Chapter 4
After collecting all the things he needed in Diagon Ally and Knockturn Ally, Harry bothered himself to look up every book on possession he purchased. In the end, he concluded that he wasn't going to find anything of use in these books. Promising himself to look more into it later, he turned to more pressing matters.
Sitting across from him in a muggle bar was Mathew Sandres, one of his secret contacts from his stint with Malcom. The man was tall at six foot six with a bulk of muscle on him and just as resourceful. Harry was currently disguised as a man in his mid-thirties, raven locks cropped short and neat on his head with a creamy complexion and a maximum height of six foot two. This was the face that every one of his past contacts knew, the face of Andre Shot.
"So what you are saying is that you want a shipping of armory in the next five days and a wide selection of men to choose from as employees?" Mathew asked. Andre nodded. Mathew leaned back slightly, thinking it over. "That will be a bit difficult, Mr. Shot." Andre's piercing gaze never left the unmoving man. He discretely shoved a bulging parcel over to the man. "Money is not an issue. Just provide what I asked and we will have no problems." Raising an eyebrow appreciatively at the contents of the envelope, Mathew nodded. "Will do. I will send a message to you once it's done."
Once Mathew left, Andre dialed a number on his cell. "Who is this?" A smooth baritone asked. Andre replied. "Alex, we're getting back in business. Round up your men." Then he cut off the connection. After downing the rest if his water he left the building and apparated to one of his manors. Black Manor stood tall and imposing, the castle intimidating in its brilliance. It would do splendidly as a safe house for his men and a meeting place. Before he could get anyone here though he would buy a building in muggle London and make due for now. Only his trusted would see Black Manor.
Removing his metamorphmagus disguise to his natural form, Harry mulled over his plans. He had some contacts such as Alex and Mathew that were still standing after his stay in prison. He planned to cultivate those and make sure they grow strong before going to Hogwarts. He will have to make them take oaths of loyalty and secrecy to him before doing anything significant. He can't hide as Andre forever after all. Which reminds him; he has to prepare a golem to stand in as Andre Shot to solidify his ruse to the general public. He, Hadrian Potter, would be the adopted son of Andre Shot.
Two hours later Harry found himself stuck in the office looking over his admittedly few contacts. This would not do at all. He grimaced at the inadequacy. He would have to employ Alex to gather more contacts. A name in red caught his interest. Naruto Uzumaki. He remembered the blonde briefly from his more personal errands.
Flashback
Harry crept into the building as quietly as he could, silencing charms serving him well. He was in one of the most dangerous crime boss' house searching out information. He had been watching this particular man for weeks now, and he was sure that he wouldn't get caught. The Italian crime lord was a man of routine, a fact which Harry knew and now took full advantage of. He was now away with his mistress at a fancy bar while most of his remaining men meant to guard the house were having a blast at the basement. A basement where the information he was looking for was locked away.
Avoiding the many cameras in the house by applying an invisibility charm on himself, Harry entered the crime lord's study, just a few feet from the hoard of men enjoying themselves. After a few minutes of searching, he used Alohomora to unlock the safe and pull out the required items along with a large stash of pound notes. He deposited them in his duffle bag.
Moving silently, he made to climb back up the stairs when an alarm blared. Cursing to himself, he flung to the opposite wall to avoid a collision with the guards that stampeded along the stairs. Seeing his way out blocked at the moment, he decided to lay low, moving further into the darkness of what he assumed were holding cells. 'Torture Chambers.' He amended, nose wrinkled at the sight of blood stained floors and chains in various of the rooms.
The quiet shuffling of feet caught his attention, prompting him to open the doors to his left. The room was as bare as all the others but for a man sitting on a lone chair. His body was covered in cuts, burns and bruises, and he could see the dislocated knee from where he stood. A prisoner. The chains that held him were searing hot somehow, burning into the man's skin, but he could see the burned flesh continuously regenerating itself. So this man was not a muggle then. Due to the lack of any magic to be sensed from him, Harry first assumed him to be a muggle, but now he could see he was something else. As he observed him, his eyes caught the glint of metal. His eyes widened. It was a symbol of a swirly leaf. He thought shinobi were myths or at least long extinct. It seemed he was wrong, some remained still. Only chakra would explain the quick regeneration.
He approached the man cautiously, the unmoving man unresponsive. "Hey, are you okay? You're a shinobi aren't you?" "What does it matter to you?" his voice was heavy with pain. "It doesn't. Though I'm sure you would be interested in answering my questions if it means you leave this place alive." The man snorted "I can manage on my own just fine. Thanks for the offer." Harry huffed. "It is quite obvious you can't leave on your own. By the looks of things you have been here for a couple of weeks. If you had the ability you would have left a long time ago. Am I wrong?" The man raised his head slightly to gaze at him with clear cerulean eyes. They roved over his small frame before looking away. "I don't know how you got in here kid but there's nothing you can do for me."
Harry scowled, displeased. "Are you so weak that they managed to break you so quickly, Shinobi. I don't even think you deserve the title of shinobi." The blonde snapped up to stare at him with burning eyes filled with anger and determination. "Do not underestimate me." He growled, the whisker marks on his cheeks getting a bit darker. Harry stepped back but said. "Same goes for you. You agree to answer my questions and I will get you out. Deal?" It took a while, but the blonde agreed.
End Flashback
That day he managed to rescue Naruto Uzumaki and gained his debt in the process. Naruto never learned his name, but he did offer his services if he ever needed them. There was no better time to call in.
Harry was going through the Black family library, a dozen books floating around his head while he paged the one he held. The self-updating library had a lot to say on possession; how to possess a muggle, how to possess an animal, how to possess a magical being, how to possess an unwilling host, how to possess a master occlumens, heck, even how to possess a spirit! He took down multiple notes and noted the spells and rituals used too reverse possession. He had penned a letter to the deputy of Hogwarts asking about the identities of the professors. He learned that the possessed Quirinus Quirrel was the new teacher, so he wanted to be on the safe side.
After a couple of hours he stood up from his desk and then proceeded to floo to the Leaky Cauldron, his Andre Shot persona in place. He apparated to a well-known night club where he would meet his contacts. The bouncer let him through without question. He sought out his targets in the writhing crowd, spotting them scattered loosely. Using an attraction charm he made sure they noticed him pass by and follow him into a VIP lounge he prepared, where the music was muted. One by one the man entered, studying each other warily as they gathered in the room.
"Thank you for answering at such short notice." Andre started. "For those who have never met me, I'm Andre Shot, your employer from here on forth unless there are problems?" he watched each one of the five men, who stared back at him with varying degrees of interest. A brunette in the middle was the first to address him. "I get that you called us here to work for you, but all we know is your supposed name. I think I speak for everyone when I say information on you is scarce." The more vocal individuals grunted in agreement.
Andre nodded. "You are right of course Liam. I take caution to whom my identity is known and I don't trust anyone." He said flatly. He offered each one of them a sealed file. "I chose each one of you for a reason. You are all magical, related to someone magical or knowledgeable with magical society. You will serve your purpose in both worlds or I'll find someone else to fill the gap. I'll give you a day to digest and come to a conclusion about working for me."
Alfred Johnson checked his file to find a document detailing his old nemesis Tyson Amber. The man was as slippery as an eel and invisible as a chameleon. He wondered why his name came up. Along with the document was a thick wad of bills that made his heart skip. He looked up at his maybe-employer. "Are you bribing us to work for you?" A small smirk made itself known on Andre's lips. "Think of it as an incentive for what I can offer. Don't take this lightly either. Good day gentlemen."
Taking the dismissal for what it was the men left. Andre pondered if they would take the jobs. Samuel Braxton, the red-head of average height with brown eyes is a former military agent. He pulled out due to his wife's death in a shooting and now does the odd jobs here and there. His son was then abducted two years later and to this day he hasn't been found. In his envelope was the whereabouts of his son Zack Braxton and a detailed list of the people that took him three years ago.
Alfred Johnson used to be part of a criminal organization in the magical community that became disbanded after the dark lord's fall due to the imprisonment of the crime lord and most of his henchmen. The same crime lord was bailed out and disappeared mere months later. His file contained the details of Tyson Amber. Knowing Alfred's hatred for Tyson for murdering his parents a few days before capture, Harry gave the man over.
Alex WInstone is a disowned pureblood who took to the underworld after graduating at Ilvermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He is an accomplished assassin but never associated with any particular group or individual. That is until he met Andre Shot, a budding crime lord but in no way idle or lacking. At the time he worked with Malcom Polkiss along with his boy whose name is still lost to him. Andre was able to provide Alex some quality armory, which prompted him to work closely with Andre and at times Polkiss. He then got a message that Andre would be leaving for a while but will return soon. He was thrilled when he got called in by the man but he wouldn't go in with stupid delusions. Andre was clearly not a man to fuck with.
Liam Houston is a muggleborn to the low in the British royals Houston family. He grew up in the muggle world but reestablished his connection to the magical world. He has worked in the criminal world his whole life but was betrayed by his very own group. Since then he wandered alone.
Naruto Uzumaki is a wizard originally from Japan. He used a special kind of energy called chakra which had replaced his magic in his childhood. People like him, who had chakra, were called shinobi. This special energy made him stand out from the rest. Naruto guessed that Shot knew of the unique abilities he had and sought him out for them. He also knew that Shot knew of how desperate he was for a good deal right now. Ever since he was imprisoned by that Italian crime boss a few years ago he lost most of his contacts. People now thought him incompetent, which irked him considering the many jobs he completed for the assholes. The most embarrassing thing is that a small boy saved him that day. Even so, he was painfully curious of the little guy, not to mention that he was eager to pay his debt to him for rescuing him. He didn't like debts. The boy had disappeared like mist though. For now, he would work for Andre.