One would think that Harry Potter, might pick some place with better memories than the place he was beaten starved and hated. But as it was the earliest place he could recall. He somehow just knew that this was the place he had to return to die. He did not understand why. Maybe the Emperor himself had planted that knowledge. But he just knew it.

Harry thought of his time on this planet, once called Earth by the people who lived and died here. He recalled being beaten, starved, both of food and affection, these were his earliest memories. He honestly did not have any memory of his 'recruitment' as he had been dying from an infection in his arm, the result of a compound fracture that was not treated by his first 'family'.

He recalls, falling asleep in his cupboard, in pain, feverish, and just wishing to die so the pain would go away. When he awoke, he was on a strange metal bed, with a dull eyed 'man' with a metal arm with all sorts of medical looking instruments attached to it. He recalls now being afraid of it, hah, afraid of a simple medio-servitor. Of course when your 8, and believe that your planet is the only one in the universe, a lot of things are scary.

He recalls fading in and out of wakefulness for the first week (or so he was told), his arm was healed, he was fed, and within a few weeks. He was allowed to get up and explore the ship a bit, by now he had been told where he was. But was unsure if he believed it. Flying thru space in a spaceship? Sounded too Star Trek to be real. Captain Argus had come in many times over the last week that he had been awake and asked many things. The man never seemed to get upset if Harry did not know something, or could not remember. The gruff 'Doc', Lieutenant Benna, the ship's Apothecary rarely spoke to Harry, other than to ask if anything hurts, or if he was hungry. When he asked where they were going or how long it would take to get there. The Captain, simply said to your new home , and as long as it takes, the Warp is a strange place

Well, Home turned out to be another ship, even if in over 200 years of life Harry had never explored it all, it was that big. Named 'The Tower of Angels'. It was basically a small planet with Warp engines. The next 5 years or so Harry became some form of a mascot to the entire Chapter, a 'Little Brother' to just about every Marine who ever meet him. He studied, mostly Battle tactics, the history of the Chapter, and the Imperium as a whole. Within the first year he had also started some basic physical training, which would not totally end until he was encased with the dreadnought. Before age 16, he could strip, clean, repair and reassemble a bolter, or storm bolter, with his eyes closed. The Apothecary in charge had said he was old and strong enough to start his transformation into a space marine. This was as a year that he only remembers parts of, the Geneseed injection and accumulation took almost 3 months, as his exact genotype had not been subject to this process in thousands of years. It took some time for the Apothecaries to figure out how to prevent rejection and bring him to his full potential.

By now Harry looked to Captain Argus as a father, and mentor. While Argus was always busy with training of the Scout Company. He always made time for Harry, and they discussed many things, including the text that had sent the good Captain to get him in the first place. While it was vague and begot more questions than it answered, somehow the both knew that it was right and they studied it together. About halfway thru his 16th year, Harry joined the Scout company in training. While his implants were partly installed and healed, it would be a few more years before his body would be able to completely interface with the full suit of Power Armor of full fledged Dark Angel, the scout armor still provided very good protection against most small arms fire, and other such hazards.

By his 17th birthday, Harry had been blooded, and was a veteran of several battles, mostly in space hulks full of Genestealers. While they normally sent in the terminators to do this work. Scouts would go in and quickly ensure that there were no hidden Genestealers were left, and mark anything that could be salvaged. Of course, as good as the Veteran Company was, a few managed to sneak by and the scouts had to take them out, or at least hold them off till the Terminators arrived. Harry's first planet side mission was a simple recon job, to see if the reported Genestealers Cult on the planet had completely taken over or was still in the process. The report was not good. They seemed to be ingrained in almost every aspect of daily life, and not a single image of the Emperor was anywhere in sight. They returned to the ship, and the Commander of the Battle Barge, 'Undying Faith ' ordered the ultimate recourse, EXTERMINATUS.

At this point, Harry and Argus decided that it was time to follow the next part of the book that had lead to Harry's rescue. Permission was applied for and granted, to return, two squads of Tactical Marines would accompany them, and they would bring back the first ever batch of recruits from Earth.

They did not know exactly what they had to do on Earth, just that that had to return to the island called England and defeat an enemy, the book called 'The Greatest Dark Lord in history'. What exactly a Dark Lord was, they were unsure, but unless it was a greater daemon, two squads should be able to handle about anything.

After a long boring space flight, where Harry trained with the Full Brothers of the 7th Tactical Company/Reserve. While he could not stand up to the full assault of a bolter, his lighter weight armor and weapon and his ability to blend into the landscape allowed him to 'tag' just about as many 'enemies' as the average Brother. It was at this time, Harry decided he was NOT crazy and that strange things did happen around him, when a strange force shield appeared in front of the Sgt, of the squad he was training with, stopping the bolter rounds cold. Captain Argus, decided that Harry must have the gift of psychic ability, and that he would train him to control it. What Argus did not tell Harry at the time, was no Psychic known could put up a shield of that type, let alone do the other things that Harry had reported being able to do.

When they did arrive at Earth. One Squad took a Thunderhawk to the surface to start looking for recruits. The best places they found were called 'High Schools' for the right age, and mostly from a strangely marked field called a 'Football field' scored the best recruits. Harry and Argus spent some time trying to figure out where this 'Dark Lord' was so that they could kill him and get back home. On a close fly by as they were running detailed scans one day. Harry noticed a blip on the scanners, that no one else was able to see. They though he was crazy, as the reported frequency of the energy, was something just above brainwaves. But Harry could see a large concentration of it, and insisted that they turn around and land nearby to investigate. After some haggling, Argus agreed, mostly cause any information they did gather would only help the recruitment and might even have some value trying to find the Dark Lord.

Harry and Argus landed another Thunderhawk in the center of a field that looked similar to the 'football fields' the recruiters had reported, but without the crazy lines and the 'goals' at either end were hoops instead of a cage. Strangely enough, the goals and the seating were both on high poles, set at least 30 meters off the ground. At that height, any players on the ground would not only find it impossible to reach the goals, but the viewers would be unable to see the players except as small shapes on the ground. The Thunderhawk meet some resistance seemingly wanting to skirt sideways and land almost a kilometer away from the landing site that Harry had chosen. Only when Harry placed his hand on the stick could the pilot then land the craft where Harry wanted.

Harry could see a stone Fortress not 50 meters from the hawk, but the crew and Argus said it was a ruin and that they would get no information from it. Well Harry could not understand how a well maintained and clean fortress could be considered a ruin, and said as much. Argus, asked if Harry could see the ruins, and he said no, he sees a standing castle with Banners flying and people inside.

Well, a ten metric ton flying craft, makes a bit of noise when it lands, and its also not something you can hide just anywhere, soon enough people started pouring out of the castle, shouting and running towards the Thunderhawk. Harry and Argus grabbed helmets and rifles and loaded clips. The pilot was a 'retired' marine (he had lost a leg and the bio replacement did not take so he had a mechanical leg, and was considered unfit for ground duty and so flew a Thunderhawk) while he did not have all of his power armor, he still had his breast plate, and helmet, he grabbed a bolter, from the drop bay, and waited in the hatch.

The helmet interface that translates most languages into Imperium standard only took a few minutes to start translating words here and there, and in less than 5 minutes it was translating every word., then a tall thin, white haired and bearded man stepped forward, and approached the end of the deployment hatch, where Harry and Argus, were standing rifles at ready.

What do you want? Who are you? How did you find this place? , asked the old man. Well, Harry though that something seemed strange about this man, as he did not dress the same as most of the people they had seen on this strange little island. He looked to Argus, who nodded, thinking at least it will give Harry some practice with contact on unknown worlds something he would have to do many times in his career as a Marine.

Harry stepped forward, opening his blast shield, Greetings, which should I answer first, what, who or how? , Harry decided to take a light and friendly tone, instead of a ruff and strong stance, somehow his instincts said that these people were not hostile just surprised.

The slightly mechanical voice from Harry's chest plate first startled the old man, especially as he heard Harry speak in another language.. How about who, first, I am Albus Dumbledore, Leader of the Light and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry .

School? Harry paused as he searched his mind for what that was, hmm.. a place of learning. To Harry Life was a school, he learned everyday just about every thing he did including combat, taught him something or reinforced one or more lessons. Ok, My name is Brother Scout Harry, 7th Squad, 10th Company of the Emperor's Space Marine Chapter, the Dark Angels. Beside me is Master Librarian Captain Argus, my mentor, and Superior officer.

Dumbledore paused a minute before answering, the look on his face told Harry and Argus that they had never heard of the Imperium, the Emperor, or had a clue what a Space Marine was, let alone a Dark Angel.

What do you wish with us? , Dumbledore asked, with a look of puzzlement in his eyes, he did not like not knowing who they were or what they represented.

With you, nothing, we landed to check out the source of a strange energy reading, centered on that fortress right there. Would you happen to know anything about it?

Wait you can see the castle? Not a set of ruins? , If this Harry could see the castle, that meant he was not a muggle. But if he was a wizard, he was not from any known enclave Dumbledore had ever heard of. His outer clothing was similar to, but unlike medieval knights armor, and his superior s armor even more so. Dumbledore started to get a faint glimmer of hope, perhaps these strange wizards could help reclaim the Ministry of Magic. When Voldemort had taken it 6 months ago, all hope was lost, as the-boy-who-lived disappeared 8 years ago, and when Voldemort had reclaimed his body a year ago,he started attacking almost at once. Dumbledore had started training Neville to replace the-boy-who-lived, but his stuttering and inherit shyness, did not make him much of a poster boy for the Light side, and few would rally to his cause.

Dumbledore wondered what it would take to recruit such wizards to his cause, they had machines like muggles, and might know a few things that could help defeat Voldemort. Add to the fact, that the 'smaller' of the two men, stood at least 6' 8 and the Captain, stood a few inches over 7', they were physically imposing.

Making a snap judgement, Brother Scout and Master Librarian, would you care to join my in my office for some tea? Tea? Is that some sort of contest? It was now Harry's turn to be puzzled.

No, tea is a drink, made by seeping ground leaves from specific plants in hot water, quite good if I do say so myself . Dumbledore replied. It was obvious that these folks were from WAY out of town.

A quick whispered query to Argus, Harry then replied, Sure, we will take nourishment with you, allow me a moment to tell the ship's crew whats going on . Harry, touched his helmet, and spoke some words, that Dumbledore could not understand. Harry then stepped forward, slinging his rifle on his shoulder, and stepping to the old man.

As they walked to the 'castle' Harry decided that he could remove his helmet, but leave his comm gear on, he knew the comm gear was feeding the information on the language directly into his brain in a few hours, he would be able to speak it and understand it, just fine. But something was nagging at the back of his mind, it seems that the language was familiar somehow, but he had always spoken Terra, right?

The assembled men and woman, (Yes Harry knew what a woman was, but part of the process of becoming a Space Marine, removed all sex drive from the Marine, while the parts were still there, he never even though of using them in that manner), gasp, and pointed at Harry, or more accurately, his scar.

Harry Potter, has come to Hogwarts , a man said.