"Bloody hell." Harry groaned then said "alright. Have Bloodfang and Ramhook try a scrying spell to locate the plane. I'm gonna need a few things as well. How was the Marine murdered?"

"Killing spell. Just about ten minutes ago." The marine replied, "you want the full necro kit?" Harry nodded and said "plus some Phoenix tears if there is any."

Waving one hand, the marine caught the leather satchel that materialized in. Tossing it over to Harry. Who rummaged through it, pulling out a piece of chalk. Kneeling, his twin brother who looked almost as dangerous as Voldemort as magic rippled around the older twin. Who everyone had thought been borderline squib during school.

Drawing a pentagram, Harry rummaged through the bottomless satchel, pulling out the crystals. Four Blood Diamonds that shone with an unearthly light.

"My boy, what are you doing?" Albus asked, noting the two chickens clucking in the cages. Glancing up, killing curse green eyes shining with power met his. "There is only one person insane enough to kill a wizard Marine without fear. And if this Voldemort thinks he can run roughshod over my team? Well he'll learn."

Settling the crystals, Albus heard Granger gasp "you're summoning a soul?" The Missing Potter glanced up and nodded. "Necromancy is not dark, but purely light. What you do with the knowledge of the arts is what makes people think it is dark. If your soul is strong enough, you could literally raise an army of undead. And if you are pure enough, you could raise an army to protect the innocent of the earth."

Drawing the silver dagger off his belt, gleaming with magic. Murmuring softly in old Latin, the young man who had forsaken the wizarding world brought the extremely sharp blade down on one of the chicken's neck. Blood soaking through the runes, the chanting picked up in intensity. Shivering at the caress of magic, Albus shuddered as ancient magic soaked through the younger mage.

"Your word are heard, I hear and obey." A voice resounded through the great hall. Albus jerked as a tall skeletal being knelt beside the younger man. "You seek wisdom, the plans of the man who ruined many lives? Yet I sense you are doing this out of not respect of the old man who ruined your life, but the fulfillment of the lordship."

"Indeed," Potter said looking unconcerned about the being kneeling. Death chuckled then said "only the true spirit of the Perevell family runs deep within your blood. I owe your family a great debt young mage. So I will grant this summoning."

Death faded and in it's place was a Marine dressed in fatigues. The marine jerked slightly, looking around before his gaze fell on Potter. "Harry?" The man asked softly. Standing Potter said "Yes Darius."

"I'm dead." Came the soft reply. Potter nodded then said "what do you remember happening on the plane?" Listening intently, Potter nodded and sighed "thanks Dar." The marine smiled faintly "please let my family know I died for the President. And I do not regret it one bit. And Harry?"

"Yeah Dar?" Potter asked. Green eyes met glowing blue. The marine said "I love you. Never forget that and don't mourn me for too long. Your love for me will never fade, but you need an anchor."

Fading away, Potter sighed softly, twisting the golden ring about his finger. "I won't Darius Lucas Williams-Potter." Albus gaped at the man in surprise. Noting a moue of disgust cross James' face at the thought of his son, gay and married. Well was married.

Albus plotted on how to find an anchor for the young man, someone who is firmly on his side. Potter turned slightly then summoned the crystals wandlessly. Tucking them back into the bag. Banishing the other chicken. Banishing the satchel, Potter glanced at the four other marines.

"Prepare for an interplanetary jump. The plane is located aboard HYDRA's airborne base." Gone was the necromancer who had summoned back a loved one, but a Marine.

"Yes Sir!" Came Nine shouts. Nine armored marines, each carrying guns, swords, staffs and wands. Knives in boots.

"Wait," Albus interjected, "first off Mr. Potter, I think the school nurse needs to check you over from being that close to Death." Causing Potter to snort. "It's Gibbs. And No."

Turning away, Albus saw a frown cross Liam's face. "You don't ignore Albus Dumbledore's orders!" The younger man shouted, dragging his wand out. Seeing Harry snort then drop to one knee. Balancing the staff along his arm.

Using his arm like a bracer and the staff is an extension of his arm. It showed in the line of his form, he is proficient at using a staff. Only Mages or archmages used staffs. They were literally magic, and the staff was the only focai a mage could use without burning the focai to dust.

Green eyes glowing faintly, Harry replied "The power behind the staff is equivalent of a sniper rifle compared to the wand. At the velocity a spell is traveling out of a staff, a stunning spell will either knock you backwards or put a hole through whatever area I aim for. So if you want to try anything, I won't hesitate to put you down hard. I was trained at Ilvermorny after I left Hogwarts and their training is nothing like I learned here."

"Harry James Potter!" Lily shouted, seeing nothing but truth in those glowing green eyes "How dare you threaten your brother!" It was time for him to stop acting so childish and come home. Perhaps Obliviates would wipe out the memories of the marines and his mission. Voldemort would be killed by Liam.

"My name Ma'am is Harrison Jethro Gibbs. My mother is Shannon Gibbs and I have a younger sister named Kelly Gibbs. And if you ever dare go after my family, perhaps you'll meet the man who tried to kill my Mom and sister. He's dead and I sentenced his soul to hell."

Noting tensions bristle, Harry saw Gavin Darklighter kneel, bracing his staff. Blue eyes hard, as he settled on a target. The older man ignored the rising tension, mouth moving softly. A stunning spell rocketed out of the staff at speeds no one was capable of dodging. Going down in a thump of limbs and a wand rolling out of the lax grip. The red head male who had been moving towards Harry, now out for the count. Seeing Gavin summon the wand, snapped it and tossed it back to the out cold wizard. The broken focai landed on the wizard's chest and then clattered to the floor.

Ignoring the gasps of outrage of him snapping the wand. "In a fight, better to not leave a weapon in the hands of a enemy. By snapping a wand, your opponent can't fight back. Unless they are like us. We don't just use staffs or even wands, but we use whatever weapon we have on hand. That may be a pistol, or grenade launcher."

"Boss?" Harry heard Bucky Buchanan Barnes Jr. murmur from behind him. The son of the infamous Winter Soldier. Escaped from captivity, sought help. Harry had found him badly bleeding and brought him home.

"Yeah Buck?" Harry responded, feeling the cool metal arm against his shoulder. He trusted the man with his life. Fed various drugs to enhance his performance. Bucky is a super soldier on par with S.H.I.E.L.D's Steve Rodgers.

"Got the coordinates." Came the low murmur. Harry nodded once, noting Zac Banner stiffen, breath in deeply to keep the rage monster known as the Hulk under control. Son of Bruce and Linda Banner. He inherited the gamma radiation effects and plus he is a genius on par with his parents.

"You okay Zac?" Harry asked, sensing Gavin move. In the middle of a circle of marines made up of wizards, super soldiers and mutants. "Yeah boss, I'm okay."

Albus eyed the group, noting how each man had placed Harry in the middle of their protective circle. Men willing to protect their commanding officer. The man with the metal arm glanced down at his watch and said "phase portal opening. T-minus three minutes." The man glanced down at Potter, leaning against him lightly.

Potter nodded again, green eyes flashing briefly towards the glaring Liam. Albus watched and waited. The wards around Hogwarts would keep this phase portal from entering.

"Hasta La vista." Potter cried out as shadows engulfed the group. Leaping forward with a cry of rage, Liam landed in the growing shadows.

HYDRA HQ. Airborne over the Pacific.

"So tell me," Voldemort purred softly, eying the American president, "where is Harry James Potter? I know he is apart of the special division of W.A.N.D." Noting a faint curl of the lips from the man.

"In truth, Gibbs is most likely on his way." The man replied. Voldemort smirked "not with a Fidelius around the carrier."

"Old magic doesn't have a hold on me." Came a low voice. Spinning around, Voldemort saw a group of men kneeling in a circle, staffs aimed outwards. Popping up from out of the middle, the Brat-who-wouldn't-die shouted "tonight you die Riddle!"

"Fuck it!" The other man who looked like Potter. Leaping upwards, sheathing the staff. Guns appearing in his hands. Shooting and taking out the two HYRDA soldiers on either side of him. They dropped soundlessly. "Stay put Potter!" He roared at the other man.

Shooting off a Cruciatus curse, watching as it hit and Potter remained upright. "Magic has no hold on me especially of the Grey, dark, black, forbidden and ancient arts." A roundhouse kick sent him tumbling, tripping over the president's legs. Who had deliberately stuck his legs out.

"To me!" Voldemort bellowed, and Hydra soldiers gifted with his mark appeared. Running horizontally across the wall, ahead of the spray of bullets. Potter dove off. Using the shoulders of the metal armed man as a spring board. Who was crouched over the cursing Potter. One hand planted in the middle of his back as the older man crouched over the prone form.

Liam struggled to remove the Muggle with the metal arm, but his wand stuffed into the metal armed Muggle's pocket. From his position he saw his brother in the middle of a somersault to land in the midst of the Muggles and Voldemort.

Voldemort saw an unholy gleam of fire, before Potter was in their midst. Hands and feet wreaking havoc and sending soldiers flying off. "Potter!" He roared, casting a banishing spell to send the man out of his space.

A spell skimmed past his left ear, ripping it clear off. As blood gushed out of the hole, he eyed the man who had shot the cutting curse. Dressed in leather combat clothes, an odd insignia over his heart. The Muggle gun on his hip, futuristic in appearance.

"You kill me," Voldemort sneered, "and I will come back stronger then ever." Potter snorted "soul anchors are hardly useful. They weaken your magic. And agents have collected the anchors."

W.A.N.D HQ.

Nick Fury eyed the ring, cup, diadem, necklace. Then at the caged snake. A smoldering old book laid on his desk. Glancing up at Agent Hill, Agent Coulson. Then at the W.A.N.D operative. Agent X held a beaker, hissing with what appeared to be a corrosive agent.

"Basilisk venom," Agent X said. Picking up the ring, Fury felt something reach out. Pleading with him to protect the ring. Agent X murmured softly, Fury felt a wand tip touch the back of his head.

Out of the corner of his eye, the man in the bright orange spacesuit, a metal object on his hip.

"Sorry Director, but we can not allow anyone to disrupt the destruction process. Stand down Agent Skywalker."

Fury eyed the man beside him.

As the ring was dissolved in the basilisk venom, he felt the pleading get worse. As each item was destroyed, something in the back of his mind shifted. Releasing him. Staring around the room, Fury eyed each agent.

"When Gibbs gets back, bring him to me." Fury demanded. Agent X nodded then said "but I can tell you, Gibbs won't take it kindly being moved out of W.A.N.D. You better shield S.H.I.E.L.D from the wrath of an angry archmage. And if you move Gibbs, his entire team will go with him. Gibbs has the unwavering loyalty of his team."

Hearing Stark snicker at the unprepared pun. Then a yelp as Romanoff slapped the genius billionaire. Seeing Banner roll his eyes, Barton and Rodgers shake their head. Then Bucky Barnes Senior sigh heavily and pinch his nose. The Norse god of thunder, Thor groaned, thumping his head into his hands with a heavy sigh. Then the Norse god of mischief, Loki chuckled.

The Avengers, while having had heard of W.A.N.D's top team of wizards, mutants and soldiers never had actually met the team. "Noted." Fury remarked, glaring at Stark. Agent X nodded briefly before leaving with the destroyed objects and beaker.

HYDRA HQ.

Running along, half dragging his twin. Harry cursed as he shot a blasting curse at the forsaken Witch Killers. Mutant dogs given a special mixture of drugs. Able to hunt wizards by their use of magic.

S.H.I.E.L.D and Hydra had found the dogs on a planet deep within the uncharted territories. Hydra had found immediate use for the dogs. Originally the dogs were used to hunt down and kill Jedi, but giving them the mixture that made them stronger, also gave them the ability to sense Magic users and hunt them down as well as Jedi.

Whimpering in pain, Liam cried out as his badly mangled leg was jarred. Noting the dead end, only a window. Cursing, Harry threw Liam over his shoulder, ignoring the yelp of pain. Sheathing his staff. Picking up speed, he heard Barnes voice "got you on scope boss. Falcon is in position."

"When we exit the carrier, shoot the god forsaken killers!" Harry shouted over the baying. Blasting the window, he dove out into the middle of a torrent of rain. Gunfire ripped past them, Bucky perched on the nose of the carrier, as Banner kept the ship perfectly stable. Plummeting downwards, Harry felt arms clamp around him and Liam.

Thick unruly brown hair tickled his neck as Falcon pumped the massive wings. Gaining altitude, before swooping into the carrier. Snapping his wings around himself, Falcon groused "couldn't of Agent X made these carriers bigger?"