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 five: Making plans.

The cold air didn't even register to the figure running through the woods, as branches tried to pull him back into their waiting arms. Loud shouts and gunshots spilt the air and the man was glad they hadn't thought to bring any dogs on the hunt. Ducking and weaving he headed further and further away from the one place he would be safe.

Hogan glanced back at the lights behind him and pushed himself harder, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as his lungs tried to get more air. The colonel suddenly veered to the right heading up a small hill before just as suddenly turning left.

A zinging of a bullet passing his right ear reminded him that his pursuers were getting closer instead of his wish for them to fall behind. Glancing over his shoulder once again he missed the log on the ground. Hogan landed hard on his side with a painful gasp, but as Robert Hogan's luck would have it he landed in a heavy bush just as the patrol came into sight.

Hogan held still, he wasn't going to temp the fates, even if his side was killing him. Hogan could feel his heart in his throat as the patrol paused for a few long seconds before heading off to the right and away from him.

The officer held still, taking in small breaths as he counted up to twenty before slowly sitting up. Wincing at the pain in his ribs and leg he slowly stood. Standing still for a few short minutes he let his mind adjust to the pain as he reset himself in the direction of Stalag 13. Painfully he headed out keeping an eye and ear out for a patrol. Hoping the Hogan family luck was on his side tonight.

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"He's late Kinch," LeBeau muttered for the fifteenth time and for the fifteenth time he was ignored. "It's almost roll call, Kinch."

Kinch looked up from his radio briefly before frowning as he wrote down something on a blue piece of paper in front of him.

"Don't worry he'd be back, LeBeau." Carter said softly, "He'll be back, he always is."

"This has something to do with that magician, Harry Potter." LeBeau said loudly, "He sold us out!"

"He did not sell us out," Hogan said from his place on one of the chairs, an ice pack held against his aching ribs. "He's just late."

LeBeau muttered something in French, which didn't sound good for the English wizard.

"Papa bear out," Kinch said softly, shutting down the radio.

Hogan carefully took the note from Kinch, his sharp brown eyes picking apart the message.

"They still want us to take the airfield out," Hogan announced to the others.

"Why's this so important, le colonel?" LeBeau asked.

"The airfield is about to have a very important guest tomorrow night," Hogan explained.

"Guest?" Carter piped up.

"Yes, a General Michael Kestermen."

"Who?"

"General Kestermen is the mind behind the Russian front. He is on his way to a special meeting on the outskirts of Hamelburg to discuss the latest movements," Hogan pause to look down at the note in his hand. "London wants us to stop General Kestermen from reaching that meeting. Now up the stairs we'll have to wait for Newkirk to come or the Germans will start to wonder why the lights are on."

The others grumbled, but agreed, they could do nothing for Newkirk at this stage. They quietly headed up to the barracks, whispering good night they crawled into their own beds to wait out the rest of the night.

"Roll Call! Raus! Raus!"

Schultz the alarm clock didn't need to wake the three men and one tired colonel a few hours later, their own worry for their lost member was enough.

Colonel Hogan was loathed to admit that he missed the banter of the English corporal to the over weight sergeant in the mornings.

He tried to rake his mind for an excuse for why they were one man short, but kept on coming up short. He wished now that he could use the so-called magic he had inside him, he imaged with one quick wave of a wand he could instantly have a Newkirk double standing in front of him. Instead he would have to rely on his big mouth to aid him and hope it didn't get him into more trouble.

A clatter to his right caught his attention making him turn swiftly to see a very dishevelled man standing at the tunnel entrance.

"Newkirk!" Hogan hissed and quickly crossed the room to the messy man, looking him over for injury. "Quickly get into my quarters and change."

"What! No hello?" Newkirk quipped, with a crooked grin.

"Reeeepporrt!"

Hogan grinned as he pushed Newkirk across the room snagging a set of the man's uniform as he went. Once he had the Englishman tucked away in his quarters, with only a few complaints, he dashed out the door and into line. Schultz looked relieved before looking behind the colonel.

"Colonel Hogan, where is Newkirk?" Schultz staged whispered to the younger man.

"Don't worry Schultz," Hogan said patting the large man on the arm. "He'd be here."

"Report!"

All turned to see Klink impatiently standing with his riding crop tapping against his leg, looking the least bit intimidating. Newkirk suddenly appeared, like magic, in his place in line making Schultz sigh and smile as he turned to Klink.

"I beg to report all present and accounted for, her Kom-man-dant!" Schultz reported cheerfully.

"Dissssmissssed," Klink shouted, retreating back to his office to drink and maybe do some paperwork.

"What did I tell you Schultz," Hogan said fondly to the other man. "You're got to learn to trust me."

Schultz frowned. "Jolly jokers!"

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Hogan and the gang piled back into the barracks and before a word could be uttered Hogan had them buddled up in his office.

"Okay Newkirk, what happened?" Hogan demanded.

"Well, the Germans checked out they spilt up and headed towards their homes, I followed Harold, he has a nice little house in town and his wife-" Newkirk began.

"Newkirk," Hogan warned.

Newkirk looked sheepish before beginning again. "Anyway, he checked out. So I was heading back and you wouldn't believe the amount of Germans crawling over the place!"

"I think I can guess," Hogan said rubbing his still sore ribs.

"They were bleedin' everywhere," Newkirk announced dramatically. "I had to hide out in a hollow tree for four hours! Bleedin' kauts!"

"Okay settle down," Hogan said, cooling the Englishman's temper. "We still need to take out the airfield, now this is what we'll have to do."

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Harry was starting to believe that the fates were out to get him and god was he getting sick and tried of finding himself in these kinds of situations. He wouldn't have minded going two years back in time or three but back to the forties! And when there was a bleeding war on! It was bad enough to be fighting one war but to be stuck in another that he knew they had already won! That's crazy! Nuts! Insane! One fry short of a happy meal! And so much like Albus Dumbledore that it made him suspicious to the point of taking the cocky wizard down a peg or two when he managed to get back home. Harry thought as he walked along the roadside trying to come up with a plan.

Maybe staying with Hogan and his gang would have been better than aimlessly walking around in a war torn country, where even his English made boots could give him away. Harry stopped walking as his mind tried to process all the information he had on time travel and how he could get Albus back for this mistake.

He pulled out the small pendant hung around his neck and looked down at the simple design. He wasn't so insane to try the returner, it had been programmed to work with a year time leap not sixty. He could end up anywhere in time and he wasn't in the mood to face a dinosaur or Shakespeare right about now. He would have to find a different way of getting home but first he had to find a magical community that could point him or kick him in the right direction.

Harry sighed looking along the long deserted road in front of him and took a step forward, god damn it, he had a long walk ahead of him.