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HP Notes: Harry Potter = Jarred Moore.

Notes: Harry Potter = Jarred Moore. API = Armor Piercing Incendiary Round. FMJ = Full Metal Jacket. AP = Armor Piercing. CQC = Close Quarters Combat. White Arsenic = Poison. It causes severe heart attacks, brain damage, and seizure. It is extremely fatal. Inconsistent time skip formats because I want to know what people think looks the best. Lots of time skips. OTF = Out the Front.

Warnings: Real drugs are mentioned and used.

Chapter 4: Operation: Magic Trick

CIA HQ, Shooting Center

Harry watched a sniper team practice their skills on the shooting range. He thought it looked fun but didn't want to hurt himself or someone else. He nervously approached one of them and tugged on his sleeve. "Excuse me, sir?" He said timidly.

Shepherd Hull looked down at what pulled on his pant leg. What he saw infuriated him. Not because he hated children. But because almost every criminal and "cop" followed this rule. Do not involve children. He turned to his friend and started whispering. "I am going to shoot whoever decided to make an asset out of a seven-year-old boy."

His friend nodded. "That's despicable." He saw the kid getting nervous, so he knelt down and smiled. "'Sup, kiddo. What can Fireteam: Roughneck do for you?"

Harry shifted uncomfortably and pointed to the sniper rifle. "Can you teach me how to shoot that gun?"

Shepherd's friend felt his mind go blank. 'What have they been teaching this kid?' "Why would you want to do that?"

He looked at the ground. "Mr. Brewer said I need to learn hard skills. He told me I needed to learn how to shoot. And I don't see any teachers."

Shepherd forced himself to keep a straight face. 'I am going to murder that man.' "What's your name, kiddo?"

"Jarred Moore."

If Shepherd wasn't involved with something highly classified before, he certainly was now. No matter what he says, his career will go in a very different direction. "Alright, Jerred. I'll teach you how to use a sniper rifle if you promise to follow every order I give you to the letter."

"I understand, sir."

"Good kid."

Shepherd taught Harry/Jerred how to shoot the Barrett M82A1. Harry was knocked flat on his ass the first time he shot one. And that is how they learned not to prank someone with an API round on the first shot. Those things have a little more kick than the FMJ or AP ones. Jerred/Harry missed most of his targets but showed signs of improvement as time went on. Jerred/Harry would never be a CIA Sniper, but that doesn't mean he was bad at it. He just needed some practice.

After a few hours, Shepherd took the rifle from Harry/Jerred. "Alright, kiddo, that's enough for today. It's time for bed."

Harry nodded. "Thank you for your time, sir."

"No problem, kiddo."

Time skip, the next day, noon, shooting room

Jerred/Harry inspected the unloaded Walther P22. It felt heavy in his hands. Yet it didn't feel wrong. He watched someone do it and succeeded. He made the unfortunate error of not wearing ear protection. He dropped the gun and stumbled around like a drunkard. His ears hurt like hell and his balance was all out of wack.

He felt a soft pair of arms hold him steady. "Careful, buddy. Everyone makes a mistake like that. Thankfully, they only do it once."

Jarred/Harry slowly regained his bearings. "Thank you, ma'am."

"No problem, kiddo. Now let's get back to pistol shooting. With ear protection."

Time skip, six months, noon, shooting room

The past six months were the hardest but most fruitful for Jerred/Harry. His personality changed. And his hard skills improved by leaps and bound. His shooting is good enough for now, and CQC is excellent for his age. Unfortunately, it would be some time before his body matured past eleven years old.

Meanwhile, George, Ridge Outside Carrow Manor, Saturday

Today was Electo and Amycus Carrow's birthday. Even though they were not related, they still shared the same birthday. This couldn't have been better for George. That meant he wouldn't have to find a way to kill both without raising questions. If everything went well, today would be a good day.

George looked through the scope of his sniper rifle. The Carrows were and still are wanted in many places by many people. It was too easy to convince some girl named Daphne Greengrass to sprinkle some white arsenic on the birthday cake. The girl was sharp, but not sharp enough. Not against someone who was in the intelligence community longer than she's been alive. He caught her wondering in Diagon Alley and told her the Carrow couple liked extra salt on their birthday cake. A total lie, but that much White Arsnic would kill them in under two minutes. He did feel slightly guilty about involving a child, but there was no way the person would get in trouble. He smirked as the Carrow couple got to eat the first slice of cake before everyone else. '3…2…1…'

The poison kicked in almost instantly. The Carrow twins started foaming at the mouth, and their blood pressure went through the roof. They quickly began seizing out. Everyone jumped away from the food and vanished it. No one wanted to take any risks. The on-site doctors tried all the purging spells they knew, but nothing happened. Here's the thing about As2O3, also known as White Arsenic. It is a way to treat some kinds of cancer and diseases. But too much of it is lethal. Magic thinks the person took too much medication, so only a purging potion would work. Too bad they didn't have any on hand. The Carrow couple died in under five minutes, and no one knew how.

The Next Monday, Hogwarts, Great Hall, 19:00, Daphne Greengrass

Daphne wanted to puke. She was tricked, fooled, bamboozled, whatever you want to call it. But that wasn't what bothered her. No one is perfect and she's only eleven. However, she was inadvertently responsible for the murder of a pureblood lord and lady. Yes, they were evil. But they were still human. Soon, she could no longer hold it and rushed to the girls' bathroom to vomit. And vomit, she did. Lunch and dinner left her stomach in a hurry. She sat on the stall floor, not caring that it was nasty, and cried. "What have I done?!"

It wasn't quick either. They drowned in their own saliva and muscle spasms.e

The look of desperation and horror was burned into her memory. She spent the next 90 minutes crying her eyes out.

Time skip, one month, The Leaky Cauldron, Goyle Sr.

Goyle Sr. And Cabble Sr. were having the time of their lives. Some mudblood was buying drinks for them and their friends. Suddenly, they felt the alcohol kick in and passed out on the floor of the bar. They didn't catch the smirk of the overly generous "mudblood."

George smirked when he saw them fall on the floor. He put enough heroin and morphine in their last round to kill an elephant. The wizards might recognize the former, but the latter is an unknown substance. It would be hours before anyone found out what happened. And those two men have so many enemies, no one will know who to blame it on.

George finished all the assassinations he could safely do in the allotted time. Now they play the waiting game while training Jerred/Harry to be the best he can be.

Time skip: Three years

It's been three years since George rescued Jarred/Harry from the Dursleys. The boy has changed greatly since then. He is stronger, more confident, smarter, a better shooter, a better liar, and speaks English, Russian, Polish, and Arabic fluently, He has two black belts in Karate and Tai Kwan Do and prefers OTF knives. His wand was made from Elderwood and the core was Basilisk venom. Unyielding and best for darker spells. Perfect for Jerred/Harry. He learned the standard magics from private tutors, but the M-Team knew the basic cutting hex wasn't good enough. So they spent months locating a book known as Magic Most Evil. This book held some of the darkest spells and rituals known to man. Some of which Jerred/Harry promised everyone never to even look into. The organ rotting curse didn't bother George as much as the Horcrux did. He threatened to lock Harry in Sunspot Prison if he made one.

Jarred/Harry didn't have much field experience, but he wasn't completely green either. George took him to the middle east to track down terrorists and eliminate them. Tracking will never be Harry's strong suit, but he's still good at it. The CIA Director and M-Team were briefed about the events in Wizarding Europe. The Tri-Wizard tournament was being reinstated. Something that pissed the rest of the world off to no end. The British outed themselves once again. After reading the rulebook, they saw several ways out of it. But Dumbledore wouldn't allow that. Jerred/Harry had no choice but to go to Hogwarts for a year. But that doesn't mean he has to go unprepared. His clothes were reinforced, his pockets could hold a small arsenal, and the modified electronics would work at Hogwarts. From cell phones to remote detonators to TV remotes. The Tri-Wizard Trourny was an unexpected bump in their plan, but it was not the worst.

By approving the final stages of Operation: Magic Trick, the director of the Central Intelligence Agency knew that the body count would get a lot higher in the coming months. "M-Team, Operation: Magic Trick is a go. May God have mercy on us all."

A few days later, Aug 31st, Albus Dumbledore, 19:00, Headmaster's Office

A few days ago, Dumbledore made plans to enter Harry James Potter into the Goblet of Fire. This was the last thing he could think of to make Harry come home. The names would be announced on Holloween. It wasn't as easy to make this happen. He made a 4th school named The Greater Good that Harry would enter under. Tom must be revived so that Harry can defeat him when the time is right. Neville stopped Tom the past few times, but not this time. The problem had to get worse before it could get better.

Meanwhile, London International Airport, 02:00 BST

M-Team and a few others exited their private plane at London International Airport. Today was August 31st. The day before the kids went to Hogwarts. Their plan was simple. Smuggle Harry/Jerred and as many weapons as he can carry into Hogwarts while everyone else kills marked and unmarked Death Eaters. There is a time and a place for convoluted plans, and this is not it.

Harry/Jerred sighed. "Did Langley update the mission files?"

George Brewer nodded. "They did. They'll be emailed to you by tonight."

"How should we do this? Espionage? Assassination? False bodyguard?"

"We'll go after the Death Eaters. Your job is to give our adversaries hell and prevent the heirs from joining Voldemort."

"Then I need to get into Slytherin. What about Greengrass?"

"You read those books. Figure it out."

Jerred/Harry thought about it. "Greengrass needs counseling more than anything. I'll have to do that without outing myself. Malfoy is a lost cause, but heir and Lord can't turn up dead without problems."

"Indeed. Your main objective is Dumbledore. Voldemort must be revived before he becomes a priority."

"And the Ministry?"

"Let us handle Fudge. He'll shut up when he finds a rat nailed to his door."

The Next Day, Hogwarts Express

Harry Potter/Jerred Moore sat alone in an empty compartment. He couldn't help but remember how many weapons he was carrying and how little it weighed. There was a small armory in his robes. The best part, it only added two pounds. He thought about his objectives. 'Dumbledore is easy. Keep him on his toes, and he'll make a careless mistake. Greengrass will be difficult. We're only doing this to cover our tracks. She's useless, otherwise.''' He took a deep breath. 'One thing at one time, and first thing's first.' Greengrass. Approaching her would be difficult, but not–His thoughts trailed off when the girl walked in. Daphne's eyes were still red and the make-up poorly hid the bags under her eyes. 'Talk about lucky. Might as well nip this in the bud.' "Good afternoon, Ms. Greengrass."

She responded as the Slytherin Ice Queen would. "Good morning."

Harry/Jerred smiled. "Good morning, Ms. Greengrass."

"How are you this fine morning?"

"I am fine, thank you."

"Excellent. May I stay in this cart with you?"

Daphne nodded and went back to her book. Well, she would have if her Slytherin sense wasn't raising enough red flags to start a parade. "I've never seen you before. What is your name?"

Harry/Jarred smiled. "Jarred Moore. I'm a 4th-year transfer from America."

"A late to change schools."

The boy laughed convincingly. "Tell that to my parents. Something about wanting to go to the best school in the world. Clearly, she's lost her marbles. Didn't a student die two years ago?"

Daphne cringed. "Yes. Ginerva Weasley. A cursed diary was placed in her school bag. It possessed her and dragged her to the Chamber of Secrets."

Harry interrupted her. "That place is real?" He was telling the truth. Harry studied everything there was to know about Hogwarts–from its founding to the present. The only mention of the Chamber of Secrets was 54 years ago. A half-giant named Hagrid was blamed for the murder of a girl named Murtle. Dumbledore bailed him out. M-Team was skeptical about this. A corpse at a school would cause a riot. And a giant spider doesn't cause instant death.

"It is. Neville rescued her and killed the monster in the chamber. How on Earth he succeeded is a total mystery."

Harry/Jarred nodded. He also decided a change in subject was in order. "What made you go to Slytherin?"

Daphne didn't outwardly react. "My willingness to do almost anything to get what I want."

"Then we have a lot in common. We may become housemates."

Harry/Jarred and Daphne engaged in causal conversation for a few more minutes before taking a nap. After all, the train ride is seven hours long.

Seven hours later, Hogwarts opening feast

Harry Potter/Jarred Moore joined the first years before sitting down at a random table. He felt his training kick in when he observed the other students. The first through fourth-year students meant little to him. There were no purebloods of real importance after the tWeaslette was killed. Everyone above that was of major interest to him and/or the United States. Samatha Zabini, Blaise Zabini's mother, has a bounty on her head worth $1M dead and $2M alive. And Draco's father was and still is wanted for treason, espionage, use of the unforgivables, ten known murders, and three rapes internationally. No one outside of Britain would complain about Lucius Malfoy's "tragic" death.

The sorting hat called his "real" name. "Harry James Potter."

Harry/Jarred got up and sat down while the Deputy Headmistress put the sorting hat on his head.

The hat Hmmed. "Very interesting."

Harry made his intentions clear. "If you rat me out, I will kill you and every man, woman, and child you tell."

The hat laughed. "Relax, Mr. Moore. I couldn't tell your secrets even if I wanted to. Now, then. Where to sort you?" He thought for a moment. "Hufflepuff is out. You have a very different definition of loyalty than they do. So is Gryffindor. Half of them would be found dead in a ditch by Christmas. Ravenclaw?"

Harry shook his head. "I'm not a scholar. And Ravenclaws are useful until they figure out I'm using them for information."

The hat raised his voice. "Then it better be SLYTHERIN!"

Harry/Jarred walked down to the Slytherin table. "Hello, everyone. I was raised in America and went to school there. Please treat me well." His smile was kind and warm, but his eyes were mean and cold. No one noticed that.

Draco glared at the newcomer. "Potter! You don't belong here! I never thought I'd see the day when a half-blood came to Slytherin."

Harry/Jerred put his fork down. 'So close. I'll start dinner later.' He changed to a sarcastic tone. "Draco Malfoy. Your father is a wanted man in over seventeen countries including the United States. But I wonder how much money I would get for his heir. 50,000? 60,000? Maybe more if I bring you back alive." He added an edge to his voice. "There's more than one way to get away with murder, Malfoy. You should know that better than anyone." The Great Hall fell silent halfway into his speech. Harry/Jarred raised one eyebrow. "Thank you. I'll be here all year."

An Auror with scars on his face and fake eye looked at Harry/Jarred approvingly. "Well done, lad. There is no curse more powerful than information and no shield stronger than CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"

Harry nodded. "Indeed. If anyone is looking to get rich, show up at the American Embassy with Malfoy Sr. or Jr.'s body. Dead or alive."

Dumbledore resorted to intimidation this time. "Thank you, Alistair. You may be seated." Mad-eye, unafraid, nodded. Dumbledore decided to address Harry's last bit of information later.

Dumbledore was having an internal panic attack. 'How does he know that?! Better yet, why does he know what? And how did Potter escape his aunt? I made sure he couldn't leave.' Dumbledore thought about it. 'Did Vernon get too rough with Harry? Or was he doing something shady that got him and his family killed?' Nevertheless, he cleared his throat and approached the podium. "To the new students, I welcome you to the hallowed halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To those returning, welcome back. We have a few announcements. I am sad to announce that Quidditch is canceled this year in place of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Only those of age will be allowed to enter. And there will be wards in place to prevent overambitious students from entering. The winner will earn G1,000 and eternal glory. If you care enough about petty things such as money and fame enough to risk life and limb and are of age, by all means, enter. But be warned. If you are selected, you cannot back out unless you die."

The Hogwarts Headmaster let that sink in. "And the forbidden forest is still off-limits for those who wish to keep all four limbs attached and their souls inside their bodies. Also, Alistair Moody is our newest DADA professor. That is all. Dig in."

The name Alistair Moody felt familiar to Jarred/Harry for reasons unknown. He made a mental note to call his boss about it.

It's been a while, I know. But here it is. Harry/Jarred outing himself on