An old I idea that I have had for sometime that I decided to make into a one shot.

"In poker you never play your hand. You play the man across from you." -James Bond

There are far stranger things in life than what goes on in the limited view of an observer. At any moment, of any day, at any time a person could die yet lives his or her days as though it was not their last day. No one pays attention to the details of their surroundings as they traveled the same route daily as there is no point in remembering the same face you see on your journey to work or a new one, who fits in and who doesn't gets blurred in a multitude of seconds passing by. Two figure walks alone in London, dressed smartly in their suits and ties like well off office workers. One of which is clearly a child but a father taking his son to work is not an uncommon sight in London so no one paid them any mind. It wasn't their business to guess what the duo were doing with a cart with a raven and a snake.

There are many things in the world people would notice. Like how the boy's eyes watched the crowd though tinted lens of his glasses to move with ease with such a load without impeding the foot traffic. Or how he avoided cameras and the security's sight with the elder judging him as he walked with his cane. Today was his first day of his journey to Hogwarts and yet unlike many children that were moving towards the platform the boy was calm, his motions betraying nothing as he moved like a predator. Seeing his refection the boy straightened his bow tie and rushed back his hair.

'Lesson three, always look respectable. Lesson seven, matters matter. Lesson one, always portray yourself as collected and calm.' The boy thought as he recalled his adoptive father's rules. Returning to his path he made his way to platform nine and three quarters. He had a mission, to learn what he could about magic and become an heir worthy of his adoptive father's name.

James Bond, Aka 007.

Mr. Bond watched as his heir moved towards the place where the goblin said new students would go to get onto the train. The old man humbled along behind the boy watching him for mistakes he would have to correct but was happy that the training was paying off. Coughing the old ex spy cursed his love for cigars that lead to his retirement. Having not smoked a joint for over a decade the damage was healing but the old man's lungs were still weak even with all the 'fun' he had done in his job. He nodded his head to a man and woman who were walking with their daughter with a cat.

"Mr. Bond, I didn't expect to see you here."

Bond smiled as he reached out to shake the man's hand. "Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, how are you too this morning? Here to drop your daughter off as well?"

"Oh yes, she is ready for her... education... after all." Mr. Granger coughed out as Hermine raced towards Bond's son. The two were paired to be a team and the fact they were both heading to Hogwarts made both former agents slightly more relaxed.

As the adults talked Hermine made it to her partner. "Morning Mr. Potter or is it Bond?"

"Potter Miss Granger." Harry Potter/Bond replied with her giving him a pout. "No one knows whom Bond is in this world we are about to be a part of and the Potter name carries weight after all."

"It certainly does Harry." Hermine teased as she blew him an air kiss. "Remembered to read the beginner's book for young witches and wizards for proper manners?"

"Indeed. Perhaps it would be best to met one of the three female heirs to get a feeling of the political climate after all. " He spoke as they went by a family of red heads who were just milling around as the older man, possibly the father Harry took note, talked excitedly about the marvels of trains.

"While I would be upset with you because of your father's womanizing ways, I must agree. The three female heirs are from what are called grey families so they would be a better place to start. It is better to be grey then a hero or a villain after all."

"Tell that to the bias in the magical community about snakes."

Hermine took a look at the snake and rolled her eyes. "Your taking along the black mamba hybrid is a concern Harry. The fact you have him after that trip to Africa tells me that your planning something."

"Of course. Where else could I find rare venom?" Harry chuckled out as his snake hissed out a remark about he wouldn't let his venom be used to kill students. "You know as well as I do that I have a special permission for a rare pet after I used the bylaws."

"Yes, that his kind is almost impossible to find as long lived as normal they would die in around an hour. Wasn't the wand maker and the potion teacher we had for our guide overly excited?"

"Yes. His father was a Black mamba and a Horned Serpent from America hybrid and his mother was a mamba and Ashwinder. Making him half mamba, quarter Horned serpent and Ashwinder." Came his collected reply. He did not understand why he was in a contract with a relatively new wand maker and the potion professor over material being sold to them for exclusive use but he had gotten a custom wand and information on what to expect in class for the deal... Along with three gallons a month from each.

{The fact that fire and water are opposites is a clear reason they wanted my sheddings and venom my liege}

Harry ignored his pet's words as he took note of the platform. No need to show he could take to snakes even if he could get away with underage magic. Fingering his want the young wizard wondered if he should have taken the one that Ollivander wanted him to have but shook his head to that idea. The wand that the old man tried to force onto him for ten gallons was all wrong as he felt sick with it even if the wand maker said it was a good match. Only because of his father's help was he able to leave the shop without the wand.

'Manchineel wood grown inside a dragon's corpse with holy water added every fifth day and each full moon a hint of Sphinx dung he said,' Harry thought as he felt his wand. 'With a core of my pet's sheddings. Great for combat, healing, water and fire based magic but poor at charms.'

Harry smiled as the memory of what the wand maker said after finishing his work for his new favorite material source. "This wand is not for a the faint of heart Mr. Bond. It is a picky thing, made for you who lives as a contradiction of what is and what should not be. I may not be as versed as others in wand lore in the Wizarding world but I know what I see. This wand is for someone who lives in the darkness of the world, to keep out the monsters from ever reaching the light.. or to drag them to the abyss from where they came from. Be careful of your choices in life young lad as the road you will walk with take you to places where others may not want to have relived but are needing a bit of light."

...

"Excuse me madam, but is it alright if we join you today in this cabin?" Daphne Greengrass looked up to the boy who had knocked on her compartment door with manners better then a pure blood. With him there was a girl who was chatting with the heiress of Bones. "If do are waiting for others to join you then we will try elsewhere."

"Umm, I have only my friend who will be joining after she freshens up but you join us." Daphne cursed her stamper as her elicit classes rose up after her confusion. "Might I have your name?"

"Birth name or the one I rather go by?"

Daphane blinked. "Like a nick name?"

"No," came the amused response. "Just the name I now go by but others would not understand."

The raven haired boy reached out with his hand and looked her in the eyes. "My name is Potter. Harry Potter, or as others would like to call me the boy-who-lived and I hope we have a good year at Hogwarts Miss Daphane."

...

Harry ignored the stares of his Ravenclaw housemates as he conversed with his snake and ate with high dining educate that made the pure-bloods interested in who was his teacher. He didn't mind if they thought he was dark for speaking with his friend as no one was dark or light but shades of gray. Magic was a gift after all and he wasn't about to be ashamed of what he could do. The house of the Griffin was annoying with their load chattering of if he was dark to why wasn't he in their house. The Hufferpuffs were at least quite with their gossip but then again he had tow allies in the camp of the hard workers. Sipping his tea he noted to show hard work to overcome the bias towards speakers and perhaps gain the loyalty of that house.

The house of the snakes were also talking in hushed tones. He could tell that his rebuff of the Weakly (He doubted that was his last name) boy and the polite decline from Malfoy that lead to his fellow first year looking at him with respect. He knew that many pure born witches and wizards would not care for him if he appeared without manners or elicit so by being polite and neutral, stating that he was not ready to begin social circles just yet as he would like to figure out the first week here at the castle had the blonde nodding in agreement and set up a time to meet at the library before dinner at the end of the week if possible. Malfoy had influence and the makings of a leader in the house and by making it seem as though Malfoy had the idea of a place and time to meet with him after he could settled in would give the young heir a chance to build up his power base and learn the structure of his own house. Thus making an alliance with him more important then ever, or at lease mutual respect.

As for Ravenclaw he wasn't worried. He had the smartest person of his year with him and the idea of him just being a polite book reader was find by him.

After all, the last mistake a person makes is believing another is harmless.

'This is going to be a fun year.'

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