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.
Author's note: Thanks for the reviews!!!
Author's note 2: Hope you like this chapter, it took me a long time to fine tune it even if I had most of it finished last week! And yes it is longer than the last chapter, which you'll all be happy about.
Chapter Six: Colonel Harry Potter
He'd been following an invisible magical signal for the last two days and still hadn't come across anyone magical. He'd been lucky so far for the underground seemed to find him more times then the German military even if he had a good story and ID for why he was wandering the German country side.
At the moment he was passing through a small town, praising his magic. He hadn't been expecting ID checks at every roadside, his magic had come in handy in making such identification papers. According to his ID he was an officer in the Gestapo and a colonel to boot.
He'd dressed in brown pants, black shirt with a long leather coat and a wash of grey through his hair to make him look older and dignified. Most of the time, however all he'd have to say was that he was Gestapo, flash his ID and he was waved passed with thinly veiled fear. He'd found it funny that the German army didn't find it suspicious to see an office walking along the roads and not in a car, but he supposed these were hard times.
Spying a brightly lit inn he slipped inside with a grateful sigh, he'll be glad to get off his feed and have a hot meal. When his eyes adjusted to the light and smoke in the room he headed to a table in the back, ignoring the suspicious looks he received. He collapsed in a seat at one of the few empty tables as he came to the concussion that he'd been walking for far too damn long.
"Can I help you, sir?" Said some one in German.
Harry looked up at the beautiful waitress standing by his table, and took an extra long look before focusing on what the woman had said.
"Orange juice and soup of the day, danke." Harry said in German, thankful again for magic.
"Right away sir," She said with a coy smile and a wink.
Harry nodded, watched her walk away before pulling out a map of the area. He laid the detailed map out placing his finger on where he knew Stalag 13 lay and draw a line to where he was sitting now. He marked the spot on the map and draw a small arrow to the direction he could feel his magic pulling him towards. As far as he could see there was nothing but a few farmhouses and more empty land.
"Excuse me, sir? May I sit here?" A male voice said in German.
Harry looked up at a man in a Gestapo uniform, a sergeant if he wasn't mistaken. The man stood at a respectable height with light brown hair and bright blue eyes, with small lines marring his otherwise smooth face.
"Of course," Harry replied in German before turning back to the map.
"Where are you heading maybe I could help you?" the man asked.
Harry looked up, "Maybe you can, do you know what is in this area?"
The man looked to the map, "Nothing but bush land and a few farm houses. What would you be looking for out there?"
"Secret business if you get my meaning," Harry replied with a wink. "Colonel Harry Potter."
Harry held out a hand to the other man, which in turn was taken.
"Sergeant Amos Miller, Gestapo. You have a very English name for a German," The man said, Harry could easily see the suspicion. "Young too."
"You can blame my parents for that, they liked English names for some reason that is beyond me. As for the age my father is very high in the ranks, which helped."
They were interrupted when the waitress from before returned with Harry's meal. Harry quickly folded up his map as she set down the plates on the table. Harry smiled at her in thanks as she slipped a piece of paper under his bowl with a wink before turning to the sergeant.
"Would the Sergeant like anything?" She asked the other man.
"Ah yes, love. A beer will go down well, danke." Miller ordered, eyeing the small bit of paper under the younger man's bowl.
Harry replaced the map in his bag by his side before turning back to his meal he carefully pulled the paper out from under the bowl until he could see the name and number written in curling German. Harry snorted slid the paper over to his table mate before digging in on the soup in front of him.
"Do you want this?" The man asked eyeing the waitress under his fringe, as the girl served another table.
Harry waved his hand. "I wont be here long enough to enjoy such an offer."
"If you are sure." Miller said as he quickly slipped the paper into his pocket and looked like he wouldn't give it up for his life.
"Oh you should have some of this soup, it's the best I've tasted in a while," Harry commented. "If I didn't have to keep moving maybe I would stay here for a time." Harry smirked.
"What part of the army are you in, sir?" Miller asked as he took his beer from the returning waitress making sure his fingers brushed hers.
"Gestapo," Harry muttered.
He fumbled in his coat for his fake identification papers as he sipped on his soup with the other. Harry managed to get the ID out and flipped it at the other man.
Miller opened the papers looking them over carefully, "What division are you in?"
"None, independent division. Secret business," Harry said with a smile.
Miller placed the ID on the table, the suspicious light dimmed a bit but still hiding in his blue eyes. Harry finished his meal in silence after that with a sigh he sat back in his chair and pushed the dish away from him before rummaging through his bag.
"Have you any news?" Harry asked coming out with the map again.
"News?" Miller questioned in confusion.
"You know gossip and things like that," Harry cleared up. He laid his map on the table, using his empty glass and bowl to keep it flat.
"Oh there was a stir at Stalag 13 last night." Miller said after a moment of thought.
Harry's heart froze at that, "What happened?"
"A few men from the camp were taken into Gestapo headquarters. It's said that they are under suspicion of espionage," Miller told him.
"Really? How interesting, maybe I should go and check it out. What do you think?" Harry asked.
"I believe that the officers there have it all under control, Colonel."
Harry chuckled. "I'll still have a look, I may have some information that could help them out. Where are they being held?"
"Headquarters in Hammelburg," Miller said.
Harry stood with his map, "Nice meeting you Amos, but I must be off, guten Tag."
" GutenTag, Sir," Miller cried jumping to his feet with a salute.
"Hey, at ease," Harry waved the other man back in his seat. "Have another drink on me."
Harry caught the waitress attention pointing to the table. The woman gave him a wink and hurried over her hips swinging a lovely beat.
"Very generous of you, sir." Miller thanked, watching the waitress approach.
"Please, call me Harry," Harry said with a smile as he laid the money on the table.
He shook Miller's hand before leaving with his bags and map in hand. He ignored the sound of a hand hitting the sergeant's face as he said the wrong words to the waitress as he walked out the door.
Once Harry was away from the inn and down a side alley he disappeared with a whispered word to reappear in an allay behind Gestapo headquarters miles away in Hammelburg.
He walked up to the guard at the door, showed his ID and was quickly let into the building with many salutes.
He came up to the first man he saw. "Who is the officer in control of the Stalag 13 prisoner case?" Harry questioned curtly in German.
"Major Hochsetter…sir," The man replied, unsure of Harry's rank.
"And where can I find this Major Hochsetter?" Harry asked briskly.
"I believe he's down in the holding cells, which are that way down the hall the third door on the right, just head down the steps," The man answered quickly
"Thank you Corporal," Harry said with a smile.
He turned and walked in the direction the Corporal indicated. As he reached the cells he could hear someone gloating and guessed it was major Hochsetter.
"…It is just a mater of time until your underground contacts give you up! And then we will know the truth!" Some one was saying in English.
"And what will that truth be?" Harry asked in German as he came around the last corner to find Major Hochsetter talking to someone behind the bars that Harry couldn't see.
Hochsetter spun around at Harry's words surprise etched on his face.
"Who are you?" Hochsetter demanded stiffly.
"Colonel Harry Potter, Gestapo," Harry replied. He heard a gasp from the cell Hochsetter stood outside of and knew he was in the right place.
Harry marched up to Hochsetter to see Hogan, Carter, Newkirk and LeBeau inside the tiny cell. Newkirk and Lebeau were openly glaring at him while Hogan's face was blank of expression. Carter on the other hand just looked confused.
Major Hochsetter straightened up which Harry ignored as he looked over the four men, with well-hidden concern. Hogan sported a bruise on his jaw and a small trail of dried blood ran from his temple. Newkirk looked the worst for wear, with his arm held close to his chest, a black eye and cut lip. The other two just looked a little roughed up.
"Oberst how can I help you?" Hochsetter stuttered.
"Are these the men I hear you picked up from Stalag 13?" Harry asked in disinterest.
"Yes, sir."
"And I'm guessing you have proof of their activities?" Harry questioned
"Well…I have a contact in the underground that believes that they are, sir," Hochsetter said uncomfortably.
"What!" Harry turned to Hochsetter in fury. "You don't have proof!"
"Well sir, we will soon enough," Hochsetter said proudly, puffing himself up like an overcooked turkey.
"Not good enough, Major!" Harry yelled in Hochsetter's face. "I've read your file, Hochsetter, you have claimed that these men have been involved in many sabotage activity! Did it escape your mind that these men are prisoners of war! Unless you have concrete proof your ass will be in a sling and I will see you off on your train to the Russian Front! Get out of my sight and take your two goons with you!"
The major and the two others couldn't have run faster even if they were being chased by a crazed bear.
"Close the door after you!" Harry yelled out after them.
He heard the door bang shut before turning to the four men in the cell, he pulled a chair from another cell over to sit in front of the heroes cell.
"What have you gotten yourself into now?" Harry asked in English.
"We're not going to tell you anything!" Newkirk yelled.
"Very well, you will tell me nothing. So how are we going to get you out of here? What happened?" Harry asked the others in concern.
He took a water bottle out of his bag and passed it through the bars. When no one moved to take it, he sighed and placed it down on the ground of the cell.
"Look I know you don't trust me," Harry said as Newkirk snorted. "Listen I want to help you and then get home. Something I can't do if you don't tell me how to get you out and how you came to be here."
"Don't you know, kraut?" Newkirk sneered.
"No I don't know, Newkirk," Harry answered in frustration. "I just found out that someone had been arrested from Stalag 13."
Hogan stood from his place and came over to the bars and rested his arms on the cold metal. He looked down at Harry's form in the chair.
"Are you part of the Gestapo?" Hogan questioned looking at Harry intensely
"No I am not, it's a cover so I can find a way home. Tell me how else could I get through all the check points without questions?" Harry asked tiredly. He hadn't slept much since he left Stalag 13 and he was starting to feel the effects. "Look here, if I'd been working for the Gestapo do you really think for a second you would be sitting here? If I were Gestapo you would have been arrested as soon as I left camp! Not two days later by Hochsetter of all people!"
Harry ran a tried hand through his hair he was too damn tried for this shit.
Unnoticed by Harry the four in the cell shared a look between them. Harry only looked up when he heard the bottle of water being picked up. Hogan had it in hand.
"I have a feeling that you are telling the truth, Potter," Hogan commented. "But that doesn't mean I trust you," Hogan added as he took a sip of water. Weighing the bottle in his hand, like he did to the man in front of him with his eyes, before passing it to his men.
"I guess that is the best I can get at the moment," Harry consented. "How about I over take this case and set you up in a hotel room. I'll say that I'm taking you to a secret headquarters for questioning. Do you think that will work?"
Hogan thought it over for a few minutes before nodding, "Yes, that could work. If you sell it the right way."
"That can be done, I'll be back soon." Harry said then stood, "I need that water bottle back though. Don't want them knowing I was helping you, you know."
Hogan handed it back without a word. Harry nodded his thanks before exiting the cells.
Once he was in the main office he asked after Hochsetter, the man pointed out his office. Harry banged into Hochsetter's office without knocking. Harry ignored the fact that the older man had been picking at his nose, as the man jumped to his feet, once he recognized whom it was a blush spread across his cheeks.
"Colonel, how can I help you?" Hochsetter groveled.
"Those men are now under my jurisdiction, Major I want a truck set up and the prisoners in the back in ten minutes. I will be taking them to a secret base for interrogation, understand Major," Harry sneered.
"But sir they-"
"Do you dare talk back to me, Major!" Harry snapped.
"No, sir. I-"
"I want those prisoners in that truck in five minutes or you, dear major. Will be spending your time at the Eastern Front! What kind of condition are your winter clothes in, Major?"
"Th-the prisoners will be in the truck in five minutes, sir," Hochsetter stuttered.
"They better be, Hochsetter or you will pay the price!"
Harry stormed out of the office, leaving a flushed and shivering major in his wake. He walked up to an empty desk and sat down in the chair feet up on the desk as he waited. Everyone around who heard his 'discussion' with Hochsetter stayed out of his way and the one's who didn't, were soon told to.
Two minutes later he watched as Hogan and his men were lead from the cells and across the room. Hogan and the others glazed back at him before they were pushed from sight.
Five minutes exactly, Hochsetter hesitatingly approached him.
"Sir, the men are in the truck, here is the key," Hochsetter said with much hesitation.
"Danke, Major," Harry said with a smirk. "Hail Hitler!"
"Hail Hitler," the Major echoed.
Harry swung his feet off the table, picked up his bags and sailed from the room. Outside he found the truck, quickly glanced in the back to make sure they were all accounted for before smiling at the glaring Englishman.
He jumped into the front of the truck and started the engine, soon they were driving down the road and far away from Gestapo headquarters.
"How're you doing back there, mates?" Harry called as they came closer to a hotel.
"Oh, Shut up!" Newkirk yelled back, to which Harry laughed.
"What star rating do you want the hotel to have?" Harry called.
"Oh shut up," A chorus of voices yelled.
Harry just laughed harder.