A/N: My attempt at a James Bond crossover that fizzled quickly.

Harry Potter MI6
by Roff

Chapter One – How Did I Get Here?

Harry Potter was startled awake when he felt a familiar sensation in his nether regions. He slowly opened his eyes realizing that he was strapped to a table, his hands tied up over his head, and his feet tied at the other end. He was pretty sure his pants and boxers were somewhere down around his ankles.

This made a little more sense when he realized a woman, well he was pretty sure it was a woman, was sitting on top of his privates having her merry way with him. When her rhythm became erratic and loud Harry raised up his head and looked down to find it was indeed a woman, an exquisitely, gorgeous woman who had dark brown hair that cascaded down around her shoulders.

Currently her hair was slightly askew since she was in the throes of passion. Harry being the polite English gentleman that he was quietly waited until she was finished. When she finally settled down, he ventured a question.

"Pardon me Miss, but could you explain why I am tied up and why you decided to ravish me without asking first?"

"Oh, the rest of you is finally awake, mon cheri!"

French? Oh yeah, he remembered he was in France.

"Traitor," said Harry eyeing his crotch.

"Oh no, monsieur. I had to do some coaxing but he quickly showed me he was up to the task."

"Right. So, tell me did you tie me up just for a shag? I'm pretty sure I would have agreed had you simply asked or seduced me the old fashion way."

"No monsieur. They brought you to me after they drugged you. I am here to torture you for answers. That is why you are tied up."

"I see. Well, I don't mean to sound critical but I'm pretty sure you are going about it the wrong way."

The woman cracked up laughing while still astride Harry.

"I will torture you when we are done."

"Again, I do not want to sound critical but wouldn't it be better if you just asked me? Perhaps I would be willing to answer whatever questions you pose."

"No monsieur. You are Harry Potter, MI6, and a top British spy. You will not give up your answers so easily."

"If you say so. One more question."

"Oui?"

"Are you going to let me finish or will that be part of the torture?"

"Oh no monsieur. I may be a torturer, but I am not that cruel. I will make sure you finish as I am not done yet either."

With that, she got back into her rhythm quickly and managed to scream out a couple more orgasms before Harry finally succumbed to her ministrations.

After getting dressed again, she pulled Harry's boxers and trousers up and fixed him up properly with his pants back on and fastened. However, his tuxedo jacket was horribly wrinkled and his shirt was ripped open displaying his chiseled abs and chest.

"Now, I have to torture you. I dressed you again to remove any further temptation," she said with a sexy smile as she walked around the table.

The brown-haired French beauty was now standing to the side of Harry with a sharp knife in her hand. She was dressed in a checkered red and black mini skirt with just a black vest on for a top. She had on knee-high black leather boots. He guessed she was likely in her mid to late twenties. She quickly nicked his chest with a small cut that started to bleed slowly.

"Hey, what was that for?" asked Harry.

"That was to let you know that I'm serious. I am a torturer and I always get the answers I want."

"But you were so nice before. Why are you so mean now?"

"Look, when they brought you in I was very attracted to you. I was also feeling a bit randy, so here we are," she stated simply, shrugging her shoulders like it as just another day at the office.

"You still haven't asked me a single question. Why am I here then?"

"The French Underground knows you were sent here to spy on us. What does MI6 know about us? Tell me now!"

"I'm afraid that is classified my dear. You do not have the clearance to know that."

She nicked his chest again on the other side. Harry just stared at her.

"You will tell me now or I can do this all day. You will slowly bleed to death if I continue."

"You're serious aren't you?"

"Of course I'm serious. This is my job!"

"Okay, show's over."

"What do you mean show's over?"

Harry wandlessly removed the leather straps quickly from his hands and feet.

"This!" Harry said then grabbed the knife from her while spinning her around and placing her on the table where he was previously. He then stunned her wandlessly and tied her up with the same straps.

Harry was not able to cast every spell he knew wandlessly but he made sure some of the basics were covered in case he was without his wand. He could bind or unbind ropes, straps, etc. Stun, petrify, and cancel those spells. He could also summon and banish. That was about the most of it but he worked to add more to his repertoire when he got a chance. It was not easy though. It took him a very long time to learn to cast spells wandlessly.

With a wand, it was a different story. He had a knack for picking up new spells with very little theory needed. He was more of an action type than studious type. His friend Hermione Granger would whole-heartedly agree with that.

After he gathered up all his things (thankfully they were all in the same room with him), he pulled out his wand in a hidden compartment and healed his cuts. He then cleaned himself and his cloths up more with some cleansing charms. Next, he repaired his shirt and straightened his jacket just like it had been pressed. Once he was impeccably dressed again and had all his items on him, he walked back over to the woman.

Opening her eyelids Harry cast Legilimens on her and retrieved whatever information she had from her mind. He was able to find out the name of the person who betrayed him to the French Underground, which was his main goal. After he was done he cast an enervate to wake her then hid his wand up his sleeve in a hidden holster.

She felt a hand trace very gently down her body from her face to her feet. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She raised her head up and saw Harry standing next to the table looking down at her.

"Sorry?" she asked.

Harry just smiled and ripped her vest open exposing her breasts.

"Oui! Oui! You are going to ravish me like I did you, no?" she said excitedly.

"Sorry, my dear. I was just repaying the favor for ripping my shirt. I would love to stay and go another round with you but unfortunately I have to run and find the person responsible for leaking my identity."

She started pouting so Harry gave her a soft kiss on the lips before leaving the room quickly.

oOo

After Harry completed his tasks, he headed back to London and to headquarters where he had a short conversation with Miss Moneypenny before being let in to see M, his boss. M was one of only a handful of people at MI6 who knew Harry was a wizard. None of the other agents knew.

It was the queen herself who asked him to join her majesty's service after he had killed Voldemort and cleaned up the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot a year or so later. She had been aware of the corruption in her magical government for some time and was very pleased when Harry took care of the problem for her.

With Harry's recommendations, she was able to appoint magic users who could be trusted to run the Ministry of Magic with honesty and fairness. Consequently, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Arthur Weasley were promoted to Minister and Head of the DMLE respectively. The Wizengamot was practically gutted with more than half their members being thrown out. The ones with a dark mark went straight to Azkaban.

"Harry, so good to see you alive. How did the mission go?" asked M.

"M, it's very good to see you too. The mission was a bust. My identity was compromised, I was drugged, tied up, and sexually abused… without my permission this time."

"I'm sure you made the most of it?"

"Well, you know me. I never let a good shag go to waste."

"I was asking about the mission," she deadpanned.

"Oh, of course. Yes after I made my escape I found out who betrayed me to the French and took care of the problem."

"Who compromised your identity?"

"Jean Paul Broussard, that little French man with the big mouth."

"I will have him picked up."

"No need. As I said, I took care of the problem."

"Where is he?"

"Paris."

"Then why should I not have him brought in?"

"Because he's dead."

"You killed him?"

"Yes, I have a license to kill you know and he nearly got me killed. His death will serve as a deterrent to anyone else who wishes to betray me."

"You will be lucky if the French government does not want your head."

"How will they know it was definitely me? Other than you and me, we are the only ones who know so far. I trust you so I know this information will go no further."

M nodded.

"At any rate, the French Underground is nothing we need to worry about. They think they are more of a threat than they actually are. If they ever manage to accomplish something then we may need to take them out but until then we have bigger concerns."

"Yes we do."

"M, James is here to see you." Moneypenny's voice came over the intercom. "He knows Harry is in there so wants to join you."

"Send him in," M replied. Then turning back to Harry, she said, "Thanks for your report 003."

At that same time James Bond, 007, walked through the door.

"Harry, good to see you in working order."

"Same to you James."

"M, lovely as always."

"Yes, thank you James. I'm glad you're here because I have an assignment for both of you… together.

oOo

Harry joined MI6 when he was nineteen, almost twenty. He currently was thirty-two years of age so had been a spy for the past twelve or so years. 003 had retired from action quite a few years back so Harry took on that number when he qualified for the ranks. It only took him a year after joining.

He and James were around the same age and had been with MI6 about the same amount of time. However, they had never been sent on an assignment together. For the most part both men worked alone because they were efficient and got the job done.

Both were also known to enjoy women as often as possible. Putting the two together on the same mission was going to be interesting to say the least. Hopefully there would be enough women available so they did not end up fighting over one.

Harry and James found themselves in Istanbul two days later after receiving their assignment from M and visiting Q. The year was 2012 and the war on terror was still in full swing, regardless that President Obama declared that it was over in his State of the Union Address. The CIA from the U.S. was doing their thing behind the scenes and so was MI6 from Britain.

This is where James and Harry came in. Intel indicated that while Al Qaeda may have been thinned out in Pakistan and Afghanistan, the reality is they moved on to other places where they were building themselves back up, places like Africa and the Middle East. If you talk to Al Qaeda and other jihadist movements, you will find they do not consider the war over. The war will not be considered over for them until all their enemies have been annihilated.

It was for that reason Harry and James were sent to find out exactly where they were now located along with gathering any additional intel they could manage. There was a contact in Istanbul they were to meet up with.

After a thorough meeting with Q where both agents were supplied with all the latest gadgets he could offer, Harry and James caught a quick flight to Istanbul so they could meet up with their contact. When they arrived in the airport, they were greeted by a short man in crumpled clothing. He simply passed them a note and walked off.

James, who received the note, read it then passed it on to Harry. The only thing written on the note was an address so they caught a taxi and headed out. They knew a meeting was the likely next activity or else a trap was waiting for them. They were ready either way.

When their ride dropped them off, they were thinking trap for sure. It looked like a warehouse of some sort in a bad part of town.

"Well, Harry, this should be interesting."

"Quite. Why don't I find another way in so we are not both in one spot?"

"Excellent idea. See you in a bit."

As James continued towards what looked like the front entrance, Harry veered off to the left and when he was out of site, he cast a strong disillusionment charm on himself. Scouting around toward the back, he found a side entrance door that was locked. However, a quick Alohomora and he was inside.

After he closed the door quietly, Harry found himself surrounded by crates stacked several feet high. He used a spell to see through the sides of the crates and he noted that several contained ammo and weapons.

"And the plot thickens," he whispered to himself then cast a silencing charm on his shoes and clothes.

As he moved around through the crates and walked toward the middle of the warehouse, he began hearing voices ahead. Apparently, James had made it in and was conversing with the occupants. Harry stopped behind a crate just before moving into the open. He could hear them perfectly now.

"So tell me Mr. Bond, where is your friend?"

"My friend?" asked James.

"Yes, your friend. Where is he?"

"I have many friends. To whom are you referring?"

"You arrived at the airport with a friend. I want to know where he is now."

"Oh, that friend. Yes, he is a right curious chap. I'm sure he is around here somewhere gathering information on your little operation."

The man questioning James turned to two of the men behind him.

"Find him!" he ordered a bit heatedly.

Harry removed his disillusionment charm then stepped out from behind the crate.

"No need, I'm right here."

There were four rifles pointed at James. All four men were wearing turbans with their faces partially covered. Their clothing resembled much what you see on Taliban terrorists. The leader's head was uncovered and he was dressed more modern, which was typical of Istanbul. When Harry stepped out, they turned their guns toward him.

"Harry, old boy, splendid of you to join us," announced James.

"As you know James, I am a curious fellow and what I'm curious about right now is all the crates in here that are filled with weapons and ammunition. I'm just wondering what possibly could these fellows do with all that fire power."

"Well now, that is curious," James replied looking back at the leader.

"Kill them!" the leader instructed.

James took the opportunity to dive for cover while two of the rifles were swinging back his way. He pulled his Walther PPK and fired a shot before landing, hitting one of the shooters. Harry ducked back behind the crate he was behind previously as two shots ripped through the air where he was just standing.

Diving back out from behind the crate on a low trajectory Harry fired twice to take out his two shooters. He landed with a forward roll, coming back up in a kneeling position with his weapon trained on the leader who was speechless, especially since James had already taken out his second shooter at the same time Harry took his out. Now both James and Harry had the leader in a crossfire. The man quickly put down his weapon and raised his hands in a defeated manner.

"Ahmet, you were supposed to be our contact so you could help us get answers about the terrorist movement but yet here you are working with the Taliban and trying to kill us. What a disappointment," said James.

"Yes, I suppose now we will have to get the information from you the hard way," added Harry.

Ahmet's eyes widened. "Please, I will tell you whatever you want. I was just going to sell this for profit. I have no loyalty to the terrorists."

"That sounds nice but we can't trust you now. We will have to make sure the answers you give are the absolute truth," replied Harry.

"Harry, I'm going to leave you to the questioning while I check out the rest of the place. Do you mind?" asked James.

"No, not at all. I'm sure Ahmet and I will get fully acquainted shortly."

Ahmet was looking a little nervous as Harry and James sat him down and tied him to a chair.

"Ahmet, just answer all of Harry's questions honestly and he just might let you live," said James as he walked off further into the warehouse to scout out the rest of it.

Harry pulled up a chair and sat down in front of his prisoner.

"So tell me Ahmet, where did you come by all these weapons and ammo?" Harry began using his Legilimency so he would know if Ahmet was telling the truth or not.

While Harry continued to get all the information he could glean from Ahmet, James catalogued the contents of the warehouse and calculated the amount of weapons and ammo. They needed to get a good idea of how to handle it and make sure it didn't end up in the hands of the terrorists. When he was done, he called MI6 and had them send people to pick all this up. While looking around he found transportation for Harry and himself by way of a black and yellow 2011 Bugatti Veyron with tan leather interior.

"This will do."

He found the keys to it on a peg in the office.

After some backup arrived to pick up Ahmet and secure the facility until all the crates could be shipped off, James showed Harry his discovery. They took off in it with James driving so they could follow up on some of the leads Harry had talked to Ahmet about.

Ahmet didn't know it but all his secrets were now known by Harry. Harry shared them with James as they sped through Istanbul, planning their next move. They ended up at the hotel that was booked for them where they carefully considered everything Harry had learned. Ahmet's contact was a person that most likely knew where Al Qaeda was gathering. The problem was locating that person.

Once they were done discussing everything in their hotel, they began discreetly asking questions in the lobby and bar to gather more needed information. Naturally, they both approached pretty women first and chatted them up while sneaking in real questions on occasion. Things were going pretty well for a while before six men entered the hotel together, practically in formation. Even though their weapons were hidden, it was obvious to James and Harry they were well kitted out and ready for action.

The two agents looked over at each other, making eye contact. Each gave the other a nod before excusing themselves from their current targets. They noted that the six men all took one elevator going up.

"James, why don't you take the other elevator up to our rooms while I check out the stairwell. I'll just come up that way and make sure there are no extras planning to surprise us."

"See you soon, Harry," he said with a nod in agreement.

While James took the second elevator, Harry took the stairs. Once he was in the stairwell, he cast a Homenum Revelio charm to check and see if anyone else was in the stairs with him. When he was certain no one else was there, Harry apparated from the stairwell and straight into his room. He then disillusioned himself and prepared to stay very still.

After a while, he heard someone open the door to the room James was staying in and then he heard someone at his door. They actually used a key card and entered without a fuss. That's convenient, thought Harry. He wondered where they got that. He noticed three of them came into his room and was looking for him. Once they stopped and turned around, he hit them with a wide-area stunner. They all three dropped to the floor which caused the other three in James' empty room to come running to see what the noise was.

When they came through the door with their guns at the ready and then noticed their downed comrades, Harry released his wide-area stunner again then immediately put up his strongest shield. Two of the killers fired their weapons toward the area of the source as soon as they saw the light of the spell coming toward them. The other one dove into the bathroom to avoid the light.

The bullets bounced off Harry's shield as he took a few steps to the right as well. The two firing their guns were hit with the stunner and joined the other three on the floor. This left the one in the bathroom. Harry quickly removed the Disillusionment Charm and switched his wand out for his gun. A few seconds later, the last one was crawling out of the bathroom and peeking around the corner so he could try and see what sent the light. He noticed his friends were all down, at least the ones he could see from his secluded position anyway.

He was just about to inch out a little further when his gun hand was stepped on, pinning it to the floor, and then he was kicked in the head as he looked up at the man that just entered from the hall. He didn't see him come in since he was looking the other way. Now he was out cold from the hard kick.

James looked into the room more and saw all the downed men.

"Harry, are you in here?"

"It's about time you showed up. I almost didn't leave you any."

James walked further into the room.

"How did you get here so fast?"

"There was no one in the stairwell so I hightailed it to beat them to my room. I was waiting for them when they arrived."

"You got five of them. What happened to the sixth?"

"He must have been a little nervous. He jumped and dove into the bathroom to hide. I was just about to flush him out when you finally showed up."

"My elevator had to make a couple of stops."

"Ah. Shall we see what they know?"

"Any of yours alive? I only knocked that one out," he said gesturing behind him.

"All of them are. I wanted to be able to interrogate all six just in case one knows more than the other."

"So, let me get this straight. You ran all the way up the stairs to the top floor and then took on all six of the combatants, knocking five of them out before I showed up to surprise the last one. You're not even breathing hard, nor have you broken a sweat either."

"I see you've heard of me, James."

"I heard you were really good. It looks like they were right."

"I am good. One of the best, in fact. I heard you were really good too."

"The way things are shaping up on this mission, Harry, I think there will be plenty of opportunities to prove ourselves."