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Mintuo: Danke schön. Ich werde

Setumi3: I deserve that early and often comment. Thanks for the compliment, though.

Jaysto: Thank you for the feedback. I was worried the story was moving too fast.

llpi: I'll answer your questions in order. HVT = High Value(ed) Target. Vernon's company was into more than just making drills—money laundering for international criminals, illegal oil drilling, etc. As for Gringotts, it's magic. It's a cop-out, but let me explain. All coins (money) were converted to USD accounting notations. All physical assets (books, artifacts, papers, etc) stayed in the Potter account. Note that Harry J. Potter only has a trust account set up by his parents. The physical assets were flagged for the IRS and CIA to watch. PM me if you need more information. He knew the basics of Section M, but all of it. Harry's family tree came up when David did his thing.

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HP Notes: I forgot about Dumbledore's tracking spells. Those will be addressed in this chapter. Harry is still very shy and nervous. So he won't do much talking. Just a reminder, Jarred Moore = Harry James Potter. Harry Potter was born in 2005. Takes place in the "modern era."

Notes: I know the math doesn't math with the time. But I'm trying to calculate how long things took. Not a Burn Notice crossover, but there are references and elements from the show. A lot of time skips in this chapter.

Chapter 2: How To Be A Bad Man

One week later, CIA training facility, noon EST

Getting Jarred/Harry ready for training was bitch of a task. The boy didn't fight them, but it was a long road to recovery. George stuffed Jarred with double cheeseburgers, hotdogs, and other high-calorie foods. After one full week, Jerred was deemed healthy enough for light training. George made Harry walk ten laps around the track. This would help his body get used to exercising without throwing him into the deep end. He started Jarred with the 5lbs dumbbells. The boy did his very best to meet expectations. And he usually succeeded. Weapons training is where he fell short. When he told the instructors that he couldn't see the target, they took him to see the eye doctor ASAP. The doctors couldn't do much for him because LASIK surgery is dangerous below the age of 25. So They turned to magic.

George took him to David to get his input. The results were…not what they expected. David, George, Jocelyn, and Jerred gathered in George's private office. George put a steady hand on Jerred's shoulder. "The doctors are unable to do anything until he is 25. Is there anything magic can do?"

David didn't respond. He kept staring at Jarred's scar. Slowly, as not to scare the boy, he touched it. David instantly pulled his hand back and glared at the scar. "What in the nine levels of hell is that?" He started mumbling. "We need to see a curse breaker. That is not a normal scar."

George raised his voice slightly. "What do you mean not normal?"

"There is something in that scar that shouldn't be there. Something foul and cursed. We need to take him to the goblins. They'll know what to do."

"Will they charge for it?"

"Maybe. They make exceptions sometimes for particularly nasty objects that people bring."

"Where can we find them?"

"A place called Worldwide Alley. It's in D.C."

Jocelyn smirked. "I guess we're going to D.C."

David sighed. "If I get caught bringing no-magics into Worldwide Alley, we'll all be executed."

"And Sector M will learn that bullets are just as lethal as the killing curse."

"Also true."

"What will the goblins say?"

"They will stay quiet. If anything, they'll want in."

George contemplated these new variables. "Having the curse-breakers on our side and direct access to the wizarding world is too much of an opportunity to pass up. It's a three-hour flight from here to D.C. If we hurry, we can still get this done today."

Time skip, 3:00 PM Andrews Air Force Base

Jerred, George, Jocelyn, and David flew from Langley Air Force Base (AFB) to Andrews AFB to get to the alley. They would have apparated, but muggles don't handle that very well. The entrance to the Alley was right next to Salem Magic Academy. You had to press your wand on the right brick, and the doors would open. The muggle-repelling charms annoyed the shit out of George and Jocelyn. But once they got into the alley, they felt better. All of them were amazed. People generated fireworks from their wands, sold brooms that could fly faster than most consumer cars, People walked in and out of shops with items they'd never seen before, and/or magically modified items. They even had magically enhanced electronics. Such as everlasting batteries, improved speeds, and even faster internet. Which shouldn't be possible without semi-legal mods. David decided it would be worth the one month's paycheck to get his PC enchanted.

George asked the million-dollar question. "Do they have firearm stores?"

David smirked. "Not officially." He turned serious. "The firearm stores aren't nearly as well supplied here as they are in the muggle world. It increases the risk of discovery when firearms go missing without a culprit. However, they do modify your guns. It's very expensive and very illegal. They don't want no-magics getting a hold of them."

"Do they accept no-magic currency?"

"They do."

"Can they keep a secret?"

"For a tip. And the goblins don't care enough." He saw the American branch of Gringotts. "The curse-breakers are here."

Jocelyn was confused. "But this a bank."

David explained. "The goblins run the only bank for wizards and the best curse-breaking service on the market. You get what you pay for, even in the wizarding world."

"Interesting. How do I speak to them?"

"Greet them by wishing them financial success and a horrible death to their enemies. Do not show teeth, and do not pull out your weapon. That is not a battle we will win."

They say the poem on the front doors.

Enter, stranger,

But take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take,

But do not earn,

Must pay dearly in their turn,

So if you seek

Beneath our floors

A treasure that is not yours,

Thief,

You have been warned,

Beware

Of finding

more than treasure,

There

George nodded in respect. "People underestimate the power of a strong deterrent." George pushed the double doors open for his comrades and saw people you wouldn't believe were wizards. They didn't dress like the stereotype. However, the number of coworkers who are wizards annoyed him greatly. Something to bring up with the director. Before they went to the curse-breaker section, George asked another important question. "The goblins will accept muggle currency as well, right?"

They will. Let me do the talking." David walked up to the front desk for the curse-breaker section. The name tag said Gornuk. There was no one in line so they went first. "Greetings, Gornuk. May your gold ever flow, and your enemies inhale sarin gas."

The goblin raised his eyebrow. "You don't come here often, Mr. Glazier. And that was the most interesting greeting I've heard in a while. What is sarin gas?"

"It's a chemical warfare agent that's been outlawed since it came out. It causes seizures, cardiac arrest, and muscle spasms. It destroys your nervous system. It is a slow and painful death."

"Interesting. What can the Gringotts Curse-breakers do for you today?"

David gently pulled Jarred/Harry towards him and showed the goblin his scar. "That scar is not normal. I touched it, and it felt vile."

Gornuk narrowed his eyes. "You four need to come with me." The goblin leads them to the Bankmaster's office. He left them in the waiting room. "Bankmaster?"

The Bankmaster glared at Gormuk. "This better be good, Gormuk."

"A group of four asked us to take a look at a curse scar. Sir, I think it's one of those…"

The Bankmaster slammed his fist on the table. "If you're wrong, I'll hang you by your entrails and display your body in the lobby like a hunting trophy. Bring them in." Gornuk nodded and brought them in. He was about to explain the situation, but the Bankmaster stopped him. "No need. I can practically smell it. Only the best will do this job. For a quarter price. Go get them." Gornuk nodded and left. The Bankmaster glared at the table. "Thank you for bringing this to us. I can smell that thing in the boy's head from seven feet away. Your price is $100,000. We need to keep the boy for observation."

David nodded. "May your gold ever flow, and your drink hydrogen cyanide."

"Creative. You will have him back in 48 hours. Gully will escort you out."

Time skip: 7:30 PM, CIA Facility

George and Jocelyn had $1M in cash in each of their briefcases. And they had duffle bags full of weapons, ammo, body armor, and other military equipment that needed modification. Their cover ID was an arms dealer couple named Nolan Henry and Allison Taylor. There were two parts to this mission. Jocelyn would go to a legitimate enchanter for things like clothing, cell phones, and computers. George would go to the no-no section of WWA (World Wide Alley) and get the weapons enchanted. Jocelyn needed the cash for the price, but not privacy. George needed it for both. That's why they were going to the legit one first. So that leftover cash could be used on the shady stuff.

Another time skip, 8:00 PM, WWA, Enchanted Enchanting

Alysa Fae knew she was dealing with rich people when three people with suits, briefcases, and duffle bags walked in. She took a deep breath, thinking they would act like snobs "How can I help you, fine people?"

David put the duffle bags with computers, clothes, and other electronics on the table. "How much would it cost to get the works on all of these items?"

The work enchantment for clothing was reinforcement, weather-proofing, and self-cleaning. The works enchantment for electronics is an everlasting battery (if applicable), unbreakable, unhackable to no-magics (if applicable), and longer communication range.

Alysa's eyes turned into dollar signs. "$650,000.00, even."

David took out the money plus an extra $100K tip. "For your trouble. Have a nice day."

Alysa did not understand what happened. But she knew that she would be working her ass off the next three weeks without opening her store. 'Oh, well. A fraction of the "tip" will cover the missed days.' She wasn't foolish. She knew a bribe when she saw one. But That was too much money to turn down. "You know what? The shop does need remodeling. And the Bahamas are nice this time of year."

Time skip: 20 minutes: 8:20, Hot Magic

George liked the name of the "shop." Instead of hot lead, it was hot magic. Didn't matter to him. Both can remove a person from the mortal realm without difficulty. The area was filled with wizards caring all sorts of suspicious objects. They didn't care. There are worse things than some idiot with an illegal artifact. Those people don't last long, anyway. The shop didn't have any firearms on the walls. But it did have a "menu." They could get extended magazines. The new capacity depends on the cartridge/caliber. Reinforcement, and compression for easy concealment and carry. Bullets could get extra penetration or stopping power. Again, the improvement is dependent on the cartridge/caliber. Body armor only had reinforcement. But it only went so far. Even if the bullet stops, the energy transfer can stop the heart.

George set the duffle bags with guns on the table. "Good evening, friend." He used his spy smile. "Can you keep a secret?"

The man at the counter smirked. "For a price."

"Oh." He pulled out a wad of cash. "Is $10,000 enough?" The man rapidly nodded. George showed the man an M16. "I want every gun, bullet, shell, gear, and body armor enchanted with what you think is best. How much will that cost?"

The man's mouth started to water. "$900,000."

"Deal."

"I'll need two to three weeks to complete this."

George had an extra $350,000 on him so he decided to use it. "We'll agree on three weeks. And I'll give you an extra $100,000 every week you're early."

The man bobbed his head up and down. "Deal."

Time skip: 30 minutes: 9:00 PM, Magic Meats

The three CIA agents sat around the small table in the cafe. The food was really good. Magic made the steak better and they weren't complaining. And everyone feels better after a successful mission. David sighed. "Is this what you people do all day?"

George nodded. "Partially."

"Did I forget to mention that it's hell on the nerves?"

Jocelyn slapped him on the back. "You'll get over it. And when that happens, you'll begin to love it."

George shrugged. "My job is like going to the dentist's office. You sit around, read magazines, and every so often, someone tries to kill you."

"Sounds fun."

"Sometimes."

They paid for the food and left the alley like a couple of badasses.

Time skip: The next day: 9:00 AM EST, Gringotts, curse-breaker lobby

When George, Jocelyn, and David went to retrieve Jerred/Harry from the goblins, they did not expect him to be smiling like a boy his age should. A surprise, to be sure. But not an unwelcome one. David smiled. "Did everything go smoothly?"

Gornuk grunted. "Removing it was like pulling teeth. That thing was stronger than we thought. And most vision problems should be gone now. It was messing with his eyes. We also removed several tracking spells."

George narrowed his eyes. "Who did they belong to?"

"Albus Dumbledore?"

"What did they track?"

"Vitals and magic. That thing prevented him from tracking Mr. Potter's location because you can't track two "people" with the same instance of one tracking spell."

"Thank you very much for your services." George paid the goblin his $100K + $10K tip and left with Harry.

As they walked, Jarred/Harry shifted nervously. "Sir?" He looked at George. "Was my real name Harry James Potter?"

"It was. But that name only exists in a select few records. As far as the world is concerned, you are Jerred Moore. Which would you prefer?"

Jerred smiled. "Jerred, sir."

"Smart man. The wizarding world will not see you as Jarred Moore. They will see you as Harry James Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived. The man who vanquished the resent dark lord. They view you as a hero. You will use that to your advantage."

Jarred nodded. "Yes, sir. What now, sir?"

George smirked. "Now…we make Harry Potter disappear."

Time skip: 4:00 PM EST, CIA Training Center

George, Jocelyn, and Jerred landed at Langley AFB at 4:00 EST. David stayed behind to wait for their massive orders. The first thing they did was get Jarred/Harry an eye test. The boy had perfect 20:20 vision. This helped his shooting accuracy and overall focus. He had a hard time with some of the weapons because of his small stature, but that would be fixed with time.

The first step to a strong body is a strong mind. George gave Jerred two very interesting books. How To Be A Bad Man by Edger Hobbs and Spooks 101: Idiot's Guide To Being A Spook by Michael Westen. Jerred vaguely understood what the books were trying to teach him, but he got the message. It was…enlightening. Jerred contemplated his decision to go with George but was reminded that he would be six feet under if he didn't. He also remembered what George had said to him that day. "We make the world better by killing one monster at a time." And words from Michael's book. "As a spy, you get used to doing bad things for good reasons and good things for bad reasons. Your actions stop gas prices from skyrocketing, an international incident, or even a war." Jerred didn't understand much of the practical side of the books. But he understood perfectly the philosophical side. Abused children have an easier time accepting the harsh realities of the world. Jerred started his training a few days ago. But that wouldn't stop him from advancing.

Time skip: Three weeks, noon, WWA, Enchanted Enchanting

Alysa sipped on some upper-class fire whiskey. Her last order took three weeks of working day, night, and weekends, but the pay was worth it. She knew this was a suspicious order. The number of people with that much cash is extremely small. She shrugged and took another sip. 'They pay me to work, not ask questions.' She notified them through their middleman, which is even more suspicious. The "couple" entered the shop with duffle bags and she greeted them with a smile. "Good afternoon. Every item you gave me has been given the works."

George smiled. "Wonderful. Thank you for your time."

"Come back anytime!"

Time skip: One hour: 1:30, Hot Magic

George used his spy smile when he thanked the man at the counter. "Thank you for working so hard for us. Your services are invaluable." 'I'm acting like a kissass.'

The man at the counter nodded. "Of course. Come back soon."

Another time skip: The next day, 1:00 PM, CIA Training Center, Briefing Room

David, George, and Jocelyn stood around the table with all of their intel on Sector M. David remembered a very important piece of news. "When magical children turn eleven, they get a letter from a place called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It comes from an owl and can reach you anywhere in the world that isn't warded against them. Even here. It's the middle of June, so we have time to find a non-classified place for Harry to live."

Jocelyn thought about their options. "You found the boy at Number 4 Privet Drive. Someone put him there and it is in our best interest to make our enemies believe he never left."

George nodded. "It won't work. The house was burnt to ashes. However, we can still make him disappear."

David took a swig of water and nodded. "George is right. The goblins are greedy, but they are very good at what they do. If anyone can take Jerred off the grid, it's them."

"How much will it cost?"

"Not that much. It's only an anti-mail and tracking ward."

"If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit. I like it."

They reviewed their intelligence and returned to training Jarred/Harry.

Time skip: A few days later, 9:00 AM, Gringotts

Gornuk frowned. "That's an odd request. Most people come to us for their lethal artifacts and dangerous spells gone wrong. And you want us to take someone off the grid?" He finished with a toothy and intimidating grin.

George showed no fear. "Yes, sir. And we are willing to pay top dollar for the best you have."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, sir."

"Leave the boy with us. We'll charge the main Potter account."

George gave Harry/Jerred words of encouragement and left.

Time skip: noon, CIA Training Facility, Briefing room

George took a swig of water. "It's safe to say that Jerred is taken care of. In the meantime, David should update the director on all this. And Jocelyn will monitor the Potter accounts for any activity."

Jocelyn nodded. "What will you be doing?"

"Albus Dumbledore is a dangerous unknown. I'm going to get more information."

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