Disclaimer: The wonderful world of Harry Potter belongs to JKR, the Inquisition belongs to Games Workshop, and the assorted characters belong to Games Workshop, and Dan Abnett.

Harry sighed as he entered his home, feeling a sense of calm surround him despite the disheartening mission Lord Rorken had given him. Shrugging off his heavy coat, Harry cast a glance at his surroundings.

The Ocean House it was called. Built into the side of a cliff in Sicily, the entire place seemed more like some tropical resort than the home of a deadly Inquisitor. The location was really a luckily find, he thought. The section of cliff the manor had been built into was natural, looking as if someone had taken a giant ice-cream scoop and carved out a section of the rock face allowing the entire manor a beautiful view of the sea. With many wings, plenty of staff, enough training facilities to suit his needs and many recreational places, Harry and his staff wanted for nothing.

There was a soft pop at his feet, and Harry looked down to see one of the older House Elves at his feet, dressed in the same miniature maid's outfit all the female Elves wore.

"Hello Master Harry." The small creature greeted, bowing low with a smile on her face.

"Hello Minsy." Harry greeted. "How have things been while I was away?"

"Quiet Master Harry, although Master Bruce has been making his own food again." She answered, with a small, slightly frustrated frown at the end.

Harry chuckled and shook his head. Minsy absolutely hated it when someone made their own food or cleaned up after themselves. "Not what proper Masters should be doing!" She always claimed. "I'm sure it was a simple mistake, Minsy." He placated, reciting the same words he always did when Bruce set her off.

The little Elf 'hm'-ed disbelievingly and shook her head slightly before looking up at Harry with another smile. "Is there anything Minsy can get Master?"

"How about a bacon sandwich?"

"Right away, Master!"

With another pop she vanished. Harry smiled indulgently and walked off to his favourite place in the house: the sea terrace.

With a large table in the centre and the one wall being one large window overlooking the sea, the terrace was the perfect place to relax. Lowering himself into one of the plush sofas Harry allowed himself a sigh but smiled when a plate bearing two bacon sandwiches appeared beside him. Taking a bite and laying down on the comfy piece of furniture, Harry thought over what Lord Rorken had told him about the mission.

One of the most talked about topics was dear old Albus himself. Harry already knew most of it, having looked into the old man's files himself, but it still provided some good insight. Dumbledore, to say the least, was a master of manipulation. While he never coveted power or position, Dumbledore seemed to already have it. Besides being Headmaster, Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump, Dumbledore often considered himself the 'Leader of the Light' in the wars against Riddle, a fact no one contested. As such, the old man often got his way with a word here or a speech there. All because he defeated Gindlewald during his rise. Harry snorted. He'd seen the report on that final battle. When Dumbledore had found him, Grindlewald was already winded from fighting Inquisitor Stern, who had used up most of his strength saving his retinue from a cave-in. Granted Dumbledore was also wounded from fighting his way through Grindlewald's fortress, it was still a lot less grand than the history books made it seem.

He sighed and covered his face with his hands. Fighting Riddle he could handle. Revealing his existence to a country who practically worshiped him was something he could do without.

Wiping his mouth free of crumbs, Harry stood and prepared to brief his staff. Tomorrow they left for England.

Albus Dumbledore sat in his rather handsome office, sucking on one of his beloved Lemon drops. The meeting with Alessandro went well he thought. He hadn't seen the venerable Lord Inquisitor in many years and it had been good to catch up. Naturally he'd been rather miffed at the situation regarding Harry's disappearance and training and had made sure Alessandro knew. And naturally the Inquisitor Lord didn't care. He cited that Inquisitorial recruitment and training was no one's business but the Inquisition and that if they wanted to take Harry and train him then the only one who had the right to say no was Harry. Dumbledore had eventually dropped it, knowing a warrior as old and powerful as Lord Rorken wasn't easily cowed.

Despite that minor unpleasantness, Albus had managed to convince Alessandro to assign the mission of protecting Hogwarts and help combating Voldemort's Death Eaters to young Harry. When he'd asked if the boy was capable of handling himself in a fight, Rorken had actually laughed at him, saying there was no worry.

That had him worried. Although the Inquisition had a long and glorious history, there were occasions when one of their Order delved too deep into Dark and forbidden magic, becoming what the Inquisition called Heretics; the worst kind of Dark Wizard. If Harry had been exposed to those shady elements within the Inquisition then what had he grow to be like? He sighed. He had hoped that by placing him with the Dursley family all those years ago that he'd be protected against any threat from Voldemort after his demise and that once he'd attended Hogwarts he'd be more willing to accept training for Tom's eventual resurrection. Harry's disappearance, and what Albus had thought was the undoing of the prophesy, had robbed the old man of most of his hope, believing that there was no one else who could put the war to a final end.

'Lets just hope that young Harry has remained pure and is willing to cooperate with me towards the Greater Good.' Dumbledore thought.

Swallowing his lemon drop, Dumbledore prepared to continue on with his paperwork when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door creaked open to reveal the worn figure of Argus Filch, the school caretaker. "There's a boy here to see you Headmaster. Says it's important."

Dumbledore immediately brightened. 'This must be Harry.' "Please send him in Argus."

The old Squib nodded before opening the door wider, allowing the visitor to enter the office proper.

'Good Lord.' Dumbledore thought. 'He looks just like James.'

The teen before him stood tall, his shoulders wide and his body strong from countless hours of physical training. Black hair that had been untameable on his father was now cut short, the famed lightning scar clear on his forehead. Green eyes, every bit as green as his mothers, gleamed with inelegance, free from the constrains of glasses as his father's had been. His face was angular and clean shaven.

With his clothing, Harry had seemed to prefer darker, more nondescript coverings. A white button-down shirt lay underneath a breastplate made of…was that black Basilisk hide? Indeed it was and Harry seemed to have a fondness for the rare and powerfully protective scales as he also had gloves, boots and a long coat made of the great snake's skin. A pair of reinforced dark blue jeans, tough enough to provide protection but flexible enough as to not hinder him, covered his legs, held up by a black belt with silver buckle.

His most peculiar accessory however was the cane in his hand. The metre long stick appeared to be made of marble with veins of green running through and fashioned with silver. From the way he walked, Harry didn't require the walking stick so why did he carry it Dumbledore mused.

Pushing those thoughts aside for the moment, Dumbledore swept to his feet, a smile on his wrinkled face. "Ah Harry, it's good to see you alive and well."

Harry nodded to the old man pleasantly. "Headmaster."

Albus gestured towards the seat in front of him. "Please take a seat. Lemon Drop?"

"No." Harry waved his hand. "I'm afraid I'm not really fond of them."

"I hope you had a pleasant journey here?" Dumbledore asked as he lowered himself into his own chair while Filch closed the door, off to prowl the castle once more.

"Taking a Cross-Continental Portkey isn't the most pleasant experience but I'll survive." Harry assured him. "Although I must say I was surprised when Lord Rorken assigned me this mission."

"How so?"

"Well Inquisitors usually choose their own assignments. Being chosen for one by Lord Rorken was surprising but the fact that this mission had to be assigned to me specifically was the biggest surprise."

"Yes," Dumbledore said. "When I heard that you were alive after all this time, I asked Alessandro to assign you this mission because I felt that you'd be the best person to handle it."

"Why me? Why not another Inquisitor who has more years of experience?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore looked slightly uncomfortable. "As the Boy-Who-Lived you are a symbol of hope to the Wizarding public; proof that Voldemort can be defeated. Also if you were to join the battle, knowing what you are, Voldemort and his Death Eaters would be less inclined to fight."

Harry nodded in agreement. "True, but if you remember, the Wizarding community isn't all that comfortable with the Inquisition. They believe that an Inquisitor sniffing around means they'll be taken in for questioning, and never seen again."

"But surely only those that are Dark should fear repercussions from the Inquisition?"

Harry chuckled. "Headmaster, a great man once told me something: "Everyone is Dark, it just depends on how Dark they are". There's a good measure of truth in that statement."

Dumbledore frowned. "That's not a very productive way of thinking, Harry."

"There's another way of putting it: "Everyone is light, just some more than others". One makes you suspect everyone while the other makes you suspect no one. I prefer the first as it helps you survive."

Dumbledore 'hmm-ed' in thought, but didn't pursue it.

"Now how about you fill me in on what has been happening in Britain. You'll have to forgive me, I haven't been keeping up to date with the goings on." Harry started things off, his face becoming a mask of professionalism.

"A year ago, during the Third task of the TriWizard Tournament, the school champion, Cedric Diggory, was transported out of the school grounds by a Portkey made by what later turned out to be an escaped Death Eater. From what we can gather, Voldemort used Cedric in a ritual to regain his body. We believe that Voldemort took Cedric's magical core to stabilise this new body."

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. "I think I know what ritual you're talking about but if I'm right you need magic, bone and blood from three different sources. Do we know what those sources were?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes. Voldemort used Cedric's magic, the bone of his Muggle father and…" The old man looked saddened. "…I'm sorry Harry…he used the blood of your Aunt Petunia. She's dead."

Of all the reactions Dumbledore had been expecting, the one Harry gave would have been the last on that list. Instead of a gasp of surprise or outright denial, Harry blinked then clapped his hands together once with a laugh.

"You're joking?" Harry asked in disbelief, a small smile starting to creep onto his lips. He leaned back in his chair, gazing of into space with a small pleasantly surprised look on his face. "I'll be damned, I guess evil really does die." He shook his head to break his thoughts and turned back to a stunned Dumbledore. "I'm sorry Headmaster, you were saying?"

"Harry…are you okay?" He asked, slightly concerned for the boy.

"I'm fine." He said pleasantly. "Perfectly okay. Why?"

"It's just that I've never seen anyone actually laugh after being told that one of their family has died."

Harry snorted. "Please, Headmaster, I'm fine. I won't loose any sleep over that woman's death and to be perfectly honest, the world's a far better place with her gone."

Dumbledore was now even more concerned but decided to set aside that conversation for later. "Well after Voldemort's resurrection I tried unsuccessfully to convince the Minister that Voldemort had indeed returned and that we should begin preparations for war. Cornelius, however, decided that Voldemort simply couldn't be back and so decided not to take action. Over the last year he and the Daily Prophet have been trying to discredit me and convince the Wizarding World that I was going senile. It was only after Voldemort tried unsuccessfully to break into the Department of Mysteries that the truth became known and the Ministry finally acted."

Harry was silent as he digested this information. "What was Riddle looking for in the Department of Mysteries?"

Dumbledore took a deep, contemplative breath and Harry instantly knew he wouldn't be getting the full truth. "I believe he was searching for the reason for his defeat by your hands. Whatever it was, we know he hasn't found it yet."

Harry just stared levelly at Dumbledore for many long minutes and the older man began to squirm under that intense emerald gaze.

"He was looking for the Prophesy, wasn't he?"

Dumbledore chocked on his own breath and began to sputter incoherently. Harry allowed a victorious smirk to grace his features and mentally gave himself a round of applause for catching the great Albus Dumbledore off guard.

Finally Dumbledore managed a few words. "H-How did you…"

"How did I know?" Harry leaned forward and gestured for Dumbledore to do the same. In a stage whisper, Harry said, "You're not the only one with a Seer."

Dumbledore's eyes widened. "You have a Seer in your employ?"

"No." Harry flopped back in his chair. "The Inquisition does. Quite a few actually but you didn't hear it from me."

"I don't understand Harry, if you already know that you're the only one who can defeat Voldemort then why didn't you come back to Britain sooner?"

"Two reasons. One: I was busy. And two: I don't believe in prophesy."

Dumbledore was incredulous. "Busy? What could have been more important than defeating Voldemort?"

"How about defeating any one of the countless other Dark Lords, Ladies, cults, organisations, fanatics or any other deranged individual that has been terrorizing the Wizarding World?" Harry asked. "My priorities don't just include the Wizarding population of Britain, Dumbledore, I have an obligation to every other nation out there, be it Wizard, Muggle, Goblin, Werewolf, Vampire or otherwise. Plus the fact that I only made Inquisitor status a year ago means that I couldn't drop everything and come running to save your arses even if I wanted to. Now, what has been done to counter the Death Eaters?"

"Harry I feel I need to ask--"

"Dumbledore." Harry warned. "Move on."

The Headmaster sighed. "After it was revealed that Voldemort had indeed returned, the Minister was quick to raise the DMLE budget back to what it had previously been, with a twenty percent increase. He has yet to send out emissaries like I suggested and the Dementors have abandoned Azkaban, freeing the Death Eaters that were imprisoned there. We know that both groups are with Voldemort now. Beyond that there is nothing to add."

Harry rubbed his temples. 'It seems Fudge has made a wonderful mess of things.'

Dumbledore chose this time to bring up an issue of great importance (To him at least). "Harry, in regards to revealing your identity to the people, I would suggest a public--"

"No." Harry interrupted. "That plan went to hell the second you mentioned the word 'public'. Let people find out whenever, I'm not going to be paraded around like some show dog. I'm sure the world will know after you announce my post as Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at the Sorting Feast so leave it till then."

"That's still a few weeks away, people could do with the reassurance that--"

"Don't care."

Dumbledore sighed seeing that Harry wasn't going to let this go. "Alright Harry, well go along with your plan, but I still think mine would be best."

"And I still don't care. Now before I go, there are some things you should know. I need private quarters here with room enough for up to six different people at once. There also may be times when I will have to leave the school at a moment's notice. When this happens you will not try to hinder me, or God forbid, have me followed. Any person tailing me that does not work for me will either end up in St Mungo's or a graveyard. I will also have a number of my staff with me, these people have Inquisitorial clearance and may enter the castle whenever they wish. Make no mistake Dumbledore, I'm an Inquisitor, not a teacher so don't be expecting grade-A teaching skills. My priority is defeating Riddle and the safety of this school."

Harry stood from his chair and stretched, feeling his back crack wonderfully as he did so. Cracking his neck, he looked at Dumbledore. "There are some things I need to do, is there an address where I can find you?"

Dumbledore spoke very clearly. "The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, London."

Harry felt the location slip into his memories and nodded. "Good. If I need you for anything, I'll find you. Until then, I'll see you at the Sorting." With that, Harry swept out of the room, leaving a slightly dumfounded and winded Dumbledore to his thoughts.

Harry appeared in Diagon Alley and a second later, a small Glamour Charm was cast upon his scar, hiding it from view. As he walked down the winding street towards the Leaky Cauldron, Harry sighed. This would most likely be one of the last times when he could walk around this country looking like himself without getting mobbed. 'I'm so not looking forward to seeing the tabloids when they hear about me.'

Breaking from his thoughts, Harry gave a distracted wave to the wall behind the Leaky Cauldron and the bricks moved aside to allow him passage into the tavern.

Pushing past the other patrons, Harry strode over to the bar and waved to get the owner's attention. "I'm looking for Mr Fewester's room." Ariticus Fewester was one of his common aliases; the name belonging to a fictional potion supplier from Manchester.

The barman, Tom as Harry would later find out, looked over the register and tapped the correct name. "Here we are. Fewester, room 143."

"Cheers." With that, Harry made his way to the correct room and tapped the door softly. He felt someone's magical signature on the other side of the door in a second.

"Who is it?"

"Your fairy godmother." Harry called back sarcastically. The door opened a crack, and one violet eye stared back at him before the door was opened fully.

Harry was greeted by a vision of pure erotic beauty. A woman who appeared to be in her mid-twenties with skin as fine and as pale as porcelain stood before him. Luscious black hair fell in a cascade over her exposed shoulders and neck, tumbling down her back. Her rather well endowed frame was clad in a corset made of black dragon hide. A white band of well toned stomach was exposed before her curvaceous hips disappeared into a pair of tight but flexible black leather pants from which her long legs dipped into a pair of heeled dragon hide boots.

She placed one hand on her hip, the other resting against the door. Unintentionally or intentionally, she created quite an inviting sight. "You took your time." She commented in a voice as smooth as silk.

Harry snorted and walked past her, into the room. "You should try living up to your name, Patience." He said as he flopped down onto the bed.

She closed the door with a flick and strolled over to the bed with an easy gait. Folding her slender arms over her pronounced chest, she replied, "I have patience but you know I get fidgety during the day, when I haven't had any blood and when the full moon is near so give me a break."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Vampires. So much drama."

Patience Keys was Harry's first ever addition to his staff. Or rather, she was his staff for a time. Barely a month after getting his rosette, Harry was tracking down a Potions Master in France had been trying to off the French Minister and his family for quite some time. The man was a mediocre dueller at best but had in his employ a small coven of Vampires from Italy to protect him from anyone trying to claim the substantial bounty on his head. When Harry had tracked the group down to an abandoned Cathedral on the outskirts of the city, he had in mind a cunning plan to coral the group, separate the Potions Master from his Vampire guards and swiftly kill or capture them all. The plan was foolproof.

Then Patience happened.

Just as he had been about to set off his meticulously thought out plan, the entire wall across from where he was hiding caved in, crushing a number of Vampires beneath the heavy stonework. Out of the smoke Patience leapt, claws slashing and teeth gleaming. She basically danced around the other Vampires, her attacks reducing them to smouldering piles of ash. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw the Potions Master making a run for it and took off after him, cornering the Wizard in the top of the Cathedral spire. Just as he'd been about to execute the man, a bloody Patience came out of no where and threw Harry across the room. She had grabbed the Potions Master by the throat and had been about to sink her teeth into him when a rather strong Banishing Charm from Harry sent her tumbling arse over tit. From there it degenerated to nothing more than an all out brawl. It only stopped when they both noticed something fly past them and out the window.

That little bastard of a Potions Master had been a moth Animagus. That hadn't been in the reports.

When the little moth disappeared, Patience swore up a storm, putting her fist through the wall more than once. With a glare that could have frozen flames, Patience warned Harry that if he interfered again she'd kill him. After that, she vanished, leaving a bruised and more than slightly miffed Inquisitor to limp back to his hotel room. That was the pattern for the next week. They would end up finding out where the Potions Master was hiding and through some cosmic joke, the two always showed up at the same time. It was during the ensuing fights between the Inquisitor and the Vampire that Harry learned the Story of Patience Keys. It seemed that the potion that their target was trying to kill the French Minister's family with was made from ingredients rendered down from a certain magical creature: Vampire. To be specific; the ingredients the man was using were taken directs from Patience's sister and mother. She had been hunting him for years and now that she found him, she wasn't going to let some child take away her vengeance.

They would have argued more on the issue of who got to kill the Potions Master if it wasn't for one thing. It seemed that the target didn't just hire Vampires from a family. He had hired the entire family. Suddenly being surrounded by a horde of ravenous Vampires was more important than arguing over who got to kill who (Especially to Harry, considering he was the one with warm blood pumping through his veins). After almost an hour of brutal fighting, it was a very bloody and battered pair that lay on the floor of the Potions Master's latest hideout, the glowing ashes of the dead Vampire family laying around them. The whimpering little toad they had been fighting over lay a few feet away, crying as he tried desperately to break the Full-Body Bind he was under. Too tired to do any more fighting, Harry just waved Patience towards the man, not even able to speak as he gulped down much needed air.

The man's death was decidedly short and very bloody.

After that, the two just sort of fell in together. Harry never offered her a job and she didn't ask for one but that's what happened. He didn't even remember when she moved into the Ocean House or when he got her Inquisitorial clearance. It just happened. For the past year the two had been living and working together comfortably. It was an odd relationship to be sure.

Harry shifted his legs to allow her space to sit on the bed. "Where's Bruce?"

"Gone to get some food, said he was hungry. So what's the plan?"

"Well I need to make a visit to Gringotts sometime, see about my parent's Will. I'll probably do that after the announcement in case it gets leaked that a boy who looked like James Potter came in asking about the Potter family vaults. I also need to set up a place for us to live before we go to Hogwarts. We may not need it but it'll be a good place to have as a fallback."

"What did Dumbledore say?" She asked as she rolled onto her stomach to see Harry's face better.

"Nothing much. Baldymort's back, the Ministry wasted a whole year trying to bury their heads in the sand and now they're struggling to set up any sort of defence against Death Eater attacks plus they've lost the Dementors to him already." He sighed. "That idiot Fudge really has made a mess of the whole thing. I'll need to pay a visit to the Ministry as well."

"What are you going to say?"

"The truth. That the Inquisition is taking over the leadership in this war and that Fudge's administration had better not fuck up by trying to save their own careers instead of doing their jobs. I'd oust the little tosspot from office but I think that could cause more problems than it would solve. I'll leave him be for now but give him a warning."

Patience let her chin rest on her crossed arms. "Sounds good. How about you deal with the Ministry and me and Bruce will go house hunting? We'll even get the basic Ward package so you can add all your own little surprises."

Harry smiled down at her. "Why are you so good to me?"

"You pay me a shit load of money, let me live at that resort you call a home for free and I can go on as many missions as I want without any governments trying to drive a stake through my heart." She replied with a coy smirk.

"Plus you buy us some truelly sweet weapons."

They both turned to see the final member of their little team walk in the door, bags of take-away in both hands as he kicked the door closed with his foot.

Bruce Hornton was a large man. A very large man. Large as in 'Yetis could have been his ancestors' large. His well muscled frame was fit into a snug black T-shirt and a pair of dark jeans, a pair of heavy boots covering his feet. His hair was shaved short and his face and head were covered in scars.

The story of how Bruce came to join Harry's staff wasn't as exciting as Patience's. Basically, Harry needed a gunman and Bruce was recommended by one of his friends from his days as Alizabeth's Interrogator. Bruce had all the makings of a veteran soldier, except he had never been in the army. Most of what he knew of handling a gun came for screwing around with his dad's rifle collection as a kid. There had only been one thing that could have been an issue.

Bruce was a Muggle.

Harry didn't care, neither did Patience but it could have been a problem with any magical government. Luckily Harry wasn't one to cower to another's ideals. He accepted Bruce after a short but productive display of his skills and had never regretted it since. He just had to work a little to make it possible for Bruce to pass through all those Muggle repelling Wards and presto! Instant gun totting maniac at your service. Harry and Patience both owed their lives to Bruce's sharp eye many times over.

"Good one, Lurch." Harry said as he tucked into his fish and chips.

"Think nothing of it, Shrimp." Harry wasn't short but everyone was a midget compared to Bruce. "So what's the plan?"

"You and Patience get to do some house hunting while I go boss around the Minister for Magic."

Bruce snorted. "Gee, can't wait. Maybe I'll get lucky and there will be a angry Gnome looking for a fight."

"Oh shut up, it's not like sitting in a meeting with the Minister will be any better." Patience told him as she stole some of his kebab.

"You never know, there could be an assassination attempt during the meeting and where will we be? Stuck going round some old dear's house in Orkney."

"Keep that positive thinking coming." Harry snorted.

The next day, Harry decided to visit the 'esteemed and noble' Cornelius Fudge at his office. Patience and Bruce were off looking for their new home and Harry had made sure to warn Bruce to only take weapons he could hide.

Both Harry and Patience had smacked him for trying to stash a twelve-gauge shotgun down the side of his jeans.

Now he was standing comfortably in the lift taking him to the DMLE. As was only natural for the leader of a country, the Minister's office was located at the back of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, opposite the lifts.

When the ding sounded and the usual calm voice warbled from the speaker announcing the floor number, Harry stepped out and strode towards Fudge's office with purpose. He glanced around at all the Aurors running around, noticing small green skulls floating above maps tacked to the walls. It was probably a list of all the homes the Death Eaters had visited so far, Harry guessed. After casually swerving to avoid a rather haggard looking Witch carrying a growling crystal ball like it was a bomb ready to go off, Harry soon found himself standing before the office doors of the Minister for Magic.

Or rather, standing before the Aurors standing before the office doors of the Minister for Magic.

"Good morning, lads. Mind if I go in?" Harry said pleasantly.

The head Auror scoffed and looked down his nose at the boy. "Beat it, kid, the Minister's got no time to waste with you."

Harry tilted his head to the side, not offended in the least. "I really need to see him now. If you step aside it'd be much appreciated."

The Auror was clearly getting annoyed. "Sod off, brat! I said you're not going in and that's that."

Harry shrugged. "Fine but maybe this will change your mind." He reached into his coat and the Auror's immediately tensed, their hands reaching for their wands. Harry only smirked and withdrew what he was looking for.

His rosette dangled from it's chain which Harry held tightly in his hand. The Aurors immediately recognised the symbol from their days in the academy and paled significantly. All except the head Auror who laughed uproariously, gaining the attention of quite a few passing Aurors who were watching the confrontation.

The head Auror finally managed to get his humour under control and stared at the raven haired teen incredulously. "You think I'll fall for that, kid? An Inquisitor at your age? Ha, that's a laugh, I bet you stole it from a real Inquisitor." He grinned viciously. "Do you know what the punishment for that is? No? Well, let me tell you: they take you away from your family and lock you away in a little cage for the rest of your miserable life." He slowly drew his wand and stepped towards Harry menacingly. Harry's pleasant smile never left his face. The Auror held out his hand towards Harry. "Give me that and I might let you go with a warning. You don't want the Inquisition to hear of this and lock you away do you?"

Harry shook his head, smile still in place. "That won't happen."

The Auror sneered and raised…his empty hand? He gasped when he felt a heat lightly burning his chest and looked down to see the boy's pointer and forefingers of his right hand millimetres from his skin, a dangerous green light pulsating from the end. The Auror's pulse quickened and sweat began to pour down his face. He'd seen that green light before.

Harry, smile still in place, spoke with a voice that was both casual and yet dangerous. "That won't happen because we don't imprison someone for stealing a rosette." The boy's eyes seemed to glow and the air became a heavy weight that pressed down on the other Aurors, preventing them from helping out their comrade. Harry leaned close to the frozen Auror before him and spoke in an eerie whisper, "If someone steals an Inquisitor's rosette or worse, tries to use it, the punishment…is…death."

Harry cocked his head to the side. "You seem to know a bit about Inquisitors, even if that information is a little off. Tell me, do you know what the Inquisition's policy is on the use of the three Unforgivables? No? Then let me tell you: there is no policy. An Inquisitor can use any of the Unforgivables at any time, on anyone." The teens voice chilled those around him.

The heat from the pulsating Killing Curse at the end of the boy's fingers was blistering the Auror's skin but instead of scorching warmth, there was only chilling cold. The touch of death and it was only a hair's breadth from the man's chest.

Harry leaned back a bit to give the Auror some space but his hand never moved. "Now, are you going to let me in?"

The Auror nodded shakily.

"And you won't give me any more trouble?"

The Auror shook his head frantically.

"And if I come here again will you cause me any trouble?"

The Auror was practically in tears as he shook his head again.

"Good." Harry withdrew his hand as the green light faded away and the oppressive force holding the Aurors hostage lifted, leaving them sweating and panting. The head Auror Harry had been speaking to fell to the ground in a shivering mass of flesh. Harry looked at the man in concern and turned to the other guards who flinched away from the boy's gaze even though his pleasant mask never faltered once. "You should probably take him for a drink or something to settle his nerves, perhaps take him home all together." He suggested. The Aurors nodded fearfully and hauled the man to his feet before dragging him away between the cubicles, drawing many confused stares.

Harry noticed the other Aurors who had stopped to watch the confrontation were looking at him with wide, fearful eyes. "What?" Harry asked innocently. The Aurors just backed away slowly, going back to what they were doing and trying to erase the last few minutes from their minds. Hurry just shrugged and turned back to the now guard-less doors.

"Here we go." He said to himself and with a wide smile on his face, Harry threw open the doors to the office of the Minister for Magic and announced his presence to the packed office.

"Heeellllooooo Minister!"

A/N: There we go, another chapter. Give a review and tell me what you think or just to give a suggestion.

PAIRING

Thinking on it I have come to realise that neither Ginny or Hermione would be suitable for Harry in this story but despite this they will still play a large part in this. I have decided that the pairing will be either HarryXTonks (Or Honks), HarryXOC (Either Patience or another one) or one of the other older girls. May hold a poll.

CHAPTER LENGTH

Short, yes, but considering I wrote this all in one day I felt it was good enough to post. The future chapters will be longer (most likely after the next chapter as it would be like a Chapter 2 Part 2 or I'll just make it one long chapter.).

HARRY'S ALIGNMENT

He's grey. He may use dark spells and the such but he has light goals.

INQUISITION

You don't need to know of the Games Workshop's Inquisition to understand this story as I'll explain everything as it comes up. If you don't understand something feel free to ask and I'll answer to the best of my ability.

GRIMMAULD PLACE SURPRISE

I know I promised it but I wasn't happy with the first draft of this chapter. It will either come up before Hogwarts starts or during it.

I'd also just like to point out how Harry doesn't take any shit from Dumbles. Old Albus is at a disadvantage in this fic because despite his many titles, the Inquisition is in charge so technically…Dumbledore answers to Harry, not the other way around. Harry has the power and not that lemon sucker, isn't that fun?

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