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 three: A Major development.

Hogan woke with a start as Sergeant Hans Shultz's voice rang out through barracks two at Stalag thirteen. He could hear his men groan outside the door and Newkirk's voice telling the over weight sergeant to leave them be.

Colonel Robert E. Hogan rolled out of bed and pulled on his uniform, and opened the door in time to stop Newkirk's argument with Shultz. Same old, same old. Prison life is one big circle, thank god for the underground unit Hogan ran under the camp or he would have gone crazy a long time ago.

The Barracks filed out as Hogan took his place in front of his barrack. He watched with disinterest as the Kommandant, Colonel Wilhelm Klink, strutted towards the prisoners the tails of his coat swaying in the wind with his ridding crop held under his arm. Hogan may have been watching Klink however his mind wasn't on the man but on the younger man under his feet, in the small room in the tunnels below.

As the Kommandant's voice rolled over the gathered men, without being heard. Hogan couldn't wrap his mind around the young man they'd brought in last night, he was an enigma to Hogan, a damn puzzle that was missing pieces. What were muggles? And why did he call them one? Who is he working for? He sounds English, but is he a German? Or a spy?

He shook his head and tuned in Klink's voice to hear the end of the Kommandant's speech. "…And I expect you to keep in line for Major Hochsetter's visit."

"Only if Hochsetter keeps himself in line, colonel!" Hogan called out, to the glee of his men.

"You will keep your men in line or it will be thirty days in the cooler! Dismissed!" Klink threatened with a raised ridding crop before swirling around and stomping off.

"What's up his ass?"

Hogan jumped and swirled around at the voice, Harry stood in the shadows leaning against the side of the barrack. Looking around the compound with interest.

"What are you doing up here!" Hogan hissed his eyes darting around the guards, whom seemed to be oblivious to the out of uniform, non-prisoner.

"Taking a breath of fresh air, what is this place some kind of prison camp?" Harry asked, then added. "Don't worry they can't see me." Harry said, talking about the guards.

Hogan stood starring at the younger man, knowing the language the man was speaking was English but not understanding a word he was saying.

Harry stared into Hogan's eyes as if reading his every thought, Hogan found it hard to pull his eyes away from the other man's. "The odd thing is neither should you," Harry said as if uncertain on what Hogan was.

Hogan sighed as the other man glanced away from him. He'd never seen such old eyes on one so young, even in this time of war.

"Come stand next to me," Harry requested. Hogan found himself standing next to the younger man without even realizing he'd moved.

"See the guy with the smoke?" Harry pointed out Major Williams from barracks three, standing across the yard.

"Yeah, what about him?" Hogan questioned, the other prisoner was oblivious to the attention he was receiving.

Williams suddenly looked over at Hogan as if sensing the attention. Harry waved his hand in greeting but the prisoner's eyes seemed to skip over Harry before smiling at Hogan.

"See he can't see me," Harry explained, the other man looked over at Hogan, "Yet you can."

"How did you do that?" Hogan demanded slightly on edge by the display.

Harry pulled out a stick of wood and with obvious hesitation handed it over to Hogan. Hogan frowned before reaching out and grasping the stick, warmth ran up his arm and he dropped the stick in surprise. He turned wide eyes to Harry, whom was laughing quietly next to him.

"Well that answers that question," Harry grinned. "You're a little less muggle than I first believed."

"Muggle? You called me that last night too, what does it mean?" Hogan said looking down at the dropped piece of wood in suspicion.

"Non-magical people," Harry supplied, Hogan head snapped up.

"I don't like being mocked," Hogan growled, the other gave him a look that clearly said he wasn't joking.

"I don't mock people when I tell them the truth," Harry said indifferently. "Pick up the wand." Harry ordered pointing to the stick.

"Is that what you call it?" Hogan asked picking up the wand carefully, the thing was warm in his hand but did nothing else.

"Yes, a wand is the focus point for a wizard to send their power through to cast spells," Harry explained.

Hogan again had the feeling the other man was speaking another language. He must have looked puzzled for Harry wrapped his hand around Hogan's. Hogan tensed at the touch, he didn't like to be touched by strangers.

"Relax your wrist," Harry said softly, Hogan complied slowly

"Wingardium Leviosa," Harry whispered.

With a swish and flick of the wand in his hand, Harry pointed the stick at a cigarette on the ground that slowly rose into the air in front of Hogan's astonished eyes. Hogan felt his eyes grow wide and he moved his other hand under the butt and over it to make sure there were no strings attached

"How?" Hogan stuttered in question at a loss, as Harry ended the spell and the butt dropped to the ground.

"Magic," Harry said as he slipped his wand out of Hogan's hand and placed it back in his pocket. "I'll teach you a little before I go home."

The two looked up as the gates of the compound squeaked open. They watched as the car drove in, a short balding man in a black uniform hurried into the building, before the driver could even stop the car.

"Who's the idiot?" Harry asked, "Reminds me of the minister of magic. Thinks he owns the world and has the intelligence of a coconut tree."

Hogan chuckled, "That's Major Hochsetter, follow me."

Hogan led him back into the barracks where Newkirk and Carter were playing Rummy at the only table in the room. Harry quickly looked at both hands then dropped the notice me not spell.

"My money's on Blondie," Harry said, smirking inside as the two men jumped at his voice.

"Bloody hell mate, you startled me!" Newkirk exclaimed.

"Yeah, boy!" Carter added.

"Don't worry about that fellas Hocksetter just pulled up." Hogan said quickly.

The five, plus Harry, piled into Hogan's office. Where a coffeepot was pulled from under the table.

Harry raised an eyebrow at the sight. He was sure it wasn't time to make coffee. Harry watched in interest as the coffeepot top came off before Hogan flicked a switch causing a red light to blink on.

"Major Hochsetter, how can I help you today?" Klink's voice came through the coffeepot loud and clear.

Harry started in surprise and looked closer at the device in interest.

"A bridge was blown up twenty miles from here, Klink!" Hochsetter said with restraint.

"Really! Well that's bad news Major," Klink said.

Harry snorted, "Is this man for real?"

"We do have good news Klink a man was arrested not two miles from the bridge," Hochsetter said smugly. "He said that he saw five men moving through the woods."

"Well that's good news indeed, Major!"

"Yes, Klink. He said that one man matched the description of one of your prisoners."

"One of my prisoners," Klink flustered. "None of my prisoners were outside the wire, Major. There has never been a successful escape from Stalag thirteen!"

"Bah, five of your men were out last night Klink and I have proof!" the major shouted.

"This man needs to learn anger management," Harry muttered, then added. "I hope this Klink of yours knows a bluff when he sees it, for this Major is full of bull! The only people out last night within a ten mile radius were us and the people on that train and I don't think they will be saying anything."

The others looked at him strangely, Harry was beginning to get used to that expression. Harry pulled out his wand and swished it.

"Unless you bring this witness here major to correctly identify my prisoners I can not give them to you," Klink said in uncharacteristic confidence.

The major seemed to be speechless for the line went silent.

"He has already identified two of your prisoners from file pictures, Klink!"

Harry flicked his wand again, eyes focused on something only he could see. "My order still stands Major I cannot give you my prisoners unless they are identified in front of me as the men responsible for blowing up that bridge. Good day Major."

"But you can't-"

"Good day Major Hochstter!" Klink command.

"Bah!" Hochstter yelled and stormed out of the office. The door banged as he slammed it shut.

The men in the office starred at Harry as he put his wand away.

"I'm guessing you have something to do with Klink's performance?" Hogan asked leaning his hip on the table.

Harry looked at him innocently, "Me? What makes you believe I had anything to do with it?"

Hogan snorted, "Because Klink couldn't stand up to Hochsetter if his life depended on it."

"Oh well I'll send over my old professor, Severus Snape, and old Klink will be snapping back at Hochsetter in no time," Harry said then shrugged. "Then again he would be snapping at everyone and Snape would be breathing down my neck and I believe I should just shut up."

The heroes were looking at him as if he had just become a dangerous animal. Then again if they knew about his Animagus form they would be looking at him in the same manner. 'Anyway,' Harry thought.

"Look, how about I head back into that lovely tunnel of yours?" Harry said before disappearing out the door leaving four gaping men and one very amused Colonel behind.