Hello, as promised here is the second chapter. Thanks for the reviews, I was surprised to get so many just for the first chapter. Now I hope that you'll enjoy this one as much. And for those who asked about the one-shot that inspired me, it was among a series called 'Common Sense' by Disobidience Writer.

Happy reading.

First Mission

Harry stood next to the basilisk he had just killed. Damn Dumbledore and his inactivity and inability to find suitable DADA professors. Lockhart had been a joke. Hell he had been worse than the possessed Quirrell. It was really a testament of poorness if a Voldemort possessed teacher was the better option than a celebrated so called fighter against darkness. Harry had known that the man was a fraud after one week of him teaching at Hogwarts. He had actually read all his books and found several discrepancies in the timeline. You just couldn't do two things at the same time on two different sides of Europe. And Harry knew for sure that it had been an agent of the MI6 who had defeated the banshee Lockhart boasted to have won against.

The damn banshee had been a threat to important economic resources of Great Britain. She had killed many workers and therefore had to be eliminated. Sirius had told him the story two months after he had joined the MI6. It had been really easy to leave the Dursleys. After Sirius had nicked the blood of Aunt Petunia he had got Harry and Hedwig out of there in the middle of the night. They had moved in at Sirius' home in London. It was truly ingenious. Number 12 Grimmauld Place, at first sight, looked like it hadn't been lived in for a decade, which it would have been if Sirius had truly gone to Azkaban. After all, he could hardly live in his old apartment which had been raided by the Ministry. That would have caused problems.

From the third floor up, the house was an example what magic resistant technology was able to do. Additionally only half of the rooms the house had on the first two floors were accessible for anybody without Black blood. Harry, having a grandmother who had been born a Black, had access to those parts. Sirius had built training areas for himself over the years he was part of the MI6 to keep in shape even if he wasn't at headquarters. On top of that he had stored weapons, potions and useful technology. And you never knew if an emergency would come up where you couldn't access headquarters.

Being a secret agent was hard work and Sirius looked every part of it. He was muscular, but it was well hidden beneath elegant clothing. Harry had been shown videos of missions that other secret agents and Sirius had done and he was impressed how easy it seemed to be for them. There also were those missions that involved all out fights to the death. But those were normally taken by the 00 agents. Sirius wasn't there yet. He was next in line to rise to that status. It took at least three years to have all the abilities that were required for the basic secret agents mastered. Three more years to gain experience with low class and middle class missions. Only if you finished that period to the complete satisfaction of your superior you were allowed to participate in high class missions. Sirius had worked his way up to the top. At the moment all the 00 spots were filled.

But if one of them were to die or retire, Sirius would rise to the open spot. He would be one of the few wizards to ever gain this honour. As a 00 agent you couldn't rely on magic. You had to be the best overall.

Harry had started his training with martial arts, weapon training, strategy, stealth and information gathering. His trainers had been amazed how good Harry had been at gathering information without his targets suspecting anything. He had shrugged and told them he had needed that skill to survive the Dursleys. Without knowing when Uncle Vernon was in a bad mood, he would have suffered more than he did. Mr Jones had him take his tests for second and third year at secondary school and Harry passed without problem.

It was important for him to take all the tests in the muggle world so he could keep his files clean. Nobody cared where he learned and took his tests, that fact could be falsified without problem, but he needed to have tests for each year at secondary school in his files. A secret agent couldn't have holes in his curriculum vitae. It would make enemies suspect the person as an agent. While there were very few agents who were recruited as young as he had been, all the agents had perfect records. Not too perfect as it would be suspicious but near perfect.

Harry's days started at 6.00 am and ended at 8.00 pm. If Sirius didn't have a mission they would just go home together and relax, Sirius would tell Harry stories of his parents, their time at Hogwarts and in how much trouble they got for playing pranks. Harry simply loved his new life. The little golem with Aunt Petunia's blood worked perfectly as Dumbledore never even suspected that Harry wasn't at Privet Drive anymore. The wards had just been moved to Grimmauld Place. And as long as he didn't go there in person they doubted he would find out. His little spy, Mrs Figg as Harry had found out to his utter annoyance, was told that Harry was staying with friends during the summer by a confunded Petunia. Sirius had left a little present at the Dursleys'. Whenever anybody asked for Harry and the only one who would ask was Mrs Figg, they were told some believable story.

Sirius would change the story for next summer as it would be suspicious to always have the same story.

Now Harry had to get rid of this memory or whatever it was of Tom Riddle. Voldemort he corrected himself.

"So, Tom, what are you going to do now? Your little pet is dead and you have lost." Harry mocked.

"You really think so, Potter? I don't. While Ginny is getting weaker I'm getting stronger with every minute. Soon I'll leave the damned diary and Lord Voldemort will rise again." He boasted.

It clicked for Harry that moment. The diary was the key. And from his research he knew that basilisk venom was deadly.

"We'll see to that, Riddle. Accio diary." He said, summoning the black book into his hand.

Faster that Riddle could shout 'no', Harry rammed the diary onto the fang of the dead king of serpents. The screaming he heard confirmed his theory that without the diary as a medium, Riddle would just cease to exist. He just hoped he was in time to save Ginny. She was just an innocent victim of Voldemort. The ghostly appearance that was Tom Riddle exploded and Harry took the sword of Gryffindor, really why would the founder of his house hide the sword in the Sorting Hat of all places, and walked over to the prone form of Ginny Weasley. He quickly checked her vitals and was relieved that she would be okay soon.

He thought back to when he had found out about the basilisk.

Flashback

Harry sat in the library, looking through all books he could find on snakes. He was sure that the monster in the Chamber was a snake. But he needed to find out which one. After the failure with Hagrid's hint, really, only Hagrid would think his pet acromantula would be nice to Ron and him, he only knew that the idiots in the Ministry had the wrong guy. He also had to consider the mirror Hermione had in her hand. She obviously had found out what the monster was.

If only the girl would tell him and Ron her suspicions before running off to the library when there was a monster going around the castle. They should have stayed together. The monster had never attacked bigger groups. It had always been small groups or single people. Perhaps it was coincidence, perhaps it was not. But he needed to find the kind of snake that could petrify and kill. He should have realized earlier that it was a snake, but he didn't have that much experience with his parseltongue ability. So it had taken some time. It didn't help either that most of the school was shunning him as the heir of Slytherin just because he had one ability that was considered dark. As if an ability alone made you dark. It was what you did with it that decided which way you went.

Harry turned the pages in the book for rare magical creatures. He needed to find a dangerous snake that could kill or petrify without leaving marks on a person, capable of living for several hundred years to a millennia and that was the enemy of all spiders. Finally he came upon an entry that looked right.

Harry didn't like what he read. It was a basilisk. A snake born from a chicken egg, hatched under a toad. Capable of living several centuries with a stare that kills if you look into the snake's eyes. Mortal enemy of spiders but with one weakness. It died by the cry of the rooster. Well, that he could explore. He would only need to find a rooster.

Harry was cursing. All the school's roosters had already been killed. Probably by the heir of Slytherin. It would have been easier for him if he could have taken a real rooster. But he was a wizard and he could transfigure a rooster. He just needed to find out how and learn how to do it. Back to the library it was then. But he would also send a note with his conclusions to Sirius. Perhaps he could help him find a spell. And he would inform his superior agent and trainer, Aurora Sinistra, the Astronomy teacher, it had been a real surprise for Harry to be told she was a secret agent, what the monster was and that he would try to learn transfiguring something into a rooster.

The talk had gone well and she had promised to try and use the knowledge he had given her to get rid of the monster, but without knowing the entrance and getting into the chamber it would be difficult. So Harry trained for two weeks constantly to transfigure a rock into a rooster. It was very advanced magic, way beyond his level, but he finally managed to do it. Now he just needed to find out where the entrance to the chamber was.

Flashback end

He hoped there wouldn't be any harsh repercussions from Sirius for going down into the chamber without backup from Agent Sinistra, but he just didn't have time and opportunity to get her alone. Ginny's life had been at stake. He had just figured out where the entrance was after Ginny had been taken and only Lockhart had been trying to go down there. Or so he had thought. The guy might have been a fraud, but he didn't want to let the idiot die if he could have prevented it. A waste of time really.

"Well, Fawkes, I really don't want to do something like this again soon. You were really great by the way. I wouldn't have been able to fight the basilisk if you hadn't blinded it." He thanked the red and golden bird who trilled happily.

Ginny seemed to wake up. She looked around frantically. Then she spotted him.

"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry. It w-was me who o-opened the ch-chamber. But I, I didn't w-want to d-do so. Riddle m-made me do a-all those h-horrible things." She hiccupped.

"They will e-expel me for sure. I l-looked so m-much forward to coming here, e-ever since Bill went. I t-tried to t-tell you and Ron at b-breakfast, but I-I couldn't t-talk with P-Percy there."

She was crying and Harry gently pulled her into his arms. She needed the comfort.

"They won't do anything like that, Ginny." He said soothingly. "I'll tell them the truth. I have spoken with Tom Riddle's memory, avatar or whatever it was and it confesseded controlling you and making you do those horrible things. I have the diary as proof. There is a way to show other wizards memories and I'm sure Professor Dumbledore would listen to us and look at them before he decides what to do. Don't worry. You were just a victim of Lord Voldemort. You're no dark witch."

Harry comforting her did the trick. Slowly Ginny calmed down. Ten minutes later Harry thought she was up to returning to Ron and then the castle.

"Let's go back, Ginny. I think by now Ron will have cleared a path for our return. We had a little accident on the way here because Lockhart the fraud wanted to obliviate your brother and me. You wouldn't expect a defect wand being so useful." He tried to cheer her up a bit.

"Ron is also looking for me?" She asked. "Lockhart is a fraud and tried to memory charm you?"

"Yes to both. I'll tell you the whole story later, or you could get Ron to do it. He was sick with worry for you." Harry said.

Ginny just leaned into the half embrace Harry offered and let him lead her out of the chamber. Fawkes followed them flying.

They arrived at McGonagall's office to the sight of Mrs Weasley being comforted by Mr Weasley and Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore sitting behind McGonagall's desk. Everybody's eyes turned to the three kids when the door opened.

"Ginny!" Mrs Weasley cried and pulled her daughter into her arms.

Dumbledore was smiling lightly in his chair behind the desk. Harry thought he had no reason to be this satisfied. He had left his students in danger. If Hermione had managed to figure out what the monster in the chamber was, Professor Dumbledore should have been able to do so too. Harry would have warned the school earlier, but with him being labelled as the heir of Slytherin after accidentally speaking parseltongue at the duelling club, nobody would listen to him.

At least this time he had had a plan. Sirius wouldn't find any reason to ground him. He had known the weakness of the serpent to the crow of the rooster. There had just been one problem. All the school's roosters had been killed by Ginny on Riddle's orders. So he had practiced transfiguring a stone into a rooster. It had taken him two weeks to get it down but he had done it. Just to find out that transformed roosters didn't crow when they were supposed to do so. There went his wonderful plan of just having his rooster substitute kill the snake.

Thankfully the hat had arrived with Fawkes. The sword was not his favourite weapon but as he didn't have a gun strong enough for the job, it was his best bet. Now he was really grateful for all the sword training Sirius had put him through. He had just managed to evade being bit by the monster snake. And of course, oh the irony, the damn rooster now decided to crow. He had blasted the damn thing to smithereens.

Harry told the edited story of what had happened in the chamber and what Riddle had told him. It wouldn't do for Dumbledore to suspect anything of his secret training. As he had predicted Dumbledore let Ginny get away without punishment and gave one of his usual speeches. Then Malfoy Sr. turned up and tried to get information. Harry figured from the strange behaviour that completely disturbed house elf Dobby was showing that he had been the instigator of all the terror this year. Harry decided to have a little bit of fun. He asked Dumbledore for the diary, went out of the room, wrapped the diary in one of his old socks and ran to catch up to Malfoy Sr.

He found him in a corridor on his own, once again abusing Dobby. Harry hated abuse in all forms.

"Mr Malfoy, you forgot something." He called out.

"And what would that be?" Malfoy Sr. sneered.

He was nothing against Snape. Really that man had the evil sneer down to perfection.

"You forgot your diary. Remember, you were the one to place it in Ginny Weasley's cauldron at Flourish and Blotts." Harry said and pushed it into Malfoy's hands.

"And can you prove that, Potter?" He asked threateningly.

He took of the sock and threw it away, not looking where it went.

"I'd advise you to not put your nose into matters you're not meant to know. You could go the same way as your parents otherwise. Too nosy for their own good too. Dobby, we are going." He called out.

Harry grinned. He knew what was coming.

"Master gave Dobby a sock. Master threw it and Dobby caught it. Dobby is free." The happy elf announced at the disblieving and then furious look of Mr Malfoy.

"You have stolen my servant!" Malfoy thundered intent on hurting Harry.

Thankfully Dobby stopped the attack. Malfoy crept away his dignity and backside injured from hitting the wall hard. Harry just grinned brighter. It was time that arrogant prick was taken down a few pecks. Now the only thing left for the year was waiting for the feast where all the petrified persons would return. After taking the thanks from Dobby who then vanished with a loud pop of course.

Harry was looking forward to his holidays. No Dursleys, a lot of training, that was sure, but he would see Sirius again. And he wanted to get better. This was the second time in two years that Voldemort had made an attempt to return. If this was a pattern, he needed to be stronger next year. Who knew what would happen.

He hated Sirius. He officially hated him. He had reported accurately what had happened and that he had had to save Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets. He had described them trying to get help, sadly it had been Lockhart who they met first, but then they had to hurry to get into the Chamber before Ginny died. He suspected that the trip into the acromantula lair had been to his disadvantage. But still, he had practiced the transfiguration of the rock into a rooster. It hadn't been his fault that the damn thing didn't crow when it saw the snake.

It was totally unfair that he was grounded. It didn't help that Sirius had decided to use him being grounded to teach him etiquette for both muggle and wizard high society. Harry knew it was a necessary skill for him but hell did it annoy him being forced to eat like he had a stick in his back. Sirius evil grin wasn't really assuring either.

Harry had passed his sixth year secondary school exam and therefore the muggle equivalent of the OWLs. His trainers had decided that he now could concentrate on other subjects for a while. It had helped that with his occlumency training remembering information was really easy. His mind was highly organized and recalling certain things only took the fraction of a second. The tests would be put in with the Ministry of Education at London at the appropriate time. They just needed to add the date on his tests to disguise him taking them at twelve bordering thirteen years of age. Mr Jones was really happy with Harry's results. He had got straight A's in his classes except for his French class where he intentionally scored with B and his Philosophy class where he scored B-. It would be strange for a student to have all classes marked with A.

Harry sat opposite of Stacy, his trainer in lying. Yes he had to learn how to lie professionally. The other part of this training was to spot other people lying. He had memorized the plans for an old operation and Stacy had the job of interrogating him. Harry knew he would get harder interrogation training when he was older. For now he had to make Stacy believe his fake story or distract her from asking the right questions. He would find out the reason for Sirius' evil grin soon.

"So, Harry, would you please tell me where the troops are positioned?" Stacy asked smiling at him.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about. Are you sure you have been informed about the right things? I know about the line-up of the football world-cup for three foreign teams. That I could tell you about." Harry answered innocently.

"Okay, sweetie, start telling me the line-up. I'm sure I can get some money if I sell it to the trainer of England." She answered taking out a notepad.

Harry was slightly taken aback but immediately regained his wits. She tried to catch him of guard. Well he had learned his material. No better way than hiding information than offering something else that is also true. It would at least buy you time.

"Sure, well the German team will be … " Harry told with a calm demeanour the line-up of the German team, then the Brazilian team and finally the French team.

"I think that is all I remember. I hope it will help England win the world-cup." He said smiling brightly.

Any normal person would have believed him. And with his innocent face they would think they really had just been misinformed. After all for some people football was like a war. And suspecting a twelve year old of having military information was so unbelievable that it would play out in his favour. But she knew that he had information and she would get it. She just needed a point to attack his carefully built façade.

"Thank you so much, sweetie." She was coming closer; her ample breasts were only marginally covered by her costume. A lot of cleavage was visible and Harry had a few problems looking away.

"I'm sure you're willing to tell me more about the interesting things you know. After all a teenager like you, who can remember so many facts about football line-ups has to have to remember more interesting facts about other things with the same efficiency. Right? You would surely do me this favour."

She was talking with a sweet and seductive voice. Harry was beginning to sweat. This was over his head. But he had to try and keep his information safe without her noticing anything. Now he knew why Sirius was grinning like that a few days ago. Obviously Stacy was a seduction specialist and he was a hormonal boy just starting going through puberty. Damn it all. He hadn't got to the chapter on resisting seduction yet. What the hell would Sirius do?

Probably turning the game around and starting seducing his interrogator. But he couldn't do that. It would be ridiculous trying to seduce a woman twice his age, next to the fact that he didn't know a thing about girls and women.

"I don't know what you want to know." He said trying not to stare at her cleavage.

"Oh aren't you adorable. It's alright to look at a beautiful woman. We like being admired, Harry." She rolled his name in her mouth, making him changing feeling hot and cold in short intervals.

Harry finally found a way he hoped would work in this situation.

"Oh, it's just I have been taught that it was rude to stare." He said making him sound younger than he was. Perhaps playing on the little kid factor might help.

"Don't worry about it. Now perhaps you can tell me about battles you have learned about in your History classes. I think that would be very interesting. Especially why the positions of the troops were so important and where each squad was placed."

She tried to bring the talk back to military operations. Well he could do that.

"I have to admit that I don't remember that much about battles. You see we had this really boring teacher. He was so boring you would have believed he had died one day and came back to teaching as a ghost. Therefore I really had problems staying awake in History classes not to mention getting anything he taught. I could tell you about playing chess with my friend at the weekends at my boarding school. Those are the only battles I'd know about. Sadly my best friend is a genius at chess and always wins before I can even realize that I have been beaten. Perhaps you should question him on the best formations for battles." Harry said mock-pouting thinking about being beaten all the time by Ron.

Outside the training room behind a window that allowed them to observe the training Harry went through, Sirius, M and 004 intently watched Harry's interrogation training.

"I have to say he has the basic skills down pretty well for his age." M acknowledged.

"Yes, but he will break soon if Stacy ups her seduction attempts. At the moment she is at the showing phase, when she gets to the touching phase he will give her what she wants." Mark Fellowny, Agent 004 commented.

"I agree, Mark. But for not having any training in seduction and resisting it he is doing quite well. Trying to get her to refrain from using her full skills by pretending to be a little boy will only buy him some minutes though." Sirius stated.

"Yes, but he has potential. I have an operation planned at Manchester in one week. A meeting between a drug dealer and his supplier. They are pretty low on the ranking list of the organization but they are good at spotting our spies. I want to send Harry there to get us information about the other chain links. I think sending a teenager into a shopping centre will be less suspicious than having adults looking around. Get him ready for this." M ordered.

"Are you sure it isn't too early for this?" 004 asked.

"It's a low ranked mission. Harry needs experience and that kind of mission is pretty low risk. He is perfectly capable of doing this. Get him equipped with recorders and brief him on the location. He is to continue his normal training until the day before this will go into action. Any additional information he can dig up is welcome. Sirius you and 004 are in charge of this mission."

"Yes, sir." Sirius answered.

Inside the training room Harry got caught up in contradictions and Stacy pounded on them. It took little for her to nail him for lying to her but Harry kept the true information safe for another ten minutes, which impressed Sirius a lot. He had thought that Harry would spill sooner.

Harry stood in front of a shop-window looking at the new computer games that were presented. The intel the MI6 got on this mission was that the two subjects would meet near the electronics shop. Harry had the job to window-shop for all things that a thirteen year old boy would be interested in. He was dressed casually in blue jeans and a green t-shirt. Over this he wore a black jacket with pockets at the shoulders. Both pockets were closed with a button. His hair had been dyed blond and he wore blue contacts. His scar, his most notable feature was hidden under make-up and his fringe. He had committed the blue prints of the shopping centre to memory and was ready to follow his targets if necessary. The time the deal was set to happen came and passed. Harry just continued looking around. He knew if the targets got suspicious the whole mission had failed. He didn't want to fail his first mission.

Finally he heard some voices coming nearer.

"Man, why did he have to call us out here?" One boy asked.

"Don't know be quiet now. We just want to get this over with and then get back." Another one answered.

"Do you know your job, Piers?" a third voice asked.

"Sure, I'm to look out for anybody behaving suspicious and warn you. Really if Dudley can do this job, I can as well." A voice Harry knew really well said.

Harry used the window of the shop to identify the speakers. He saw two boys who were probably sixteen or seventeen years old in clothes that were currently considered in and Piers Polkiss who obviously was involved as the older boys' lookout. Well now he had a lot of information for M. He could guess that the older boys were either students at Smeltings or lived in Little Whinging. As he didn't recognize them, he guessed the former was true.

He quickly shot pictures with the miniature camera hidden in the buttons on his shoulder pockets. He would need the pictures for the later investigation. The two older boys sat down in an outdoor eating area of a fast-food stand. Harry moved while getting his wallet out, seemingly looking if he had enough money to buy himself a burger. He went to the attendance and ordered a cheese burger and a coke. He got his burger and coke, gave the man the money and left to one of the seats to eat.

Soon the contact of the two boys appeared. He looked around, seemingly bored and then sat down with the two boys. It was a young man, at most twenty five, short red hair, muscular build and casual clothes. Harry got another picture.

"Everything clear?" Harry could hear him say in a low voice.

Harry's recording device in his wallet recorded everything.

"Sure, Nathan. There were no suspicious characters. Only normal shoppers." Was the answer in an equally low voice.

"Good. Do you have the money?" He asked quietly, while studying the menu.

"Of course. 10.000 as agreed. Your part?" The older of the two boys asked.

"One kilo. Disguised as a racing car. The usual quality. How many customers have you got the past year?" Was the reply.

"Twenty six. On top of the fifty one we already had. We are also training up our successors for the time when we graduate. The rat faced boy out there is our second apprentice. For now he is just a lookout. His boss in their little bullying group is promising. The fat one we normally take to be lookout. Perfectly ruthless. And his parents don't want to see any faults their precious son has." One said.

"Good work. You'll be assigned bigger jobs after graduating. For now, keep up the good work." Nathan replied.

Harry didn't really see the man taking the money, but he took a picture from the older boys leaving with the racing car. He just didn't believe it. His stupid cousin Dudley was trained up to become a drug dealer. Well it fit his personality.

Harry reported back to Sirius and Mark as soon as he was back at headquarters. He had browsed through two more shops, bought two CDs and a cool t-shirt and then left the shopping centre.

"Alright Harry, we have listened to the tape and your camera is at our specialists for development of the pictures you took. Any additional observations?" Sirius asked.

"Yes, the name of the boy who was lookout is Piers Polkiss; he is living in Little Whinging, Surrey and attends Smeltings School. He is thirteen years old, a coward who attacks from behind and part of a gang of bullies that was founded during their time at primary school. The leader of the gang is Dudley Dursley, who is also thirteen years old and sadly my cousin. From what I heard the two older boys are managing a dealer ring at Smeltings School and are training Dudley and his gang up to take their places once they graduate.

"Dudley is stupid, fat and used to get his will. He is totally spoiled by his parents who think their son is perfect. He has been bullying me for all my life and was never reprimanded; therefore his drift into criminality isn't that surprising." Harry reported.

Mark whistled.

"Jackpot!" He said impressed. "We just had to send the one junior agent that was familiar with one of the dealer group. Now we have a starting point for further investigation. We can shadow the older boys. Knowing which school they attend will make it easy to identify them. I hope their contact is known to our archives. Good work Harry." He praised the boy who just smiled.

"Thanks." Harry said proud getting praise from a 00 agent.

"I'll take the information to M for him to decide what will be done next. Harry, you return to Jake for your martial arts training." Sirius said.

"Understood." Harry answered and left the room.

"He will be great one day." Mark commented.

"Yes, he will." Sirius agreed smiling and left with the report for M.

So that was the second chapter. Did you like it? Please review.