A/N:- Second part here, hope you enjoy, review, tell me what you think lmao
Harry looked at the three people opposite him, eyeing each one in turn.
On Dumbledore's left was Moody, he was as scarred as ever, Harry even saw a couple of fresh ones, not a few weeks old, meaning that the war was probably still going on. Both of Moody's eyes were fixed on him, Harry smirked, thinking that the only reason that his magical one wouldn't be spinning around madly, would be that Moody thought of him as enough of a threat. Harry took a sort of morbid pleasure in that thought, as he considered the person on Dumbledore's right.
Kingsley Shacklebolt regarded Harry with a closed and guarded look, Harry didn't know that much about the man, other than he was a stickler for the rule of law. Being in Harry's presence probably made him want to arrest him and through him in a cell, but, again, Harry smirked, he was to late, already in one. Then there was Dumbledore himself.
He looked as old as ever, and he was looking at Harry with a maddening sad look, "You have changed Harry, and not for the good."
Harry couldn't help it, he laughed, "you crack me up, you really do, do you honestly think I give a microscopic volume of a single fuck about what think of me? I do what I do to get by, and you know what," Harry leaved forward, as if to tell a big secret, his handcuffs rattling, "I'm good at it, bloody good at it, hell, you wouldn't believe the amount of money I have in my accounts."
Dumbledore sighed, "Harry you have killed people, for what? Money?"
Harry shrugged, "If there's any better reason, I've yet to find it."
"These years truly have changed you, what happened to the boy that walked into Hogwarts all those years ago?" Dumbledore asked, pulling out the chair, and taking a seat.
"I woke you, why can't you?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow, "Anyway, I'm sure that you didn't drag your old ass to the States to have a chat, what can I do for you?"
"Harry, we need you back in Britain, the war is still raging." Dumbledore said plainly.
Harry regarded the man for a few seconds, "So you want me to come back and sort your problems out?"
Dumbledore nodded, "something like that, yes."
Harry sighed, leaning back in his chair, "Well, seeing as I'm bent over a cannon here, with the cops most likely wanting to fry me, I guess I'd have to ask, what's in it for me?"
Dumbledore looked shocked, he knew that Harry was most likely facing a death sentence for his crimes, and he expected him to jump at any chance to save himself, not start making deals, "I don't understand?"
"What your asking is for me to a job, and in my line of work, I expect to get paid, so what are you offering?"
Dumbledore thought for a second, "I'll get you out of hear."
Harry snorted, "My crew would get me out of here anyway, wouldn't be the first time we've saved one of our own, but it's a start, I suppose, it will give you a chance to figure out how many zero's you and the Ministry can come up with."
Dumbledore nodded, he would have to speak to Fudge.
They managed to get Harry out without a lot of fuss, just some very dark looks from the police and harry waving at the as he walked out and into a waiting van.
Harry sighed as they started to drive off, taking the handcuffs off himself. Much to the amazement of the three people sat with him, he shrugged and said, "tricks of the trade. Now, I want to meet up with my guys, and we'll talk this thing through before we decide if we want to take the job or not."
"We don't need them Harry." Dumbledore said, Harry laughed.
"I'm not doing a job without them, its that simple. Take it or leave it." Dumbledore was in amazement at Harry, he didn't expect anything like this.
"You should be thankful that we're even giving you the chance, Potter." Snarled Shacklebolt.
"Why's that then?" Harry asked as he gave there driver direction to pull over at the next payphone that they passed.
"Because your a murderer that should be in prison." This caused Harry to roar with laughter.
"My good friend," Harry responded, causing Shacklebolt to growl, "what do you think you hiring me to do? Sing songs around Voldemort? No your asking me kill him, so why don't you get off your cross, use the wood to build a bridge, and get over it?"
Shacklebolt went for his wand but Moody stopped him, "he's right, so leave it."
The car pulled to a stop, "good to know least one of you lot has a brain, now anyone got some coinage?" Harry asked holding out his hand, Moody laughed as Dumbledore dropped a few coins into his hand. He walked over to the telephone and dropped in the coins, he dialled the number of the safe house.
"Hello?" the voice asked.
"Its me." Harry replied
"Shit! No way! How did you get out?" the voice shouted
"I will explain later, I've got us another job in the works, I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Get your ass here man, as soon as!"
Harry put the phone down and gave the driver an address 10 minutes walk away from the safe house. Getting back in he said, "So how did you find me?"
"We searched everywhere magical for you, so it was only logical that you went muggle, so we kept tabs on the muggle governments for pictures or reports of anyone with your description."
Harry nodded, it made sense really.
"Harry, why did you leave?" Asked Dumbledore.
"Because of you, what? You think that telling a teenager that the fate of the world is in his hands is a good idea after he lost his only family? How did you expect me to act? I packed up and shipped out as soon as I could." Harry said plainly.
Dumbledore didn't respond to him, just hung his head, this caused harry to get a bit annoyed, "stop acting like you are disappointed in me, you knew what you were dropping on me."
Again Dumbledore didn't say a word. They car stopped at the address that Harry gave them after twenty minutes of travelling in silence.
"Be here 12 pm tomorrow, sharp," Harry said stepping out, "You'll get the final answer then."
"But you need to stay with us," Shacklebolt snarled.
"I 'need' to do fuck all, here, tomorrow, or deals off." Harry turned around and walked away, Shacklebolt raised his wand but Moody stopped him.
"Don't" Moody gave Shacklebolt a warning glare, Dumbledore had a far off look at Harry as he turned the corner.
Harry banged three timed on the safe house door, he waited a second before it opened a crack and a muzzle was pushed into his face.
"Get that shit out of my face," Harry said with a smile. The door opened to a reveal a rather plain looking man with dark brown hair and blue eyes. The man grabbed Harry and yanked him inside, suiting the door quickly behind him.
"Well? How did you get out?" The man asked as he lead Harry through the house into the living room. On the coffee table was a mountain of cash with three other people on the sofas either side of it counting, with cigarettes hanging out of there mouths.
"Our new 'employer' did it, anyway before we get into that," Harry walked over to the guy that was sat on the sofa on his own and punched the guy in the temple, "You ever do that again and I will fucking kill you and mail bits of you to your family, understand? Your new, so i'm cutting you some slack, but your out of chances now."
The guy had cried out when Harry's fist had impacted on the side of his head and was now moving ass to try and get away from Harry.
"Yes, Harry." The man said, "it wont happen again, I've never been shot at before, I panicked."
"Just don't let it happen again Jake I swear to god." Harry regarded the blonde get away driver for a moment then turned to the other three.
"Anyway, we might have a new job lined up." Harry said, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and lighting one, "but before that we need to have a little talk about my history and just how much we're going to make on this job."