A/N:- Yes Harry is quite lecherous at the start, but hey, guy likes to go to strip clubs, why not? Don't know if there is going to be a pairing in this, most likely not as it wouldn't suit to tone I'm trying to set. Also, to the 'guest' that flamed me, saying that this was a teenage power trip, this may be true, do I care? I don't give fuck number one, if you don't like it, then don't read it. If your going to offer criticism, make it constructive, otherwise, take a long walk off a short pier.
Harry looked at the faces of the people that were gathered in the kitchen, memories swimming through his mind. Ron and Hermione were there, Ron was as ginger as ever, and Hermione, well, he wouldn't kick her out of bed. Sadly from the way that Ron had his arm around her, that didn't seem like an option. They almost broke their necks when Harry spoke.
Ginny sat nest to them, she looked quite tasty, if Harry did say so himself. She had grown out quite well, maybe worth a shot if he got any free time. She spun and stared at Harry, Harry gave her a wink as he looked at her.
Mr and Mrs Weasley were there as well, they hadn't aged well, Mr Weasley had grey coming through from his temples, and both of them had deep frown creases on there faces. They both froze in what they were doing when they heard his voice.
Snape was as bat like as ever, with his sneer in place already, Harry was looking forward to putting that wanker in his place if he mouths off. The sneer deepened when Harry made himself known.
The twins hadn't changed much, just a bit older. They still had their fixed mischievous looks plastered on their faces, which grew when they caught sight of him.
There were others but Harry didn't take notice of them, he noticed that Remus wasn't there, he hoped the wolf was still kicking.
Then a loud shout of 'Harry!' rang out and people started moving towards him. He had to fight the instinct to pull out his handgun and start shooting, he even drew it and had it in hand at his side as three sets of female arms latched onto him, causing the rest of the crew to burst out laughing at the sight. Harry glared at them, which caused them to laugh more.
"Harry, where have you been? Why did you leave? What have you been doing these ten years? Is that a gun?" The questions came from Hermione at a rapid pace. Harry shook them off and took a step back as he answered.
"I've been in America, I left because I was sick of fighting a war for everyone else, I've been doing odd jobs to earn my way," this caused the crew to laugh again, and Harry to smirk, "and yes it is."
Hermione opened her mouth to speak again, but Mrs Weasley cut her off, "It's good to see you Harry, you're looking good, been eating OK?" Mrs Weasley fussed over him, Harry nodded in response.
It went on like that for a few seconds before Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I'm sure that we are all glad to see that Harry is OK, but we have important matters to discuss."
Everyone nodded and took their seats around the table, Dumbledore having to expand the table and conjure up enough chairs for Harry and the crew. After that, and them taking their new seats, Dumbledore did the introduction's, including the lack of magic that most of the crew had, after which they got onto the serious stuff.
"Harry and his group are to help us fight the war against Voldemort." the reaction from Snape was almost instantaneous.
"Why would we need help from Muggles of all people, or even Potter for that matter, we have done well enough without them." He snarled, Harry smirked, placing his handgun on the table in front of him.
"Good to know your still a fucker Snape," He let that sink in for a second, Snape was fuming at the insult, "Tell you what, Snapey boy, I'll give you one spell, anything you want, give it your best shot."
Harry leaned forward slightly, as Snape considered the offer, Dumbledore started to open his mouth to protest but Snape had already had his wand drawn. The first syllable had just left mouth when a deafening crack filled the kitchen, causing the occupants to jump in alarm.
They were even more alarmed when Snape crumbled to the floor screaming in pain clutching his right shoulder. They spun to face Harry who had the handgun in his hand, smoke drifting lazily from the muzzle, a simple smile on his face.
Harry slowly got up, the gun still in hand, and walked around the table to where Snape lay writhing on the floor, blood starting to pool underneath him. He knelt down next to him, and pulled back the hammer on the pistol, then pushed it against Snape's forehead, "This moment, remember it, because your life is but a finger twitch away from being ended, understand?" Snape didn't say a word, but gave a pained glared, causing Harry to jab him harder with the pistol. This caused Snape to nod, "good, now I'd get that seen to, doesn't look to bad, but you never know."
Harry straightened up and sat back down as Snape was bundled off into another room. Dumbledore gave Harry a reproachful look, Harry shrugged, pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"As I was saying, they will be here to help us fight this war, they operate differently from us, so do not get in there way. I understand that there methods are, unsavoury, but we have a deal in place that cannot be broken." Dumbledore said after clearing his throat.
"So, what do we know?" Harry asked suddenly.
"What do you mean, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"What do we know about the guys were fighting against? Where are their safe houses? How many are their? How are they funded? Who are the big players?" Harry said, as if speaking to a child. Silence filled the room was his answer, "Really? You don't know anything about how they operate? How have you even lived this long?"
It was a bit of a harsh question, judging by the winces that everyone gave, but he wasn't there to play nice.
"We post guards, we respond to attacks." Mr Weasley spoke, Harry and the crew laughed.
"So you know nothing? Well, that is the first objective then, we need information, and fast. Anyone know where Malfoy senior is?"
"We can't touch him." Came the response from Ron.
"And why not?" Replied Hoxton.
"We have no proof that he has done anything." Said one of the twins, not looking happy at the fact.
"So? Is he one of them?" Asked Dallas.
"Yes, he is, but." Hermione started.
"Well, he's fair game then, where is he?" Harry said.
That was how it started, and the next few hours were filled with planning. They knew that Malfoy like to travel between his manor and the Ministry via Diagon Alley, so they planned to grab him when he was just leaving.
Once the plans were made, and the truck full of weapons emptied, they commandeered a room for themselves and made themselves comfortable.
A lot of people tried to talk to Harry including Dumbledore, but he didn't want to talk to them at the moment, so he turned in early so he was west rested for tomorrows job.