Magic is not enough.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. James Bond, to the estate of Ian Fleming

"Moneypenny?" the voice crackled to life over the intercom in a dry English tone echoing a slight sensation of annoyance. "Send him in."

"Well, James, you heard the man." The woman's voice held a tone of amusement as she watched the man smile back at her with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Well then, I really shouldn't keep him waiting, now should I?" James Bond chuckled just a bit as he casually tossed his hat onto the waiting hat rack and smiled down at the woman. "Ah the things one does for Queen and country, otherwise, I'd stay and keep you company."

"Whatever you say James, whatever you say." The woman drawled back before turning her head back to her paperwork. "He is waiting you know."

"Ah, one day Moneypenny, one day." The man smiled again before slipping through the waiting door with one, last devilish smile.

"Sit down, 007." The aged man spoke in a strangely subdued tone as he gestured to the seat across from him. "I have a bit of… sadly unsettling news to give you."

"Oh?" The man pursed his lips as he would grin rakishly back at his superior. "SPECTRE causing trouble again?"

"Lily Potter and her husband were found murdered last night." The man spoke in a soft tone as he didn't quite meet the man's eyes. "Their son was missing, but turned up on the doorstep of his Aunt's."

The man behind the desk watched as in an instant, the debonair playboy melted away into one of the most dangerous men alive as his eyes hardened into cold, polished steel. "And the murderer?"

"You are aware of… your cousin's… abilities, yes, 007?" There was a tone of neutrality in the man's voice as he spoke up.

"She was a witch, her husband a wizard." Was the simple, clipped response. "Does this have something to do with that damned terrorist their damned Ministry refused to acknowledge was beyond their ability to handle?"

"Voldemort, yes." The head of MI6 responded calmly. "From the reports we've received he confronted and murdered the Potters and then somehow when he attempted to do the same to the boy, his power was reflected back at him, and destroyed his body."

"Just the body, sir?"

"There has been some speculation, especially by one Albus Dumbledore, that he has some tie to the living world still, that his defeat has only been temporary." M sighed slightly as he slumped back into his chair. "That whole bloody society gives me a damned headache."

"Believe me, Sir, I know." James Bond frowned a moment, before his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Why was Harry placed into the care of the Dursleys?"

"We have no idea." M admitted honestly. "Sirius Black, the named guardian of the boy, has been seen skulking around, hunting for one Peter Pettigrew. There has been some speculation in fact, that Black betrayed the Potters to…"

"Balderdash, Sir." Bond shot back immediately, his eyes flinty and hard. "I've met Black. He may play the part of a fool at times, but a more loyal man to his friends you'll never find. James and Lily were more family to him than his own, and Harry…" The man shook his head once more. "Black would have given his life for any of them." He frowned slightly, as his eyes narrowed. "Pettigrew though. Shifty, nervous fellow, who'd prove a coward in the end I think."

"And Remus Lupin?" M arched a brow slightly as he looked back neutrally at the man. "He is the only one of the Potter's three closest friends that was not named as a possible candidate to watch over their son."

"He couldn't, legally in their society." Bond made a slight show of disgust. "He's a werewolf. Brilliant chap, soft spoken, down trodden, but not broken by any means of the word."

"Ah, I see, that does clarify that." M nodded slightly as he pursed his lips, debating how to approach the next bit of new.

"Excuse me, sir, but why have I been called in on this?" Bond spoke up, his eyes guarded and careful. "Not that I'm not appreciative, I simply… wish to clarify why we're so on the ball on this one. It is outside our jurisdiction after all."

"Lily Potter nee Evans was your cousin, 007, we keep track of all our employee's families." M responded simply, before pausing, as he reluctantly added. "Especially when someone seems to be taking care to circumvent the order of things."

"Sir?"

"On the non-magical side of things, Dursleys were never mentioned as potential guardians. In fact, on a rather short list of names, yours is at the top."

James blinked a moment, before shaking his head slowly, and offering a hollow, dry chuckle. "Well, that right there invalidates their will." At his superior's questioning look, Bond offered an empty smile to the man. "Can you think of ANYONE that would name me a child's guardian in their right mind? Especially a woman as brilliant as my cousin?"

"You're named as the potential guardian in no less than 5 other wills that I'm aware of, 007." The man responded softly as he looked at the suddenly bewildered agent. "I asked one of them once, why they would name a rakish cad like you as a guardian for their child, and the man quoted a Japanese saying to me. 'Death is lighter than a feather…'"

"'Duty, heavier than a mountain.' Yes, I'm aware of it." Bond finished, frowning slightly before pinching at the bridge of his nose.

"He reminded me, that though you play the part of the rogue, you shoulder your duty without a word of complaint and have never once tried to slip free." M looked at his agent, and the man could feel him staring as if into the depths of his soul. "A thing I've forgotten on occasion."

"Duty, that prevents me from being the kind of man that could be able to look after a child." James responded. "And would make them into a target."

"You're being reassigned, actually." M responded simply as he noted the look of dumbfounded shock on the man's face. "Being taken out of the field as it were."

"Sir?" There was a note of disbelief in the man's voice as he stared back at him. "Double-Os don't get taken out of the field. We don't retire. We do our duty until we're dead."

"Yes, well, you've never been one for following tradition, now have you, 007?" M countered with a slight smirk on his face. "You've been reassigned to the Academy."

"You… you… want me to TEACH!?"

"No, I want you to take care of your young, orphaned cousin." M responded as he leaned back. "This way, I can insure the boy isn't as likely to be orphaned all over again, and he had a guardian capable of protecting him if need be."

James opened his mouth to protest for a moment, before sighing and slumping back into his chair. "He's already made a lot of enemies, hasn't he?"

"Voldemort still has followers out there." M affirmed as he nodded his head quietly. "I want you to raise the boy. Teach him to survive, and…" The man paused a moment, before smiling slightly as he gave Bond a look. "Teach him the one thing you seem to have learned that so many of us haven't. How to live, even with the burden of duty on our shoulders."

"Well, this should be interesting." James finally chuckled as he shook his head and pursed his lips. "Keep an eye on the Black/Pettigrew situation for me?"

"Of course." M smiled back at the agent. "And the custody paperwork has already been taken care of."

"Thank you." James sighed slightly before shaking his head just a bit. "I don't suppose Q has any new little toys for helping raise a boy?"

At M's exasperated look, Bond chuckled just a bit and nodded. "I didn't think so."

-o-o-o-

"Hello… Oh, it's you." Petunia Dursley gave her cousin a sour look as she looked the man over. "What do you want, James?"

"It's lovely to see you again as well, Petunia." The man's voice was rolling with a subdued tone. "I had expected to find you a bit more… distraught."

"Oh." The horse faced woman shrugged slightly before frowning as she offered him another sour look. "Heard about Lily then, I assume."

"Yes, I can see you're horribly broken up about it." His response was terse as it left his lips, while his face slipped into a careful mask of neutrality. "Well then, I'm the bearer of what I'm sure for you, will be delightful news. I'm here for Harry."

"I see." A sigh of relief escaped Petunia's lips as she frowned again. "Shouldn't… one of 'them' take him?"

"He should be with people who care about him." James responded simply as he looked at the woman. "Where is he?"

Petunia flushed slightly before looking away, her eyes flickering to the cupboard under the stairs for a moment before she moved to shut the door. "Just a moment and I'll get him."

"Petunia." All trace of polite discourse bled away from his tone as his eyes flashed like cold steel. "Did you put a one year old baby, your nephew, in a cupboard under your stairs?"

"I… We didn't want the neighbors to know we had a freak like that boy living with us!" Petunia hissed back defiantly at the man.

"Move, cousin." The words left his lips with a caustic hiss as he pushed past the woman with a piercing glare.

"What's going on here?" Vernon Dursley blustered as he saw the impeccably dressed man entering his home, practically pushing his wife out of his way as he did so. "Who the bloody hell do you think you are?!"

"Your wife's cousin." Was the mans terse response as he moved to the cupboard. "And Harry's legal guardian. Whom I will be relieving from you."

"What do you think gives you the…" Vernon immediately began to purple as he watched the man completely ignore him as he made his way to the cupboard, and without a word, pull it open. "I'm talking to you, you arrogant piece of…"

"The name, Dursley." James responded without even glancing back at the man as he carefully removed Harry from the cupboard. "Is Commander James Bond." Glancing back at the rapidly paling man as he cradled Harry in his arms. "Only because I turned down the rank of Knight Commander. Now, if you don't mind, I will be seeing myself and my charge out."

With a stiff, brisk pace, the man pushed his way past his still stunned cousin, to the car waiting for him in the street. Pausing, just before he slipped into the vehicle. He glanced back at the Dursley's and spoke in a cold, clipped tone. "I'd be more wary of just who it is you insult, for future reference."

And with that, the man slide into the back of the vehicle and was gone.

-o-o-o-

-10 years later-

"Well now, all ready for the grand show, are we?" James smiled down at his ward, and chuckled as he watched the boy grin in return.

"Yes, Uncle James." Harry grinned softly up at his guardian, his emerald eyes twinkling behind the wire frames of his glasses, his wild hair giving him all the appearance of a young rogue, dressed as he was in a blazer and tie. "Though, I still hate wearing the tie."

"You'll get used to it my boy." James smiled back as he lightly patted the boy on the shoulder. "And in time, even appreciate it."

"So you keep telling me." The boy rolled his eyes slightly, before frowning just a bit. "You sure you can't come to the platform with me?"

"Operational Security." James responded, smiling back at the boy as he reached down and pulled him into a soft momentary hug. "The less people that find out where you're staying, the better. This way, we don't have to worry about any of those pesky tracing spells being used on me once I drop you off."

"I know, doesn't mean I have to like it." The boy sighed slightly as he hugged the man back. "I'm gonna miss you, and the two buffoons."

"Hey!" Sirius Black immediately protested as he lightly glared at his godson. "I worked very hard to be the kind of high quality buffoon I am!"

"Whatever you say, Padfoot." Harry countered with a dry grin. "It'll be nice to have some piece and quiet for a change."

"Yes, do let me know how that works out. I have only the vaguest recollection of what that was like." James commented with a curling smile on his lips as he lightly ruffled Harry's hair. "And do remember the motto."

"Always do." Harry agreed with a smile, before turning to Sirius. "Shall we be off then?"

"Right then!" Sirius grinned and offered Harry his arm.

"See you at Holiday, Uncle James!"

"See you then, Harry."

-o-o-o-

"My, would you lovely ladies mind if I shared this dreadfully empty compartment with you?" Harry's emerald eyes glittered behind his glasses as he smiled to the pair of young girls his age casually sitting next to one another in the otherwise empty compartment.

"I suppose we could, what do you think, Padma?" One of the identical Indian twins asked as she glanced over at her sister.

"I suppose we could at that, Pavarti."

"Wonderful!" Harry grinned as he slipped into the compartment, then carefully stowed his trunk away, before turning to smile back at the girls and offering them a flourishing bow. "The name, is Bond, Harry Bond."

"Well, Harry, I'm Pavarti as you might've guessed and this is my sister, Padma." The first girl spoke up and smiled back at the boy.

"Charmed." Padma offered with a slight smile, shyly directed to the boy.

"And I am of course, thoroughly enchanted to make the acquaintance of such lovely ladies as yourselves." A slight, rakish grin curled upon the edges of the boy's mouth as he answered them back.

"Why, Mr. Bond, aren't you a little young to be so charming?" Padma spoke up as her sister blushed slightly at the boy's words.

"Ah, my guardian taught me it's never to early to start learning the proper way to address a lady." Harry responded easily enough as he winked back at the girl. "That way, when it comes time that such things matter, you're not stumbling over your own tongue."

"Sounds like a wise man." Parvarti spoke up, her eyes glittering slightly as she grinned back at the boy.

"He is a scoundrel, a rogue, a swindler and a charmer of the highest caliber, my dear." Harry responded with a wink. "And along the way, he's managed to pick up a nugget of wisdom or two." Grinning back at the girl's he smiled innocently enough as he produced a deck of cards. "Perhaps, we could play a game to pass the time?"

-o-o-o-

"Excuse me, Professor? You didn't call my name." Harry spoke up, his brow arched as Susan Bones' name was called out.

"Ah? What's your name young man?"

"Bond, ma'am, Harry Bond." The boy grinned up at the woman in a rakish grin, that seemed oh so familiar to the stern woman.

"Now… you wouldn't happen to be of any relationship to James, now would you?" Minerva McGonagall could feel her lips twitching in amusement.

A look of surprise passed his features, before Harry nodded back. "My Guardian, ma'am."

"Ah, you'll have to tell me how Andrew and Monique's boy is doing… How did you come to be in that rogue's care?"

"He was named guardian in my parent's will." Harry shrugged just a bit. "Apparently he and my mum were cousins."

Recognition passing across her eyes, Minerva McGonagall felt her lips twitching slightly as her eyes danced. "Oh now, that does explain so very much. Very well, Mr. Bond, you may go as soon as Susan's through."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Not at all my boy, not at all." Minerva smiled slightly as she glanced down at the boy once more. "I find myself in the selfish hope that you've inherited your parent's courage, and your guardian's more redeeming qualities."

"Would it help if I promised not to play cards too often?" The boy offered the sweetest smile he could to the stern woman.

"Oh dear."

"Unless of course I could interest you in a game of Baccarat?" Harry looked up at the woman, a hopeful look in his eyes. "I rather do enjoy a good game of Chemin de Fer."

"James has trained you well I see." The professor shook her head, and chuckled softly as the Hat finished proclaiming 'Hufflepuff!' for the young Bones girl. "And it looks like you're up. Harry Bond!"

As a questioning expression rose across the staff table, Harry calmly strode to the chair with an easy loping grace before settling in as the hat took its place atop his head. "Well now, what do we have here?"

"Well, I'm a Leo, born in the Chinese year of the Monkey, and I've been told I'm anywhere from wonderfully charming, to a cheeky bastard." Harry offered helpfully as he smiled.

"Cheeky indeed." The hat chuckled softly as he shifted about atop the boy's head. "Difficult one indeed. Your father only thought he was a quarter as charming as you are. Yes, but plenty of both your parents courage I see."

"Naturally." The boy simply smiled up at the hat as he settled back. "One of the tasks my guardian was given, was to make certain I knew how to live as it were, even with the burdens of duty and expectation on one's shoulders. And while I'm a trifle young for some of his more… earthly pursuits…"

"Quite the lady's man I see." The hat agreed, a tinge of amusement in his voice. "Ah, but tempered with an air of tragedy."

"He was married once." Harry admitted, looking up at the shifting sky overhead. "I believe you can see the tale there if you're rummaging through my mind… I trust you have an enchantment on you to prevent you from sharing a student's secrets?"

"Not that it hasn't stopped some of the headmaster's from trying to break it." The hat countered with a smirk. "Thankfully, it's hard woven into my being. They get rid of that… and they utterly destroy a priceless artifact of the founders."

"Quite." Harry agreed with a smile. "That's reassuring, I was rather worried I'd have to go and see to destruction myself." He paused a moment, before shrugging a bit. "Secrets that aren't mine to share, you understand."

"Indeed. Mr. Bond, indeed." The hat grumped slightly as it shifted about on the boy's head. "You have qualities that each of the four houses would admire. You have the intelligence that Ravenclaws are famous for…"

"But I do believe I lack their overall thirst for knowledge." Harry pointed out as he smiled up at the hat.

"True, true. You have cunning, that any Slytherin would be jealous of."

"Sadly, I find myself lacking in any grand ambitions at this point in time." He paused a moment, before shrugging just a bit. "And I find myself more than slightly loathe to join a house that puts so very much emphasis on one's ancestry."

"And, as much as I might agree with you with the certain flaws apparent in the house, I am a creature brought about to urge the unity in this school and to protect each of the four houses… And I'm rather loathe to put you into Slytherin, for the simple reason that I'm not quite sure the house could survive you."

"I may have inherited some of Uncle James' traits that would make that likely, I suppose." Harry reluctantly admitted with a seemingly innocent smile.

"Quite." The hat agreed with a dry chuckle as it shifted back and considered. "You've got the loyalty and you're not stranger to hard work, so Hufflepuff could fit."

"True." Harry admitted with an easy smile. "I am certainly the friendly sort."

"Yes… But above all else, you have been raised to be a man of bravery, honor, courage and duty, haven't you?" The hat said in a simple, somber tone. "Both by nature and by nurture."

"I may not have known them, but I have done my best to do my parents proud." Harry said with a soft, wistful smile on his lips. "So then, I suppose it's decided?"

"Where ever they are, I know James and Lily would be proud of you boy." The hat paused a moment before it continued. "Especially to have you in: GRYFFINDOR!"

"My thanks…" Harry smiled softly and gently slid the hat off his head "Though, perhaps a bit more diversity in the houses? Lumping all the would be villains in one lot does give them more opportunities to plot."

"Aye, but it also cuts down on their resources." The hat countered with a slight smirk.

"True, I suppose. You have to give and take a bit. Been delightful chatting with you." Harry offered the hat one final smile before striding casually to the waiting Gryffindor table."

-o-o-o-

"Harry, I'd like you to meet my dad." Hermione beamed up at the towering man, who smiled down at the boy, revealing a set of gleaming steel teeth.

Blinking slightly, Harry stared up at the man, as recognition flitted through his mind. "Bloody hell."

Hermione sighed slightly as she watched her friend's reaction, and how her father's smile dimmed just a bit. She had thought her friend of all people would be able to keep his cool. It was rather disappointing to see him react just like...

"You're Jaws, aren't you."

Ok, that was new. Hermione's eyes widened as she gaped at her friend. "HARRY!" She turned her head then stared in shock at the owl eyed expression on her father, as he slowly, carefully nodded his head slightly in acknowledgment.

Harry actually laughed at that and shook his head as it devolved into a rueful chuckle as he extended his hand to the massive man. "Bond, Harry Bond." At the stunned, and questioning look in the seemingly mute man's expression as he carefully shook the boy's own, minute in comparison hand, Harry nodded back to the question. "I do believe you're familiar with my guardian, James?"

His eyes lighting up, Hermione's father immediately pulled the boy off his feet into an exuberant hug, where the slight popping of his bones could be heard.

"DAD!" Hermione chided quickly. "Don't Crush him!"

Looking admonished, the hulking man gingerly set the boy back onto his feet and offered him a quietly apologetic look. After settling himself and lightly brushing the wrinkles out of his clothes, Harry sent a reassuring smile to his friend. "It's quite all right, Hermione. Your father and my guardian are old... colleagues I suppose you could say."

Mr. Granger actually blushed, and looked sheepishly down at the boy as his daughter stared at him in shock and amazement. "Your guardian's a dentist?"

"Hmm? Oh, no." Harry laughed slightly and waved off the girl's question. "You do know your father wasn't always a dentist, correct? I'd imagine he got into it after... retiring from his previous field. My own guardian retired himself after my parents were killed."

Mr. Granger winced slightly, before nodding in sympathy and understanding to the boy. A moment later his own eyes discreetly glanced at his daughter and he smiled slightly, before turning his head back towards Harry. His expression immediately turned stern as he crossed his arms across his chest and sent a slight glare down at the boy.

Confusion reigned in Hermione's expression as she glanced from her father to her amused looking friend. Confusion that only grew when the boy responded to the unspoken statement. "Relax, Mr. Granger. I'm only 11. Plus... while I will probably take after him, I assure you, I have no intentions of anything involving your daughter in that regard."

"Harry? Dad?" Hermione blinked, not quite enjoying missing an obviously massive chunk of information.

A look of relief passed across the towering man's face before he nodded again to the boy, the friendly expression once more in place. As Harry lightly waved off her question, he grinned up at the man and put forth a bit of a quandary of his own. "Now, that does leave me with one, burning curiosity. Are you one of the people that put Uncle James in as a potential guardian in your will?"

The man formerly known as Jaws, blushed even brighter, before slowly, reluctantly nodding his head. Smiling Harry grinned back up at him. "Marvelous. One down, 4 more to go to solve that mystery." He paused before grinning at the man. "He was never quite able to ferret out the information on his own you know. It's frustrated the man to no end."

Mr. Granger laughed at that and nodded before sending a meaningful look over at his daughter. Quickly deciphering the meaning, Hermione nodded and smiled back at Harry. "Dad would like to invite you and your guardian to dinner sometime."

"Smashing, I'm sure Uncle James would love to. And of course, I'm sure he'd be delighted to invite you to join us as well." He paused a moment, before grinning back at Hermione. "Why, you could even be introduced to my illustrious Dog Father."

"After everything that Professor McGonagall said about him, I find myself slightly... leery of that Harry." Hermione pointed out, before smiling slightly. "But, I've got your phone number, so, I'll give you a ring to see when we can work something out."

"Wonderful!" Turning his head, Harry smiled back up at the towering man. "It was delightful meeting you, Mr. Granger. It's always a treat meeting Uncle James' former colleagues."