Chapter Three: Returning to the present

Author Note: Yes I know that many of you wanted to see what Harry had learned while in the past but for now, I am keeping quite a bit of it a secret so that it can be shown later on when needed.

Three long years had passed for Harry and he was now at the time when he had travelled into the past.

During the time, Harry had been training for fourteen hours a day, seven days a week for the entire time that he had been away. It wasn't as though he could go out anywhere or go and see his friends since he was in the past, but at least he could do one thing useful and that was to train relentlessly. At least then he got something good out of it.

Harry was glad that most of his training was out of the way and was now nearing his goal of becoming a war mage – someone who could easily outstrip a team of Aurors and was something that Harry had not only the power to do but also had the inclination, not that he wanted to go defeating teams of Aurors on a whim, but felt that the training would be useful if he ever returned to England to face his destiny, something he wasn't so keen to do at the moment.

Harry and Andrew made their way to Harry's flat that the Harry from the past had just left. When there, they would unpack their belongings before heading over to the meeting that they had scheduled with the head of department within the department of intelligence.

Harry an Andrew trudged the unfamiliar back streets to Harry's flat, being careful not to encounter the Harry from the past (as there was still a short amount of time before he left).

Harry and Andrew neared the block of apartments that Harry lived in and observed as the past Harry walked out of the apartment and towards the main street. They waited for several minutes before heading into the apartment.

It was exactly how Harry remembered it. However, considering he had literally only just walked out, then nothing really could have changed in the few minutes that the place had been empty.

"Right, its an hour until our meeting with the department of intelligence. Lets get our main gear organised, but leave the packing until afterwards," Andrew says as he emptied the shrunken trunks out of his pockets, causing Harry to look at him with scepticism. "The head of department often can spring many surprises onto us, such as unexpected missions. Now since you have just completed three years worth of training and can probably take on the best of the best in the dark world, then he can easily spring something nasty on you."

Harry made a sour face as the words that Andrew had spoken sunk in. "That means that there could be a high chance that I could be ordered back to England to deal with their dark problem."

"Correct. In fact, I would be surprised if he did not order it, it would seem like something that he would easily do, not only to help the light side prevail with little loss of life, but also to get huge favours from the entire ministry of magic in Britain," Andrew explains, "Many governments do work like this, trading favours with each other to help with different things at different times. The head of department is using the current crisis there to his own advantage."

"Not something I would like to do though," Harry complained.

"True," Andrew compromises, "But you do owe the DOI a big favour as well as out Auror division, neither of them had to take you in since you were a foreign national as well as only educated to OWL standard, they want their favour returned, even if you tell them where to stick the job at the end of it. At least you would be qualified to work in either department back home as either a war mage in your department of mysteries or an Auror in the law enforcement, at least you would make the record books over there as being the youngest."

"Not too comforting with the way the government is over there. Hey, if I were ordered over there, who would I have to answer to?"

"You are currently in the employ of the ministry of the Pacific Rim. Therefore, you would follow our orders. Sometimes, over there, if there is a crisis and a call goes out for all Aurors to go to the law enforcement, then you would have to reply just as any local Auror, but otherwise you would follow our orders and not theirs," Andrew explains.

Harry looks at his watch (issued during training) and notices that his past self has just time travelled. "Shall we get to the office Andrew? The meeting isn't too far away now."

"Sure thing," Andrew says, looking at his own watch.

Andrew and Harry headed out of the apartment, dressed in standard Department of Intelligence gear, which included a long grey cloak with a grey hood which covered their faces. It also had a spell on it so that they had perfect vision, could allow some people to see them while everyone else couldn't and refused to be removed by anyone who was not a member of the department of intelligence.

They quickly followed the main route to the ministry of magic which was via the main shopping precinct within the town. They were about half way up the precinct when there was a series of pops behind them.

Both Harry and Andrew withdrew their wands from their holders and spun around within a moment and brought up their wands to chest height, a spell ready to be cast wordlessly at their opponents within an instant.

Standing in front of them was something that Harry was hoping to avoid. Death Eaters. Not only that – twelve of them.

"Freeze," Harry yelled at the group, "You are all under arrest."

All twelve death eaters turned to stare at Harry and Andrew, whose identities were hidden by their grey cloaks.

"Or what? You'll jelly legs us?" A baby voice sounded from under one of the masks.

Harry felt his anger flare at the death eater. He knew exactly who it was under the mask. Harry pointed his wand at the death eater who spoke and cast a cutting curse at her throat which she dodged, but the death eater behind her did not, causing him to loose his head quite literally before falling to the ground with a splat.

The rest of the death eaters looked on in anger and disgust that this unknown man would do something like this to a death eater. They all raised their wands simultaneously and began casting spells towards Harry and Andrew, many of them either unforgivable or dark in nature.

Andrew and Harry quickly dived out of the way of the many curses before returning fire with their own lethal curses. Everyone who had been in the shopping area all dove for cover the moment that the disturbance had started, knowing that when members of the department of intelligence were after a group of people, spells often went flying.

Spells were thrown back and forth between the two groups for what seemed like hours when the last death eater was taken down with a killing curse from Andrew. Both Harry and Andrew were exhausted beyond belief but carried on with their duty.

Andrew and Harry went to each death eater in turn, seeing if Harry recognised any of them before turning them into a portkey to transport them (regardless of whether they were dead or unconscious) to the department of intelligence holding cells.

Harry finally stood up straight and stretched, many bones cracking an muscles stretching back to normal before looking at his watch. "Ah damn, we're late for that meeting," Harry said in a sad voice.

Andrew looked up at Harry, disbelief on his face. Several seconds, he started laughing and laughing hard. So hard in fact that he had to lean on a nearby wall to stop from falling over.

"What?" Harry asks, "What is so funny?"

"You! 'late for that meeting' we've just had a huge battle and that's what you come out with – unbelievable," Andrew gasped, trying to catch his breath.

"Well technically, we did arrange the meeting three years ago, we could of at least called ahead to tell them we would be late, especially with my bad luck for attracting attention," Harry explained.

"True," Andrew said seriously while nodding, before a grin appeared on his face, "But now we should get to the ministry and show the head of department out prize."

"What do you think he will do with them?" Harry asks as they approach the ministry building.

"He will hand them over to the British ministry to be dealt with. Saves our government having to deal with them long term. If they had committed more crimes here then we would deal with them but as it stands, we can wave it and send them back since they will be convicted of much worse back there," Andrew explains as the pair head into a lift.

"You mean to tell me that this government doesn't have enough? Doesn't the crime of attempted murder sound like enough?" Harry asked, barely restraining his anger.

"That would mean having to go public with the department an our identities, also go with the fact that you were the one who fired the first shot and not them, they would white wash us through the courts and it's not worth all of the hassle that we would get back for convicting them," Andrew argued.

"Damn it," Harry said with frustration just before the lift stopped at their floor.

The pair quickly exited the lift and headed down the corridor to where their meeting was going to take place.

They stopped in front of a door. Harry recognised it as the same door as he had went through to see the head of department just before he was transported back three years.

Andrew knocked on the door and waited for several seconds before a muffled voice told them to enter. He opened the door and stepped in, Andrew following behind.

Sitting behind the desk was the head of the department of intelligence. Harry looked at him and thought that the man looked exactly the same as when he had last saw him, before remembering that it was the same day that he was transported back three years so nothing could have changed.

"Ah Harry, Andrew, I was wondering when you two would show up. You two wouldn't know anything about the dozen death eaters transported to our holding cells would you?" The man asked as the pair sat down in front of the desk.

"Actually we do," Andrew stated, "We encountered them in the shopping precinct up the road when we were heading to this meeting and took them out."

"Some of them are dead, two due to a nasty decapitation," the man pointed out.

"Ah yes, that was Harry, took one out with the first spell of the battle too," Andrew replied, not wanting to be blamed.

The department head looked at Harry sharply. "Give me a good reason why I shouldn't arrest you Mr Potter."

"She is a convicted death eater currently on the loose from the British Ministry of Magic. According to Provision 15 of the Nagasaki Treaty with the British Ministry of Magic, we, as members of the Pacific Rim Law Enforcement are allowed to use any means at our disposal, at our discretion, to capture these dangerous fugitives who are known to be wanted for many crimes in Britain," Harry said confidently, causing the head of department to relax.

"Looks like training was completed successfully then since you can recite laws perfectly," the man said.

Harry nodded at the man but didn't add anything.

"That means that you can head onto your last part of training – being in the field. Now since we have had this little visit by these death eaters, who appeared to be looking for you, we are going to send you on a lovely mission – to head back to England and deal with them there," the man ordered, "We don't really want them screwing up our nation nor killing any locals so we are sending you to the heart of the problem to deal with it. You have already shown that you attract death eaters like shit does flies. There are already two British Aurors on their way to deal with the captors and to take them back to blighty. You will head back with them Harry and work closely with those two."

"What are the two Auror's names?" Harry asks reasonably, not wanting to work with a loon.

"Their head of law enforcement called them Tonks and Shacklebolt. They should be here in ten minutes via a portkey," the boss replied.

"Oh Shit," Harry says clearly and loudly, "How can I work closely with them when they are closely associated with Dumbledore and may be connected with the investigation over in Britain?"

"Madam Bones told me to tell you that they have already been cleared. All their activities have been by the book and they have done everything within their power so you will be safe with them. Now did you happen to recognise any of the death eaters from previous encounters?"

"Yeah, four of them," Harry replies, going with the flow, "Lucius Malfoy and the three LeStranges. None of them survived and were the only ones killed during the battle and all were escapee's."

"OK, now why don't the pair of you head to the break room until the British Aurors arrive? Then we can do a full debriefing of you two and it will save you repeating yourselves when they arrive."

"Yes Sir," Harry and Andrew replied at the same time before heading out of the room and to the recreation room down the hall, which was currently empty to wait for the arrival of the two Aurors from Britain.