Title: Harry's Heroes

Author: Black Blade

Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been.

Summary: Harry is flung back in time further then expected. He now finds himself in Nazi Germany in a very different prisoner of war camp. Crossover with Harry Potter.

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Chapter two: Meeting the team.

"You're English." The man at the end of Harry sword stated more than asked.

"Right, fresh out of Surrey," Harry said the tone of his voice emotionless, giving way nothing he was feeling or thinking. "Nice explosion by the way."

"Oh that was nothing you should have seen-" the younger American was cut off by one of the others placing a hand over his mouth.

Harry's lips twitched as a smile threatened to form.

"What are you doing here?" The leader demanded.

Harry frowned, the first expression to cross his face. "I don't know about you but I like to know the names of the people I'm talking to."

Harry lowered the sword and stepped back, but kept it at his side, he wasn't stupid no matter how many time Severus may have said so. "I'm Harry Potter and you are?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Hogan," The leader said lowering the gun but like Harry didn't put it away. He pointed to the man to his right. "Newkirk," the man nodded.

Harry remembered he was the English one.

"Carter," Hogan pointed to the next one, the younger American, whom waved and mumbled something along the line of 'nice to meet you, boy.' "LeBeau." The smallest to the group nodded. "And Kinchloe," Hogan pointed out the last man that stood at Hogan back with a frown on his dark skinned face.

"Nice to meet you," Harry slid the sword back into the sheath at his hip. "And I bet you're itching to interrogate me but if you remember you just blew up a bridge, I don't know about where you come from, but from where I do people usually don't like that." Harry said looking around.

Hogan smiled, and motioned for the others to move out. Harry walked in front of Hogan and behind the one named Kinchloe. Harry was willing to bet all his money that Kinchloe was Hogan's second in command.

The others spread out around them. Harry kept quietly wondering where he was being taken. The group stopped again. Hogan turned to Harry with what looked like a bandana in his hands.

"You must be blind folded to enter the base," Hogan ordered.

Harry looked him and his team over he had a feeling he could trust Hogan so he nodded slowly. Slipping the bandana over his eyes he tied it at the back of his head. A little voice, which suspiciously sounded like Snape, was yelling at him calling him a hundred kinds of a fool.

Harry could feel the air move in front of his face as Hogan checked the bandana. He felt the others move around, but couldn't see a thing.

"Um isn't anyone going to lead me, I can't kind of see," Harry said, he heard a snicker next to him and turned. "Good to know someone's getting a kick out of this."

The snickering became chuckles as a hand grabbed his arm, leading him through the forest. Harry kept tripping over logs and just knew the other man was leading him into them.

"I feel like an idiot like this," Harry whispered to the man next to him, who snickered again.

After a while and what felt like walking around in circles for a good part of it, the man next to him stopped.

"There's a tunnel entrance in front of you," the man next to him said. Harry recognized the voice as the Englishman, Newkirk. The man grabbed his hand and placing it on the entrance, which felt rough under his hand. "Make your way down the ladder and step back."

"You expect me to go down a ladder blind folded," Harry hissed in disbelief.

The man snickered again. "Glad to know you find this funny," Harry hissed again and made his way slowly down, as the Englishman chuckled after him.

When he reached the bottom another hand grabbed him and led him further down the tunnel. The hand released him and Harry waited.

"You can take the blind fold off," Hogan told him.

Harry untied the cloth and pulled it down, letting light flood his eyes, making him blink a few times before everything came into focus. He found himself on hard packed dirt of a large tunnel. The only thing in this part of the underground room was a table in front of him holding what Harry believed was a very old radio.

"When I thought of the underground I didn't think it was literally underground," Harry commented dryly.

Hogan grinned as the rest of his team gathered around. Harry could now make out details of the men. They wore dark clothing and their faces where blacken by grease or shoe polish. The younger American boyish face looked back at him with curious blue eyes, his dark clothing showing off his lanky body and making his blonde hair stand out against the darkness of the grease on his face.

Hogan stood in the middle of the group. He looked to be in his late thirty early forties with an air of command around him. His raven black hair and brown eyes made him look vary handsome for an underground commander.

The Englishman, Newkirk, looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties and by the haunted look in his eyes Harry guessed the man had had a hard life. The man's dark brown hair and blue eyes made him like Hogan, a handsome looking man.

The African American, Kinchloe, held suspicion. The man was tall with a boxer's build and Harry made a note not to get into a fight with him, but his eyes held warmth deep down as he looked Harry over.

The last man of the group, LeBeau, stood at what Harry believed just over five foot. The man still managed to look down his nose at Harry, 'must be French,' Harry thought with a silent laugh.

"You're younger than I thought," Hogan commented looking over Harry his eyes darting from the sword at Harry's hip to the dagger on the other side and the graceful stance the young man of twenty took.

"Everyone says something along those lines," Harry said running a hand though his hair intentionally lifting the hair covering his scar. He saw Hogan's eyes catch the scar but he said nothing and there were no widening of eyes in recognition, Harry's stomach felt like the Titanic after hitting the iceberg, sinking fast.

"How old are you?" Carter piped up from next to Newkirk, who hit him over the back of his head, while the others rolled their eyes.

"Twenty," Harry answered. "Where am I?"

"A half way stop. Where are you heading?" Hogan asked seating himself at the table and waved Harry to another chair. Harry took the chair gratefully.

"I'm looking for Sammy, code name Snake," Harry said, Hogan looked back at him blankly. 'Oh yeah the Titanic's sinking all right.'

"Kinch grab the code book," Hogan said over his shoulder.

"Yes, sir," Kinch replied.

"You write down code names?" Harry asked. "I thought that was against Order rules?"

"Order?" Hogan questioned, looking puzzled. Harry looked him over then his team, the flopping sensation in his stomach kicking into double time as it finally clicked.

"You're muggles," Harry whispered, starring and kicking himself mentally, he should have known that!

There was no wand in sight and the men had blown the bridge up with muggle explosives. How could he not have noticed all the non-wizardness about the other men? He had just assumed that since the men had been acting like they were at war that they were wizards. He then took a closer look around the tunnel he was in. Everything looked to have been trapped in time, all the way from the old radio to the wiring of the lights. Where the hell was he?

"Muggles?" Hogan looked even more puzzled. Harry buried his head in his hands.

"How about I spend the night, give you some money to cover the cost and be on my way tomorrow," Harry said his voice muffled by his hands. When no one spoke Harry raised his head, the others were looking at him strangely. "What?"

"We can't just let you go, you just saw us blow up a bridge," Hogan said slowly as if Harry intelligence level was that of a five year old. "You also know what we look like and our base."

"What bridge? I saw no bridge," Harry said looking around in bewilderment, while the Englishman chuckled. "Nope no bridge."

Hogan smiled looking at him long and hard. "How about we let you stay a few days, while we look around for this guy you're after?" Hogan suggested, with a raised eyebrow.

Harry thought hard, he didn't know where he was or where he could look to find Sammy and he had to keep hidden from his past self. It wouldn't be good for the death eaters to find out there were two Harry Potters walking around. 'Damn Dumbledore I swear when I get back he's going to have pink hair and have to wear a chicken suit for two weeks, then again knowing Albus, he'll probably enjoy every minute of it.' Harry thought dryly

"Okay, where will I stay?" Harry agreed.

Hogan showed him down one tunnel passage to a small room with a bed. Harry thanked the man who nodded before leaving him alone. Harry sighed and swung his bag onto the bed then sprawled out on the thin mattress.

'Harry, Harry. You always find a way to get into trouble.' Harry thought to himself as he changed and slipped a dagger under his pillow. Sprawling out on the bed once more he was soon fast asleep despite the lumpy mattress. He would take tomorrow as it came.