Washington DC, 19901
Harry was not like any other 10 year old. He acted like an adult, knew memories of the future, worked for both the magical and muggle FBI, and was currently chasing a dark wizard.
Working for the magical FBI and applying for the Auror program, which is basically a magical SWAT team compared to Britain's Aurors. He applied when he was 7 and it took weeks of discussing and arguments between his mother, the FBI, and several other agencies, but he was allowed to join. A perk and an annoyance was that his opponents often underestimated him, but it was soon discovered he was a military genius thanks to his time spent in Russia. He predicted that Iraq will certainly invade and annex Kuwait, but nobody listened to him until now catapulting to a high position in the military.
The dark wizard in question, James Jones, was wanted for the death of 4 muggles. Damn Bastard was fast. as Harry chased him through the street. James entered a building. Harry followed him wand in arm. "Good, the anti-apparition wards are working, Grinned Harry to himself. Harry soon ran up a staircase presumably to the roof.
Harry smiled to himself as he had a brief flashback.
3 years ago...
"At first we where doubtful of you making it. But your test scores are exemplary better than most adult applicants. Your practical use of magic in unparalleled. I am wondering why have you applied for the Auror Program?" asked Gordon Lee, Head of the FBI.
Harry just leaned forward and smiled mysteriously. "Because I can."
Present
"You are trapped James. The wards are set and reinforcement are coming. Now you can do it the easy way and surrender, or take the hard way. You choose!" screamed Harry fireballs in his hands.
James looked around frantically looking for an escape but then he decided to turn on him. With a smile of glee he fired an AK at Harry. His smile faltered when it just passed through Harry.
Harry started to run at him with a dagger in his arm. James began to frantically fire curse after curse, most of them the AK. Each curse just passed through Harry, and quickly he cut the wand in half before cutting the hand of. James collapsed in fear, pain, and something unknown as his other hand grasped the stump.
"You are under arrest," murmured Harry quickly, giving James his constitutional rights. "You have the right to remain silent. Everything you will say can be used by testimony of an officer of the law at court. You have the right of an attorney...
After dropping him of the holding cells he checked his watch.
"Captured someone in less than 4 hours. Beat my last record, mused Harry to himself.
"Bye, Greg" said Harry as he passed the security guard to return home.
Nashville
The 4 years spent in Nashville were a blessing, compared to the hell hole of the Dusley's. He no longer had to worry about making food, and he could enjoy his mother's excellent cooking. He made friends with his cousins Artemis Fowl, and Bec Grady, to very talented people who's main annoyance was that they couldn't last 3 hours together without arguing. It was hell when it was 3 months.
His little sister melted his ice cold heart. Head-strong, with a hot yet somehow controlled temper. Harry applied for dual citizenship siltumasly being an American and Brit.
However as he walked through the front door, he saw men in uniform talking to his mother. So it has begun.
"Let me guess, the Coalition to Liberate Kuwait, has been formed by the United Nations," called out Harry.
"How did you know-," stuttered a man in uniform but was cut of by a person he guessed was the commanding officer.
"That's the person who predicted that Iraq ill invade Kuwait," warned the officer,"and he is the commanding officer on an independent battalion serving the UN".
"I am already on my way. Just give me a little bit to say goodbye will you."
The officers saluted before leaving to which Harry responded in kind.
"You have your stuff," asked Lily, aware of what's going on thanks to the briefing Harry gave her a last year.
"Yeah. I might be gone for a couple of months but I'll certainly be back by March." Lily's eyes were watery, and she grabbed a handkerchief to wipe the tears.
"I have confidence in you," said Lily," ans I know that you can do this."
Karen rushed downstairs with Artemis and Bec. "Where are you going Harry," asked Karen.
Harry grabbed her hands, and looked her straight in the eye. "I have to go somewhere, 'lil sis," explained Harry using her Baby name. "And I might be gone for a couple of months. And I promise that I will be back for your birthday." Her face light up and she hugged Harry, never wanting to let go. Her birthday was on April the 13th.
"I have to go mom. I can't even stay for dinner."
Lily just hugged him and everyone else joined the group hug. "Just come home safely Harry," she said.
"Don't worry, I am not actually going to fight," reassured Harry," just leave strategic advise, take over when the generals are stupid."
He grabbed his bags and started to leave catching the last glimpse of his family waiving at him.
Putting his back over he shoulder he apparated to the Pre-Invasion site: Saudi-Arabia.
Coalition Council
Dumbledore groaned to himself as he was sitting next to the Muggle Prime Minister, and Minister Fudge. First Harry disappeared, ruining his greater good, and almost getting him sacked, and now Iraq invaded Kuwait. Now he was trapped in a giant room filled with generals and politicians. The Americans the loudest of them all were annoying, itching to invade Iraq. However a shrill voice broke through the rambling.
General Auror Pendragon has arrived! Atten Hut! At those words the Americans quickly grew silent, stoof up, and saluted what looked like a child trailed by two creatures what looked like a mix between a wraith, dementor, and knight.
"At ease," barked the kid, in which the everybody else sat down. The kid, or Auror General Pendragon approached the podium at the center of the room.
"Who is that?" asked Minister Fudge to the American Ambassador. The Ambassador quickly pulled out a file and started to read it.
"Wow" he exclaimed after quickly reading it. "He is a dual citizen of both the US and Britain. He's a senior agent working for the FBI, CIA, and the Military. And he's only 10 years old."
"10 years old! That's preposterous," exclaimed Fudge. "And why is he here?"
"He is a High-Ranking officer, and the only one who predicted that we will be in this mess for months. He has been warning us for 2 years, but nobdy listened and now we are paying the price.", answered the Ambassador.
Dumbledore remained silent, about what he heard. Are the Americans really this evil or desperate? To recruit a child? Thought Dumbledore to himself.
The bell rang, telling everybody to remain quit for a speech. Seeing who was going to give it, many representatives began to complain, mainly the European and Middle-east.
"Quit," That word was amplified making it louder, making everybody to shut up. "If you had listened to my warnings, my reports," he hissed, his voice amplified," we wouldn't be in this mess. Now your strategies are stupid!"
He showed them the projection of the attack. "You have your entire attack gathered on one spot," observed Harry," which is a good thing for the Muggle Military. However the Magical Counterparts might encounter high casualty rates," warned Harry, looking at the crowd, his face covered by a mask.
"I suggest this." He showed them the second attack route in which the Muggle Military first attack Kuwait before moving north, while the magical struck from Iran. However there was an unkown force shown to attack from Turkey.
"I received permission from Iran, for the magicals to use it as a springboard for an invasion, effectively splitting Iraq's army in half."
"Any questions?" asked Harry, once done explaining.
"Yes". The German Chancellor stood up. "What are the two forces attacking from the North-West, and with the Muggles?"
Harry smiled in response. "Those are my battalions. The one attacking from Kuwait will lower the muggle casualties. The strike force coming from the north-west will strike Baghdad, and attack our enemies on the rear. I will lead that attack, capture Baghdad in less than 24 hours, and make your life easier." Declared Harry.
Protests immediately began to echo around the room. "We will not allow a child to fight for us," sneered the Russian Delegate. "We do not know his motives. All he is a brat paying attention!" The rest began to agree with the Russian. "Yeah," agreed Turkish Delegate as he stood up," How do we know you wouldn't betray us? Perhabs you serve a Dark Lord" He accused finger pointing at Harry.
"Yet tell me" responded Harry, his voice dangerously menacing" that I serve a Lord! Preposterous. I have warned every nation that this will happen, but no one listened nor cared to investigate. I am sending my own troops to ensure that the casualties are lower. I am fighting your pathetic little war to ensure that fathers and mothers would return home for to daughter and sons." Bellowed Harry, his rage heard like an aura. "If you want me to help than don't complain. However I the world's records among the magical police force of killing more dark wizards. I killed 69 dark wizards without a wand".
Once he was done, he left, leaving behind a stunned crowd.
Iraq
Harry has indulged into many kinds of magic while staying in Nashville. He created a new kind of magical soldier a dramora. There were 2 kinds. A wraith, which reminded him of a ring-wraith that could use magic, mainly flying, apparating, and using the unforgivables.
He created 500 hundred of them, and left 400 to invade from Kuwait. As Harry was watching the front lines from Baghdad. Taking over Magical Baghdad wasn't that hard, but the Muggle Baghdad, nope he'll wait for the Americans.
He used his magical glasses, which can magnify like a telescope. What he saw was a slaughter. A platoon of french soldiers were slaughtered with a group cut of and surrounded.
"I need 12 Dramora," ordered Harry, drawing his sword. It was time to get down and dirty.
M. Delacour POV
His company walked into a massacre. Of a group 80, only half were alive, and even then they were dropping like flies as they were surrounded by hundreds.
"No wonder the others haven't faced resistance, thought Delacour to himself, "They are going to take us down unit by unit.
Slowly what was left of the company was trapped with no way out facing certain death. Looking at the locket of his daughters and wife, he was preparing to fight 'till the bitter end.
But all of a sudden, wards were erected around the surrounded the aurors, it grew dark, and then the assured scream of the enemies began to pour.
Harry POV
"Attack" ordered Harry to his group as he finished setting up the wards to protect the trapped aurors. He read the protocol the Iraqi troops were under. Those troops were fanatics, and gleefully accepted the order to leave behind no prisoners. Harry decided to do the same. With a blood curling scream, the same as in a muggle movie (Was it Lord Of the Rings?) with a wand and sword, they charged slaughtering the Iraqi troops. Recognizing Monsieur Delacour, he called out:
"This is general Pendragon. Reinforcement have arrived," announced Harry, reassuring the defenders" wards have been erected to protect you for now. Heal your wounded, we're going to take over for now."
Harry noticed that there was an enemy soldier behind him, and with a quick slash, he sliced the soldier in half.
The darkness began to disappear, and the carnage was visible. A quarter of the enemy were killed yet there are still some alive, dropping like flies under the assault of Harry and his Dramora. Their blood-curling shrieks mad even the toughest of the enemy, the most merciless, began to grow mad, or curl up in a fetal position only to be mercilessly cut down.
The Iraqi soldiers began to panic as they noticed that even the unforgivables did not effect the wraith's.
M. Delacour POV
Wow, he thought to himself, as he looked at the carnage. The enemy was dropping like flies, and 31 lives were saved. But most astonishing was General Pendragon. He seemed like an excellent Orator, politician, and the research into his career. Now he knew how he killed 69 dark wizards without a wand.
He used a freaking sword, thought Mr. Delacour to himself.
As he observed the battle, he saw a demon on earth. Cloaked in fire he was casting spells while simultaneously stabbing and slashing with his sword.
After 5 minutes the last one was dead, the wards collapsed.
Harry POV
He sighed as he collapsed among the carnage. A limping Monsieur Delacour limped over to him.
"Zank you for helping us out," thanked the senior Auror. "We were almost done for."
Pendragon did nothing but stare into the silence. Then screaming broke the silence.
"Sir," screamed a soldier," there are civilians being attacked."
Pendragon rushed to the screaming, with Delacour following him. There they found a magical village, most likely Kurdish, slaughtered. Some of the women were naked, they're fates too obvious.
Suddenly 13 Iraqi wizards, elites of the Magical Republican Guard surrounded him. Harry managed to dodge the spells, but he was hit in the face, breaking the mask.
Harry saw the disbelief and mirth on the troops, and the shocked face of Delacour. But it was replaced by what he saw. Dead children, butchered, with the stench of the crucio.
"Delacour, you might to leave. I am going to do something that will hurt you if you stay." warned Harry, his rage twisting his face into something demonic.
Monsieur Delacour nodded, noticing the changes. The green eyes, had turned blood-red, and something foul was in the air.
It turned dark, and Delacour retreated to his troops. "Now," grinned Harry menacingly at the soldiers," you're going to wish have never slaughtered your own people.
With an inhuman roar he descended on the nearest Iraqi soldier, killing him instantly.
"Where is the little bugger?" screamed a soldier. "Find him, or even better kill him!"
The soldiers began to look, their fear like the smell of dinner, as they blindly searched in the darkness.
"You know, I have respect for soldiers defending their home," taunted Harry in the darkness," but when the protectors abuse their power, rape and slaughter their own citizens, that is unacceptable. And now you will pay!"
One by one they fell. Harry toyed with them cutting of limbs, stabbing them in non-lethal areas, or scare them into insanity. Then he begun to kill. He decapitated 7, disemboweled 3, and impaled 2. He killed the commanding officer last making his death more interesting. He cursed the officer, and sent him back to his family to kill his parents, brothers, sisters and cousins. It may be brutal, ruthless, but the scale of justice is a bitch.
Delacour POV
Monsieur Delacour couldn't believe it. Harry Potter, the person he was looking for in France before the invasion was General Pendragon!
"Mr. P-" he called out but before he finished he was on the ground his mouth covered.
"Do not say it. I would prefer if you kept my name secret." Harry's eyes were still red, oddly enough.
"You can tell your daughters, but not anyone else. Please," he begged him.
"I promise, I will tell no one," promised Monsieur Delacour. But then Harry darted of.
Harry POV
Harry smelled survivors. 3 of them. Girls by the smell of it. He searched the ruins, with Delacour limping after him.
He found the survivors beneath what he presumes was their mother. Poor woman, must have shielded them with her body, thought Harry to himself. He found that the survivors were sisters, and the 3 were all in critical condition, with only one awake. She was gasping in pain clutching a rib. Her eyes widened in fear, but she calmed down when she found out it was only a boy.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked in perfect Arabic," how badly are you 3 injured."
"I think I broke a couple of ribs," the girl gasped," but my sisters have it the worst."
"Well my name is Harry, and I'll be your medic," he told her to reassure her.
"Harry, like Harry Potter?" Damn, she noticed the scar.
"Yep, I am Harry Potter, but I'll prefer you tell no one but your sisters because people think I disappeared and stuff like that," explained Harry.
Harry was by no means and expert or a doctor. But he knew enough to do muggle surgery, and in Ireland he learned a neat trick. "Heal", he muttered, willing his magic to heal the bone damage, and put everything back to their right place. Then he moved on to the sisters. "You aren't knew to magic aren't you?
"No, the village you just saw where all magical, before they were butchered," she spat out.
"What's your name?"
"My name Baisima, and these are my sisters Nadia, Randa, and Sahar", she answered.
"Do you have any relatives?"
Her eyes began to fill with tears. "No, my parents are dead."
"That must be your mother," commented Harry. "She shielded you with her own body. The Power of Love sometimes."
Harry's eyes quickly betrayed something. Darkness, sorrows, and hope?
"You know what? I have friends working in France's government. They're good people and they can take in your sisters. I will pay for your upkeep, schooling, so you 3 have a chance." promised Harry.
Her eyes widened at his promise. "Why would you do that?" she asked. "You saved us, healed us, why are you so generous?"
Harry just smiled. "Because you're an orphan. And I understand your pain. You saw horrible things. At least you will have a chance to recover, make a life for yourself."
"That was generous," commented Monsieur Delacour. "By the looks on your face you want us to take them in?"
"Yes. But I'll pay for their schooling, and anything else. They need a safe home. And you can provide that. That will be my second favor. They lost their parents, friends, almost lost their own lives. Can you do that?"
"Yes, yes I can," agreed Delacour.
"Happy Birthday Karen," everybody applauded. However the birthday girl was unhappy due to the fact that her brother couldn't come.
"Karen," said Lily trying to cheer her up," Harry does feel bad about not being able to come. He might make it."
Karen just nodded sadly. She wanted Harry to come home. Besides training, Harry was really nice. Sure he would tease her, but he would also make her laugh. Why did he have to go to Iraq, she thought sadly.
"Happy Birthday Karen" Karen turned around and looked outside. Sure enough Harry was running, red faced, as though Hell was chasing him. She smiled as he broke through the door.
"Sorry about being late," he breathed,"the doushbags wouldn't let me leave. Here I got you a gift." He grabbed something from his bag. It was a golden locket.
She opened it and it contained a picture of Harry and Lily.
"It's perfect," she said and hugged Harry.
A/N I do not support child soldiers. I despise it. Here I also show the good and dark side of Harry.
Sorry If I insulted any Arabs and Iraqi's and the scene with the Auror was inspired by the Auror Trailor by IGN on youtube.
Give me your opinion about this chapter. Hogwarts coming up soon.