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 four: Splitting ways.

Harry looked over the barracks with a bored expression, he hadn't been this idle since he had Umbridge as a teacher. Whatever happened to her? Harry shrugged he hadn't cared for the woman in the least when he had her as a teacher and still didn't care much about her now.

"Rummy!"

Harry rolled his eyes as Carter laid his cards down on the table for all to see his winning hand. Did these guys know any other games?

Harry sighed and strolled over to Hogan's door and knocked on the rough wooden door.

"Come in."

Harry opened it quietly and poked his head around the door. The colonel was seated at his desk glazing out the window, a map laid out before him on the desk.

"The sun's sparkling beautifully off the barbed wire today, don't you think?" Harry asked as he stepped into the room.

Hogan smiled over at him. "You should see it when the sun sets over the guard towers. What can I help you with?"

Harry glanced around the room quickly before turning back to the man.

"Nice little room you have here," Harry commented.

"It's a nice place to visit and has a full star to its name," Hogan shot back, looking the man over. "I was meaning to ask you about the sword. Isn't that a little outdated?"

"This?" Harry questioned pointing to the Gryffindor sword at his waist. "It was a gift from a very unusual friend, I only thought it right to learn how to use it. It also puts a surprising edge on a fight."

Hogan grinned. "And the wand?"

It had slipped Harry's mind that Hogan would be curious about his magical abilities

"Can I ask you a question?" Harry asked looking serious.

Hogan nodded, "Shoot."

"Do you know if your parents have any magic?"

Hogan frowned. "I can't say I remember them running around the house with sticks in their hands. But with the Hogan family anything is possible. I do know that we've been a lucky family, dad used to call it the Hogan family luck." Hogan smiled. Remembering all the times he or his brothers had come back from some daring or dangerous adventure for their father to say it was the Hogan family luck that saved them, while their mother had glared down at them all.

Harry thought that over for a few long seconds. "Maybe it's a magical trait that's followed your family, maybe over the years you developed a way to use your magic on a subconscious level."

Hogan looked puzzled.

"It means-"

Hogan held up a hand. "It's just family luck, like mum's family having their second toe longer than their big one. If it helps us in the long run, then so much the better."

Harry nodded believing that Hogan could have been a great wizard if he'd been trained and if they weren't in the middle of a war. However his magic still helped him, even if the man didn't wave a wand and make it all better. No matter what way Harry looked at it, he probably wouldn't be able to teach the man his brand of magic after so many years and generations of Hogans using it like Robert did now. It was just family luck with a kick of magic.

"I think you may be right," Harry said a little sadly, thinking of all the lost talent and yet.

"I see you have a chess set," Harry said changing the conversation as he pointed out the set.

Hogan grinned. "Came through with the last batch of red cross packages, do you play?"

"Not well," Harry remarked, as Hogan set up the board. Three moves later, Harry knew he was going down.

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Harry lazed around on what he believed was Newkirk's or was it Carter's bunk? Didn't really matter to Harry or the rest of the men.

The four Heroes and Hogan stood around the main table in the barracks discussing some plan or other. Harry hadn't been paying attention for the last week he'd been trying to find a way home so far nothing had come up. Hogan and the others had gotten used to him lying around, even if LeBeau kept on glaring at him. The little Frenchman didn't trust Harry as far as he could throw him and Harry wasn't too sure what he could do to make the man do so. Not that he minded once he found out what happened to Dumbledore's spell he could head home and this whole fun adventure would be over.

He needed to get away from the camp to find a magical settlement, he was just lucky that Dumbledore would still be around, well he should be seeing as the old man was over a hundred and something years old.

"Hey Hogan," Harry called rolling onto his side to look at the man better.

Hogan looked up. "Yes?"

"I want to head out tonight, I should be back in a few days, okay?" Harry said.

The heroes glanced at each other behind Hogan's back. It was true that Hogan had allowed Harry more freedom then most of the people they picked up, but this request?

"You won't be telling anyone of our operation?" Hogan asked a calculating glint in his eyes.

Harry jumped down from the bunk, he held out a hand to the officer.

"I promise on my honour that I will not speak a word of what I've seen here," Harry said sincerely.

Hogan looked him in the eyes looking for a lie before smiling, "Good luck, Harry."

They shook hands, with a smile. While the others in the barracks looked on with frowns and suspicion, the only thing holding them back was their trust in Hogan's judgment.

"Good luck with your plan, see you in a few days. Do you mind if I take a few supplies?" Harry asked uncertainly.

Hogan laughed, "We wouldn't let you out of here without any, LeBeau can take you down to the kitchen."

"Follow me," LeBeau said warily.

Harry could tell that the other men had been suspicious of him since his magic trick on Klink. Harry believed that they thought that he had Hogan under a magic trick like he'd done to Klink.

When LeBeau and Harry arrived at the kitchen in the tunnel, Harry had a good look around the large food storage room.

"You're set yourselves up well here," Harry commented as LeBeau pulled out a bag to fill with food.

"Oui," LeBeau agreed shortly.

"Don't put in too much, I'll find something along the way," Harry muttered as he picked up an apple.

"How many days food?" LeBeau asked.

"Just a day and a half, I'll be able to find something after that."

LeBeau looked unsure but did as Harry requested.

"Have you planed where you'll be headed?"

"I need to find a way home, I'll search around for someone that can help me out," Harry told the other man as he was handed the bag. "Thanks, tell Your Colonel, thanks as well. I'll skip out now."

"What! But it's the middle of the day!" LeBeau looked shocked.

Harry chuckled, "Don't worry, mate. They won't even know I was there."

Harry waved over his shoulder as he walked out, only stopping to pick up his own bag and weapons. A few minutes later he was out of the camp and away.

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"He left through the emergency tunnel, sir." LeBeau announced as he reappeared back into the barracks.

"What! In the middle of the day?" Carter cried.

"I don't hear any shots so he must have made it out," Hogan muttered still looking at the map on the table. "I was thinking if we come in from this direction they shouldn't be able to see us."

The issue of Harry Potter seemed to go out the window as the Heroes bunkered down to plan out their latest act of sabotage.

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The heroes headed out late the next night with everything in hand. The clear night led the group deeper into the woods surrounding Stalag 13. Colonel Hogan took the lead, his bright brown eyes shining in the darkness as his ears stained for any foreign sounds. The small crescent moon hung low in the sky giving just enough light for the heroes to work with as they came closer to the road.

"Get the torch out," Hogan hissed behind him as they hid themselves behind a few bushes and trees at the edge of the road.

LeBeau pulled out the torch and quickly shone a code into the darkness. The others tensed as they waited anxiously. They didn't have to wait long until the signal was returned from the other side of the road. Hogan nodded for Newkirk to go first. The burly Sergeant crept closer to the road before breaking cover for the other side. A few minutes passed until Newkirk and four other men dashed across the road.

"Henry Menser, Kellen Strauss, Neil Ginburg and Gilbert Neumann." The first man introduced to the others in heavily accented English. "Nice to meet you, Papa bear."

"You too, Henry." Hogan replied looking around. "Do you have everything ready for tomorrow?"

"Ja, everything is all ready to go."

"Good." Hogan gestured to Newkirk beside him, "Newkirk has the explosives and other supplies."

"Thank you," Henry said taking the bags in hand and passing them carefully to the other men in his group. "We will be ready."

"Excellent, until tomorrow."

The others nodded and went their separate ways. Everything was falling into place. Hogan waited a few minutes before turning to the Englishman of the group.

"Newkirk, you know what to do?" Hogan asked.

"Yes, sir. Right on it, sir." The Englishman said quickly before silently following the unsuspecting Germans.

Hogan lead the other men towards the small airfield on the outskirts of town, the four men crouched down and took in the sight.

"LeBeau and Carter I want you to go to the left and scope out the area, we'll meet back here in an hour." Hogan ordered, "Take notice of all patrols and guard towers."

The American and Frenchmen moved out as Hogan and Kinch moved in the opposite direction. Even though the airfield was small the security was not, there was a patrol every fifteen minutes and the guard towers lights shone into every corner. The target would be a hard one to knock out but Hogan had his orders.

"Okay, lets head back." Hogan whispered as the two hid from another patrol.

Kinch nodded in the darkness and followed the officer back to the meeting place. Carter and LeBeau were already waiting for them when they made it back and the four headed back to camp.

"Did you see that place!" Carter said excitedly, "Amazing! Did you see the way the towers were placed and the patrols!"

"There are a few blind spots," Kinch added quietly.

Hogan walked along quietly, thinking on the small blind spots he had also noticed along the fence.

"Oui, there's an old guard tower on the west side." Lebeau added. "It looks like it hasn't been used in a while."

"How close did you get to it?" Hogan asked, glancing around. He felt a little on edge, as if he they were being watched.

"Not close, Carter tripped." LeBeau explained. "We turned around and met up with you after our little deer found his feet."

"Okay, you guys go back to camp I want to check out something." Hogan said, as he waved the others on.

Hogan leaned against the nearby tree as he waited for his crew to move off before heading back to the airfield. He crept around the fence keeping as far from it as he could before slipping closer to the old guard tower. He found the old west tower and stopped. He crouched down keeping an eye on the wooden structure. It was out of place on such a well-used field. There shouldn't have been a tower here to begin with. Everything about it stunk to high heaven of a trap.

Hogan was just starting to think that the tower was just that when he saw movement in the shadows at the base of the tower. A soft glow lit the air before leaving behind a small speck of light of a cigarette.

Hogan sighed, he knew it was too good to be true. He stood up and moved out, when suddenly he heard a loud crack to his left and a shout.