. I couldn't stop thinking about how it was my fault. I had abandoned them. We were in the middle of a patrol the next day, a small down in the middle of nowhere in Afghanistan. It was my first tour. We were meeting the village elders in the village square when a kid, looked about 22, took a shot at us and I just snapped. It was an ambush and the place was stuffed to the gills with insurgents but I sometimes wonder what would have happened if it wasn't. As it is we leveled that town and massacred the Al Qaeda reinforcements. That fight lasted four hours, and when I ran out of bullets somewhere between the first and second hour I still didn't stop. Just went right on killing with my axe and knife. When it was all over I was still fighting. It took five of my own guys to take me down.'

Caroline listened in silence. She had known that Kyle had a psychological breakdown during his first tour, it was in his background file, but she hadn't known the specifics.

'I woke up in the hospital tent back at base the next day. I had been handcuffed to the bed. When my gunny came to see me, and explained what I did, I realized what had happened. I had fallen into the berserker rage. The blood of the Vikings flows through my veins and I had fallen into the battle madness. I had been shot sixteen times, I had multiple grenade fragments in one leg, and two broken ribs. I should have been out of the fight long before it ended. But in my rage, I hadn't felt a thing. Now I have a chance to make it up to them. Really make it up to them, not slaughter terrorists in madness against the world. But I swear to God if that fucking bitch hurt him, I will kill her.'

Caroline looked at him with a look of deep thought on her face. After a minute, she spoke. 'Is that why you left?'

'What?'

'Is that why you left me? I know you volunteered for that 18-month tour. I also know that you didn't have to go, you chose to. Is that why?'

Kyle sighed. 'What was I supposed to do?' he whispered. 'My rage, my madness. It is a part of me. It's etched into my DNA, into my subconscious. Besides, I was a killing machine. I didn't deserve you.'

'Don't give me that shit. Kyle, I ….'

'Stop. Look, do you know how much blood I had on my hands then? You must know a little, we meet while I was doing special ops if you recall.'

'I just did intelligence not kill counts.'

'87.'

'What?'

'87. I had 87 confirmed kills when we meet four years ago. Now? Now I have 162 confirmed kills and suspected another 130 unconfirmed. Almost 300 people, and that's not even counting the ones I have killed with explosives, my axe, or my M4! Those are only my kills with my sniper rifle! How can you honestly say that I deserve anything good in my life? Is this even a life? For eight years I was a reaper of souls, an unstoppable killing machine. I hunted people and killed them before they even knew I was there, and I was good at it! Now, without that purpose, I'm lost. The only thing I now is how to fight, how to kill. There is nothing on this earth that I can do in order to save my soul, to make up for the blood on my hands. The only reason I have to live is that somehow, somewhere my God will have mercy on my soul. And when He decides it's time for me to come home it will be His mercy, if anything, that allows me to enter heaven.'

'And if I don't care? If I don't care about the blood on your hands or the madness in your soul? What then?'

'Then you are either the bravest woman alive or the most foolish.'

'I can live with that.'

Kyle looked at her. 'Why me? What do you see in me that makes you love me so much that you can completely ignore the blood on my hands and the madness in my mind?'

'I can ignore that, look past it, because I can see a man who will fight for what he believes in, never back down from his beliefs just because everyone else does, and will do anything he can to make up for his mistakes. Even drop everything and cross an ocean to save the son of his friends. Speaking of which we will be there soon.'

They both started to gather their things and put away whatever they had out. Caroline was trying to think of a way to break the silence when Kyle spoke. 'I do love you. No matter what I did, I've always loved you.'

She turned to him.

'I know.'

o00O00o

Kyle pulled the rental car up the street and parked near the sidewalk in front of #4 Privet Drive. 'You stay in the car. I'm going to go inside and talk to them.'

'Bullshit. I'm going with you. I want to see what they are like.'

Both got out of the car and headed up the walk to the front door. They were half way their when they heard it.

'GET BACK HERE BOY! I'LL TEACH YOU TO DISRESPECT ME YOU LITTLE FREAK!'

The two looked at each other and ran forward. As they reached the front door Kyle pulled a 6" fixed blade, double edged dagger from a sheath on his calf, while Caroline drew her Sig Sauer P226 service pistol from its holster. Pausing long enough to get a nod from Caroline, Kyle kicked down the front door and rushed into the house, ready to fight. What he saw drove him to the edge of madness. A small boy lay on the floor of the front hallway. The boy had to be Harry as he had the same messy black hair as his father, but he looked extremely malnourished. His arm was bent wrong and bleeding and his oversized clothing was shredded with blood seeping through. Standing over him belt raised was a man who looked to weigh around 300lbs, with blonde hair and beady black eyes. With a roar Kyle sprang forward driving his shoulder into the man's ribcage, just below the heart, in a tackle that would have made any football coach proud. The huge man fell to the floor with an earthshaking thud, while Kyle rolled clear and sprang up on the balls of his feet, eyes narrowed in rage and knife raised. Caroline had rushed in behind him and was covering the door down the hall with her pistol while she stood protectively over Harry. The man rose to his feet and lashed out at Kyle with the belt. Kyle sprang to the side allowing the belt to wrap around his left forearm with a meaty slap before grabbing the middle of it and slicing through it in one deft stroke. Flinging the piece to the side he rushed forward and slammed into the man and drove him up against the wall with his left forearm against the man's throat and the knife held in a reversed grip, ready to slash or stab if need be. Behind him the door down the hall burst open to reveal an unnaturally tall and horse faced woman with extremely pale skin, blond hair and dull blue eyes. 'Freeze! MI6!' Caroline yelled, her pistol trained on the woman. She had identified as the British Intelligence Agency due to her background working with them and the fact that she was, currently, in Britain. The woman paled and stopped as she noticed her husband pinned against the wall and a pistol trained on her.

Caroline broke the silence. 'Is there anyone else in the house?'

The woman's voice was filled with fear. 'No, my son is at school.'

'Good. Move slowly towards the living room and take a seat facing the opposite wall. Any sudden moves and I'll shoot first and ask questions later. Understand?'

The woman nodded fearfully before slowly moving and sitting down on the sofa with her hands in her lap. Once she was seated, Kyle grabbed the man's left arm and spun him around twisting the arm behind the man's back and pushing it towards the right shoulder until the man bellowed in pain. 'Move fucknut,' he snarled 'one wrong move and I'll kill you where you stand.'

Once he was sitting Kyle closed the front door and gently retrieved Harry, who was shaking in fright and very confused, before moving back to the living room. The woman gasped as she saw his face clearly for the first time since they busted down the door.

'You!' she screeched 'How dare you burst into our home and attack my husband! You with your freakishness!'

Kyle switched his knife to his left hand before flicking his right hand towards the woman. A throwing knife slipped into his hand and he snapped his wrist sending it spinning through the air before it slammed point first into the boards between her feet. She shrieked in terror and reared back. Kyle's smile was predatory. 'Hello, Petunia, Vernon. Fancy seeing you again. You see I didn't even know Harry was here until yesterday and there was no way in hell, I was going to leave him with you, you despicable spiteful bitch.'

Vernon bellowed. 'HOW DARE YOU TALK TO MY WIFE THAT WAY YOU FREAK!'

Kyle laughed. 'I'm a freak? Really? You see I'm somewhat surprised that you call me a freak. The reason being that NORMAL HUMAN BEINGS DON'T BEAT CHILDREN BLOODY WITH A BELT FOR NO FUCKING REASON!'

'I WAS BEATING THE FREAKISHNESS OUT OF HIM!' The man's face had turned a nasty magenta and a vein in his forehead was beginning to throb.

"BEATING THE FREAKISHNESS OUT OF HIM?!' Kyle's voice had risen to the roar of the Viking captains, a volume that was known to slice through howling storms and roar over the wind and waves, easily drowning out the voice of the man in front of him. 'YOU ARE THE FREAK HERE! TO BEAT A CHILD FOR SOMETHING HE HAD NO CONTROL OVER! HARRY IS GIFTED, JUST AS HIS PARENTS WERE, JUST LIKE I AM!'

'THEN I SHOULD HAVE JUST KILLED HIM THE INSTANT I SAW HIM! WE HOUSED HIM, FEED HIM AND CLOTHED HIM THE UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BRAT!'

'UNGRATEFUL! YOU ARE A SPINLESS COWARD!'

'HOW DARE YOU!'

"ENOUGH! STILLHET! JERN LEDNING!'

With that Vernon was silenced and iron cord whipped from Kyle's hand and wrapped itself around Vernon's body, effectively binding him. Kyle was breathing hard and every line in his face was etched with fury. Then he looked at Caroline. She was looking at him somewhat amusedly and somewhat shocked. Harry was looking at him in awe and fear. 'Oh shit. I just did magic, didn't I?'

'Yup.'

'You don't seem to be surprised.'

'I got clearance for the M filed stuff almost a year ago. I did a more thorough background check. It's how I know about your abilities and what happened to the Potters.'

A small and timid voice interrupted their conversation. 'You knew my parents? You know what happened to them?'

Kyle turned and dropped to one knee in front of the boy. Looking him right in the eye Kyle spoke. 'I did. And they were some of the best friends I've ever had. I need you to trust me and I will tell you all about them, but first I need to heal your arm and then we have to get you out of here. Do you understand?'

Harry nodded.

'Good Lad. This is going to hurt but it has to be done.'

Kyle placed his hand over Harry's broken arm. Closing his eyes in concentration he spoke. 'Å fikse og helbrede bein.' A dark green glow covered Kyle's hands before extending to Harry's arm, which promptly set with an audible snap and then healed the break that had been there. Caroline and Kyle exchanged worried looks, Harry hadn't made a sound.

'There, now go get your things. We are leaving and you are never coming back.'

Harry walked over to the cupboard under the stairs and opened it before disappearing inside. When he came out he was holding a small bag with more oversized clothes, a few old and tattered books, and some small personal things in it. As he walked back Caroline looked in and her face, which had held a frown, shifted to rage. 'Kyle.'

'What.'

'They made him sleep in here.'

Kyle rounded on Petunia. 'You made him sleep in a cupboard under the stairs. And how long was he sleeping there for?' Kyle's voice was cold, sharp, and dangerous.

'Since we got him.' Petunia answered timidly.

Kyle's eyes narrowed even further. 'Caroline, get MI6 on the line and tell them to get their Social Services agent out here. Tell them that we are leaving with Harry.'

Turning to the boy, Kyle dropped to one knee again. 'Do you want to leave? Do you want to leave your home?'

'This has never been my home.'

At those words, the boy shivered and Kyle felt a cold wave of magic sweep over him.

'Sikt av Seiðr.' Kyle's sight exploded in colors. The incantation was a Norse one that allowed the user to see the magical structure of spells and wards. As he watched, Kyle saw the remnants of a white and red ward fall apart. 'Avbryt.' Kyles sight returned to normal.

'There were blood wards here. We need to move now. Whoever put them up will be here soon.'

Caroline nodded. She ushered Harry out the front door and got him situated in the backseat of the car. Kyle turned to Petunia and Vernon. 'You are despicable. To take out your jealousy and hatred on a 9-year-old, defenseless child is atrocious. You have not seen the last of me and when you do you will pay the price for your crimes. This I swear, thus it shall be.' A hunter green aura appeared around him before being sucked into his chest. 'Avbryt.' Kyle waved his hand over Vernon releasing him, but the other man was to stunned to do anything. Kyle turned and stalked out of the house to the car, where Caroline was on the phone. Petunia and Vernon watched in silence as they drove away.

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In an ancient magical castle in Scotland, an old man in deep blue robes with long white hair and bear, and twinkling blue eyes behind half-moon glasses, sat in his favorite chair behind his desk in the headmaster's office, when a small silver instrument on his shelf gave a piercing whistle and promptly exploded. The man stared at the silver pieces stunned speechless for a moment. 'Harry.' The man stood from his desk, robes flowing around him and steeped to the fireplace. Grabbing a handful of green powder, he tossed it into the flames and stepped in calling out 'Figg's house!' before being whisked away.

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Hey guys, hope you enjoyed the chapter. Huge shout out to Jasper Starfox and flame 55 for reviewing the last chapter. Please remember to leave a review or comment as they are greatly appreciated next time. Expect an update in the next week or two. Catch yah later. Fenris