CyberTech Worlds Clash

Chapter VII

Code Reds

The next evening Ginny and Amy were still talking Harry to death about how cool The Cyber Knight was when 'he' saved Harry's sister at Diagon Alley the day before.

He was finding it a little disturbing as he knew they knew, and they knew he knew they knew, and yet they were talking about The Cyber Knight in hero worship. Though some of the naughty things the girl would like to do with him made Harry realise that Amy and Ginny were evil masterminds in the tease department.

However, Harry had other concerns than his beautiful sister and her beautiful best friend wanting him to know that they were 'funny'.

That morning Seraph had reported an attempted hack into his satellite systems from the United States and it didn't take long for it to be tracked back to Stark Industries.

Harry had been quite pissed as he decided on the upfront approach and video called Stark. The man had supposedly not realised that the satellite he was trying to borrow was not a public sector communications satellite, and even had the cheek to ask whether he could borrow that one and a couple more.

Well Harry wasn't stupid, so he wasn't going to just allow that without reason. He was informed that the Avengers suspected some code blues were really covered up code reds within the UK. Harry was pretty-pissed Stark knew more about sorcerers than he did until recently.

Stark then went and brought up Shield giving them the info for them to investigate but they didn't have enough satellites in their grid to pick up magic. Harry was quick to think on his feet and said if they send over their information that he'll investigate the matter and keep them informed. He had known it was only a matter of time until others noticed, and he knew to save a lot of innocent people (from the magical world) he had to stall for as long as he could, (to at least stop Shields involvement). Stark had seemed sceptical, but he ended up reluctantly agreeing as he had little choice.

From the new information he was given, Harry realised it was a Metahuman that gave Shield the information. It seemed that Voldemort had been hunting non-mage with superpowers in his spare time. It was believed 'he' (meaning Voldemort, as they had not yet gotten a name) was trying to use magic to discover the key to meta-powers (or replicate them somehow).

That's all the world needed; that dickhead with even more power. Though, from what Harry knew of the magical dickheads that it was unlikely that Voldemort or any of his pathetic followers knew anything about genetics, so all that left them with was potentially figuring out the science behind their powers, which would be impossible for a bunch of primitives who thought magic was as magical as they did.

Harry was pretty-certain there was more to magic than the mumbo-jumbo they taught and learnt. It was only a matter of time until someone somewhere who knew what they were doing discovered the secrets of magical shit. Amy and Ginny did not appreciate Harry calling it magical shit. They may have been proud traitors to their magical idiots, but they were still proud witches with adorable scowls.

Wondering at the force of giants at Voldemort's command, Harry was curious as to what he offered them to fight for him; maybe they would take a better offer. Though, that was unlikely according to the few books on giants they now had. They hated humans like them. The 'light' as it was weren't very good at keeping to their deals.

Harry prided himself on keeping to an agreement if it was possible, and he would have kept to a deal with the giants, even if he had to move a mountain or something. The giants could be useful members of society if properly educated in fields they would be able to comprehend.

Though, Harry was not too sure about them as they were huge and very powerful from what Amy and Ginny were saying, and the books didn't dispute that. Harry doubted even Syren would stand much of a chance by herself if their armoured skin was that thick; he guessed together they might be able to take one, but multiple giants seemed like an impossible task: Unless, perhaps if he had some more mech with him?

Or the Hulk in a raging temper tantrum, he thought with a silent chuckle.

Another problem other than Voldemort and his arse nibblers: Albus Dumbledore and his Order of the Phindicks – um - phoenix. They were no doubt going to end up getting in the way of Harry's lacklustre plans. He had already determined that the majority of them don't give a shit about the 'muggles' as they called them. He may have to incarcerate the whole lot of them in The Crater as the last of the construction was steadily nearing its completion.

It was still surprising that the Order had not turned up trying to get Amy back. From what he could tell, Dumbledore would do nearly anything to retain control over Harry's sister. Though Harry also knew he would do everything and anything to stop the old man in his tracks. The Avengers and Shield were already getting nosy and it was only a matter of time before Harry had to deal with them, (well again).

Harry knew Dumbledore wanted his sister because of these bloody prophecies. Harry didn't much like either, but Dumbledore was pushing for the first even though he would never let Amy fight he didn't want the magical world revealed. It was just a shame that if he had to, Harry would without a second thought: no hesitation. In fact, Harry was already running plans through simulations through the Seraph Network.

It seemed to Harry that Dumbledore had completely lost the plot. The first prophecy mentioned some bull about a power he knew not; yet Amy had never had an opportunity to use any such hidden power. He had only laughed when Amy had told him what Dumbledore had said the power was: love. Love? That's not a power, it's an emotion.

Dumbledore be CRAZY! Yo!

Harry knew that emotions were the catalyst to controlling magic, but without spells to go with them they were just uncontrolled. The fact was only negative emotions such as fear, hate; anger, etc. seemed to have any real provenance of preforming magic without any control. Harry figured it would take controlling every one of your emotions to be able to perform all forms of magic without a focus. However, the mage would still need to cast, which meant spells, which brought him back to Dumbledore being an idiot who just enjoyed being the leader of the 'light', and having near everyone worshipping him.

These magical people weren't only openly gullible fools but extremely weak of mind, body, and magic too. He saw the way not one person in Diagon Alley drew their wands to defend themselves or their families, except for Amy and her friends. They all had powers and a high probability of getting hurt or dying anyway so why not fight back.

It made little sense. Were they groomed to submit to this bullshit? Taught by – by Dumbledore.

Harry figured it could only be that it was Dumbledore's influence. The fact that they feared Voldemort's name, which seemed odd; it was like Dumbledore and the Ministry wanted their people to be afraid of fighting back, perhaps because they knew that if they did the Death Eaters would lose as they were nothing special, and in most cases Harry noted that they were cowards and weak.

They were fodder.

The wizarding people were so thick that they ran around screaming, expecting to be saved. They were such cowards that knew they were going to die anyway yet they didn't just stand there and take it or fight but cried.

It was a wonder they had stayed hidden from the Scientific World for so long. Though, the scientific people really weren't looking, or they might have found them. These people were backwards and had an aversion to technology. Amy had said that electronics weren't supposed to work within the wards, but his armour and phone worked fine. He had to wonder whether the magical world forbid technology because they wanted to keep their mundane, outdated traditions and technology would bring about change and new ideas, or whether technology had just outright outgrown the magical interference. It would trample on pureblood ideals either way.

Yes, Harry had taken notice that the Pureblood mage had all the power through 'birth right' even if they didn't have the power, brains, or potential. He had not done much research (well he delegated it to some geneticists) but he had done a little (his staff had) and found that most purebloods had been inbreeding to keep the magic 'pure'.

However, it seemed they were complete morons (probably from inbreeding) because it would do the opposite. It was like if sisters, brothers; cousins interbred over long periods of time their genetics began to weaken and breakdown. (Though in this scientific age unborn children could be genetically altered slightly to prevent this, it had been going on for so long that their bloodlines would start losing their magic if they didn't start breeding with non-mage preferably, or non-mage-born mage if they had to be that fussy and racist).

It seemed Harry's company needed to start buying into the magical world and placing in technological upgrades here and there. He would start with the entrance between science and magic: The Leaky Cauldron. It was a good business opportunity to branch out into a community that had never had any real advancement before.

It seemed to him that the non-mage-born, and Halfblood mage outnumbered the purebloods, and if Harry was right, out powered them too. They meant an ripe opportunity for change before Dumbledore let the Death eaters kill them all. The thought made Harry hold in a growl as it could almost be like a secret 'culling' of those who outnumbered them before Dumbledore or Dumbledore let someone stop them with kid gloves where they would all get away with murder.

Harry supposed it may have taken another hundred years or so until the purebloods (what was left of them – if the muggleborns were left alone) realised how inferior they made themselves because of their predigest.

However, none of that was really his main thoughts right then.

Harry had gotten to know Ginny very well and thought he might be developing feelings towards her, but maybe they were more sisterly. She was cute, beautiful, and was just all-around fit, and fun to spend time with. He also noticed the way she and Amy were closer than he thought friends would be.

However, he had only really cared for Seraph in that way and she was a computer, just artificial life, something or someone he created because he was useless around most people and was lonely.

That was kind of sad.

Harry let his mind wonder to thoughts of the two girls before him. Harry's eyes wandered taking in their plumb lips as they gave him little mocking grins.

Ginny's brown eyes sparkled just as much happiness as Amy's green; he sighed in frustraction.

'I need to get out more' he muttered in his own head. 'Maybe get laid,' he finished as his eyes drifted to Ginny before he shook his head clear.

Harry watched Ginny alone for a second, smiling at her cute freckled face, blushing when she noticed him staring and beamed at him with that gorgeous smile of hers.

He looked away embarrassed towards his sister. Amy giggled at her embarrassed brother, sticking her little pink tongue out childishly, and then blowing him a kiss.

The two girls giggled as his blush increased, and he looked down. He gulped not knowing where to look, so he looked down at his hands on his lap.

The two girls grinned back impishly, both giggling and gave him a wink. Harry winced back nervously blushing deeply while they gave him a cheeky grin each and continued with their conversation about The Cyber Knight as if they did nothing peculiar at all.

They really got off on making fun of him. He should have insisted on bringing their other friend home with them. She seemed like a more reasonable person; who was a fan, so that was a plus; maybe she would have stopped her friends – or joined in.

Harry wished they would at least stop talking about 'The Cyber Knight' as if they're clueless. If they keep doing this all the time, he was just going to have to ask them not to and stop playing the silly game.

It had been a few hours later (after a movie). They watched some CGI film that Harry hadn't paid too much care about but both girls had been amusingly fascinated. It was quite fun getting to tease them a little as they were like that no matter what films or shows they watched.

Harry sighed tiredly in his room as he stripped down until he only wore his black boxer shorts. He sighed again as he sat on the edge of his bed, his thoughts wondering briefly to the two beautiful young women in rooms near his, wondering whether they were sharing a bed together tonight.

Harry took a deep breath and lifted his left arm looking at the intricately designed maniacal that housed his cybertronic powers, and gently stroked its matte black screen with the fingers of his right hand, wondering when he would have to fight again.

The screen lit up with multicoloured holograms with the CyberTech logo before he looked away and took his hand from the screen and rested into his pillow.

"Yeah, Crimm; he too," he replied as he heard a whispered contact like a blurring sound of machine code through his head and translated through his mind.

Harry felt that gentle tingle through his body as he heard or felt that voice again whispering through him. "No, girl… seriously," he said with a laugh. "Okay, I'll think about it, but I'll need to update your mainframe," he said waiting as she spoke more. "Yes it is going to take a while if I can get this working. You're a part of the prototype system. With some future upgrades you'll get… what do you mean Crimson is a boys name?"

Rolling his eyes, Harry groaned. "Okay," he replied thoughtfully. "Give yourself a name," he suggested reasonably. "Er, no. I can't call you that. Who the hell taught you…-"

"Seraph!" Harry called in annoyance.

"Umm… yes," she replied slowly as a holographic monitor up against the side wall light up with her smiling sheepishly from within.

"Have you been giving your little sister weird name ideas?"

"No."

"So, she tried to get me to rename her Sexy Bitch!?"

"Err… I was teaching her to joke," she defended herself defiantly.

"Just don't," he replied with a tired sigh. "Her EPU is extremely primitive. She cannot comprehend joking."

"Well, Crimson is a boyish name," Seraph said while smirking as the screen disappeared.

"Well, how about we stick to a theme of red, okay?" he asked and got an affirmative. "How about, Ruby or Carmine?"

"Hmm… I guess the shade of red does have that metallic sheen of carmine," Harry agreed thoughtfully. "Sure, override name change, Carmine, accept," harry said and his gauntlet bleeped several times as the screen light up and sped through menus. "There, now you have a name you like… and I can cutely shorten it to Cammie!"

"Yes, I know its not really any shorter, but its easy to say and," Harry paused as he listened. "Oh, so you were trying humour but didn't get your own joke. Try not to push your EPU too far. You'll get some better upgrades as we upgrade the Justice Project Armour, okay."

Harry smiled as he listened to her chattering. He didn't have to speak with her out loud as she showed him AR (augmented reality) images that looked similar to transparent holograms as she happily (or as happy as she could push her processors into getting) showed him some of the battle data she had been analysing with her stats.

Harry hopped he didn't have to use his powers any time soon. Those blasted Death Eaters did not seem to know when to give up and he didn't want to push Carmine too far too fast and damage her or the armour. Harry considered the Death Eaters mentality towards the outside world; it just showed they knew nothing. They thought magic and the old ways superior to advancements and science.

Such hatred just created more hatred and lack of understanding. They considered the non-magical people a threat or they would not have to attack them.

However, Harry was also concerned about the rest of the magical community; they modified the non-magical people's memories of ever being attacked by magic and gave them no chance of defending themselves against another attack. That really crept him out. Harry would make any memory altering spells, charms, or potions illegal and punishable by life in jail.

Harry sighed; it was just a good job that Captain Britain was around to deal with any code blues or greens. That man was creepily in to being a superhero. Luckily, he wasn't a complete idiot, just naive, so he agreed that any Code Reds he came across he would chase them off as he didn't have it in him to kill. He at least understood why Harry was keeping it all secret for the time being.

Luckily Harry had people for dealing with Captain Britain and didn't have to speak with the corny guy himself. Just thinking about that made Harry shiver. He took superhero work too – too much like an eighties comic book cartoon character; it was weird.

It was bad enough having to fight all the code reds himself without any more on his plate, and Harry was not ready for the world to discover his Justice project yet. Though at this rate the Prime Minister would have to learn of it. The Prime Minister was already curious as why CyberTech bought out the new prison to complete.

Harry sighed again: No use worrying why idiots do the things they do, just knowing they do them will give you a headache. He chuckled lightly to himself, shaking his head clear of that stupid thought.

He ran his fingers once more over his gauntlet with a smile; at least he was around to slap some sense into the fools with the help of his Sexy Bitch.

"Yes; that was a joke, Carmine," he said with a soft chuckle as he heard and felt her query.

With one last sigh he stood, pulling his covers back he slid into his warm bed, snuggling under his covers. He closed his eyes, content to drift off into better thoughts in the land of nod.

Just as Harry felt the "sandman's" presents, he started at a knock on his door. His eyes snapped open with a soft groan. Sitting up, the covers slid around his waist, as he looked towards the door.

"Come in!" he called with a stifled yawn. The door automatically slid opened.

Harry was only mildly surprised to see Amy and Ginny sticking their heads in, grinning impishly.

"Hello, Darling brother," his sister giggled slyly. "Can we come in?" she asked in hope, but she pulled Ginny in anyway and the door slid closed behind them.

Harry raised his eyebrows in question. "You ladies wanted something?" he asked curiously.

"We couldn't sleep," Amy said while gesturing to her white PJ's and Ginny's blue as Ginny shyly hid half behind her, which was strange as he had seen her plenty ion her pyjamas.

"Okay, do you want some hot chocolate or-?"

"No!" Amy said quickly as he was about to climb out of bed but all that did as he paused was let his covers drop to his waist showing off his powerful body in the semi-dark of the room as the bedside lamps flickered on when he called for the girls to come in.

"I was… can we… you know… sleep-."

Suddenly the three jumped in shock and confusion as if hit by lightning as Amy was interrupted before she could continue.

The room was flashing with a deep red light, and loud sirens screeched throughout the building.

"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!" Seraph's voice called calmly through the building wide communication grid and overpowering the sound of the alarm. "The main lobby is being breached by unknown hostiles'. This is not a drill; we are under attack. All security personal to ground floor; detain and control the threat, they have come with intent of violence for as of yet undetermined reasons!

"THIS IS A CODE RED!"

Authors Note: Hi. Sorry for this late update as some unforeseen bullshit has been screwing up my week. Unfortunately, I recently lost my job because of a recent addition to the management staff continually making bullshit up to go to the higher ups about my work (apparently the bitch had come to me on multiple occasions, but I'm certain I couldn't have been present during those meetings). I didn't have a clue the bitch had a problem with me until I was getting the boot. They didn't want to listen to me. Funnily, the next day they had a replacement for me with the bitch's boyfriend.

Sucks to be me. But I've had a few promising interviews and I have another tomorrow, so hopefully I'll get back on my feet soon. But it sucks to be screwed over by people you thought were good people this close to Christmas, and with rent and all that.

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