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Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived the once savior of the wizarding world sat back in his seat. He was coming back from another year of school at Hogwarts and thought over everything that had happened. His 2nd year had been no less terrifying then his first one had been. There had been teachers trying to wipe his mind, Voldemort's memory sending a thousand year old magical snake after the muggle born population, politicians taking away all of those he cared for, and mad house elves trying to save him. He was probably lucky to have lasted as long as he had he mused to himself. The dark haired emerald eyed boy looked around the train compartment at his friends. There was Hermione Granger a bushy haired girl who was his close muggleborn friend and who was an avid bookworm. Then there was Ron Weasley a red head who was his less serious friend. Together the three of them had figured out and beaten the odds more times than should be possible. Still he wasn't one to complain over the fact that they had managed to survive what should technically have been unsurvivable odds. He and Hermione had come off the worst of it this year. Hermione had been partially changed in a human/cat hybrid and petrified while he had all of the bones in his arm vanished and then regrown, had Baslisk venom shot throughout his whole body and then dosed with a heavy amount of Phoenix tears. All in all the two of them were probably lucky that they were still alive after everything that they had been to go through this year. The worst Ron had was a cave in and spitting up slugs thanks to his wand backfiring.

The trio of friends were merely relaxing now in the safety of the train. There were no more worries they could let themselves feel a different kind of safe. Ron stood up and stretched. "I'll be back, later I got to go to the loo." He told them waving them off as he headed off ignoring the disgusted look Hermione sent him over announcing the business that he was leaving them go do.
As soon as the boy disappeared a new boy appeared. "Malfoy," Harry greeted the platinum haired boy.
"Potter," the other boy returned, "I have something from my father for you and your mudblood." Harry glared and reached for his wand at the words that flew from the blondes mouth. Malfoy ignored the dark haired boy as he tossed something into the compartment and snapped the door shut and smirked as he saw a flash of light from the windows and heard two heavy thumps. He then drew his wand and cast several locking charms on the door just as his father had ordered him to before he disappeared down the hallway.
Inside the compartment a massive wave stunner erupted from the small orb that the young Malfoy boy had tossed into the room. Several of the low powered stunners blasted into the two surprised Gryffindors knocking them out. When the spells stopped the orb ejected a small coin which flashed a couple of times before there was another and three hooded figures appeared. "Quickly." One ordered as the three caught their balance. "We need to get out of here before anyone realizes something is going on. The wards won't notice us for three minutes." Two of them reached into their belts and uncorked one potion each and held them at the ready while their partner reached over to the two children and pulled some hairs out. The two waited a moment as the potions bubbled before settling in bright colors. The two swallowed the potions without hesitation and suddenly shrank down. The pair drew their wands and transfigured their clothes into replicas of what the originals were wearing.
The leader nodded. "Good, the potion is a success." He reached down and pulled several more hairs from each of the small children and handed them to the doubles. "In case the potion starts to wear off." He informed them. They nodded as they hid the hairs in their belts. The one still adult wizard then grabbed onto the Hogwarts students and disappeared with a loud crack.
The compartment was silent for a few minutes as the two situated themselves. They then canceled the weak locking and silencing charms on the door. A few moments later Ron Weasley came back into the compartment.
The redhead grinned at his friends as he came back in. "So, who's up for some exploding snap?" The wizard asked his friends as he reached into his trunk and drew out a deck of cards. His two friends gave weak smiles before nodding their heads in agreement. If Ron Weasley realized that his friends were being rather quiet he quickly dismissed his concerns as he focused on the game before him as the train took them closer to the platform.

Once they had all unloaded themselves the Weasley's saw to it that the two children were with their families before disappearing into the crowd. The twins were seen ruffling their younger brother's hair asking where the car was in amusement getting deadly glares aimed toward their father by their mother. The Dursley's forced the boy into their car while the Grangers loaded into their car as well. As the vehicles pulled out there were loud explosions that erupted from the cars. The explosions ripped the cars and the people inside to pieces. Emergency response came as quickly as they could and began to investigate. Later that night the news service put the final death tally had the estimated loss at 10. The two wizards that had posed as the young wizard and witch had easily disappeared with simple cracks taking all of the magical belongings away with them destroying all traces that anyone magical had been in the cars.
When the two returned to their rest of the world they touched a pair of coins that were hidden in the folds of their clothes and portkeyed to a new location. They reappeared in a darkened room and nodded toward a person that was waiting for them. "Mission accomplished." The faux Harry Potter said as he dropped the trunk he had brought with him to the ground.
"Good," the man said he then turned to look at another figure that was waiting in the shadows. "You can come out now Malfoy." There was a silence before Lucius Malfoy stepped into the dim light. "Your son did his job well your family shall be well compensated for their efforts for the Department of Mysteries."
"Always a pleasure Mr. Croaker." The blonde pureblood told the other man with an oily smile. "I don't suppose you can tell me what it is that you plan on doing to Potter and the mudblood?" He asked cautiously not wanting to overstep his welcome he also wanted to know just what would happen to the pair that had ruined his plans.
"By the law of the Ministry they are ours now." Croaker explained to the pureblood. "Those that are affected to change on the level that these two were by magic are supposed to come under our care. Potter should have been ours ever since that night. If it hadn't been for Dumbledore and his meddling we would have taken him then. I suppose we should be grateful seeing as we now have two special cases instead of just the one. There are tests that must be started now though so if you could leave now Mr. Malfoy."
"Of course." The blonde said as he made his way toward the exit.
"Oh, and Mr. Malfoy?" Director Croaker said freezing the man. "Remember if you tell anyone not in the know that those two are alive. If it were to slip from you I would be forced to look into your access and ensuring it is changed into the more restricted areas of the Ministry. Not even your close association with Minister Fudge will be able to help you restore it either." Croaker called out before he headed off into another room. The pureblood kept his back turned to the director of the Department of Mysteries he clenched his fists but nodded before continuing.
Croaker ignored the pureblood as he made his way toward another room. He entered the room and watched as the two 2nd years were having several diagnostic spells being run over the pair. "Well," he questioned them, "are the rumors true? Have these children survived the unsurvivable and come out stronger for it?"
"Yes sir, the girl has all of the attributes of a feline in her. There are several spells though that are holding back all of the spell damage done to her. Pomfrey, Flitwick, Snape, McGonagall, and of course Dumbledore all had a hand on the suppression."
"Can their work be reversed?" The man questioned them curiously as he eyed the young girl.
"Some of it can," one of the workers said, "however you know Dumbledore and his high powered spells there are just some things that we can't undo. However from what we can release from the spell work we imagine enhanced speed, agility, hand eye contact, and senses. Other than that we can't assure you of anything else." The figure said. "However, even with only that small amount of change we also have to consider her supposed superior intellect. She has scores that rival those of Dumbledore's old Transfiguration ones in Charms scoring at 112 percent in her first year if her records are to be believed. Are you sure that she is a muggleborn?"
"Very well put her into the program we'll see what it is that she is capable of with her skills and those enhancements she may be of some use to us." Croaker said with indifference. "And what of our real prize, what of Potter?"
The man nodded as he pulled out another file for the department head. "Harry Potter has a most interesting combination of spell work done on him as well. There is some unknown power surrounding that scar of his we're looking into it as it has some odd spell readings. None of the people examining are familiar with the signs. Then there is his blood it has some sort of self healing property to it. Add in the venom that makes most potions and poisons useless against him. When we're done undoing the spell work done to him we believe that he'll have the enhanced strength, speed, agility, senses, and maybe some poison as well. The figure explained to his boss. That doesn't even add into the large amount of raw magical power that the boy has. His power level is equivalent to someone in their late teens already."
"Really, that is a surprise." Croaker said as he examined the files his underling had given him. I had always supposed the rumors of his power was really just people enhancing his image. What are your suggestions for them?"
The worker scratched his chin for a moment as he considered what he was being asked. "I believe that they would make great combat units they both have the raw magical power and with their additional abilities would make great combat units."
"I was of the same mind." Croaker noted. He summoned a clipboard with the required paperwork. "Give them the full treatment, make them the weapons that they can be."
"At once sir." The man agreed.
Croaker watched emotionlessly as the two preteens were then stripped of all of their clothing a few magic items set aside for later investigation and experimentation. Then the binding spells were removed and flashes of light began erupting all over the pair glowing marks appeared on their bodies and the slowly but surely were forced off. As the changes happened new changes took place before the eyes of those watching. The small childlike muscles began more defined as if in the bodies of champion athletes. Hermione's wild and bushy hair became sleek and cat like and claws were now visible. In Harry potter his hair shimmered and you could see that where his hair had been there were now glossy black feather, talon like claws were now on his feet and his skin had been replaced with a type of odd scales that were all like the white underbelly of a snake. When their mouths were forced open they could see the fangs that both of them now possessed. "Most interesting," Croaker said, "check for venom sack on the boy."
"None found sir, it would appear that most of the magical attributes that the creatures contained were not fully placed into the subject."
"What of the eyes, are there any changes there?"
"Are you sure you wish to know sir? Whoever does the research is likely to be out for some time." The group leader pointed out to the man.
"I am aware of the risk but we need to know everything that the boy is capable of." Crouch returned to him. "Conjure up a mirror and examine his eyes through that first if it makes you feel more at ease though." The man nodded as he conjured several mirrors and then with a wave of his wand the eyes of the boy were forced open and the wizard began running the spell work. "Well?" The head of the Department of Mysteries questioned.
"Our search says that he doesn't have the power to kill a person Director Croaker. With time and work he might be able to petrify someone other than that though he doesn't have anything like that in his body to perform the type of spell work."
"A pity," Croaker said with disappointment, "such a skill would have been invaluable in a combat unit such as him."
"Agree,d however there is nothing to do about it now I would suggest continuing on with our work though on assessing the pair in their abilities not getting upset over things he can't do."
"Agreed continue your examination." Croaker ordered as he watched for the next several hours as every part of the anatomy of the two unconscious children was examined by his people. Three days later the examinations were done and the children were allowed to wake and put into darkened rooms where they couldn't see anything. The Director looked at the heads of various fields curiously. "Is there a chance that they will survive the process that we're working on?" He questioned them.
"Yes Mr. Director, there is a good chance that the both of them will survive the process." One of the figures said as he laid a scroll down on a desk. Thanks to their alterations their bodies should be strong enough to accept the changes. When we're done with them they shall be the ultimate weapons that you have been searching for. Better than many of your other projects as a matter of fact. They shall be the backbone that you have been searching for all these years. They shall be everything you could ever wish for and more."
"Good, are there any who object then to what we are preparing to do?" Croaker questioned looking at his advisors curiously. None of the emotionless men answered. "Very well then begin. Start with the feathers and move forward to the other modifications." Croaker ordered his people with a wave of his hands. The group nodded and got up to begin their tasks.
The group silenced the children as they walked into the room and placed them onto a table not even bothering with knocking them out. Feathers were drawn forth from special containers one set red as the sun while the other were black as night. One person held the red feather up by Harry, while another took the dark feather over toward Hermione. The red set of feathers was the tail feathers of a Phoenix, while the other set were the tail feathers of a thunderbird. The group broke apart and began their work. Slicing spells were first as they broke through the layers of skin and muscle they found the spine and the first of the large feathers were wrapped around the spine. The wounds were healed and then the process was repeated on each of the limbs for the children. After that was done they aimed their wands at the children. "Obliviate!" The group shouted loudly and all of the life's memories of the children were drawn out of the two and placed into a pair of large jars. When they were done to jars full of a silvery substance laid within. Gasping the ones that had taken the memories pulled back and allowed the other to take their place and they began muttering and soon new memories were taking the place of the now blank minds that they were shaping. Spells were taught along with combat styles poisons and anything else that they thought that their new weapons would need.
"Are they ready?" Croaker questioned them.
"Yes sir, agents Fire and Lighting should now be ready for basic missions." One of them said nodding first to the boy and then to the girl. "They appear to be healing quiet well from the damage that was done to them."
"Good, what type of skills do they have at the moment?" Croaker asked as he observed the two teens as their bodies twitched around as they tried to deal with the pain that they were currently in. The physical pain that there body was in as magic flooded throughout their bodies was almost as painful as the mental anguish that they were feeling from having everything yanked from their minds then replaced with new memories.
"Their skill set is that of Hogwarts graduates with O's in most of their N.E.W.T.S at the moment sir. We'll go back in when we're sure that the new memories are holding and turn them into Auror graduates, then Hit Wizards, and then Masters in Defense and a few other subjects." Another one of them explained. "We also managed to remove all of their memories of their lives from before and placed them in here. Part of the reason that we are able to implant the amount of memories that we did. Since there was so much unused memory space for us to use."
"Good." Croaker said with a smile as he observed the pair of weapons they were making. "Have Fire retrieve that prophecy. I want to hear what it says. I want to know what the old man was hiding."
"Is that a good idea sir? It could tip Dumbledore that the boy is alive. One of them said nervously. "It's only been a couple of weeks."
Croaker frowned at this as he realized that the man was right. If Dumbledore figured out what it was that he had done he might try to figure some way to counter everything that he had spent the past few weeks doing. No he had to bide his time. He would wait until after the old wizard was no longer focused on Harry Potter or searching for him and while that was going on he could allow his people to continue their work on preparing their weapons. In a few years they would be ready. "Very well, continue with examining them perhaps we can learn something new about their new skills. Besides it will allow the feathers to bond even more with Fire and Lighting."

Ron Weasley sighed as he looked over the lake. It was lazy days like these that the red head would stop and remember his first Hogwarts friends. Harry Potter and Hermione Granger the best friends a bloke could have ever had. One had been the savior of the wizarding world while the other was just as smart if not smarter than most of the teachers that taught them. He still remembered the various little quirks the pair had. It was a shame that despite all of that they were still dead. When he had returned from his trip to Egypt all set to tell his friends about his trip he had been dismayed to learn that they were both gone. Harry had risked his life for his little sister and now he was dead. A type of muggle Death Eater had been blamed for the deaths of his friends. Some sort of explosive had burned the pair up beyond recognition. Ron Weasley was a seventh year and war was upon them.. It had all started with that bloody tournament a few years ago when Cedric Diggory had won the triwizard tournament and then died. A few months later You-Know-Who had returned. Ron had tried getting friendly with Neville Longbottom but that friendship hadn't turned out as he had hoped. When his back was to the wall Neville would stand up for you. The fact was though he wouldn't ever really stand up for any other reason.
The redhead sighed one last time before he got up and trudged back toward Hogwarts. The weight of his headboy and Quidditch captain badges seeming pointless. He would give them both away if it could mean having his old friends back with him again. He briefly thought of going to see professor Black. The former escapee was one of the few that understood the pain that Ron still felt for his friends. Maybe they could grab some fire whiskey and compare Harry and James again.
The pair watched silently as the redhead headed back in. The young man had never realized how close to death he was since they had been watching him. The two had been drawn to this place for some reason and they were going to find out what it was about this place.
"Shall we wait for nightfall?" Lighting questioned her companion.
"Yes I want to know what we're getting into before we do anything else." Fire agreed.
The pair slipped into the castle that as they were looking around though a large lumbering figure stepped around the corner. "That's far enough." Hagrid growled as he aimed his crossbow at the pair. Not even thinking the two leaped at the large figure. The half-giant was shocked as two sets of fists easily as powerful as his own slammed into him. The twin blows slammed him back down the hallway as if nothing had happened. The large man looked up and saw that there standing before him with eyes that seemed to glow were two cloaked figures. The pair watched him to see what his next move and Hagrid was reminded of a scared or confused animal that was just waiting to strike should someone approach them wrong. There was something familiar about the pair that niggled at him but he couldn't allow himself to get distracted.
Black came around the corner with his protégé Ron Weasley. The smaller figure continued facing Hagrid while the taller one spun to face the newcomers. The hood of the cloak slipped slightly showing part of the face of figure. The two wizards froze as they saw the face before them. "James?" Siruis questioned in shock and disbelief his wand wavering as he observed the pair.
"Harry, mate?" Ron questioned in shock the two were now useless as they stared at the male figure.
The two figures began to spin and turned into a lighting bolt and ball of fire before disappearing. The two wizards shook their heads in disbelief as they tried to get over what they had just seen.
"I'm telling you professor that it was the spitting image of James." Sirius said in annoyance as he glared at the headmaster. "I spent years with his ugly mug, I think I can remember what it looked like."
"Mr. Weasley, Professor Black be reasonable. Mr. Potter is dead both of them." Dumbledore returned to the pair. "It is rather hard to believe that a teenage Harry Potter has risen from the dead just as much as its hard to believe that it's a teenage James Potter.
"Then what the bloody hell was that then?" Ron growled out in annoyance. "I'm telling you that was Harry."
"Really Weasley, and where do you suppose that he's been for the past four and a half years?" Snape questioned in annoyance. "The fact that you both stink of fire whiskey of course might be part of why we doubt you." The potion master added with a smirk as he glared at the pair. Ron glared but held his ground not moving forward or away from the slimy git.
Regardless as to who they are we still need to find out how they got in and what magic it was that they used t leave. Dumbledore said I have increased the wards already however elemental travel is something that the wards cannot block as there are only a handful of creatures like Phoenixes, Fire Salamanders and Shadow Panthers that can travel in that way. If someone has harnessed the method of traveling like that they could appear wherever they wanted to and there might be nothing we could do to stop them.
So we need to find out how they did that and who they're working for then Ron returned. I'll ask Luna for a list of all of the ways that she can think that creatures can travel through elements.
I think Longbottom would get better results from her on such a request considering the falling out you had with the girl. Snape said with a smirk.
Sirius shook his head at that. I can't believe you actually care who Ron goes out with personally Snape. The dark haired man said. Maybe there's more of a gossip queen to you then we all thought. Unless of course its for intelligence purposes since I'm sure that Voldemort cares so much who a Weasley dates. Ron joined Sirius in his chuckles while Snape merely glared at them in response.
That's enough gentlemen lets begin searching for how they manage this. Dumbledore said dismissing them so that they could all go about their business.

Croaker slammed his fist onto the desk. "What do you mean that they escaped and were spotted at Hogwarts?" The man snarled out at one of the portraits in front of him.
"Just as I said Director Croaker, they have been sighted in Hogwarts and you know that they will return. To make it all the worst though Fire let his cloak slip letting Black and the youngest Weasley boy to see his face."
"What do I care about some redheaded urchin?" Croaker growled out.
"Maybe because Weasley was best friends with the pair of them before you got your hands on them." The portrait returned to him in annoyance. "I believe it's time to go over their histories from before there acquisition. "
Croaker glared not liking having a portrait telling him how to do his job particularly when this portraits job was to observe Dumbledore and what went on at Hogwarts. Sure Hogwarts portraits were to obey the headmaster but there were certain way around some of those restrictions. This portrait was one of only a few that had managed to figure out those ways though so he needed its continued cooperation. "I'll consider it." He said curtly. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to put a retrieval together to deal with the troublemakers."
As he entered another room Director Croaker looked at the various people that were in the room. "I need the best and most powerful retrieval team we have. Weapon Fire and Thunder have killed their controller and I need a team that can handle them."
There was whispering at this. Fire and Thunder were the most powerful and skilled of their creations. Despite the number of times they had tried to recreate the circumstances that would create more like them they had yet to do so and had been forced to deal with the fact that they were each one of a kind. The fact that they were free was not good for them. "We have Agent Morph on hand. She's possibly one of our most skilled undercover agents and is currently under cover as one of the old man's Order."
"A good choice she has a good head on her shoulders even if she does have a warped since of humor what else can we send out after them."
"How about some of the Heliopaths? They would give us the raw power we need and they are immune to any of Fire's elemental attack."
"We have to be careful about those though." Someone added. "Lovegood has been snooping around again, if we put one of those out in the field then there's a chance he could find out about it."
"The risk of them being discovered is worth it though if we can reacquire those two though." Someone else added.
"I agree on that note." Croaker said. "We need to capture them as quickly as possible. The danger is too much. Particularly while there's a war on we need them to be able to take down You-Know-Who and his supporters. Have Morph assemble a strike team they are to start at the forbidden forest and then work their way into Hogwarts. I want them found captured and reminded of who their real masters are." Everyone nodded their heads in agreement at this statement the sooner they were captured the better.

"My Lord." Rookwood said, as he bowed before the Dark Lord. "I bring you news. The Department of Mysteries has misplaced some of their weapons. The ones known as Fire and Lighting have slipped their leashes and are somewhere near Hogwarts."
Voldemort leaned forward at this. "Is that a fact? I have heard many rumors about those experiments from you Rookwood and now you tell me they are wondering around near Hogwarts just waiting for me to find them and turn them into my own?"
"Yes my Lord, you merely have to find them before the department of mysteries does." The wizard told his master.
Voldemort nodded. "Send for Greyback, tell him to summon his finest trackers. We shall hunt them down and either claim their creations for our own or destroy them for the vermin that they are."
"Yes sir."

Morph chuckled a bit as she finally found her prey. "You two have given me quiet the headache." She scolded them. "I mean seriously, do you know how long I spent searching for you through this miserable forest here?"
"Not really a concern of mine." Fire returned as he glared at the figure before them.
"Tonks what are you doing here?" Sirius questioned as he saw that his cousin was holding a wand on all of them.
"Not now Black, I have orders from my bosses to bring these two in." The metamorph told them.
"You knew they were alive?" Sirius growled out looking at the woman before him. Remus and Ron who were flanking him also glared at her.
Tonks chuckled a bit at this. "Knew where he was? Of course I knew where he was. I helped train both of the brats. Then there are the missions we would go on together. I would slip in all quiet like looking like someone else and they would travel through their elements to someplace and then we would start our little blood bath. They were glorious times let me tell you." The young woman had a faraway look in her eyes that Sirius recognized to well. It was the same look that Bellatrix got when she told people about her own missions for Voldemort. He couldn't believe that Andy's little girl was really as bad as her aunt. The thing was though the proof was right there for all of them to see.
"As interesting as this is; I have other things to do than watch family time." Fire returned. "Lighting did you want to take care her of her? I smell Heliopaths I'll try to slow them down until you're ready to deal with them as well."
"Of course." Lighting said as she let her claws out causing the Ron and Sirius to back up in surprise as they noted the claws that the girl had bared.
"Bloody hell." Ron said as he eyed the claws nervously. "And here I thought that she was scary before." He noted as he then turned to watch Tonks as she created some sort of tentacles out of her arms.

Dumbledore glared at Croaker. "What did you do to them, do you have any idea of all of the trouble and damage that you've done? You may have destroyed our world thanks to your stripping away their humanity. They needed their humanity to be able to stop Voldemort and his troops." The headmaster declared to the man. All of his well thought out plans had been destroyed by this man and his need to acquire power and weapons for the Ministry.
"With your way maybe Dumbledore, but my way puts an end to the menace of the dark lord without playing your little puzzle games." Croaker sneered back at the headmaster. "Our way we deal with the problem and don't lose people we don't have to."
"You may have doomed us all by turning them into weapons." Dumbledore said ominously. "Stay away from Hogwarts Croaker. From now on they are my responsibility."
"We shall see who becomes responsible for them." Croaker returned to him. "As I understand it you have yet to find them making their control up for grabs." The two men glared at each other trying to stare each other down in a battle of wills.

The Department of Mysteries is really a tyoe of Weapon X facility and now here are my notes.

HP Super Soldier: During 2nd year HP and HG were both subjected to potentially dangerous magical changes. HG and the dangerous animal polyjuice potion and HP and his exposure to baslisk venom and phoenix tears. On the way home from Hogwarts the Department of Mysteries takes them and turns them into their very own super soldiers. Think Wolverine and Weapon X style enhancements. Then they escape in what would have been their 6th or 7th year and head out into the world dodging everyone while deciding what they'll do now. Harry has baslisk venom and phoenix tears in his system. This gives him immunity to poison, super charged healing factor, thermal sight, enhanced sight, sense of smell, sense of taste, magically resistant skin, fangs, stone sight and enhanced reflexes. Phoenix feathers bound around arms legs and spine. Hermione has cat abilities speed agility enhanced hearing smell night vision minor healing, cat claws. Thunderbird feathers bound around arms legs and spine. Tail feathers give them the enhancements of super strength and short range elemental travel. No memory of muggle or Hogwarts life. Memories replaced with combat training wizard and ordinary. Skilled in blades, wands, guns, potions. The pair make their way to Hogwarts where, Ron, Nev McG, Hagrid, try and return them to who and what they once were while hiding them from the DD, Ministry and VT who all want to use them as weapons for the war. DD is angry his weapon has been changed and he is forced to change his plans because of the Ministry. Tonks is a member of squad that is loyal to Department of Mysteries. Tonks a shapeshifter, a heliopath, half-giant, half goblin with goblin features Dursely's and Grangers are caught in explosions to cover up the disappearances.