A/N:- Thanks to all the people dropping reviews, i've also had one nice, one not so nice review about my spelling and grammar, (I told the not so nice one to fuck off ), now, to the nice one sent by Highbrass, he recommended that I beta read my chapters, now, as I missed a lot of schooling (hence the errors), that would be counter productive, so I am asking if some kindly soul would beta read for me, past, present and future works?
It hadn't gone so bad, telling the crew his past, they had seen some pretty messed up shit in their line of work, what was magic on top of that? No, the biggest problem that the crew had was that the job was, for all intents and purposes, waging a war. Now, between them, they had a pretty high body count, but nothing on the scale of what the job asked for. So after a few hours worth of discussion, they decided to take the job, but look at it as doing a load of smaller jobs, kind of like bounty hunters. The pact that they were getting paid in 24 carat gold helped.
The crews minds were boggled when Harry had explained to them payment. They were getting paid in galleons, which were 24 carats. Each weighed in roughly the same as a krugerrand, about an ounce. They could sell that for just under £1000. The sky was the limit really, and money was a great motivator in the circles that Harry moved in.
That was why at 12pm the next day, the group of 5 were stood in there suits, waiting when the car containing the three wizards rolled to a stop next to them. The moved quickly, as a force of habit when doing these kinds of things, the four had disappeared into the car and it was moving again.
Inside, the three wizards eyed the five men, knowing how dangerous they were, "what are they doing here, Potter?" Shacklebolt asked, narrowing his eyes.
"You want a job doing, so your hiring me and my crew, simple." Harry replied to the man, staring him in the eye.
"We don't need muggles." Shacklebolt came back.
"I couldn't care less what you want, this is how its happening, now, pull in here." Harry directed the driver to an ally. Once they had stopped, Harry motioned for everyone to get out, they did and followed him as he walked up to a plain metal door, "anyone want a drink?"
He opened it and walked in, inside there was loud music, women walking around in underwear and dancing on poles. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow as the women seemed to know the five by name and kept calling to them, however, they were here for business and so went to one of the back rooms.
They took seats around a chair and ordered drinks, the wizards didn't, "I loaned the owner the money to start up, nice little earner and laundry service." Harry said plainly, "Now, business, what do you want done?"
"We want you to fight in the war and help us win." replied Dumbledore.
The five nodded, already knowing this, "Ok, then, you want us to win you a war, now, understand that this is a vastly different job than what we usually do."
"I have had enough of this, Dumbledore, why don't we just take this little shit back with us?" Shacklebolt demanded, slamming his hand down on the table.
"I'd like to see you try," the man on Harry's right replied.
"And you are?" Dumbledore asked.
"You don't need to know, but if you must call me something, call me Dallas, the guy there," he pointed to the man on Harry's left, "is Chains, this guy is Hoxton," this was the man next to Dallas, "and the skinny looking mother-fucker other there is Bain." Bain frowned at his introduction, he told Dallas to fuck off, causing the five of them to laugh.
"Now, as I was saying, this is different from any other job we have taken, so we do this our way, you pay what we ask for and you bloody well better do it with a smile on your faces." It wasn't even a question.
"Just how much are you asking?" Dumbledore asked.
"10,000 per Death Eater, 300,000 per know high ranking Death Eaters, Malfoy's and such, and for Voldemort himself, call it 3,000,000 flat." replied Harry.
Dumbledore winced, that was a lot of money, but he supposed it was needed. He nodded his head, "Agreed."
"Know this, you try to stab us in the back, we will fuck you, your Order, its members families and just for the hell of it, their pets to, understand?" Dallas said, leaning forward slightly.
"Now, as this is going to be a long job, we're going to need to get some supplied, guns and such, so we will be in front of your Headquarters in a week." Harry said, starting to stand up, followed by his crew.
Shacklebolt started to complain, Harry reached into his suit and pulled out a suppressed pistol, "Your one finger twitch away for having your skull aired out, remember this when you have the sudden urge to open your mouth.
Shacklebolt wisely snapped his mouth shut and watch as the five men walked out, leaving them in the room alone.
It took them a few day to gather the needed hardware, stealing a few shipments of weapons on a job from a contact. It landed them with a truck full of weapons and ammunition. Now came the hard part of getting it over to Britain. They eventually paid a known smuggler that had his own jet to run them over.
What happened was the crew went over first, spending a good amount of time stuck in a cramped airliner, and were at an agreed location and at the the right time. The jet passed low and dropped the crates, before pitching up and turning away.
The crew loaded up the crates as quickly as they could and loaded them the van they brought. They had all been a bit on edge without the comforting weight of a pistol over there chests, so they were in goods moods as they started the drive to London.
As agreed they rolled up in the van exactly one week after their conversation with Dumbledore. He was stood on the pavement outside Headquarters waiting for them.
"Ahh glad you have arrived, no trouble I hope?" Dumbledore asked walking over to them as they got out.
"Nothing we couldn't handle anyway," Hoxton laughed, "so where's this number 12 that I was told about?" he asked looking at the house numbers.
"Here, put these on," Dumbledore said, handline the four muggles chains with a pendant on them, "they will allow you to go to and see magical places."
They put them on and watched in awe as number12 seemed to force the other two houses to one side, "fuck me!" Dallas exclaimed.
Dumbledore laughed, "Yes, well, it is quite a sight, now lets get in. There are some people quite happy to have you back."
Harry groaned and followed Dumbledore inside, the others following. They made their way down into the kitchen where everyone was gathered talking, this stopped as they walked in, staring at Harry and the men behind him, this carried on for a second, before Harry smirked.
"Honey, I'm home!"