Aaaand Perseus is back, with chapter 2 of my first full-length fic. Beware, mild language is present down below, somewhere. So, yeah, umm, enjoy! (IDK what to write up here!)

THE NAME'S POTTER… HARRY POTTER

CHAPTER 2

Restaurant Revelations

"What?" Harry asked lamely, dumbfounded at this turn of events.

"MI6 is a secret service. It means we have spies, operatives, and agents everywhere. And we have also infiltrated the Magical World."

"But… but… the Statute?"

"Is bullshit. Your world oppresses the squibs, creatures and muggle-borns. What did you expect? That they'll be loyal flunkies to the purebloods, ready to give up their lives rather than find some way to get themselves a better life? They will 100 % ditch the Magical World. I am a squib myself. Give or take a few years, and I would expect your friend, what was her name? Oh yes, Hermione, would leave the Magical World too. And MI6 would gladly accept her into our ranks."

Harry's face again hardened, and his tone became venomous. "How do you know about her?" he hissed, his wand again pressing into James' thigh.

"I'll come to that soon. Don't worry. We wouldn't force any decision on her. We have sleeper agents, one in Hogwarts, who look for potential talent. And well, Ms. Granger was on top of that list." Harry relaxed, though only a bit. Since James hadn't tried to kill him yet, he would wait before deciding to run or to stay.

"Now, onto the origins of the magical section of MI6. Our department started in the early 1940s, during the Magical Grindelwald War, whose larger muggle counterpart was the Second World War. We, as in the entirety of MI6, found several wizards and witches close to death, with injuries that no muggle weapon could yet cause. It was a mystery, and so we tried to solve it. We interrogated them, painfully at times. I know, it is inhumane, but so is war."

"What we found out then scared us. But only then. Soon, we started surreptitiously finding squibs and muggle-borns who left the Magical World. It was easy, since during the war, the Statute was only minimally enforced. Just find some unexplainable phenomenon, keep a good watch, and see if the reason was magic, or mundane. Most of the magicals we found were muggle-borns. Some of them were purebloods out in the Muggle world, but the wizards we already had obliviated them. These wizards, and a few witches, helped us by aiding in OUR magical research. And as spies. Some, quite regrettably, died. But with the increase in the ferocity of World War Two, we had to pause the spying operations, since it was hard to manage both sides. Since MI6 wanted to keep the existence of magic from the Axis, we had the magicals form a separate under the SAS. The 22nd SAS Squadron M. I assume you know what the SAS is? That squadron had the highest number of unattributed kills and victories."

Harry nodded.

"Apart from the magicals in the SAS, a few employees stayed on as active agents, though not as spies in the Magical World. The rest we either retired or kept as sleeper agents, who could be reactivated when needed."

"In the end, we found out two things. Wizards are dangerous. And, wizards are stupid. Well, also that there is barely any loyalty towards the Ministry. Else we wouldn't have acquired so many muggle-borns, werewolves and squibs as spies."

"There are currently no innovations or ideas percolating magical minds. The last proper innovations were by your own Dumbledore. The rest were made by the muggle-borns. And of course, did you expect the Ministry to be competent and non-discriminative? These innovations were shut down, and the innovators were gotten rid of. But MI6's wizarding employees have helped us develop the magic we know into a much more advanced version."

"But I thought muggle devices can't work with magic."

"Well, it depends. Do you know how the Protego shield works?"

When Harry answered in the negative, James continued, "From what we've learnt, Magic is of dual nature, as in it can be considered a particle stream, or a non-particle wave. In this case, it acts like a wave. I'm not sure if you've heard of destructive interference. Let's take a sea wave coming in. At a point x, it is at its highest. The highest altitude is, let's take 5 m. There is another wave made by a machine, which reaches its lowest at that point x. The lowest altitude is 5 m again. When both waves collide, you'll see that there is barely any disturbance. Both waves cancel out. In this way, consider an incoming spell as one wave, and the protego shield as the other. Both will cancel out, destroying the spell."

"If we take this concept of a wave, we can build items that can either block the wave or work despite the wave. We have used that logic to build items that use both magic and muggle tech."

Harry was openly gaping at that point. James noticed this, and said, "Eat up kid. You'll need the strength for the day."

Harry sheepishly began eating. "Go on about MI6's history, please." He said, a slice of pizza halfway to his mouth.

"Sure. When the Second Blood War started, the one with Voldemort's first coming, we reactivated our sleepers instantly. The new information was worrying. Here was a Dark Lord, inhuman in every way possible, with followers who only looked human. They had no weaknesses, no qualms about killing, no traitors, absolutely nothing we could use surreptitiously against them. For months, MI6 internally debated if we should make ourselves known to the magical world. So that we could offer our help. But before we reached a decision, a wonder baby decided to turn the Dark Lord into Pork Lard. We suddenly had a new Person Of Interest, you, though he was of interest to us for a good reason. Well, good to several, not all. Some of them wanted you experimented upon, to find how to block the Avada Kedavra. But that stopped when you fell off the map."

"The Dursleys." Harry muttered

"The Dursleys." James agreed.

"Dumbledore said that he put up wards here that would keep me safe? He said that my aunt's blood relation with mum was the reason they were so strong."

"He did, but your aunt was unnecessary. The strength came from a special feature of Little Whinging."

"What?" Harry asked.

"Little Whinging was coincidentally built on a henge. An ancient Celtic henge. True magical henges are unfathomably powerful. Added to that, the Prime Merlin Leyline passes nearby, under King's Cross. The route that your train takes goes exactly over that leyline, and even Hogwarts is situated on said leyline. The magic from there fuels these wards. They are stronger than the blood protection Dumbledore claims is here. In theory, you could be placed with any family in a five-kilometre radius."

"Anyway, oh yeah, keep eating, after the war, we decided to move closer to the Magical World. By closer, I mean moving past the annual ten-minute talk between the heads of government. We set up ties with the goblins. With Gringotts."

"Why? Why not the Magical World?"

"Well, not the Magical World, since we saw you were absolutely useless. The goblins, inadvertently, hold the most power. They are a warrior race. They control the money of nearly every single witch or wizard. They have useful information, and so do we. The two of us have made nice deals, with Gringotts getting part ownership of Barclays, and a chance to sell their items in the muggle market. We also give them information we've collected, and they give us theirs. Plus, we can trust them, and they are mostly leak-proof, since they behead the leaks."

"We set up our sleeper in Hogwarts again, that's how we knew about Ms. Granger, when you came for your First Year. It was honestly pretty uneventful. And then you had to take down a troll. Normalcy at its best."

"Then Second Year…"

"Wait! You don't know about anything else that happened that year?" Harry interrupted.

"What do you mean? What happened?"

"I'll need assurance of your help, and information about what you plan to do to help me, before I say any more." Harry said, scowling.

"Sure," James smirked, "I'll just skip to your Fourth Year. After the Tournament, when our spy reported old Dumbles proclaiming to children that the most feared Dark Lord was resurrected, we set back into action. We reported our findings to Ragnok, Gringotts Bank Director and kinda the head of the Goblin Nation. There's still a king and queen he needs to consult, but a lot of power is vested in him. Anyway."

"Gringotts vaults are connected to their owners by blood, and it monitors their vitals. A life stone, an obsidian block etched with runes and infused with the owner's blood, keeps track of said owner. It normally glows bright blue if the owner is in good health, yellow if injured, red if near death. Upon death, it cracks. When the heir's blood is placed on it, it restores itself. If the line ends, it shatters."

"A certain Tom Marvolo Riddle's stone was fluctuating in all colours, but mostly black. A black stone was unknown to most employees. Only after looking through ancient Gringotts archives, we found out that it meant that the owner was using dark magic to stay alive. Gringotts did not like that. They have given their support to MI6, and anybody we deem to need the support. And we both know who needs the support. You, Harry, will lead the Magical World to safety yet again."

"I… what? I'm nothing. I barely survived against him, even though he was at his weakest! Even with a century to learn, I won't be able to do shit."

"Uh uh! Then you were alone. Now, you aren't. If you think we muggles can't do shit against him, think again. No protegos can block a couple pounds of RDX, or the good old lead shot. Especially when they don't use any technology, just basic physics, something every magical will ignore, since magic appears to violate the laws of physics, even though it doesn't. We do have a couple aces up our sleeves." James said, smirking.

Harry's hopes were rising. Maybe, just maybe, he could get through this ordeal. Maybe he could live without Voldieshorts hanging over him.

Maybe he could be with Hermione, without any fear, well, except of the fangirls raving after him.

Perhaps his life would cease being a nightmare, one he so dearly wanted to wake up from.

Perhaps he could actually be happy.

"I'll need to think about it." Harry responded, unsure how he was supposed to answer him.

He knew he would need all the help he could get to kill Voldemort. But he was still not sure about accepting MI6's offer. He was worried about the fact that MUGGLES knew about the Magical World, and the fact that they actually could help him. He knew that he would be breaking several laws, and he was even more worried. If he took their help, and someone found out, he would become an outcast in the Magical World. He could then easily go into hiding. But if he didn't take their help, it would lead to Voldemort taking power. It would mean the devastation of Magical Britain.

It would mean his death. It would mean Sirius's death. It would mean Ron's death. It would mean Molly's, Ginny's, Fred's, George's, Dean's, Neville's, everybody's death.

It would mean HER death. Hermione's death. It was something he didn't even want to think about. That made it all clear. He would take them up on their offer. He would train and train and train and then train some more.

All so that he could get rid of that bastard.

The world's destruction wasn't a good price. And she was worth it, and even more.

"I'll do it. I'll accept your offer. What do I need to do?"

"I'll tell you everything. But first, Gringotts, and your food, beckon. Eat up quick kid."

Harry flushed in embarrassment when he realised that he hadn't finished. He again started chowing it down, but in a way much more civilised than Ron.

"Can you tell me your plan?"

"First, Gringotts, where we'll get you your Lordship."

"I have a lordship?"

"Yes, you do. Then, we'll get you a nice health checkup, and we'll see what we can do to get your strength up."

"I'll have to go to a healer?" Harry said worriedly. He wasn't scared. No, he wasn't. He was a strong boy. Nah, he was just all right.

Oh, who the hell was he kidding? He was bloody petrified. Petrified that people would reject him because of his scars. Internal and external.

Seeing Harry's tension, James reached out and patted his shoulder. "You'll be alright Harry. You've been through more than anyone should, and I will guarantee no one will reject you. You have friends you can count upon. They won't shy away from you. They will fight for you, and I expect the Dursleys will have to fear magic a bit more. Your friends will still love you."

Harry gulped. He didn't expect him to know Legilimency. Didn't a person have to be magical for that?

"No, I don't know legilimency, nor am I magical, as I have already told you." James said.

"Wha…?" Harry gaped, surprised.

"This is deductive reasoning, and a penchant for reading expressions, two of the things we'll teach you. By the end of our training, you can stand up against Dumbledore for ten minutes, and Voldemort for fifteen, plus you'll be able to get the information we need, and simultaneously hide your actual job from the world."

Harry grumbled something about manipulative old bastards and dark tossers. James, hearing him, said, "I see you've had some… revelations… about your esteemed headmaster?"

"Yes. That old… coot… could've made my life so much better. He had the power, the support, and even the personnel required! I wouldn't have had to live in this hellhole. I wouldn't have had to seek help. I wouldn't have to feel that death would be a release."

"Harry. We've also found out several things about him. I'll tell all of it to you once we reach Gringotts."

"I'm ready." Harry said, wiping his hands on a napkin.

"Then let's go!" James exclaimed, fishing out a cellphone from his pocket.

Aaaand another chapter done and dusted. Wait another week for chapter three! My exams are going on, so there is a chance I might delay a bit. Physics coming up. AND I BLOODY HATE CIRCULAR MOTIONNNN! Please leave reviews, and let me know how to write better. Perseus, over and out!