Welcome once more to my second version of the crossover of James Bond and Harry Potter. Please enjoy and leave a review or even suggestions.

"Tha an leanabh damn sin aig do mhaighstir Bond gam stiùireadh suas na ballachan! Chan urrainn dhomh eadhon... tha fios agad nach toil leam ainm an tighearna a mhallachadh ach tha an leanabh seo agad a' dol gam chuir gu uaigh thràth!" May Maxwell ranted in Scottish as she scrubbed the floor with a towel while James Bond faced an enemy that refused to surrender. Water was everywhere as it was sent all over the restroom while his ears were ringing with the monster's screaming. His foe wiggled and trashed in Bond's grip and the man's right eye burned where soap had struck true.

It was bath time in the home of James Bond and ward of James Bond known as Harry Potter was not happy.

"NO BATH!" Harry yelled as his adopted father poured water over his head.

"You. Need. This!" Bond gritted his teeth as Harry howled as the water fell over his head, washing away the dirt and sand the young boy had collected at the beach.

"NOOOOOO!"

-One hour battle in ten minutes later-

"The nightmare is over. Finally." An exhausted Bond collapsed into the armchair then covered his face with his hands. After nearly two hours of struggling he and his housekeeper were able to give his adopted son a bath and lay him down to bed. Listening to the sound of the grandfather's ticking for several moments the agent almost wished that had a boring briefing to report to. After dealing with the nightmare known as his adopted son Bond found himself wishing to get back into the action, yet his boss had put her foot down and gave his strict orders to focus on his new adopted son.

"If only there was some way to get him to burn some energy." Bond groaned as he sunk into his armchair with a slump before swishing back a brandy. Not his favorite drink of choice but he was too tired to make his signature drink.

"Perhaps a physical activity?" May asked as she nursed a bruise with ice. "The boy needs it, along with some good fashion discipline and respect to his elders, not to mention the lack of peers living alone in this household with me while you go out doing missions."

"I suppose I could use some leave." Bond shielded away from the evil eye his help sent him. He raised his hand in surrender and slowly nodded. "Fine. Fine... I think I know I guy who knows of a martial arts studio. Tomorrow I'll take Harry out for lessons."

"Good!"

Bond watched as she left before finishing up his brandy. He didn't want to be complete sober when he made the call. Picking up his landline he pinched his nose as he called the number of the one man who might have a solution for him.

"Q? I need something done. M? No she doesn't need to know..."

...

Shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun Bond exited out of his car as the sounds of London filled the air. Opening the rear door he nodded for his son to come out. Harry grumbled as he exited out of the car seat, muttering about he wanted to back to sleep instead of getting up at six in the morning.

"Morning!" An energetic Q jogged up with a wide grin on his face. Bond chose to ignore the curses Harry sent as he stepped forward to shake the offered hand Q rose. As the two men talked Harry looked around to try and understand what was going on. In his jumper and slacks, tailored to his size and his dad said one must always look their best to the eyes of the public, Harry felt out of place as he watched others his own age enter a building with what he believed to be their own parents. Leaning to look around his father he read the sign.

"Martial Arts? Dad, why are we here?"

Q glanced at the boy before looking back at his coworker. "O'Brian said he can join join the class to try it out. But are you sure about this?"

"I am." Bond said flatly as memories of the night before made him almost shiver. Harry needed an outlet of energy and a healthy dose of discipline before he went and did something he would regret. Or his housekeeper quit, something that was not something Bond wanted to have happen given the demands of his job. Looking past Q's shoulder he noticed someone he knew. "Mr. Granger?"

"Bond." Came the crisp reply as the man did a look over to see if this was an official meeting between agents. In the public eye Mr. Granger was a small time family dentist with his wife. Behind the scenes the duo were not only dentists, but an effective agents who worked in the more dirty departments that governments prefer to not say exist in the closet. But it was the small girl standing next to him in the uniform of the dojo reading a book that captured Bond's attention. Looking down Granger noticed where the attention was directed at. "Ah, this is my daughter Herminie. Say hello dear."

"Hello." Not bothering to look up from her book Herminie flipped a page. Shaking his head Granger reached out and took the book away. "Hey!"

"Hay is for horses young lady. You can read more later after class."

"I don't see why I have to take a class with those who aren't as good as me." His daughter muttered as she walked towards the doorway, bumping into Harry was she walked by. "Watch it."

"You watch it!" Harry snapped at the girl who turned and glared at him with her tongue stuck out. Clutching his fists Harry looked at his adoptive father. "Dad do I have to do with with her?"

Bond blinked at his son's tone before sighing, knowing a possible headache was coming in like the evening crowd at the local bar for a game. "Yes Harry. Martial arts will help you burn some of your energy and help you in ways you may not understand yet."

Watching his son match in after the girl to get dressed, Bond found himself asking himself if he was fit to raise a child. Frist it was diapers while keeping his son from his collection of weapons and poisons, then it was the frustrating illogical emotional and logic of a child. He was an agent, not a father figure. What right did he have to raise a child in a world of blood and suffering, of tic for tac?

"I know that look." Mr. Granger said as he started to enter the building's side entrance, pausing only to indicate to Bond to follow him. Q had muttered some excuse and had left before Bond could stop him, leaving Bond with Granger on the street as the late arrivals rushed towards the building.

"What look."

"What makes me qualified to raise a child look." Granger laughed at the surprised look on Bond's face. "Don't worry, your not slipping. I had the same look on my face when I learned by wife was pregnant with our daughter."

Bond was silent as he followed, thinking before he responded.

"I was a wreck then. You were in deep cover then so you didn't get to see how bad it got. How was I supposed to raise by baby with these hands." Granger raised his hands to the light, as if looking for blood on them even if they were clean. "But it was my father who told me that the world is always ending and yet it still is here. As long as one has faith and a desire to to leave behind a better world not just for your child but all children it will get better. Yes we will make mistakes but that's life. You cannot run away from living."

"That's enough!" The master yelled as children cheered as Harry landed a blow to Hermione's temple.

With a growl that was almost animalistic Granger slammed her palm to Harry's chest sending him tumbling to the floor. Gasping Harry threw a punch that went wild as Hermione leaned back before slamming a knee to Harry's chest. Winded Harry was unable do anything other than put up a token fight now as she pushed down on his arms to prevent him from fighting any more. He narrowed his eyes at the bushy hair girl as she sat on his chest as she pressed his hands above his head to the blue mat. Both their martial arts uniforms were sweaty from their fighting. Then the master and his assistant pulled them apart.

"This isn't over!" Harry yelled at the girl as he struggled against the grip of the instructor while his father covered his face in either embarrassment or disbelief, perhaps a bit of both.

"It is too! You lost Potty!" The girl snapped as she tried to escape the hands of her mother who was sending a pleading look to the assistant to help her keep her daughter from fighting the boy.

"Beaver!"

"Four eyes!"

"Well those two are going to be friends for life." M looked over at Q who was snickering he watched the children below attempt to resume their fight. She was not amused at his comment, wincing as the girl's front teeth got struck hard. She recovered nicely with a haymaker to Harry's face that would more than likely end up giving him a black eye for a few days. Raising her remote she shut off the screen that showed the studio, much to the disappointment of Q.

"Herminie Granger. Harry James Potter/Bond. Both of them are going to be a new source of white hairs." M grunted out as she leaned back in her chair.

"You said the same thing to me and Bond." Q snickered before silencing himself as M sent him a glare. Raising his hands the young man fled the room as

"I think I should have done paperwork." Rubbing her head M signaled to have both children brought to her along with their parents. Glancing at her now cold coffee she poured it down the sink.

It was a waste of space anyway. With a groan at the upcoming headache M wished that her luck would hold out from a few more till her retirement.

"But dad/father!" Came two voices as M turned, but not before hiding some of her more classified material, to see the two trouble makers enter the room, separated by their respected agent parents. Bond and Granger quickly placed their wards in the chairs provided by Q before standing behind them, frowns on their faces as each placed a hand on the shoulders of their child. Neither child was attempting to actively look at the other, preferring to only keep the other in the corner of their eyes.

It was clear to M they might be future agent material, problematic agents in training, but no one said omelets were ever made without breaking eggs. Yet as she stared at the two, she wondered if perhaps she was looking her grip on realistic thinking do to all the stress of the job. Most of her gray hairs seem to have come from Bond's many thorny missions and his habit of attracting trouble.

Schooling her features she made her way to her desk, making sure to maintain an air of sternness and-

Why was Bond's son's hair now pink? And why did the girl look like she was wearing cloths three sizes too small?

Albus Dumbledore hand shook as he reached out to take the vial of his daily potion. Taking it and pooping the cork he downed it in a flash. "I'm getting too old for this job."

The headmaster groaned as his head, foggy from sleep and his slowly failing mind cleared up slowly like dew on the window when it met the rising sun. He was tired, tired from running a school, acting as a voice for the British wizarding government to the international wizard community and judge... It was a wonder his mind hadn't fully broken yet but the old wizard could tell his age was slowly effecting more than just his mind. His body groaned and ached as he slowly waved his wand to help get dressed. But even his use of magic made him hurt and if not for the elder wand he wondered how long his hundred and some odd body could keep up with the demands placed on him.

He was very aware of the growing concern from parents that he was getting too old to do his jobs. Some of which came from those who cared for him and wanted him to have a nice retirement somewhere to relax, a holiday. Others like Malfoy wanted a chance to place in a headmaster who was either more aliened with the pureblood views of wizarding life or at least someone who's pockets could be filled. Even still, Dumbledore knew the concern was getting more and more valid. If he was lucky he could live another two decades before his heart gave out from overwork. Or be forced to retire as his magic continued to slowly fail him. Like now as his clothes were scattered on the floor instead of folded nicely on the rack for him after a nice bath.

"Albus! Albus! They have destroyed the bathrooms on the fourth floor! And the defense against the dark arts professor is gone!"

With new headache forming the head master wanted to cry as Mr. Finch banged on the door yelling about this crop of trouble pranksters from Ravenclaw. More money issues from the school was all he needed now. And now he has lost yet another DADA if the screaming from over the lake of a figure being carried away by a griffin was who he thought it was. Dumbledore knew he should help the woman, but she be able to handle herself.

That was why he hired her. And nothing to do with how she was the daughter of one of his most annoying political rivals who refused to increase the budget to the school to replace the failing temperature wards.

Not. At. All.

Composing himself he casted a quick notice-me-not spell on his sleepwear before, he opened the doors of his private quarters. Finch who, bless his heart, ran off to show the damage this time caused by the fantastic four of Ravenclaw. But the headmaster was in no rush. With a grumble he looked forlorn at the cooling bath with a sigh before closing the door. He would have to get in the bath later. For now, once more the school needed the great Albus Dumbledore. He would can solve any problem because he was Dumbledore.

Sorry for the delay everyone. And thank you all for the reviews

Translation for those interested:

"Tha an leanabh damn sin aig do mhaighstir Bond gam stiùireadh suas na ballachan! Chan urrainn dhomh eadhon... tha fios agad nach toil leam ainm an tighearna a mhallachadh ach tha an leanabh seo agad a' dol gam chuir gu uaigh thràth!" / "That damn kid of yours master Bond is driving me up the walls! I can't even... you know I don't like to curse the lord's name but this kid of yours is going to send me to an early grave!"