Summary: After killing Voldemort, Harry is banished and many Death Eaters escaped Azkaban on bribes. Having little choice, Harry transferred all of his money into an American Bank and converted it into USD. At first, he was a hit man for the United States for both magical and muggle but after several successful deployments, the CIA took an interest in him. Unlike in the UK, muggle and magic aren't separated so much so imagine their surprise when "The Boy Who Lived" is found standing over two dark wizards with a gun in his hand.

Notes: Burn Notice crossover. Lots of time skips in chapter 1. I won't show Harry's time in Basic. I will use names from other TV shows but this is a Burn NoticexHarry Potter crossover only. This is just

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Chapter 1: Missions

Harry James Potter couldn't help but admire the beauty that is Washington D.C. He was always amazed by how busy it was and how everyone seemed to find the perfect balance between watching out for themselves and watching out for others. And the skyscrapers always left him in awe. 'How can one building be so tall without being magical?' He thought.

Harry walked to the nearest park and sat on the bench. It wasn't far; just a few hundred feet. He didn't know the name of the park, just that it was one of the best-looking ones he'd ever seen. The trees were still green and the grass was even greener. The flowers seemed to grow from everywhere but the sandbox, and watching the children play and the couples on dates made him happy for some reason. Sitting in places like this helped him relax and think about his problems in a productive way. Like the one where everyone in the magical world is looking for him for one reason or another. The American branch of Gringotts could keep a secret but it would cause a problem if a random wizard found him and caught him with his pants down. Metaphorically, of crouse.

But the thought of getting caught gave him an idea. 'Every magical country in the world would kill to have me on their side. If show up and say I want to be an Auror, then I guess I'm an Auror.' He had everything he needed. Wallet, ID, Gringotts Card, his wand, and the Elder Wand. Being an Auror for the Americans would pay far more than being one in Europe and they probably got better training. Something about wanting to keep their Aurors alive when they risk their lives to fight the scum of the Earth.

The Potter boy got up from the bench and made his way to the nearest magical phone booth and tapped his wand on the phone, causing the magical elevator to kick in and take him many feet underground. 'Magical City.' Not very creative but easier to pronounce. It looked a lot like Daigon Alley but instead of looking like it was from the Midevil Era, it was almost a carbon copy of D.C. Giant buildings, shops, cafes, restaurants, banks, and the works. And the technology was far ahead of the UK as well. He saw electronics stores, hardware stores, and even a firearm manufacturer/seller. Harry laughed at that one. No matter how corrupt his homeland was/is, only a select few actually had the balls to use lethal force.

Using common sense, he concluded that the Auror Recruitment Building must be somewhere in that area and after some searching, he found it. 'This should be interesting. The Beurochrat at the counter is about to have one hell of a day.' When Harry Potter entered the building, he was surprised to see it was so busy. 'I got off the plane at 2:30 AM Eastern Standard Time. I'm tired but I need to get this done ASAP.' He waited patiently at the back of the line for his turn.

20 minutes later

"Not qualified, next!" Yelled the man behind the recruiter's desk. The guy the recruiter was talking to walked out of the building without another word and Harry stepped up to the desk. "Full name, DoB, SSN, ID, and desired field." It was technically a question but came out as an order.

"Harry James Potter, Jully 31, 1980, no idea, here it is, and no idea."

The man behind the desk seemed to go AFK, IRL for a bit. "Let me see that." The man grabbed Harry's ID out of his hand and inspected it 'Yep, it's definitely him. "You were born in a cheap-ass motel instead of a hospital in a different county that doesn't use Social Security Numbers so it makes sense that you don't have one. 'You been to the doctor recently for a physical?"

"No, sir."

"..." The man had to pause and let that sink in. "Okay. Do you have a parent or guardian sir?" He cut himself off there. "Right, stupid question. Albus Dumbledore but you turned 17. We'll take care of that stuff later so tell me what you wanna do."

Harry shrugged. "I don't know."

The man smirked evilly. 'Perfect.' "Well, you could stay stateside and work domestic threats with the National Guard."

"I thought magic and muggle were totally separated. Especially military."

"Not here, kid. Here, they work alongside each other. But don't worry, only the higher-ups know if a person can use magic. It's highly classified and the penalty for leaking it is death. Anyway, you can join the Army and do dry work overseas, and don't worry, you'll have plenty of dark wizards and other scumbags to put in the ground as you go. Or you can join the Marines and depending on your test scores, you could go anywhere you want."

Harry knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to join the Army. It would send him places he could never imagine and he knew it. Now if only he knew what boot camp was. "I want to join the Army."

"Good choice. Come back in two days and we'll have everything sorted out."

Langley, Virginia: CIA Office building, 24 hours later

"Hey, kid. Guess who just arrived in D.C?"

"Let me guess. Some drug dealer who needs to take a hike or a Russian spy. You know, I think Russia deserves a bit of mercy after what happened last time."

The man in the black suit with a red tie laughed. "I'm proud of you kid. You moved like a ghost through the streets of Moscow and turned yourself into a ghost story. You know, some people don't believe you exist."

"Yeah, yeah, now tell me what poor soul came into town this time."

"Harry James Potter. Born in London and grew up almost the same way you did. All of Europe has a bounty on his head. Everything you need to know is in the file and yes, magic is real. Trust me, I had a hard time believing it myself until I was almost killed by it."

"Assassination, kidnapping, recon, framing? What the's job?"

"Recon. The Head of Aurors for Magical City reported seeing him and the BRASS wants to know if he'll be worth the trouble of recruiting. Think of it this way, you can make a new friend."

"Thank you. Anything else?"

"No, good luck."

Magical City: Recruitment Station: the next day

"Well, Mr. Potter, everything is squared away and ready to go. Good luck at boot camp."

Harry did some research and found out what boot camp and basic training are and was a little worried he might die but the thought didn't stick around. 'No one in this world is meaner than the enemy so it can't be that bad.' He had no idea what kind of hell awaited him.

Three months later

It took quite some time to deal with Harry's vision problems and increase his bone density but the medical procedures and basic training did wonders for him overall. His hair was too short to be combed at the moment but he was lean, muscular, and even gained five inches. He was an Armyman now and could become an Army Ranger. Truth be told, he didn't know what he wanted to do after Basic but some guy named Mitch recommended he join the rangers. A 61-day program that was supposed to make him an even better person. Still, Harry went for it.

Six months later

Harry Potter graduated from Ranger School and was ready for deployment. High BRASS sent him to Russia for some reason. 'Talk about starting your career with a bang.' His unit was only there to monitor the situation in case they got any bright ideas but nothing happened. 'Thank Merlin for that.' It was boring and tense and they had to find ways to divert anyone who got too curious without killing them lest all of Russia come down on them. It was cold, lonely, and hell on the nerves but they did their job but collecting intel and making sure nothing bad was about to happen. But now. there seemed to be a hold-up for some reason so, in the meantime, he practiced the spells he learned in magical basic.

Magical Basic Training impressed Harry quite a bit. They taught him spells that would get him executed for just knowing back in Europe and even taught him how to use his element…which turned out to be fire. It was weak because he waited until he was 18 ½ to train it but it was definitely there. Harry was just chilling in his bunk, alone, because everyone else was either relaxing or doing something when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in." It was his commanding officer. He stood at attention. "My apologies, sir. I didn't know it was you."

"At ease. I got good news for you, Mr. Magician. You're going to Magical Iraq to hunt magical terrorists. You're one lucky son of a bitch, you know that."

"Sir?"

"When you're hunting wizards, you don't have to worry too much about starting an international incident because you guys technically don't exist. You're just fairy tales. Anyway, you ship out in six hours. Pack your things, Mr. Magician, and happy hunting."

"Thank you, sir."

One month later, Baghdad, Iraq

When Harry Potter got to Iraq, the last thing he expected after getting off the troop transport was to meet John White and be given a fancy suit, a special cell phone, a 9mm Berretta, and that he had almost no rules when it came to hunting magical terrorists. Something about spooks getting special privileges. He didn't know what a spook was but it sounded like an insult though he didn't say anything about it. He just did what he was told. Choose a target and capture or kill him.

His first mission, kill Selima Rafiqa and his cronies. Wanted for killing several innocent people along with six other people and almost revealed their existence to the world. The wizarding world had been hunting these men for years and decided to hunker down here in the middle-class area of the city. It was perfect. All his targets are in one general area. That being said, he decided to bring a grenade just in case they were all in one room.

A few hours later

As he approached the house, he realized it was getting dark and that there wasn't as much noise and that put him at a disadvantage. On the other hand, law enforcement, whatever that looked like, would take longer to arrive and give him more time to escape. He decided it was worth the risk. He used a basic Alohomora to open the door quietly, took out his silenced gun, and searched for his enemies. He didn't speak much of the language so he couldn't read anything in the area but he did find and kill 5/6 guys. 'Wait, ⅚?!' He searched the house thoroughly and couldn't find anything but he did hear the sound of an AK being loaded. 'Found him.' Harry Potter snuck through the hallways, got behind him, and pulled the trigger. 'Six out of six. Much better. I better get out of here before shit gets messy.'

He pulled out his phone and dialed Jon's number. "It's done."

"Good work. Izz al-Din Kamil is your next target. He should be alone."

"Am I allowed to ask where you got this intel?"

"Call me when it's done." Jon hung up.

The Potter boy shrugged and went to find his next scumbag.

Langley, Virginia: CIA Office building, Five days later

"Impressive. He did all that on the same day he arrived? I'm impressed. He's almost as good as you." Said Tom Card.

America's best spy nodded. "He is good. Six people were dead and no one noticed anything until the electric company got tired of bills not being paid and showed up at their house and found their bodies. Think he's worth it?"

"Yes, or at least, he will be. He's missing a lot of the soft skills a spy needs to survive but he'll figure it out. He's also quite the killer. Remind you of someone?"

"Larry Sizemore. This kid can't be that bad already and it doesn't look like he's about to walk into an exploding oil well in the pacific ocean."

"Get to him before anyone else does. Langley does not want someone like him slipping through the cracks."

Miami, Florida, Three years later

One of the scumbags Harry was tracking was scheduled to land in Miami in just a few hours. Leader of a drug cartel that was about to let a shit tone of narcotics into America that would kill millions. Eligio Álvaro was public enemy number one and he needed to go. Right now, he was on the tarmac disguised as an airplane technician waiting for the plane to land and when Eligio Álvaro exited, he would kill him and his two guards. As he waited for the plane to land, he reflected on what it took to get here. He hunted this man across Mexico, Puerto Rico, and Brazil before he finally caught a break and learned he would be in Florida in three days. It was a long six months but at least he learned Spanish. His target just stepped out of the plane. 'Eligio Álvaro, your time has come.' He let the three bad guys walk a little bit closer before putting one in two of their heads and a piercing curse in the other. Harry had no doubt this would make the news, he could say it now. "Leader of Mexican Drug Cartel murdered after getting off his plane!" He slowly walked away from the area, changed back into his suit, and left before anyone was any wiser. His destination, is Langley, Virginia, CIA HQ to be specific. 'What could the CIA want with me? Then again, I've been a spy for the last several months without actually being a spy so maybe they want to make it official?' Harry didn't know but did as he was told.

Langley, Virginia

Harry got off the plane and got a phone call from Jon White. He answered it. "Long time, no call. So far, it's either cryptic text messages or some poor messenger that gets to meet the grim reaper."

Jon laughed a little. "You know, some people don't believe you exist. They think you're some story designed by the enemy or a bedtime story to trick kids into behaving. Regardless, I'm not your boss anymore. Some intelligence analyst is."

"Interesting. Think the BRASS got tired of the body count?"

Jon laughed again. "To be honest, kid, I think it's the opposite. Your skills at hunting magical and non-magical terrorists are second only to Michael Westen himself."

"Wait, he's real?"

"Yep, just like you. They say that wherever he goes, death follows. Sound familiar?"

"Whatever. Someone's calling me, I'll call you later." Harry hung up and walked over to where he heard his name being called. He saw two men in suits but one of them had a red tie and the other didn't. Harry was skeptical. Guys in suits plus CIA badges meant something was up. "What's the occasion?"

"Hello, Harry Potter? Or would you prefer Icíar Alondra? What about Prokhor Lavr?"

"Harry is fine. So, Mr. Tom Card and Michael Westen, why am I here?"

Tom gestured towards his limo. "We'll talk in the car." When they got in the car, Tom got straight to the point. "You're here because the magical UK has gone to hell and it's causing all sorts of problems for non-magical Europe as well. You spent three years hunting random terrorists and traitors but now your targets will be mostly in that area. The original plan was to teach you all the soft skills a spy needs but thankfully, we can skip most of that. Still, you must take martial arts classes and you will read this book."

Harry took the book. 'How To Be A Bad Man.' "I'll read it later."

"Thought so. You have two months to finish that book and get as far as you can in martial arts. Good luck, kid."

Time skip: Three months: Diagon Alley

Hadrian Potter was glad no one recognized him because if they did, the body count would get very high, very quickly. It helped that the shoes he was wearing made him look two inches taller and his hair was brown instead of black. And he got rid of his stupid glasses. His first target made him want to jump for joy. Lucious Malfoy was having a meeting with Bellatrix Lestrange and his goal was to kill both of them, throw the bodies out on the street, and then make his getaway.

Harry was able to find the place because everyone was avoiding it for some reason and it stank of death. 'Only one group of people create that stench.' Getting past the wards was easy because anything too strong and/or dark would be caught and neither of them wanted to deal with that. Just a basic detection and repelling ward. Easy to get around undetected. Harry opened the door quietly and crept through the building. It looked like a shop of some kind. Three-story building so it must have had a bedroom of some kind.

When he heard their familiar and hated voices, he drew his wand and gun. 'I've been waiting for this for a long time.' Harry blew open the door with an exploding hex, shot Bellatrix in the head, and put three in Lucious' chest and one in the head. He looked at the ceiling. 'Two more death eaters are gone. About damn time.' He heard footsteps and familiar voices. 'Shit, that's Ron Author!' I need to scram!' He tried to apparate but couldn't and the only safe way out was the front door which was blocked by the Order of the Pheonix. 'Aaaaand the body count just went waaaaaayyyy up.' Right before they opened the door, Harry fired his gun to make it look like he just killed one of the death eaters.

When Ron saw the dead bodies, he wanted to puke. There was so much blood and Lucious had four holes in him, eight if you count the ones in the back. "Well if it isn't Harry Potter? Come back to murder more people?"

Harry sighed. "You weren't supposed to see this Ron. If you and your friends go back the way you came, I won't say anything to my superiors." 'Well, that was a fucking lie. I think I'll talk about this in extra detail.'

"You know we can't do that, Harry. We came here to capture dark wizards so we'll do just that. If we can't have those two, we'll take you instead."

"You don't wanna do this, Ron. I work for some very powerful people and if you attack me, I will kill you and I won't be punished."

Ron smirked as three other people Harry didn't recognize joined him. "No, I really want to do this."

Before Ron could get one spell off, Harry shot him in the head, killed Author with a piercing hex to the heart, and killed the other three with a knife at point-blank range. Harry sighed. 'Someone will take notice. I better scram before more show up.' As he was walking out of the area, he speed-dialed Tom's number. "Someone from my past recognized me and caught me after I eliminated my targets. He had four others with him. All of them are dead and I'm being hunted by every auror in the UK right now. Where is the nearest safe house?"

"There is none. Get to the London International Airport and there will be people waiting for you and they will be armed. Get going."

"On it." 'Time to pull a Michael Westen.'

The magical UK was more determined to find The Boy Who Lived than Harry thought. They already had people looking for him and he left a trail of bodies trying to protect himself before he finally got to the airport and even that was a disaster. He put 20 wizards in the ground with his wand after he ran out of ammo and when the men who were supposed to rescue him finally, showed up, he didn't need it. Everyone that was pursuing him either gave up or had their breathing privileges taken away. He was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You alright? That was pretty impressive. Not even I could do something like that."

"Hey, Michael." He sighed. "Will this make international news?"

"Doubt it. Your gun was always silenced and you used a lot of basic spells. There will be something about a local terrorist attack but the magical UK can't say without having their crimes exposed to the world. Take a nap, kid. It's a 12-hour flight home."

Harry crashed right then and there.

This was just an experiment. If it's a bad story, it's a bad story. I'll see what kind of reviews I get. This was just an idea that popped into my head one day.