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Notes: George Brewer = Bishop Dyson. Cover ID. Sirius = Black. Depends on which one I type. The early chapters will focus heavily on OCs.

Chapter 3: Intelligence Gathering

Great Brittian, UK, 2:00 AM BST

A few months after getting Jerred off the grid, George Brewer used his sources to find a "squib". According to David, squibs were treated horribly in Wizarding Europe. His goal was to see if she knew anything about Albus Dumbledore's operations. There were two ways this could go. Best case, George convinces the woman to turn on Dumbledore, and everyone goes home happy. Worse case, she remains loyal, and they have to pry the information from her brain.

George grabbed his pistol and some extra mags. He and six special forces other guys hid behind their target's house. He told his team to wait until the right moment if there was one. "Let me do the talking. If she is too loyal to Dumbledore, we'll capture her alive." He knocked on the squib's door and smiled when she answered. "Hello, Ms. Figg. My name is Bishop Dyson." He showed his CIA ID. "I am from the CIA. I would like to ask you a few questions."

Arabella Figg stood there, confused. "CIA?"

"Excuse me, Central Intelligence Agency. May I come in?"

"Of course, of course. Can I get you some tea?"

"That would be wonderful."

Ms. Figg came back with tea two minutes later. "Erl Gray with no sugar."

George thought it was okay, but acted as if he liked it. "This is very good, Ms. Figg. You should open a tea shop."

The woman blushed. "Do you mean it?"

George smiled. "Every word of it."

"I don't know what to say."

"Say nothing, and start your own tea shop."

"I will."

George smiled. "Good choice." He sighed. 'Now for the hard part.' Ma'am, Albus Dumbledore has caught the attention of the Wizarding CIA. Other people said that you are in frequent contact with him. Is this true?"

Arabella was caught off guard by the sudden change of topic. Not to mention the topic itself. But she answered honestly, still feeling flattered by his earlier compliments. "Y-yeah, why?"

"Your boss has committed several crimes in my country, and it would help us greatly if you could give us insight into his activities."

Arabella Figg scoffed. "Albus plays everything close to the vest, very close. You only know what he did after he did it."

'Interesting. But people like that can be predictable.' "What about past operations? What has Albus Dumbledore been up to over the last ten, fifteen years?"

The squib hesitated. "I don't know if I should tell you…"

George slowly grabbed her hands. "Please, Ms. Figg. Your boss has committed many crimes in my country, and you could help bring him to justice. If you can't tell us what he will do, tell us what he did."

The woman, not knowing that George was lying, slowly nodded. "On one condition."

"Name it."

"I want assurance that Albus won't come after me."

"Done."

"Thank you." She took a deep breath. "Albus leads a vigilante organization called the Order of the Pheonix. We were one of the few who fought against you-know-who and his followers in the last war. But ten years ago on July 31st, Harry Potter defeats you-know-who, and Wizarding Brittian is back to normal."

George smiled. "You're doing great, Ms. Figg. What happened to Harry Potter?"

"His parents were killed before Harry could defeat him. Dumbledore placed him with his mother's sister, the Dursleys, who died in a house fire. Since then, all we know is that Harry Potter is alive. No one knows where he is or what he's doing."

"Thank you so much. Is there anything you can tell me about the man himself?"

"Yes. Dumbledore is the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Supreme Wugmump of the ICW, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengmont. His reputation took a hit when the Potter boy disappeared, but he'll recover."

"Thank you, ma'am. You've been most helpful." He stood up. "As promised, the CIA will protect you. However, you must come with us to America."

"What about my friends?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am. But I can't protect you and your friends. Our offer only applies to you. Take it or leave it."

She hesitated, then sighed. "Fine, I'll come with you."

"I'm glad to be in the company of a reasonable person."Follow me." George took her to the airport and sent her on her way. After that, he joined his backup team behind the house. "We got what we came for. Dismissed."

The squad leader nodded. "Thanks for the party. Call any time."

The next day, at 4:00 PM EST, CIA HQ, Langley, Virginia

The "M-Crew" they jokingly called themselves, gathered in a small meeting room to discuss the intel that George… acquired. The spy also interviewed the woman a second time for more information. George sat at the head of the table. "This isn't enough to justify an official investigation, but now we know what type of person Dumbledore is and how to react to him."

David nodded. "What about Sirius Black? Any updates?"

"None. Figg didn't tell us anything we didn't already know."

"Figures."

Jocelyn watched the boys argue back and forth about how they could prove Sirius's innocence. As a no-magic herself, she knew little about anything related to magic. However, solving a mystery is like hacking. It takes prep work, time, and finesse. "Boys. If you would stop arguing, that would be great."

George gave her a dirty look. "Do you have any ideas on how to prove his innocence?

"I do, actually. But first…" She turned to David. "What spell, if any, was used to hide the Potters?"

David thought back to the newspapers he read and his time at Hogwarts. "They used a spell called the Fidellius. It removes the location from the map and the minds of people. However, it requires something called a secret keeper. The one who knows the location is the only one physically capable of leaking it."

George started to see where this was going. "And who was the secret keeper?"

"At first, it was Black. But he got too much heat. So they changed it."

"It wasn't James Potter. He wouldn't leak his own hiding spot just to get himself killed. So it was Pettigrew. And he's in the wind."

The female hacker smirked. "solving a mystery is like hacking. It takes prep work, time, and finesse. Something you two clearly didn't do and don't have."

George took mild offense to this. "I have finesse."

"Yeah. When seducing women at bars and convincing people to betray their country."

"Low blow."

"Doesn't make it any less true."

David cleared his throat. "You two can act like a married couple on your own time." They glared at him for that comment. "What are our next steps?"

George sobered up. "We need to find a way to get to Black. The director won't authorize a prison break because Black isn't an asset."

A lightbulb went off in David's head. "But what if he was?"

"Every asset is an asset for a reason. How can we justify that to the director? Or better yet, the world?"

Jocelyn sighed. "We can't. It's a great idea, but we don't have the power to follow through with it." She sighed. "This is a nightmare, and we're exhausted. We can work on this tomorrow."

Everyone nodded and left.

The next day, 8:00 AM EST, CIA HQ, Langley, Virginia, Small Meeting Room

The "M-Team" couldn't believe their luck. Sirius Orion Black escaped from Azkaban. David called them at 5:30 AM when he read the magical and muggle newspaper. David showed them the newspaper. "We should buy lottery tickets. Can you believe our luck?!"

George chuckled. "I don't know if I should celebrate or punch a wall. We spent all that time and energy looking for him when we could have just waited." He sighed. "What's passed is passed. All that matters now is finding him before the British do."

"And how do you plan on doing that?"

George used his spy smirk. "Do you like tea?"

Jocelyn gulped. "Yes?"

Two days later, Surrey Park

Sirius Black was in his dog form as ate some thrown-away food from the trash can in Surrey Park when he heard three voices.

"How do you know he'll be here?"

"Harry's relatives used to live near here, and Black will want to go to this area to check on him."

Another voice, this time female. "Fair enough. How will you convince him to come with us?"

"Sirius Orion Black is an international criminal in a country that kills first and asks questions later. If we get him to America, he can get a trial."

"And if he really is guilty?"

"Then we throw him in another cell and throw away the key. Either way, Black needs to get out of Europe. Alive."

Sirius thought about this. 'The Americans are looking for me? But why? I haven't done anything to them. Do they know I'm an animagus? No, they can't. We never registered.' He took a few deep breaths. 'I think I'll take my chances with the Americans.' He changed back into his human form and jogged toward the Americans. "Wait! I'm the man you're looking for!"

The one on the right was rendered speechless. "Sirius Orion Black?"

"That's me."

"You know, normally, finding an escaped convict takes weeks of searching. And is often very bloody."

"I'm innocent, I promise."

"We believe you. But you need to get out of the country if you want to prove that."

Sirius couldn't have been more relieved. "Who are you, people?"

Everyone showed their IDs, but the one on the right was still talking. "My name is Agent George Brewer. To my left is David, and to my right is Jocelyn Barclay. We're with the CIA, and we're here to offer you political asylum in exchange for telling us everything you can about the magical world."

Sirius vigorously nodded his head. "Deal. When do we leave?"

George pointed to the car behind him. "Whenever you want."

As they drove to the airport, Sirius had some questions. "What will happen to me when we arrive?"

"You will be arrested and interrogated. However, we do not believe in the Demontor's kiss. We will expedite your trial as much as possible, and you should be free within a month."

"What are American prisons like?"

"You will have your magic suppressed and put in a maximum security cell. But there will be no dementors. Everything will be okay as long as you cooperate."

"Thank you so much." His stomach rumbled. "You got any food?"

"There are refreshments and food on the plane."

Sirius nodded and fell asleep. The exhaustion finally caught up to him.

Time skip: One month, Washington, DC, White House, Oval Office

President Mason Franklin and Madam President Katherine Harding massaged their temples. Wizarding Europe through a hissy-fit when Sirius Black was found innocent and given citizenship in America. British Minister of Magic, Cornelius Oswald Fudge tried to "convince" the Americans to release Black to them but was thrown out of the country. Fudge was put on the list of people not allowed in the United States, magical and muggle. This came as a complete surprise to both world leaders. They were not briefed on any of this and had to think quickly to avoid looking like fools. Needless to say, Pres. Franklin would pay M-Team a visit in the coming days. But it wasn't a total loss. They managed to further alienate Wizarding Europe from the rest of the Wizarding world. A few countries listed them as persona non grata. This greatly amused the Americans. They thought about doing the same but having a way to communicate with Fudge was a must. Even if it was to pass along the middle finger.

Pres. Franklin sighed. "It seems M-Team needs to learn a lesson in keeping their superiors informed." He took another deep breath. "Madam President?"

Madam Pres. Harding nodded. "Yes, Mr. President?"

"Keep an eye on him. I want to know what his next moves are."

"Yes, sir. Is there anything else?"

"That'll be all."

Time skip: A few days later, Gringotts, Noon

George thanked the goblin who took care of Harry/Jarred by giving him a generous tip. When asked what the goblin did, the goblin said this. "He now has anti-mail wards and anti-tracking wards on him. He is now untraceable in the magical world. You may take him where you wish."

George nodded. "Thank you, Master Goblin. May your gold always flow, and your enemies die in a snake pit."

"Indeed."

George gently put a hand on Jarred/Harry's shoulder. The boy seemed happy and liked it when he was with the goblins. He said the goblins were neither mean nor nice to him. Merely indifferent. George smiled. "I'm glad the goblins are treating you well. Are you ready to begin your training?"

Jarred eagerly nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Good kid." They walked back to the car where David and Jocelyn were waiting. George got in the front seat with David while Harry was in the back with Jocelyn.

The ethical hacker looked at Jarred in a confused way. "What's so different about him now? I thought he was supposed to disappear?"

"And to the magicals, he did. He cannot receive letters and nothing short of blood magic can track him. Now we train him until he can hold his own in the world."

This made David worry. He knew about George and some of his exploits. Hell, he was a part of them. George is correct. Harry does need to be able to handle himself in the world, both muggle and magical. But what happens after that? Is he planning to turn Harry into a weapon to use against the magicals/wizards? His loyalty is unshakeable…but his ambitiousness may be his undoing. At least George wasn't a total monster. With Sirius Black out of prison and exonerated, he could legally adopt Jerred/Harry. He now has two invaluable assets at his disposal who are willing to turn wizarding Europe upside down to undo the damage that they've done. He sighed. 'At least his plan doesn't ruin lives.' In David's opinion, it is better to take a life than it is to ruin it. He learned that the hard way. He voiced his thoughts. "What are you planning to do with him?"

George saw no harm in answering truthfully. "The European Magicals are getting more problematic by the day. Rumor has it, Fudge tried to bully the President. Naturally, the was thrown out."

Jocelyn laughed. "Not in my backyard, bitch."

"Fudge only listens to people with large coffers and isn't smart enough to think on his own. As long as he's in office, we have the advantage."

Jocelyn wasn't a spy like George, so she didn't understand. "Why is that?"

"Fudge is incompetent and the corruption is so bad, that nothing will get done. Any form of retaliation will be stopped by his own administration. Meaning, we can run operations without interference from the British Ministry."

"What is your plan for the British Ministry?"

"Unknown. There are too many unknown factors. We'll deal with that later."

Time skip: Two days, Langley, Virginia CIA HQ, Meeting Room

M-Team along with Jerred/Harry and Sirius were in a meeting room. They had to decide what to do with Sirius. The consensus was to let him adopt Harry/Jerred as long as Harry and Sirius became CIA assets. Sirius took some convincing, but eventually agreed. Here's the catch. What will Harry/Jerred and Sirius do? Will they go straight to the field, or will they receive training? If so, how much?

George, being a pro at this, knew what needed to happen. "They need training. Black is an animagus. Let's make use of that. And the Potter boy is also famous. For a spy, fame and infamy are two of his greatest weapons."

David mostly agreed with this. "What kind of training? Will they take up your…line of work, or will they become general assets?"

"Both. Magical Europe, especially Britain, is a problem that continues to grow. They are the best chance we have of removing it."

"And how will you do that? All of our targets in that area are too popular to simply disappear."

Sirius punched the table. "GUYS! Don't talk about us like we're not here. And have you ever thought about asking what we want to do?"

George turned his attention to Black. "Alright, fine. What's your bright idea?"

Black sighed. "The Black family is a lot of things, but stupid is not one of them. In my childhood home is a book of every dirty little secret we've collected over the years. Unfortunately, only a member of the Black family can enter."

George smiled like he won the lottery. 'Jackpot!' "Do you remember any of them?"

Sirius took a few moments to call up the memories. "The Cablle and Goyle families are known for their poor physical health. Spread the dates out far enough, and no one will wonder why they had a heart attack or stroke."

"We can work with that. What about parties? Would anyone be suspicious if we mixed pharmaceuticals and liquor?"

"Only if it happens too many times. Most wizards are only aware of magical poisons and diseases." He froze for a moment. "What are fam-a-su-dic-les?"

"Muggle medication. When you mix them with alcohol, they can cause nausea and vomiting, headaches, drowsiness, fainting, and/or loss of coordination. In high enough doses, can shut off the part of the brain that controls the heart and lungs. Will wizards recognize it?"

"If it really is medication, I doubt it will show up in most detection spells. If they bother to check at all."

George's smirk unnerved them all. "Lady and gentlemen, we have a plan of action."

The next day, Director's Office

The Director of the Central Intelligence Agency analyzed the files put on his desk by George Brewer. "You're asking me to approve an assassination in an allied country?"

The spy nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Give me one reason why I should allow this."

"The wizards/magicals do not exist in anyone's records. And if they do, they can't say anything without revealing themselves. Also, some of these men have a bounty on their heads outside of Brittian. If we are caught, we are bounty hunters hired by a third party."

"And who will carry out these assassinations? That's a lot of targets for one man."

"It is. Which is why I will kill the Cabbles, Goyles, and the Carrows. Jerred will begin his "tasks" when he is ready."

"And you're sure you can get away with this?"

"Yes, sir. The Cabbles and Goyles are fat and in poor health. And the Carrows are wanted dead or alive in 17 other countries including the US and many third parties."

The director massages his head. "Permission granted. But if you screw this up, I will have you analyzing terrorist bank transactions until the day you retire. Do you understand me?"

"Sir, yes sir."

"Dismissed."

George walked out of his boss's office and into the waiting room where the rest of his team was waiting. Jocelyn stood up. "Well? What's the verdict?"

"Operation: Magic Trick is a go. But we'll be analyzing terrorist transaction reports until we retire."

"When do we leave?"

"We won't be leaving the training site. I will but hunting our targets while you and a few others train Jerred in hard skills."

David nodded. He didn't want to do fieldwork anyway. "Will you teach him soft skills?"

"Yes. Languages, persuasion, lying, and staying calm under pressure."

"When do you leave?"

"In a few weeks. Our targets aren't going anywhere."

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