Summary: George Brewer is an American wetwork specialist. His latest task is to tie up loose ends in Little Whinging. The Dursley family, specifically. On his way out, he meets Harry Potter. George gave Harry a chance to come with him and he took it. See how this altered the Harry Potter timeline.

HP Notes: Jarred Moore = Harry J Potter.

Notes: Sector M = Section M. Chapter 1: Loose Ends

Langley Virginia, USA

Alden Woodham placed the file of the Dursley family down on his desk and called his best spy and wetwork specialist, George Brewer. He pressed the speakerphone button. "George, I have good news for you. You don't have to work with those scumbags anymore."

Unpronounceable city name, Southern Nigeria

George Brewer killed another cockroach in his dirt-cheap motel. His boss told him he didn't have to work with the Dursleys any more. The only reason why he had to work with them is that they needed insight into some of the strange things going on in Great Brittan. Working with people who are bigoted and ignorant is not easy, but it's with it. Still, the Dursleys aren't as bad as some of the other assets he's worked on. Heroine smuggler, pimp, arms dealer, rouge Spetznaz operative…the list goes on. "About damn time. I was worried all this wining and dining would kill him."

"Doesn't matter. You're going to kill him and his family anyway. Make it look like an accident. Preferably a house fire."

"Consider it done."

"Thank you. And remember to bring back any useful information about the magicals."

George hung up the phone and left for the nearest airport.

17:00 London Time, London International Airport, London

George had this…way…of getting guns past the metal detectors without getting caught. That's what allowed him to take his silenced gun on the plane. The air in London was so much cleaner than some of the other places he "visited". He took a cab to #4 Privet Dr. Little Whinging and tipped with an American $50 bill. As a "wet work" specialist, he had to do some pretty scummy things. But killing monsters like the Dursleys was not one of them.

Vernon answered when he knocked on the door. "I thought we were never going to see each other again."

Knowing how Vernon's brain worked. He showed Vernon a $100 bill. "May I come in?"

"Of course, of course. I apologize for my rudeness. How may I help a fine gentleman like yourself?"

George took his gun out and pointed it at Vernon's head. "By dying." He shot the man in the head and went to do the same for the other two. Petunia didn't get a chance to scream when he pointed his gun at her, and Dudley was asleep. He was about to make an "accidental" housefire when he heard a noise coming from under the stairs. 'Odd. The Dursleys never host anyone for the night. And I know they don't have a second child.' He stepped back and watched the door unlock itself from the inside. 'So, this is what magic looks like. Fascinating.' A frail boy stumbled out of the broom cupboard and fell on his face. The boy was skin and bones and covered in blood. The bruises on his face were signs of abuse. He watched the boy struggle to get up and almost succeed. And when he didn't, he implemented a lesson most adults don't learn. If you cannot walk, crawl.

The boy's eyes held fear, desperation, and something else he couldn't place. Knowing he was going to the fridge to get food, George brought him a leftover sandwich. "Here, it will help." The boy ate the sandwich like a starving animal. And he more or less was. George has seen this many times before. And he always offered them a choice. Join the United States as soldiers, or die quickly with everyone else. He offered the small boy the same choice. "Did that help?" The boy nodded. "Good." George took a deep breath. "I'll be honest with you. I was sent here to kill everyone in this house and make it look like an accident. However, whenever I find an abused child like you, I offer them a choice. Come with me, and join the Central Intelligence Agency or die quickly with everyone else." He slowly pointed his gun at the boy's head. "You are under no pressure to decide, and your death will be near instant. No one will hate you for wanting to be put out of your misery."

The boy contemplated this. He spoke slowly, and his voice seemed scratchy. "Will I get back at them for hurting me?"

"Not the Dursleys, no. They are already dead. But if you come with me, we can make the world better by killing one monster at a time. I killed three tonight. Not bad right?"

The boy nodded. "I want to go with you."

George put his gun away. "You are the first person to make that decision. What is your name?"

"Freak…"

"That is not a name, that is an insult. Your new name is Jarred Moore. You're named after an old friend."

"Thank you, sir."

George set the house on fire and left with Jarred for greener pastures.

11:00 EST Langley, Virginia, USA, CIA HQ

Jarred clung to George's leg as they walked through the CIA headquarters. The stairs were making him uncomfortable. George gently grabbed the boy's hand. "There is nothing to worry about. They're looking at me, not you."

This confused Jared. "Why do they do that?"

"They think all I do is lie, cheat, steal, and murder."

"Is that true?"

"It is."

"Why do you do it?"

"Sometimes good guys have to do bad things to make the bad guys pay."

"I see."

"No, you don't. But you will soon." They arrived at the elevator. "We're going to meet my boss." He pressed the "6" button. A "ding" signaled the end of the elevator ride. Much to Jerred's happiness. "Do elevators scare you?" Jarred nodded. "I see. You will get over that soon. Follow me. Alden's office is just around the corner.

Alden's office wasn't that large. It was barely big enough for a desk and a small table for eating and small meetings. This is perfect for someone who only has one to four people in his office at once. Alden blinked twice to make sure he wasn't going crazy. "Since when does a wetwork specialist take his work home with him?"

George smirked. "Since Jarred looks nothing like the Dursleys. Not the father, and certainly not the mother."

"Does Jarred know who his parents are?"

Jarred slowly nodded. He spoke, knowing that it was safe to do so. "My dad was a drunk and my mum was a whore who died in a car crash when I was one."

Alden narrowed his eyes and summoned his secretary. He kept his eyes on Harry as he talked. "Get me a report of every fatal car crash in 1981."

The secretary nodded. "Right away, sir."

George knew where Alden was going with this. "Jarred? Did the Dursleys tell you that?"

Jerred nodded. "Yes, sir?"

"Then it is most likely wrong. Your parents are dead, but I doubt they died in a car crash."

Alden sighed. "What do you plan on doing with Jarred?"

George sighed. "I'm turning thirty this year. That's pretty old for this line of work. And I believe this boy could be my successor."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because I offered him a choice. He could die quickly. Or he could become a CIA asset."

"Even you are hesitant to involve children."

"Not when they come willingly."

"Fair enough. But, he needs training."

"Leave that to me."

Alden shrugged. His job is to give assignments, not ask questions.

Dormitories for people who do not exist(spooks), CIA HQ

George dropped Jerred off at his dorm. He told the medical staff to nurse him back to health. Then he took a short walk to the cyber warfare department. Only the dead and unborn are truly non-existent. Everyone, even him, leaves a trail somewhere. George used his keycard to enter one of the main "hacking" rooms.

The cyber security analyst Jocelyn Barclay gave him "the look." That look of "what the fuck are you doing here." And she made her thoughts known. "I specifically requested an IT guy to replace a broken hard drive. I do not remember asking for a spook to come crawling up my ass and out my mouth like bad hentai."

George simply laughed. And he laughed hard. "That is the funniest thing I've heard in weeks. I am stealing that and using it at the earliest opportunity." He took several deep breaths to steady himself. "Look, I'm not here to tell you what to do or crawl up your ass and out your mouth like bad hentai. I'm here because I need you to run some prints and maybe some other things."

Jocelyn snorted. "Like what?"

This woman had the same clearance he did because they often worked together. "I just killed a family of bigoted, ignorant, and child-beating monsters and took the victim, a small boy with me." He held out a pen that had the boy's DNA and fingerprints. "I need to know if he already exists, or if he came from Sector M."

Sector M is short for Magical Sector. Jocelyn stopped being casual. She whispered to him. "Sector M is off limits."

"I watched him open a bolted door from the inside. And I know I passed my last drug test."

"I'll see what I can do." She walked over to one of her hackers named David. "David, cross reference this DNA and fingerprint through every database you have access to. Something feels…off about him."

The computer geek did his thing, and the results were remarkably interesting. David explained them. "There are no records of anyone with his DNA. However, his DNA strongly resembles Lilly Potter nee Evans.

George caught the Evens part immediately. "Evens was Petunia's maiden name. Are they sisters?"

David scowled. "Stepsisters. Same father, different mother."

"That explains a lot. What about her husband?"

"Her husband is James Potter, but there are no records of him beyond the date of birth, marital status, and bank details. And they are extraordinarily rich. No record either."

George pulled Jocelyn off to the side. "He is from Sector M. No one has that many zeros in their bank account, is unheard of, and has no criminal record."

The cyber security specialist nodded. "I agree. And your plan is?"

"I do not know yet. Jerred's new last name is Potter. We need more information about the Potters and Sector M."

"I agree." They walked back to David. "Do James and Lilly have any registered children?"

"Only one. Harry James Potter. Also known as, the Boy-Who-Lived."

George narrowed his eyes. "David, come with us."

David nodded and followed them to a closed-off meeting room.

George narrowed his eyes. "You seem to have an answer to every question we ask. Why is that?"

David considered lying. Knowing that he was about to expose the wizarding world. But American Intelligence already knows they exist. They know little, but enough to be dangerous. On the other hand, the wizarding world only favors the rich and powerful. And you have to be rich to become powerful. They stomp on the rights of others while elevating themselves. He made his choice. "Because I am everything Section M is looking for. I am what's known as a muggleborn wizard. You know where I was born and my history. I went to Hogwarts from age 11 to 17. After that, I traveled across the pond and got my GED. You know the rest."

"You are all too happy to rat out your own people."

"America is the only place on the planet where muggleborns are accepted and seen as equals, but I want nothing to do with that world after all the shit that happened during my time at Hogwarts."

Jocelyn seemed skeptical, but George believed him. "Jocelyn, let me tell you something. People betray their country for a lot of reasons. Some do it for money, some do it for spite. Some do it for hope, and some do it because they have no choice. The worst possible combination is all of the above. And that is exactly what David represents. So, David. You are going to tell us everything you know about Section M.

Two hours later

It was a lot of information. Most of which of unbelievable. The "Blood war" was one of the stupidest wars he had ever seen. And this "Voldemort" couldn't even take over Brittan. They would bring all of this information to the BRASS later, but for now, they needed to finish their plan.

"Hacking" room

George narrowed his eyes. He did that whenever he was thinking or to intimidate someone. In this case, he was thinking. "David. Transfer the Potter fortune into an account under Jarred Moore. Tell the IRS not to worry. And flag the account. I want to see what happens."

David followed his orders to the letter. He also forged Jerred/Harry's muggle records but kept the magical ones. His "new" parents are Daniel and Malisa Moore. Mom died of cancer and dad in a car crash.

George sighed. That was step one. Now for step two. "Give me a list of the Potter's friends, relations, business partners, and enemies. We have established that Mr. Potter is an HVT and other than that night, I want to know why."

David nodded. "James Potter had three friends at Hogwarts. Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew."

"Status?"

"Black was imprisoned in Azkaban without trial. After Voldemort was defeated, all Death Eater trials were viewed live by the public. And there is no record of Sirius Orion Black having a trial."

George scowled. "It wouldn't be the first time I've had to break a man out of a maximum security prison. And the others?"

"Lupin is a werewolf that fell off the grid soon after the Potters were killed and Harry, now Jerred, vanished. Presumed alive. And Pettigrew is reported dead. Reports say Black killed twelve people and then him. But I don't believe that for a second."

"Neither do I." He took a deep breath. "I need to find Lupin and get Black out of prison."

Jocelyn looked at him like he was crazy. "How on Earth are you going get the green light on a prison break operation in a foreign country?"

"The BRASS would sell their souls for an information goldmine like Black. Section M is getting more funding than you care to know, and this will make it all worth it. I will be back in a few weeks."

A few hours later, 3:00 AM, Spook dorms

George checked his clock. '3:00 AM? I was there for a while.' He put Jerred/Harry in the spare bed before he left. The boy slept peacefully for the first time in years. He smiled. 'Get some rest, boy. You'll need it.' 4:00 PM EST Two days later, Directors' Meeting

George ignored most of the bureaucratic BS the directors talked about and answered questions whenever he needed to. But he waited until the end of the meeting to talk about section M. "Sir, I have more information about Section M."

The director of the CIA tensed. "Those who do not know what that is, please leave. Those who do, stay." He waited for the former people to leave before talking again. "A magical has chosen to defect to our side. He has told us everything he knows about. He told us about their government, current political issues, known history, current events, and potential VIPs and HVTs." He opened his briefcase and put several large file folders on the table. "Everything is in here."

The director sighed. "George Brewer, you continue to give us no end of trouble. We have entered a new meeting. What are the most important topics?"

"In order, the Boy-Who-Lived, Sirius Black, and Voldemort."

"Go on."

"The Boy-Who-Lived earned his title by being the one and only survivor of the killing curse. His real name is Harry James Potter. Son of Lilly Potter nee Evans and James Potter. You may know him as Jerred Moore."

"Like the kid, you brought home with you?"

"Yes, sir."

"I don't know if I should court-martial you or congratulate you. So, I'll do neither. I'll call you the luckiest man alive. Keep talking."

"Jarred Moore/Harry J. Potter is now a CIA asset. We will use him to infiltrate Wizarding Europe and make sure they aren't committing crimes against humanity."

"How many years from now?"

"At least ten. He needs training and he can't be sent to basic because he does not exist."

The director paused. "Approved. Tell me about Sirius Black."

"Sirius Orion Black was imprisoned without trial hours after Jarred's birth parents were killed. We do know that he was framed by someone."

"What was his official crime?"

"Thirteen counts of first-degree murder. Twelve people and a man named Peter Pettigrew. Who I believe is the culprit."

"You want a rescue op?"

"Yes, sir."

"Denied. I need more reason than that. Next topic."

"Voldemort was the latest "Dark Lord" that has come out of Europe. This is the fifth one in the past 120 years. He was supposedly unkillable until Jarred/Harry killed him as a baby. And yes, I am aware of how farfetched that sounds. He called his followers Death Eaters and marked them. It was called the Dark Mark. They terrorized Wizarding Britton for about 15 years before Jarred killed Voldemort and the Death Eaters either went to prison or bribed their way out."

"What will you do next?"

"Training Jarred is my number one priority. Turn him into a weapon against our enemies."

"Permission granted. I want regular updates." Meanwhile, Gringotts

Bankmaster Headhunter wanted to kill someone. The Potter accounts were drained and flagged by an unknown party. Headhunter blamed the US. No one else could make that happen without their permission. And it had to be another wizard who did it. That means wizard hackers. This incident must be covered up. As the Bankmaster, he was up to date with the latest in security and cyber security was one of the things he had to learn. He began to wonder if Gringotts had a " magical IP address" or whatever it was. If so, Gringotts' security has a major hole they can't patch. He put his anger aside and thought about how to fix this.

Meanwhile, Albus Dumbledore

The man with too many rubbed his temples with frustration. First, the Potter boy vanished into thin air and the Dursleys were killed in a fire. This meant muggle involvement. He made sure no living wizard could get within a mile of his location without permission. To make matters worse, the muggles knew little about the Potter boy. Muggle records say he died with his parents. To make matters worse, the Potter accounts were drained and flagged. If he dipped into Harry's trust, he would out himself completely. Whoever did this was good. Really good. 'But no one is better than Albus Dumbledore.'

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