Cloak and Dagger: Mirror Image

Chapter 3

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-I own nothing-

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

-Sounds-

Radio, TV Newscasts, or Messages

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AN: Here we greet the CIA and the cast of Covert Affairs, which I don't own. Also, we get in-depth coverage of some of Harry's past.

"Mikey, I'm telling you, this chick's no joke," Sam said sitting at the bar in the loft, "Six feet tall, blond, and to top it off a wet work specialist. I asked a few of my fed buddies and it turns out, this deadly German has been on their watch list for years, she pops up on the radar here and there but they can never pin her down long enough to get answers from her."

"Who's she work for?" Michael asked after a minute, it had been a week since he was beaten and he was now able to get back to his daily life.

Sam took a gulp of his beer and set it down, "That's just it, five years ago she was under contract with a PMC called the Veterans Combat Initiative, at the time she had popped up in Moscow but after that she just vanishes. It's like she fell off the face of the world and since the VCI have been disbanded for years they stopped updating their files."

"So no clue on who's using me," the burnt spy huffed.

Sam nodded holding his beer up to his lips, "Seems that way Mikey,"

The door to the loft swung open, catching their attention as Fiona walked in with an agitated frown on her face.

"Fi?" Michael said, letting the unasked question hang there.

The woman walked over to them and crossed her arms, "I just spent the last two hours trying to find a lead on anyone whose bought an M60, I got absolutely nothing. Although, I did scare some of my gunrunning biker friends out of a few years on their lives so I guess it wasn't a complete waste."

Sam finished off his beer and tossed the bottle in the trash, "I wouldn't keep trying Fi, from the VCI Dossier I got on our German friend, she had it well before she started working for them."

"How's Kenny and his son?" Michael asked after a second, they had managed to get the man his money back and Fiona said that she would check up on them.

"His son is scheduled to have his surgery soon," Fiona replied with a small smile, happy with how things turned out.

"So he had enough money for it?"

Fiona got a confused look on her face, "That's just the thing, with all it cost for the operation, Kenny would've gone bankrupt… but someone else had already paid for half the cost and left two tickets for a week long vacation at Disney World."

"People do that all the time," Sam shrugged, "They hear the story and pool their money to help a kid in need."

Fiona shook her head, "No… I don't think so,"

"Why not?"

"Michael… it was signed from you,"

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Harry was silent as he sat in his chair behind his desk, scheming and contemplating. Being the head of a nonexistent shadow agency was a life of leisure and ease, people reported to their bosses who in turn reported to their bosses and sooner or later, depending on the importance or need, it reached him. He'd have to remember to thank Leland and Dumbledore when he got to hell, Leland for obvious reasons and Dumbledore for trying to control his life.

Had it not been for that old man trying to manipulate him then he would've never got to where he was in life, never would've found out that he, like Tonks, was a metamorphmagus. Through his anger he shattered the blocks Dumbledore used to limit his powers and vanished from the world at the age of fifteen, returning only to kill Voldemort with a killing curse to the face two years later.

He had taken control of his vaults by then and was using his money to bribe the goblins into making it so Harry Potter no longer existed while one Harold E. Black appeared out of thin air.

Almost a year after killing Voldemort, Dumbledore was in full swing trying to hunt him down, saying that he needed to be with friends and family after the whole ordeal, when in truth, he only wanted to control him and continue stealing money from his vault.

Harry answered back in spades in the summer of 1998, using his metamorphmagus skill, he changed into a younger random kid around the age of 13 and entered Hogwarts at noon while the headmaster and a few of the other teachers were dining. They were surprised to see such a young man traveling alone but surprise turned to shock which turned to horror as a bright green killing curse shot from the child's wand and struck the headmaster in the face with enough force to blast the wooden throne he sat on backwards with the old man's now dead body tumbling back.

Escaping was simple enough after that, for enough gold, the Goblins supplied him with a magical passport and ID that would change pictures and/or information whenever he tapped it with his wand, a background that said he was a traveler, as well as a wallet and checkbook that could be used for muggle money as well as galleons.

That was where his life took a sharp turn.

FLASHBACK

Holding up his Goblin made ID, Harry studied the photo as it changed to match his looks. It wasn't exactly how he looked right now, his hair was combed back and he was wearing a different shirt in the picture, but Griphook, the Goblin that helped him with his stuff had said something about that being automatic so it doesn't look exactly like you. Which made sense, most people had to wait weeks for an ID or passport and changed overtime.

Walking over to the door of a nightclub, a place he had always wanted to go but never had the chance to before, Harry was stopped by an intimidating bouncer.

"This place is for adults," he told Harry with his arms crossed, his toned muscles bulging under the black shirt he was wearing.

Harry cocked an eyebrow at the man, "Unless the age has been changed then I have nothing to worry about, I'm old enough,"

"Is that so?" the bouncer sneered, "Let me see some ID."

Looking at the waiting hand, Harry reached into the inside pocket of his dark brown leather Aviator Jacket with a ten fur collar and pulled out his ID card, holding it up in the mans face which seemed to anger the man.

"Harold E. Black, is this good enough for you? Harry questioned with a sneer of his own, "Or must I read the rest it to you?"

This must've really pissed him off, especially when the group of girls waiting at the front of the line to get in started giggling, as his face turned a light shade of purple and a little vein bulged on his forehead. "You mother-"

"Ralph!"

The bouncer jumped slightly at the sudden voice and turned to see the owner of the club, a tan man with long curly black hair and a five o'clock shadow wearing a white leisure suit.

"Mr. Carlos!"

"What have I told you huh?" he demanded with a slight Cuban accent, walking from the door of the club and up to the bouncer, "Stop harassing my VIP's!"

This threw both the bouncer and Harry for a loop, but unlike the man being scolded by his boss, Harry hid it well.

After a few curses in a different language, Mr. Carlos turned to him with a grin, "Mr. Black, I've been waiting for you." he stated while beckoning for him to follow, "Forgive me for unsavory welcome, I didn't add your name to my list just as you asked over the phone and was planning on meeting you at the door."

"Ah… it's no problem." Harry replied while going along with it, he had no idea was the hell was going on but he had to admit, he was curious.

"You sounded different over the telephone, you actually have a British accent," the nightclub owner admitted as they walked passed two more bouncers standing on each side of a door labeled VIP.

"Well, you know what they say, when in Rome." Harry said while thinking to himself, 'So he thinks I'm a foreigner,'

Reaching the top, he followed the man into next room, looking around at the scantly clad women walking around and serving drinks or dancing as they went to another door that led to another flight of steps.

The next room was much more luxurious and slightly disturbing. Sitting in the middle of the room was a group of men, the chairs and couches they sat on were all facing a large table. Each man dressed in expensive looking clothing and had a deadly air around them as women were either sitting next to them or looking beautiful in the background. But the first disturbing part was the amount of guns sitting around as well as the small pile of white powder sitting near a stack of white bags. The thing that bothered him the most was the looks of hopelessness and pain that the girls had.

Carlos walked to one of the open seats, smirking at the girl next to him as she cowered slightly while Harry took a seat on the final chair, which was separate from the couches.

"Now that we are all here, we can start our business, the Cuban started while picking up a gun and explaining a few things about it before passing it around.

'Of all the things to get involved in,' Harry mentally groaned, 'I had to get mixed up with illegal arms dealers and human traffickers.'

Passing along the pistol, which Carlos called a Browning 9mm, Harry looked down at the table and the on the other end of it was a submachine gun with a strange clip, the same kind of clip that was laying in front on him next to what he recognized as a grenade of some kind.

"What about this?" he asked, pointing a finger at the thing.

The man picked up another on that was near him, "This is a M84 stun grenade, made by the US… it weighs just over 230 grams, the time delay is one to two seconds long and emit's a deafening bang with a blinding flash."

It too was passed around, but to Harry's luck one man asked about the submachine gun he saw and it too was passed along the other side, without a clip though.

When both the grenade and gun reached Harry, he pulled the primary and secondary pins without anyone noticing, acting like he was admiring the gun while passing the flash bang.

Dropping the gun on his lap, he covered his ears and clinched his eyes shut, just as the grenade went on in the mans hand, causing him to scream as the flash and bang blinded and deafened the rest.

Quickly, he grabbed to full clip to the gun, and popped it into place on the top of the FN P90. Pulling the slid to load it like the Cuban had showed them just moments before, Harry started shooting, starting with the men next to him and leaving the girls alive.

By the time things were finished, Harry was standing over Carlos with his empty P90 and a pistol he didn't know the name of. Every buyer was dead and the girls were unharmed, scared out of their minds and splattered with blood but unharmed.

"Who the hell are you?" the man demanded, blood dripping down his cheek and soaking through his white suit.

Harry dropped the P90 to the side and smirked, "Nobody…" he said, liking the fact that he was basically an unknown person now, something that he had wished for once he learned that fame wasn't what it was cracked up to be. "Just a nobody,"

The final gunshot went off, scaring the former slave girls in the room as the hollow point round splattered their tormentors brains all over the floor.

They looked at him as if he were some kind of god, watching as he dropped the pistol and walked away towards the door as if killing a room full of dangerous men and freeing slaves was a daily chore. Harry opened the door and stuffed his hands in his coat pockets, ignoring the gracious and teary eyes of the girls before he vanished moments before the law showed up.

FLASHBACK END

Later that week he chartered a private jet and flew to the States, New York City to be exact and had a limo take him to the best hotel in the city where he rented a penthouse suite. At the time he had no idea that the CIA were now watching him because of what happened back in the UK. He found out later that Carlos was being watched by the CIA and that he was marked as a person of interest and a possible hitman/crime lord. As it turns out, the man that was suppose to be at that meeting was a Harold Eugene Black, a mobster of some kind. The CIA figured that he murdered the man and took his place before killing those men for their rivals.

He traveled around the city for a few days, unknowingly being followed and researched by the CIA.

Looking back on it now… he had to admit, know knowing what he did, their surveillance should've been a bit obvious.

FLASHBACK

Walking through Central park in his leather coat, Harry was glade that he had the foresight to cast a warming charm on his clothing as winter had fully set in.

Snow was falling to the ground and sticking, allowing children and teens to have snowball fights or make snowmen, the water was frozen solid with people ice-skating in joy, he even saw one couple warming up together on the park bench, faces bright red as they kissed each other senseless.

He sat down for a minute to enjoy the view of a pristine winter wonderland and finally noticed two middle-aged people, a man and a woman. They wore suites that looked out of place in the snow and looked cold, the man even looked annoyed as one kid nailed him in the back of the head with a snowball.

The pair seemed to notice that he was watching them and sat down, acting like nothing was happening.

Harry shrugged and continued to watch the ongoing snowball fight a little ways away from him until he got hungry and left to go get lunch.

His watchers waited a moment before following him down the snowy walkway out onto the sidewalk. Staying a safe distance away from him but keeping him in sight.

Since he was new to the city, he made many twists and turns trying to find a decent place to stop for lunch. Confusing the agents following him and alarming them that he may know about them and was trying to lose his tail.

"Excuse me!" Harry called while walking up to a cop car parked by the sidewalk.

The officer sitting in the passenger seat looked at his partner and rolled down the window, "Can I help you?"

Harry nodded, "Yeah, in your own personal opinion, where is the best place to get lunch? I'm kind of new here,"

They pointed out a pizza place a few blocks away so Harry thanked them and went on his way walking towards the place he was pointed to.

Upon arrival, he took a seat at a booth near the back and once again noticed the two from the park but shrugged it off, only slightly surprised but figured that it was just a coincidence.

FLASHBACK END

It wasn't until he returned to the hotel did he figure out that something was up.

FLASHBACK

Greeting the man who opened the door for him, Harry walked into the lobby and ran into a woman with long blond hair.

"Oh!" he exclaimed while moving to help her up, "Sorry, wasn't watching where I was going,"

The woman straightened her coat and smiled, "It's fine… ah?"

"Harold, but please call me Harry,"

"Anne,"

FLASHBACK END

Anne Catherine Walker… damn she was a looker… guess that's why the CIA sent her under the guise of being on vacation.

FLASHBACK

"Seven languages?" Harry repeated with a raised bow, "Impressive, I guess it makes working at the Smithsonian a lot easier,"

They sat in the hotel bar, talking and getting along while drinking a bit here and there while it slowly turned into flirting.

"So what exactly is it that you do Harry?" Anne asked the man as he drank, figuring that he was getting good and loose from the alcohol.

"Well, I'm between jobs at the moment," He lied, he never had a real job in his life but his papers said that he was an ex contractor. Sneezing, he knocked over his drink and cursed.

"That's it," Anne mused, "No more drinks for you,"

Harry set the glass upright as the bartender shook his head and started wiping it up, "No, I'm fine,"

"Nope, your going to bed even if I have to carry you and tuck you in myself."

They left the bar and went to the elevator where Harry hit the button and directed her to the door as she had to drag him.

Harry wondered why he was feeling so sluggish, he only had two drinks in all. Then it hit him, this woman must've done something. He started channeling his magic to help purge his system out and woke up feeling like new just a minute after hitting his bed.

"Don't worry, he never noticed me pouring that powder in his drink, he'll be out for twelve hours." he heard her say as he silently crept into the living room section of his penthouse suite.

The woman was planting listening devices under the coffee table when he saw her… or rather, her ass. Bent over on all fours, Anne was sticking a bug to the table after reporting in, never noticing the man walk up behind her just as she stood.

FLASHBACK END

He had seen the report Anne filed after hacking into the system through his connections, officially, he caught her planting those bugs and tried to find out what she was doing. She fought him and managed to escape but what wasn't written was the fact that Anne did fight, but she didn't win and manage to escape.

He overpowered her and wrestled her sidearm away when she tried to draw it on him, it was only because of his honed seeker skills that he managed to catch her hand in time and his bigger frame to snatch it away before pushing her down.

But she did get a few good hits on him during the short struggle…

FLASHBACK

Anne yelped as she felt her subcompact and easily concealable Glock be ripped from her grasp before a strong shove sent her toppling over the coffee table and shattering a small vase full of fake flowers that had been sitting there.

Harry flipped the gun around and held it by the grips before massaging his lip, which she had hit with the back of her head when he snuck up on her.

The woman went to push herself up but the sound of the slide cocking on her pistol made her stiffen, in fear that he was about to kill her.

"Please…" Anne started while holding her hands up slightly in surrender, "You don't want to do this,"

Looking at her back, Harry frowned, "You drugged me and tried to plant bugs around my room?" he questioned, mostly to himself as he found it slightly hard to believe. But the proof was right in front of him. "Who are you… exactly."

She went to stand but before she could he had moved and kicked the back of her knees, sending her back down.

"Don't move, I'm still contemplating on writher or not to kill you so don't make me come to a quick conclusion."

"I…" Anne started, shaking as she had never felt so close to dying before, she was still considered an inexperienced agent even though she had done a handful of assignments before. She had volunteered for this one to try and prove herself as a capable operative, Auggie had told her to be careful but with a perfect streak of successes she thought that she had her bases covered.

"WHO ARE YOU!"

"Agent Anne Walker!" she cried after he yelled, "I work for the CIA,"

"CIA?" Harry repeated, "The CIA?"

She nodded.

"Why are the CIA trying to spy on me?"

"I-I don't-"

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" he screamed knowing that the wards around his room would keep his voice from being heard. The sound barrier to keep noise from coming in worked both ways like that.

"I don't know!" she cried, breaking down finally, "I volunteered for this, I thought it would be a simple job so I didn't ask why. Please don't kill me, I was just doing my job."

Harry pressed the barrel of the small handgun to the back of her skull, making her tense and shake harder, a small sob slipping from her lips.

-BANG-

Dropping the pistol on the floor, Harry turned away and walked into his bedroom, grabbing the shrunken case with his most important belongings along with his wallet before returning to the living room where Anne sat crying on her knees, a smoking bullet hole next to her left knee on the floor.

"You almost died tonight Ms. Walker," he told her blandly and coldly, "I'd recommend that you find a new profession, one that you could handle a lot better than you are now. I suggest that you take my advice, because if you ever try to do something like this to me again, I won't move the barrel at the last moment."

FLASHBACK END

When the CIA finally found his fabricated records, it didn't take too long for them to piece together things that weren't actually there. His 'trips' around the world were pegged as him going to a job. Annalists poured over any unsolved or suspicious cases, trying to match times and dates to the data from his passport until he had a list of jobs that he was suspected of pulling that got the attention of multiple intelligence agencies.

As of now, he was only twenty eight but had the form of a older man and the dossier of a veteran freelancer. At the age of 19 he was being approached by recruiters wherever he used the name Harold Even Black, or if it wasn't a recruiter, a spy looking to take him out for a mission he supposedly did.

By the age of 20, he was the proud owner of a dozen handguns and master of disguise, or so they said, in truth he was just changing his looks to mess with the people after him and give him a few days of peace before dropping his name to pop back up on the radar of the muggles.

He learned things over time, bits and pieces from some kind of natural legitimacy he had that he used to pick up a little about each subject over time. lock picking here, fighting there, hacking, sabotage… the list went on. He tried to refine and build on that but he couldn't for some reason unknown to him. So he settled on doing what he normally did in the past when something was wrong, blamed Snape. It was only then that he figured out that for once, blaming Snape was probably the right thing to do, after all those half-assed lessons on 'clearing your mind' seemed to more harm than good, bastard must've ruined it somehow.

Anyway, between the years 2000 and 2003, he soon started to live up to the reputation others gave him, training himself in the skills that he though would be useful of just cool to know. Then, in 2003 he was approached by a recruiter for an agency that he couldn't name and decided to join just to test things out. He took a few tests, aced them and soon found himself walking to a meeting place only to blackout and wake up in the medical bay, after that… well the rest was history.

His musing was disturbed when his assistant walked in, she was a former agent of the Japan's Johohonbu, otherwise known as the Defense Intelligence Headquarters. They collected information and analyzed it for planning defense or operation policy. Officially, the information was collected from open sources but in truth, they had spies helping with the Intel gathering.

Her name was Yoko, she was one of those spies… or use to be before she quit and vanished, joining G22 at first before being invited to be his assistant once the new Organization was up and running.

Yoko was a mixed child between an American man and a Japanese women, she said that she looked just like her late mother with long black stereotypical hair but had her fathers bright blue eyes. She was trained in hand-to-hand combat and also had skills with a pistol and sniper but that didn't mean she was only a fighter, she could hack and perform magic with a computer sometimes having to stop and wait for it to catch up with her because she typed so fast.

"Sir, the plane is ready,"

Looking to the older woman, he nodded and stood, "Is all the other preparations complete?"

"Yes sir, the cargo is being loaded, the files have been added to the FBI database thanks to a contact we have and I made sure that the right people have heard what was needed. I also took the liberty of calling ahead to have a limo waiting to pick us up on the tarmac and booked a hotel suite that should be to your liking."

He walked around his desk and towards the door, smiling at the woman as he passed, "Good work as always Yoko, I'll have something else for you to take care of when we are in the air."

To anyone else that would've sounded innocent enough, but to the girl, she knew exactly what he meant and it made her blush despite her training. Others saw her as a strong, scary, and independent woman, the ultimate challenge to men. She was serious and hardworking, seeming to have no time or care for romance. Any man that tried to get with her were blown off and some had started to believe that she was a lesbian, but in truth it was simple, she was attracted to power. Compared to her boss, no one else could stand up to him in that right.

Growing up as a mixed child, children had picked on her because of her father, who left her and her mother behind and ran off. Her first crush was on her teacher, a woman who made the others stop picking on her and helped her if she needed it. Later on she became attracted to the headmaster of her university because of his position of power. Then when she was recited to work for the DIH she became enamored yet again with the DIH Director.

Looking back she recognized the pattern and had wasn't surprised when she once again fell for Harry, he had control over a major company in Russia that was slowly branching out into more countries, he commanded a PMC like his own personal army, had G22 spying and retrieving data all over the world for him, he even had a major terrorist group with terror cells all over the world at his beck and call. And those were just the major ones, he had contacts and spies in multiple governments and intelligence agencies.

She figured that it was only a matter of time before she tired to be his, her instinctual attraction to power always drove her towards the strongest person writher they be a man or woman and she was right, after a year of suppressing her wants, she finally snapped and went for it.

"Come along Yoko, don't fall behind," Harry called from down the long hallway that led to their combined offices, making her blush darken at being caught daydreaming.

She jogged to catch up with him and followed closely behind like a loyal pet, reaching the elevator and taking it up to the rooftop where they boarded a helicopter that would take them to the airport.

Upon arrival they were greeted by a squad of the best VCI soldiers who guarded the plane while the flight crew lined up next to the steps waiting for him as they always did when he needed to fly somewhere.

Yoko stood near the steps of the jet and watched her boss talk to the squad commander as wooden crates were loaded off a forklift and into a smaller cargo hold in the back by some grunts paid not to ask questions and keep their mouths shut.

Over the five years of working under him, no pun intended, she slowly came to realize just how serious her attraction to him was, she would literally kill for him. A fact she found out when he had her assassinate an official from the Criminal Intelligence Bureau of the Hong Kong Police Force to protect a man named Steven Heck, an assignment that she accomplished without pause. It scared her a bit, to know that she could kill so easily for a man and not even feel anything while watching news footage of his grieving widow and crying children.

Her thoughts vanished in an instant once they were in the air and locked in his private area in the back, which held a large bed and a flat screen TV facing it. Laying nude on his bed, Yoko pushed all of her previous thoughts out of her mind and concentrated on the feel of his butterfly kisses being trailed down her body from her neck and slowly heading south while his hands explored her already conquered terrain.

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Michael groaned as he sat down in his loft, tired after a long day of trying to track down the person that rigged his apartment door to blow. They had managed to catch a glimpse of him in a camera and went to search his house but found it torched,

Fiona decided to check some of her contacts to try and find a lead on the bomber and Sam offered to hit up some of his own so he hopefully had a few hours to rest until morning.

Only that hope was dashed when his phone rang and Sam nearly screamed at him.

"Whoa Sam, slow down… what's the problem."

"Mike, I just heard from one of my Fed buddies that a known associate of the VCI is coming in by plane in the morning and get this… three flights using that same runway have been postponed and security in that area will be shut down all morning for 'repairs'"

"That's a lot of time just for some repairs,"

"Yeah, and the security guards have suddenly been replaced by unknown guards."

"Seems like SIE may be getting some company from an old friend,"

"Actually Mikey, I think it's more than that, I was doing some surveillance at the airport, SIE and her men are securing the area, I managed to record something over the directional mic." There was a small pause as Sam picked up his recorder and clicked play.

"Speed it up, this place must be perfect before they arrive, I will not seem like a fool when the Commander gets here,"

"Mike, I think SIE and Carla's boss is paying them a visit."

To be continued…

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