Ch 2 The Boy's Name

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"Why did you bring a boy?" A stentorian voice came from the man in his thirty's. His bob haircut made him look more imitating; dressed in a clean black suit. It matched his eyes for it was the same color as his hair.

Her voice was shrieking, equally anger at the man who was supposed to be her partner. "No! The better question is where you were!" The man paused: the hesitation to answer got her more into a frenzy. "Out! Get Out!" The man took his leave with no protest then a glare a single glare at the small boy, and then slammed the door shut, shaking the entire room.

The small boy was stirring at the noise, he opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light; he looks around the room not noticing the person who he had tried so hard to chase after was seated right by his bedside.

"You're awake."

He would recognize that voice anywhere.

It belonged to the young lady that had been so kind to him; he turned his head to see her. Her eyes were blood shot red, and her hair was a mess, the ends of her hair had lose their flip, however her voice remained untouched.

Soft and soothing.

"Don't move too much, ok?" She fluffed his pillow so he could lean his back against it for support.

The small boy leaned his back against the pillow and looks at her, she was still wearing the purple turtleneck sweater, although tit wasn't as clean as before. Stained by blood could he remember the man, a man in a black suit with the gun, the boy winched to move.

"You took a bullet for me in the stomach." Her voice wasn't as soothing as before it was low, and still soft. "That was stupid of you, risking your life for a mere stranger." The boy's head lowered, only looking at the bed sheets. 'You were luck it didn't hit anything…vital." She spoke harshly. "What were you thinking? Rushing out like that? She was mad but worried.

The boy's head still faced down but spoke in a whisper. "…Cell phone." Her anger ceased. She couldn't stay mad at him for what he had done. He had chase after her just to give back her cellphone. Something she had forgotten during her rush after her target but now wasn't the time to procrastinate, she need to tell the boy something.

Something important.

He was dead.

Dead to the world as soon as she brought him here.

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They heard before a man in his mid-forty's came in, black hair with already signs of white strains. The man held a strong look at the boy before turning to the young lady.

"Rose, he still has till tomorrow to leave." The man's face didn't show any change of expression.

Rose, she was the young lady saved by the small boy. She got to her feet immediately and walked straight up to the man. "Director Mark, you owe me, and this boy." She pointed to the boy. "I would have lost my life if it wasn't for him and the mission would have been a complete failure. Thanks to him was Joey absences affordable."

"Rose, you know the rules. No outsiders allowed. The boy isn't killed on the spot because of my grace for his services. Director Mark explained.

She protested. "I can't throw him back out into the streets!"

The man took a deep breath, calming himself. "No one can stay here unless they work for us."

She smiled, mischief lit in her hazel eyes. "Of course," Her voice spoke in that cheerful tone backed up by threats. "He is a trainee, Director."

"Fine," The Director had this feeling; he was being manipulated for her code name was Rose.

Pretty as she was, she came with thorns.

The Director turned to leave. 'I'll handle the paper work but I need a name."

"Harry. Harry Potter." The small boy spoke for the first time during the entire conversation about his entire future. The way the boy spoke was calm, with no hint of fear or uncertainty.

"Well then, Harry, welcome to the Agency." The Director clapped his shoes and left, closing the door behind him.

Rose retook her seat back by the bedside." Harry, Ha-rry," She rolled her tongue. There was a silence. He must still think I'm mad at him. "I'm glad you saved me." Harry's face slowly rose to meet her smile. "I brought you to the Agency. It is a secret organization that works in the shadow of the government." She waited to see if Harry had any questions. Seeing none she continued. "Harry, you died toady."

"Huh?" He died but he was still here. "You're dead to the world now," Her eyes distanced. 'I'm sorry I wasn't thinking clearly at that time. I should have brought you to a hospital then you would still had a chance at a normal life." Without hesitation, she hugs him, her head rested on his shoulder, preventing the sight of tears being shed down her rosy cheeks then dropped onto his shoulders.

Luke, hurt from the guilt he felt, only he could be described the forgotten feeling, the feeling of a stabbed heart.

Could he tell her why he was outside in the cold alone?

Yes.

No.

Two simple words ran through his mind, yet those two words kept him. The tears he soon felt told him he must.

"Rose," The name he spoke with other most care. He had a name to go with her warm face. "I… ran away."

'Ran away' she pulled away, why would he run away? The question shown on across her face, but with that pull away, he could see her tears, "I didn't want to stay around anymore, being ignored by my family and relatives." His eyes wouldn't meet hers, at best to the side of her rosy cheeks.

She wiped her tears with one hand. "Well then, I'll be your family." She smiled. A smile that was warm and caring, something you saw and never could get enough of. They had been off topic. She needed to tell Harry, about what was going to happen to him now. "Harry, you are dead to the world as soon as I brought you here.' She calm and voice of uncertainty was gone. "You will be taught and learn how to be a spy."

Spy? He knew they were real but now during a perfect time in the world. What use were they?

"The world, not as peaceful as many think. Spies, we hide in the shadows. We do things unseen and unrecognized by the world. For we go and move one without rewards for the effort we and many put in achieved to the world. Avoiding wars, senseless killing, and many things no one could possible imagine." Harry nods, he understood there was no going back, but most of all he had now where to go back to.

No place to call…home.

Rose, she watched Harry, for a boy his age he was calm. Where in most cases the child would ask questions yet here Harry was he had stayed quiet and only listened to her every word. Did he have what it takes to be a spy? Courage he no doubt have. On a side note she still had one thing left before she had to do before departing from her one and only family. She knew she would love him like he loved her.

"Harry, you need a new name, Raven, sounds good? Harry's hair was dark like a raven's feather. Harry shook his head. "No? Then… Potter?" She was kidding, earning another 'no'. It defeats the purpose of getting a code name. "Zero-" This time, Harry nodded. Jean was about to say 'zero ideas' but he liked it. "Just as the name Zero implies." Harry's eyes watched her, soaking in every word. "You are nothing but will have everything to gain." She finished, he took in every word she said, there was no shock or change of expression, but his stomach betrayed his silent appearances. Rose, she laughed held in by little effort on her part.

Click. Click.

Director Mark tapped with keyboard to his computer. He types in the letters p,o,t,t,o, and r then typed some more, the window popped up, puzzling the man. This couldn't be right. It is as if the boy never existed. Mark typed the name again and still nothing appeared.

What was going on?

"Maybe?" Instead of a blank search, lists of people came forth. His eyes glazed down to stop in his tracks and with a few more clicks the data was all gone.

There was no trail to follow and Harry Potter was no more.

Knock. Knock.

"Come in." Director Mark called forth Rose to come take a seat. Opening the door she did and closed it right away. Rose took seat. Judging by her expression everything was a success along with the cold harsh stare gone replaced by her innocent smile. "Well?" He finally asked.

"He says he will join." Her voice was cheerful something the Director was glad to hear along with her smile. Ever since she came back with the boy, she won't talk to anyone and even if she did talk it usually didn't end well for anyone other than her.

She laughed; her laughter was something foreign even to the Director. "You won't guess what he picked as a code name? She paused to let the Director guess but she cut him off as soon as he was about to answer.

"Zero."

"Zero as in the number? Meaning nothing?" Director Mark asked to clarify what she had just told him.

She nods." Of course but it also means everything." Her tone in an instant became business like. "When does he start?" It wasn't like she didn't trust the Director. It was the way a spy life was. Nothing was for certain till you saw something first hand and in most cases things weren't how they appeared to be.

The Director pushed a folder to Rose. Her silky hands reached forward, picking it up, her hands stopped a few inches above the desk, and stood there, between her fingers was the life, Harry, no… Zero had leaded.

Did she dare wonder who he was?

Or the life she had taken him from?

Did he had anyone left to go back to?

This was one and only last chance to go back and live a normal life for him. She paused staring at the cover of the folder, and then her fingers tighten around the thin cover. She closed her eyes for a second, and her eyes opened, she had her answer.

No.

To every doubt she had, she had taken him from a life he didn't want and had given him a family.

The Director watched as her hand reached for the file, holding it for a minute and then the file was pushed back to him, surprising him the most something he didn't show. "I don't need to know." Was her only reply before she got up to leave the room.

"He starts tomorrow." She left making the Director wonder if she had heard him or not.

Knock. Knock.

'Rose-" The door opened to reveal Joey.

"Were you expecting her? Joey asked the question with his seat taken.

The Director hands opened the file that remained on the deck. It was a folder filled with blank pieces of paper. He noticed Joey's tiny change of expression. "Joey, where were you, when you and Rose were sent to Paris to investigate?"

"The man I was following gave me the slip." Joey plainly answered.

Director Mark listened closely and watched him. "I think it will be best to explain your story to Rose. She is your partner."

Joey got up from his seat. "I will, Director." He walked out closing the door before the Director could question him some more.