Chapter 11 : Wait, The FBI Has Their Own Jet

Quantico, Virginia, United States of America.

The team pulled into empty parking spaces just as the motorbike pulled up across from them. Potter stepped off his bike, removing his helmet and locking it to the handle bars. Removing his "go bag" from the side of his bike, he joined his team at the cars.

"That is one hell of a bike, Potter and in great condition. Where did you get it?" asked Morgan.

"A 1969 Triumph Bonneville, classic British bike. It was my godfather's, he left it to me after he died and I refurbished it after I left school."

"Not the most convenient vehicle in our line of work."

"I was only going to ride it today - I wasn't really expecting a case on my first day, regardless of the reason I'm here in the first place. I have another vehicle that I'll be driving to and from work."

The group made their way across the tarmac and then to the jet that was waiting for them. Boarding the plane, Harrison tried to mask his surprise at the interior.

"Wait, you guys have your own jet?"

"Oh, yeah. You guys don't have one in MI6?"

"Hah, no, no. Nothing like this." Of course, Harrison couldn't mention the true method of travel so he left it there.

"Alright, let's go through your files, Potter. We will be in the air for a few hours, so please give us as much detail as you can."

The team crowded around the set of seats that had its own table. Harrison sat next to Reid, Hotch and Morgan opposite them and Prentiss and JJ perched on the seat's armrests. On the table, Morgan had set up a laptop and Garcia popped up on a video call.

Harrison took a deep breath and started to explain the watered down version of both Wizarding Wars.

"In those packets is an extensive list of suspects, however we do think this list is incomplete. We have no idea how big the group is or who is currently leading them, I'll get to those in a bit," Harrison paused before continuing. "There is a lot I need to cover, but please let me get through it before you ask questions. This won't make sense at the beginning, but please trust me when I say it is all important to know."

"1970 was the year that widespread terror encompassed Great Britain and it continued for about eleven years. A series of terrorist attacks plagued the country and it was all led by one person, Tom Marvolo Riddle. It was all contained in the UK thankfully, but I do know that the news of these attacks were worldwide headlines." Harrison took a sip of water before moving forward.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle was a psychopath. There is no doubt about that. He was a troubled child. His father was absent and his mother died in childbirth, she only just making it to Wool's Orphanage in London and giving birth to Tom in 1926 December 31st. He was bullied in that orphanage, aggressively so. The orphanage had very little money and he was still in that orphanage during World War 2 and the Battle of Britain. He often sought revenge on those who had a go at him, but he was manipulative enough to hide his true nature so nothing was proven."

"When he was eleven, he received a scholarship to attend a prestigious boarding school in the Scottish Highlands, Gaidhealtachd School for the Gifted. This school is incredibly old and the building is actually a castle, turrets, towers, dungeons and everything. Most of the students are from prominent families, aristocratic types, but you can earn a place with scholarships too so the shortlist of students each year are not large, maybe 20 or so new children start there each year. Anyway, Tom thought it would be his escape, to become someone but he was bullied there too, in his first year anyway. He had no money to his name, no family of importance, children can be horrible."

"I'll summarize the rest of his school years. Tom's mental stability degraded at an alarming speed while he also began his quest for power and social domination. Simultaneously, his ability to hide his true nature grew in leaps and bounds and used his good looks and charming persona to ingratiate himself to the school and its students and teachers. By the time he was twelve, he was a leader in his group of like-minded individuals who came from families of standing."

"Tom's first through fourth kill came when he was just sixteen. By that point, he had become obsessed with finding out who he was. He refused to accept that he was a nobody. He discovered that he could trace his lineage back at least a thousand years and his ancestor was actually one of the founders of the school, a very important family in the history of the area. In June 1943, he unleashed an airborne poison in one of the girls' bathrooms that killed one student and several others caught a whiff but managed to recover. He framed another student for this tragedy and no one thought to disbelieve him. A couple months later, he tracked down his father and grandparents before murdering the three of them in cold blood."

"Skip forward a couple more years, he graduated from the school and no one had any suspicions of his true nature. After leaving school, he traveled the globe, learning and gathering more followers. He believed that we are all split into four categories. Pureblood, Half-Blood, Mudbloods and Blood-Traitors. He believed that he would rule over the United Kingdom but annihilate all those who were not "pureblood". Think of it like Hitler and Nazi Germany. We're talking genocide on a large scale."

"So as I said at the start, 1970 is when he was in full power. He had fashioned himself a name that would send terror through the public for many years; Lord Voldemort. His followers were named Death Eaters. They launched many attacks against all those who opposed him and those who he believed were unworthy of living. Most of his targets attended the same school though. Bombs were his specialty." Harrison needed a break from talking.

"I assume he was stopped?"

"Yes. Sometime in 1980, a prophecy was given that pertained to Voldemort and someone who was predicted to be his downfall."

Reid's face lit up. "A prophecy? Do you know what it said?"

Harrison gave a sad smile. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

"Ok, I mean that sounds awfully self fulfilling. It doesn't say that the person WOULD kill him, but that they COULD."

"Yes, well by that point, Voldemort was verging on the point of being completely insane so he heard there was a threat to him and his people, he sought to eliminate said threat. The prophecy referred to two sets of couples however only one went into hiding. They had determined that they were the ones likely to be targeted rather than the other. The young couple took themselves and their baby son, Harry, and told only one person where they were going. James and Lily were both MI6 as well so both were trained in combat. Lily turned the nursery into a bomb shelter as they knew that their baby was the target."

"Hold up, his target was the child? He thought a baby would be his downfall?" asked Morgan.

"The prophecy didn't specify when the person would attempt anything, but may as well get rid of the threat when they're defenseless right?"

"That's just sick." replied JJ

"October 31st 1981, their friend who had known their location, sold them out to Lord Voldemort. The Dark Lord killed the father first after telling his wife to take their son to the nursery. Lily was unable to fully close the nursery door and Voldemort set off the bomb he carried with him. Lily did not survive the blast but Harry was hit by the collapsed ceiling and thankfully he managed to survive with only a cut on his head."

"It was assumed that Voldemort was killed in the blast, but a body was never found. His followers disbanded and most of them managed to bribe their way out of trouble. Most of his followers had high ranking positions in the government. All was good for the next ten years. By the time Harry was ten, he was also invited to the same school his parents had gone to too. He had been on the list to attend since his birth. There were some whispers that Tom Riddle had come back to finish his original plans but nothing was confirmed until 1996. By that point it was already too late. A teenager had previously been kidnapped by the person who had sold out James and Lily and was attacked and tortured by Voldemort himself and another teenager was murdered in front of the other. When both teenagers were returned to the school, the government refused to believe that Voldemort had returned and went as far to say that the boy had killed the other himself. The public was forced to retract everything they had said about the boy and apologize after Voldemort attacked a government building."

"From 1996 to 1998, Voldemort unleashed hell on Britain once again."

"Yes, these attacks I actually heard about that, there were multiple bombings across London right?" asked Hotch.

"Yeah, I attempted to write a paper on those actually but there was surprisingly little information about it available." mentioned Reid.

"A lot of it was all kept hush-hush. This was mostly to protect the identities of some of the important players in this war but also politics and aristocracy got in the way so everything was kept quiet. Anyway, although the ultimate goal was to take over the UK, his other goal was to eliminate the boy that constantly got in his way. School year of 1997, Voldemort's followers had infiltrated Parliament and Gaidhealtachd. May 2nd 1998 Voldemort himself invaded the school with one thing on his mind; Harry. Harry had not returned to school that year as he was on the run but knowing that his friends were stuck at the school, he returned as Voldemort knew he would. The battle that commenced lasted only the day. When all seemed lost, Harry managed to get the best of Voldemort and managed to sneak up behind him, driving a sword through Voldemort's heart."

"Tough kid." said Morgan.

"Unfortunately a lot of his followers got away and it's those people we suspect as being the cause of the murders here."

"I noticed you didn't mention any last names here. Do you know Harry?" asked Prentiss.

"Have a look at the folders, all the names are there."

"So, James and Lily were….. James and Lily Pott-" Hotch stated before locking eyes with Harrison.

Harrison lifted his fringe off his forehead for the agents to see the lightning bolt scar. "Yes, I was the baby predicted to be Lord Voldemort's downfall, my parents were killed in front me, at the age of fourteen, I witnessed his return only to be ridiculed and branded a liar and I was the one who killed Tom Riddle."

"Holy shit, you're serious aren't you?" asked Morgan in disbelief.

"Unfortunately."

"How are you a functioning adult?" asked Reid.

"Psychological assessments are required when joining MI6, I assume it's the same with the FBI. Anyway, my boss ordered me to 6 months of therapy to deal with it all."