Disclaimer: The rights of Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. I am making no financial gain from this story whatsoever.

A/N: Right, no more Muggle pop references. Got that out of my system. Back to the story at hand. More science, but as we're looking at it from Harry's perspective, it shouldn't get too confusing.

Note: The Queen's been used in this tale as a historical figure. She's not meant to be the real queen (obviously) but a figure of authority over both muggle and magical worlds.

Chapter 6
Her Majesty's Secret Wizard

Matthew Smith unlocked the front door of his home. Finally, he thought wearily, his day was over. The Home Office was working him to death. He had to ensure all the tests on the 'missing persons' were archived properly.

He closed the door behind him, and stretched his hand to switch on the lights. His hand brushed against the wall. What the hell...

"If you're looking for the switch," a voice said from the darkness in the living room, "you won't find it."

"Wha... who are you?" Matthew stammered.

"Who I am is of no consequence to you. What I want is."

"What do you want?"

"Information."

"On what?"

"The missing wizards and witches taken from your government."

"I don't know nothing about it. It would be a Ministry of Defence problem."

"You lie. It's precisely the fact that someone would believe it to be a Defence problem that it's being dealt by your department, Matty."

"Don't call me that. I don't like it," Matthew said.

"I know."

"Look," Matthew said, "let me switch on the lights so I could show you the papers."

"If you try to trick me again," said the voice, clearly threatening, "your wife, Nancy, and your kids, Amy and Charles, will come to the house from the school play tonight and find a very grizzly entrance. Your bloody heap."

"What do you m-m-mean?"

"I am well aware of the cameras you have in your home. I know that there is a camera at the top-corner to my right."

"Won't they wonder why I haven't switched on the light for the past two minutes?"

"Oh!" said the voice, losing its dangerous tone. "I completely forgot." A pause, and Matthew heard a swishing sound. "There, the camera at your bedroom has now seen you kick off your shoes and jump straight to bed. A simple illusion."

"Yes," said Matthew vindictively. "There are sensors that detect magic here."

"Oh," said the voice. "Not a big problem. This means I have," it paused, "fourteen minutes and forty-five seconds to get the information out of you. You will tell me the truth, or you will die. Do I have to torture you to prove it?"

"No no no. That won't be necessary," Matthew gasped. "What do you want to know?"

"The addresses to where the wizards and witches are being held. All three locations."

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The guards in the Reswaire Hospital were changing shifts. The night guards would come in as the day ones left, yawning after a long day. The hospital was under high security under strict orders of the government.

One of the night guards walked past a large oak, and promptly vanished behind it. His colleagues ahead of him didn't hear a sound.

The guard returned to the group entering the building, his clothes strangely disheveled.

"Names?" asked the sentry at the door.

"You know it's us, Paul," one of the group said. "Let us in, it's bloody freezing."

"Just performing the required procedure."

"Well, do it when we're inside!"

The door opened, and the group huddled inside.

"Excellent," said who seemed to be the head of the night watch. "You can leave now, Paul. Mark," he said to one of the group, "take his place."

The night watch were then assigned to their various posts, with the 'new' guy in charge of a corridor.

Harry looked around as they left him to do his job. This was a tough job. There were both magical and muggle sensors here and he'd be foolish to do anything rash. After getting the wizards and witches from the other two hide-outs that night, security here must have increased immensely.

First thing's first, he had to change his disguise. He didn't want the muggle he knocked out to be accused of committing the acts he'll soon do. He took out a vial, and promptly drank its contents. He gasped, that stuff tasted horrible even after all these years. It clearly wasn't an acquired taste.

Harry quickly discarded his clothes and set the portkey that he placed on it, so it could return back to the guard that was lying unconscious behind the tree.

There wasn't a discreet way to enter, the vast amounts of sensors made that impossible. He decided that if you can sneak around it, then blast through it.

He applied spells around his body. His teachers called them improvements. Pity he couldn't do them in duels. Any wizard worth his salt could dismiss them with simple spells.

"Hey," yelled someone behind him. "Just who the bloody hell are you?"

Harry attached his wand to his right wrist, with the head of the wand pointed towards the palm. He turned around. He raised his arms in a defeated posture.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I seem to be lost. Where exactly is the department for Research on Greek Chickens?"

"What?" was the stunned reply.

Harry grabbed the man's hand with his left hand. He slapped the man's head with his right arm, muttering a spell. The man fell down.

The alarms blared out. Sensors must have picked up on the spell. Damn, he wasn't supposed to be spotted immediately. Oh well, hiding the wand didn't work, he'd have to go it wizard-style.

He returned the wand to his palm and set out. He cast the invisibility spell on the wall to his end, and saw two of the guards rushing around the corner. He stopped, and just when they were about to pass, he sent two quick spells. They were knocked out before they even saw him.

Three down, twenty or thirty to go, thought Harry, until, he looked at his watch, ten minutes when back-up arrived, which would include the muggle military. He had to move faster.

He smiled, bent down and tapped both his shoes. And then ran as fast as he could.

Brilliant, it was just like playing Quidditch. The walls around him blurred, and he had to slow down a bit so he could actually see where he was going (and not slam into a wall).

He cast a couple of spells that made two illusions of himself appear. He then sent them away from his destination, with the illusions making as much noise as possible. That'll buy him some time.

He reached the research wing of the hospital. The door was locked with some keypad on the wall beside. He knew no magic that could unlock this. Although he had heard that some wizards knew.

Back to the task at hand. He raised his wand, took some steps back, and let loose with the destructive spells. The door held on until he used a variation of the spell Pettigrew used to frame Sirius. Then it fell back, unable to withstand all that.

He quickly sent two more illusions of himself inside, making them run in random directions, away from the cells. It meant that the two previous illusions vanished, as he was only capable of making two at a time.

He ran towards the cells, hearing the gunshots from the guards in this wing at the illusions. He reached a cell, and looked inside. He saw a group of wizards and witches of all ages inside. He broke the door down.

He looked around in disgust. The prisoners were extremely thin and looked mistreated. He'd kill whoever was responsible for this.

"Right," he said. "I'm here to get you out. There's," he counted them, "twelve of you here. Where are the other twelve?"

"Four are being tested right now," someone said (Was that a witch or a wizard? Harry couldn't tell).

"And the others?"

"Dead."

"Okay," Harry said. "Take these portkeys. Just say the wizard who Potter defeated to get out."

He couldn't say Voldemort himself, as he'd be transported, too. He had enough portkeys in his pockets for twenty-four people. He passed out the portkeys. They were bottle caps. They all said the Dark Lord's name, and vanished.

Right, Harry thought, now to get the four remaining.

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Doctor McGuinty entered his lab immediately after hearing the gunshots. He could lock himself in until the problems passed. It was cowardly, but he hadn't been in the military for quite some time.

Upon locking his door, he realised something was wrong. He saw a folder lying on the ground. He never let that happen, safety issues and all. He reached into his lab coat as he looked around the room. It was a small room, with few places for one to hide. His hand left the coat right when something moved out of the corner of his eye, at a corner of the ceiling. The object quickly fell down at him.

He turned and flung his hand forward, and was slammed to the wall. He felt it puncture something as he saw furious green eyes.

He was lifted off the ground and slammed on a lab table, as the person groaned out in pain. Within a second, a hand was on his throat, while a stick was brandished beneath his nose. Ah, a wizard. As he expected.

"What did you do to me?" Harry yelled.

"Nothing too dangerous," replied the scientist.

"Tell me, or I will kill you."

"Very well," said the nervous doctor. "I just administered a formula into you."

"What? You stupid quack, what?"

"An enzyme sample that blocks magic in cells."

"I can't do magic?" Harry growled. He said a spell. Nothing happened. Quick as a flash, he took the syringe the doctor stabbed him with and placed it over the doctor's neck.

"It's empty," said the doctor. "And there's no magic to remove from me."

"Idiot, one quick stab to the jugular, and this is becomes quite effective."

"What do you want?"

"Is this permanent?"

"Unfortunately, no." replied the doctor. "I said it was an enzyme reaction. Obviously that the enzymes will be degraded. That'll last about half an hour."

"I'll be dead!"

"That would not be an unfortunate event."

"Where are the rest of the wizards?"

"Dead," said the doctor without remorse. He screamed when the needle entered his flesh.

"Next time, it's the vein," Harry warned. "What's your research progress? And none of this scientific talk. Keep it simple if you want your life."

"O-o-okay," said the doctor, frightened after the stab. "We've gotten some temporary effects, like the enzyme one I got into you. However, the body recognises that it's different, and the enzymes have been broken down after a time. We are looking for more permanent means. And that's where we face the problem.

"To make something that will affect the wizards and their children, we have to deal with the genetics. To do that, we have to find the genes that cause magic. What makes a wizard and not a muggle, as you call us."

"Have you found the gene?"

"No," replied McGuinty. "Humans have at least 35,000 genes. We didn't know if it was one gene, or ten, or a few hundred. To find them all could end up like finding a needle in a stack of needles."

"How many have you found already?"

"Twenty-five, and that's with the help from your ministry."

"What can you do with the twenty-five you've found?"

"A few things," said McGuinty. "We've sequenced all of them completely. We're now looking at knocking them out, or silencing them."

"Confusing," warned Harry, pushing the needle slightly harder.

"It basically means," breathed McGuinty, "that we are looking for ways to prevent the magical genes from functioning. If they can't, then..."

"... then we can't do magic," Harry interrupted.

"Precisely."

"How long will it take?"

"It depends," was the reply. "We might get a breakthrough, or we might get some more assistance from your Ministry. It could take anywhere between months to decades."

"Excellent, I'll be sure to slow it down," said Harry, who then looked at his watch. "Twenty more minutes for this substance you gave me to wear off. But, alas, I can't stay here and continue the chat. You will remain in this room, and sound no alarm. Understood?

"Before I go, do you happen to have any weapons?"

"There area couple of pistols in the drawers," answered McGuinty, "and larger guns in the closet."

"Damn!" Harry said. "I never got the hang of guns. I'd kill myself, I'm that bad. Do you have any swords, or bows and arrows? I'm amazing with them."

"What century are you from? Who the hell has a sword or a bow?"

"Oh well," shrugged Harry. "I'll have to rely on wits. I'm doomed."

He unlocked the door, and ran out of the room. He returned almost immediately.

"I'm sorry, but it seems back-up has arrived. And since it's your fault my time has been wasted, I think it's only fair that you help me out."

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"Let go of me!" cried McGuinty. "I could be shot in the crossfire."

"That would not be an unfortunate event," replied Harry.

He was holding the scientist tightly, with his left arm around McGuinty's neck. His right hand had his wand, while his left held the syringe right at the researcher's neck.

"Come on," Harry ordered. "Move! We're at the door."

When McGuinty opened the door, light washed over them. Quite weird, as it still was night.

"Stand still," a voice boomed. "Or we will shoot."

Harry looked around him. In all directions, there were gunmen surrounding him. Some looked like law enforcement, others military.

Oh, bugger.

"What time does my watch say?" he whispered.

"10:45"

"Five more bloody minutes," Harry fumed. "Listen, I will stall them. You can inform them that I'm armless, but that would result in your death. If I go, you go with me, right to the bloody end. Understood?"

"O-o-okay," mumbled McGuinty. Harry could hear him sob. Hopefully, that was all he'd do in fear.

"Listen to me," he said in a Boston accent (Accents were another of the many things he learnt). "I am here to represent my people, The League of Lapins Fuerte. We have been oppressed by the evil Galinhas for too long."

"What are your demands?" said the voice. Harry couldn't tell where it was coming from. Probably many speakers were used.

"We have placed twenty-three bombs in twenty-three hospitals. I also have this idiot scientist in my grasp, so I'd advise you not to do anything hasty. Firstly, we want our leader, The Grand Oca, to be released immediately from his prison in Loch Ness."

"What else do you want?"

"I want a beautiful woman to come and tell me she loves me," Harry said, noticing that there was still two minutes left. "I just want to hear the words. No need for any actions."

"Matilda," the voice ordered. "Go and tell him that."

"Why me?" a female voice answered, sounding annoyed.

"The number of new recruits you've distracted over the years... there's always a silver lining. Go! That's an order."

One of the law enforcers got up and got closer to Harry.

"I love..."

Harry interrupted, "I asked for a beautiful woman. Technically, that means I wish to be able to see her. Tell her to remove the protective helmet."

Matilda got the order, and obeyed. She said the words he asked to hear.

"Oh my my my," Harry said half-seriously (and to waste time, of course.). "Such beauty should be bottled and sold to the rest of us unable to see this. Mona Lisa? Pfff!"

"What else do you want?"

Harry looked at his watch, twenty five seconds.

"I want to, lastly, wish Bulgaria luck on their future endeavours in Quidditch. It is unfortunate that they lost to Ireland, Krum was great. Does anyone know how they did in the '98 and '02 World Cups? Wait! What a coincidence! The Quidditch World Cup is held the same year as the football World Cup!"

Silence answered him. Then whispers broke out, with questions like "Kidich?" and "World Cup?" Someone said that Bulgaria didn't qualify for the '02 World Cup in South Korea and Japan (football).

"Anyways," Harry said, seeing as it was time, "I best be off. I do wish you guys all the best in the investigation, and your obliviations. Ta ta for now."

With that he pushed the scientist to the ground. He took out the portkey, and opened his mouth.

He said "Voldemort" just when the order of fire was sounded.

As he popped out, three of the twenty or so bullets shot hit him.

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Harry groaned as he appeared over his bed, and fell on it. His chest hurt, his cheek was on fire, and a bullet hit his upper leg, way too close for comfort.

He tried to stop the bleeding, by applying pressure on the wounds, but the pain just tripled. He groaned, never having been shot before.

He couldn't deal with this by himself. Who to go to? Hermione? As far as he knew, she was no healer. Oh well, he was going to regret this.

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Madam Pomfrey grumbled as she walked to the door. The blasted kids wouldn't let her sleep, even.

"I'm coming. I'm coming," she snapped at the door, as the knocking continued. She opened the door, and gasped.

"Potter," she said. "What have you gotten yourself into now?"

"Shall we discuss this after I'm at a bed?" Harry asked from the floor.

"Sorry."

"Now, Harry," said Pomfrey. "What's the matter?"

"I've been shot," Harry moaned. "There's a bullet in my face, chest and leg."

"What's a bulet?"

"A metal weapon used to stab people. It's small, a few centimeters, and metallic."

"Oh." She waved her wands around. Harry's blood loss slowed. She waved some more.

"I've found two metal objects inside you," she said. "It seems that the one that hit your face just scratched you.

"Oh," she said, frowning. "That is a problem."

"What?"

"The bully seems to have a substance that'll react with the pain-reducing potion I normally apply to injuries."

"And?"

"And this means I'm going to have to remove the ballets with you feeling it."

"I'll handle it," Harry said firmly.

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"What kind of monster are you?" Harry screamed.

"Shut up, Potter," Pomfrey snapped. "Or you'll wake up the school. Do you want them to know of this?" Harry was silent. "Good."

She waved her wand, and a bullet went out of his chest. Harry hissed, and his eyes became teary.

"You killed Voldemort, and you're crying over this?"

"It hurts."

"Wimp."

Pomfrey then started to remove the bullet from the leg. She held Harry's leg then, to stop him from twitching about. Harry yelped.

"Madam, I've been having fantasies over female health workers for quite some time," he said. "But wouldn't you agree that this isn't the right time?"

Madam Pomfrey didn't dignify that with an answer.

"Perhaps when you're done, we'll do something about that," Harry continued. "Ow!" he yelled when he felt her hand clench on the wound. "That was deliberate!"

"Shut up, Harry," she snapped. "There, I'm done."

"Completely?" Harry asked.

"You'll have to wear bandages," Pomfrey replied. "And you'll feel sore for days."

"Not that I had any plans, mind you."

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ATTACK ON MUGGLES

Last night, three muggle hospitals were attacked, each by a wizard. The first two attacks were stealth infiltrations, while the third ended in a battle between the wizard and muggle enforcers.

The Ministry have concluded that the attacks were from wizards. They have warned that harsh punishments will be applied to the culprits.

"Whoever had anything to do with this gross breach of wizarding secrecy laws will be punished extremely," announced the Ministry spokesman. "This is unacceptable, and dangerous."

It is unclear if the same wizard was the culprit in all three attacks. Sources in the Ministry have said that one called out demands in the confrontation with the muggle enforcers, who later were obliviated. They said that he spoke English, with a Northeastern American accent. Some of the words were of other languages, including French, Portuguese, Spanish and Italian. This reporter has taken the time to translate what was said:

"I am here to represent my people, The League of the Strong Rabbits. We have been oppressed by the evil Chickens (or Hens) for too long.

"We have placed twenty-three bombs in twenty-three hospitals. I also have this idiot scientist in my grasp, so I'd advise you not to do anything hasty. We want our leader, The Grand Goose, to be released immediately from his prison in Loch Ness."

The Ministry has put their best men on the job to ensure the safety of both the magical and muggle worlds.

Possible suspects is on Page 3

The Head Minister signing the Ministry bill on furtherrestricting muggle-wizarding interactions into law on Page 6.

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Everyone was seated at the table, and the meeting started. The person at the head of the table spoke first.

"Right, what's this about chickens, rabbits and bombs I hear?" he asked.

"Well, Head Minister sir," said one person. "Someone's infiltrated all three research facilities."

"I know that," replied the Head Minister. "But how?" Answers came from all directions of the table.

"He was a wizard."

"Same guy?" asked the Head Minister.

"Yes sir, the same guy entered all three places."

"Can you detect his wand?"

"No sir."

"Which means he's somewhat powerful," the Head Minister remarked.

"That and he somehow went out of the building without performing a spell."

"Why not?"

"He was stabbed with an enzyme mixture."

"Resourceful, too. Right, what of his identity?" the Head Minister queried.

"Polyjuice potion."

"Who's personality?"

"A dead muggle in Dublin. If he's as good as he seems to be, there will be no link to him."

"His claims for gooses and freedom?"

"Pure nonsense," was the reply. "He came for the wizards and witches being tested on, and that is clear."

"What do we do next?" asked the head of the magical government.

"We wait," someone replied. "He's left nothing. We must wait for him to make the next move."

"He has given us some extreme difficulties," the Head Minister remarked. "With the reappearance of the missing wizards and witches, and their revelation of the muggle experiments, we cannot risk continuing it in the foreseeable future.

"Okay, you're all dismissed. One last question, though."

"Yes sir?"

"One of Polanar's?"

"No," was the reply. "Not the modus operandi. He spared the scientist, and the police and soldiers. Polanar's men would've killed them all, and perhaps tortured a few."

"Are you telling me," said the Head Minister wearily, "that in addition to the hell Polanar's giving us, someone else powerful has chosen to join the fray?"

"That seems to be the case, sir."

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