AN: We don't own any of the character portrayed in the story below. All Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and characters are the property of their creators. Any likenesses are purely coincidental. The timeline is an AU since instead of starting Hogwarts at age 11 they started at 15. Also, make use of modern technology and current events. Takes place year 4. Please Read, Review and if you enjoy this story favorite and follow. Rated M for Violence and language.

Mayhem's Messenger

By: BROMBROS

Chapter 1

Harry James Potter, son of James Charlus Potter and Lily Marie Evans-Potter. Heir and Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter. Recent Graduate of St. Gabrielle's Royal Military Academy. A young man a month short of his eighteenth birthday. One of the wealthiest individuals in Europe, the wealthiest man in the UK. These facts while interesting were only a portion of the picture. Harry, due to strange genetic fluke has the ability to use magic. Like his parents before him, he had the ability to manipulate the world around him with gestures, potions, willpower, and intent.

His parents had graduated from a school that taught young teenage witches and wizards magic of various disciplines. He should have followed in their footsteps but it wasn't meant to be. His parents had been killed when he was fifteen months old. After their deaths, he had been sent to his mother's sister and her husband. He stayed with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon Dursley and their son Dudley until he was old enough for them to ship him off to boarding school and then Military School. There was no love lost between himself and his relatives, there were no feelings of family longing. He didn't hate them, he just didn't like being around them. His maternal grandparents hadn't either. Before they died they had disowned Petunia. She had refused to leave her abusive husband. And she had struck her pregnant sister when she begged her to leave said, husband. That had been the final straw, so they decided to cut her off for fear of Vernon causing harm to come to Petunia and in turn collecting the inheritance money.

The schooling had been a good thing, though. Due to his heritage and a few people in the Government, Harry had been given educational opportunities above the norm. It was an expensive trick and definitely not without its risks, but it put Harry far beyond his peers both in the normal world and that of the Magical one.

Harry had met some good people too, some of which he had kept in contact with. A few friends, a couple of Instructors, a few other people in both worlds who were good to know. All of them were rather useful contacts.

This lead to his current activity of leaning against one of the many walls in King Cross Station. It was the same thing he had been doing while on Christmas Leave. Waiting for the daughter of one of those contacts, a former teacher who had earned his Doctorate in Military History, Dr. Daniel Granger. He had passed away three years prior due to Colon Cancer. He himself Alumni of St. Gabrielle's got his Doctorate after five years of service in the Royal Marines.

The Daughter, a young woman with curly brown hair and eyes like honey, Hermione Jane Granger was his long distance girlfriend. Though there was a tickle in the back of his head that told him the distance situation might no longer be an issue in their relationship.

Harry had been standing there for about thirty minutes and had gotten a few quizzical stares for just loitering. Since the 7/7 bombing, security was tighter, it resulted in the London Police and everyday citizens being more observant. Looking at his watch again he saw that it was time to make his way towards the Platform 9 ¾ where the Hogwarts Express was due to pull in, in five minutes.

Hermione would be disembarking the same train that his parents had taken in their youth. It was the main form of transportation to and from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Entering through the platform barrier generated more curious looks his way. As Harry was dressed far different than the normal crowd of the wizarding world, who favored robes and cloaks made of various material and colors for the adults while the youth would mostly be in black robes with the school crest on them. Harry's outfit though consisted of black slacks, black patent leather shoes and a white button-down dress shirt tucked in with the long sleeves rolled up above the crook of his elbow, an action that would irritate his tailor for abusing a 300 Pound shirt.

Harry was now doing the same bit of loitering that he had been doing moments prior. Only leaning against a different wall on the magical side of King Cross with arms crossed over his chest, his emerald eyes scanning the crowd not lingering on anyone for too long just looking at hands and faces. Looking for out of place body language was something he learned at St. Gabe's.

He was grateful that his most distinctive feature, a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt above his right eyebrow was covered by a light coat of facial toner. He had gotten it the night of his parent's murder, the same night that someone had tried and failed to kill him. Harry recognized a couple of faces in the crowd. One was a pompous looking man with long blonde hair and the other was a balding redheaded man who had been talking to a bizarrely dressed man. There was an older woman with a vulture brim hat to his right. She was doing the same thing he was doing, scanning the crowd, glaring at some and nodding at others who returned it in kind. Harry had seen a flare of recognition in her eyes when she noticed his presence.

Harry smirked, he knew her too. The blonde and the redhead as well.

She was Augusta Longbottom, of the Ancient House of Longbottom. The red-headed man was Arthur Weasley, the head of the Department of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. A sub-office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE) for short. Arthur is a former Auror, the wizarding version of the muggle armed police. He had asked for a transfer to a less combat intensive unit after the birth of his second child of which would later become seven, six boys' including a set of twins, and the youngest, a daughter.

The blonde was Lucius Malfoy. A vile man wanted throughout most of Europe. For multiple counts of murder, rape, and torture. Harry was tempted to knock Malfoy out and stuff him in a loo stall. He wouldn't get away with doing so, though. Too many people in the wizarding world thought that Malfoy was a good, upstanding citizen. Malfoy had greased too many palms to see the inside of a wizarding cell let alone a courtroom. Prejudice, however thinly veiled would keep him from seeing justice carried out through a muggle court.

A train whistle distracted Harry from his thoughts of kidnapping and bodily harm. The polished red steam engine pulled into the station. In moments, the platform was swarmed with teens reuniting with their families. Harry saw that Mr. Malfoy was joined by a boy his age and Mr. Weasley was surrounded by a flock of red-headed youth. Four lanky males and a single attractive female. Dame Longbottom was with a boy his age who must be her grandson.

"Should I be worried that you're going to run off on me with Neville's Gran, Harry?"

In response Harry smirked and turned, replying "No my dear Lady Granger, as lovely as she is, she is nothing on the vision of beauty that you are."

Hermione blushed and lightly swatted Harry on the chest, "Cheesy Harry, really cheesy!"

Harry caught her arm and pulled her into a hug, saying "True, though. Cheddar Habanero, I think." Harry received another swat in reply, "See spicy!"

Harry bends at the waist to kiss the tip of Hermione's nose. Noticing her lack of school trunk he asks, "Do you have everything?"

Hermione laughed, "Yes my trunk is shrunken and has a featherweight charm on it in my shoulder bag." She patted it in emphasis. Looking around Hermione noticed the absence of her mother and asked, "Harry, where's my mother I was expecting her?"

Harry pouted, "What you're not happy to see me, my dear?"

Harry only got a raised eyebrow and a tapping foot for a response. Harry pouted, "You're no fun, your mother asked me to pick you because some Welsh fool decided to break a wisdom tooth and walked in just before closing. She said that she would meet us at my flat when she was done, for dinner."

Hermione nods in acceptance. Harry and Hermione joined arms and started to head for the barrier when they were stopped by a commanding female voice.

"Harry Jameson, It's been some time," Harry smirked, turning to the voice. He already knew who it was.

"Dame Longbottom hello, you are right it has been some time. This must be your grandson?"

Dame Longbottom nodded toward the boy, "Yes. Neville, this is Harry Jameson, his parents and yours were very good friends. In fact, both your mothers were very close."

Harry extended his hand in friendship saying, "It's a pleasure, Neville."

Neville without looking at his gran extended his own saying, "Likewise Harry." Out of the corner of both their eyes, they see a proud smile on Dame Longbottom's face.

Harry noticing the time saying, "Dame Longbottom, It was good to see you again, but I apologize but I need to cut this conversation short, I promised a certain young lady and her mother dinner."

Dame Longbottom nodded, "But of course. It was nice seeing you again Harry." Harry nods, "Likewise Dame Longbottom, nice to finally meet you, Neville."

Harry and Hermione turned to leave and walked towards the barrier waving at the Longbottom's. They passed through the barrier, onto the muggle side of Kings Cross Station and headed for the car park.

Hermione with her raised eyebrows, "She knows who you are doesn't she?"

Nodding Harry sheepishly said, "Dame Longbottom, yeah she does. She knew my paternal grandparents and despite her age, her memories are still as sharp as ever. I look enough like my father for people who knew him well enough to recognize me."

Out of curiosity, Hermione asked, "Did you recognize anyone else on the platform?"

Harry nodded, "I saw Lucius Malfoy and Arthur Weasley. My mother held Malfoy at wand point enough times for her eyes to be etched into his memory and Mr. Weasley worked with my father in the DMLE while my father was a rookie Auror. Arthur transferred out of the Auror Corps six months after my father joined."

Hermione looking confused, "Then how did he work with Mr. Weasley?"

Harry looked at Hermione, honesty on his face and says, "They were both members of an organization opposing Voldemort and his Death Munchers."

"Really! That sounds like an interesting group?" Hermione said with both eyebrows raised.

Harry nodded, "Yeah. They called themselves the Order of the Phoenix, they were chaired by Albus Dumbledore."

A look of shock appeared on Hermione's face, "The Professor?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Dumbledore wasn't always a professor, he was our age once. Heck, he even has a file at Scotland Yard. He has experience but he's also human."

Hermione still with a shocked face looked more shocked when she exclaims, "A file? You mean he was arrested don't you, Harry?"

Harry nodded his head, "Yeah, Not that far from here actually. He and Gellart Grindlewald were picked up for Public Drunkenness and Public Lewdness."

Hermione's face bunched up in revulsion, "Wait you don't mean Grindlewald as in the Dark Lord Grindlewald that Dumbledore killed do you?"

Harry's straight-faced, replied, "Not killed. Incapacitated, Grindlewald is doing multiple life sentences in an Albanian prison."

Again Hermione was shocked, "But all the books in the wizarding world say that Dumbledore defeated Grindlewald!"

Harry's face had a neutral look as he stated to Hermione, "Dumbledore did defeat Grindlewald, he just didn't kill him. What you have to remember is that Dumbledore taught or went to school with the ones who wrote those books."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like you don't like him?"

Harry shook his head, "I can't honestly say, I never met Dumbledore. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt until I do, but some of his actions or lack thereof in the last war concern me. So right now I don't like or dislike Albus Dumbledore."

By now they had made their way to the car park and through it, Hermione sighed. "This is new. What is it and how much did it cost this time?"

As long as Hermione had known Harry he had been obsessed with cars and maintaining the Potter Collection. The Potter Collection was a collection of automobiles and motorcycles that had been started by Harry's Great Grandfather Simon Potter.

Simon bought the three, original high-end sports cars. Harry's Grandfather Charlus expanded on the collection as had James, Harry's' father. Since Harry had gotten control of the collection he has done the same as his predecessors in increasing its size, value and unfortunately the insurance costs. Not many companies had the capital to cover vehicles worth over 15 million Pounds.

"It! So uncouth. 'It' as you so labeled it, is a 1995 Bentley Continental convertible. For it to become mine it cost me 201,000 US Dollars, so a little over 153,000 Pounds. Not counting international shipping."

Hermione let out another sigh as her eyebrows rose saying, "Considering what some of the things you buy cost, that isn't really much." She had seen him spend twice that much before.

He looked at Hermione "Don't get cheeky woman or I'll make you walk. Get in."

As Harry opened the car door for her, she shook her beautiful lush mane knowing full well he wouldn't as she got in.

Harry then looked at his watch, "Your mother should be at my flat by now, we'll decide if we dine in or out when we're all together."

"Fair enough Harry, drive on." Hermione laughed out loud.

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The flat Harry was referring to was actually a penthouse suite overlooking the Thames River across from Big Ben and Parliament. Harry's maternal Grandparents had bought it for his mother when she turned 18. It didn't take them long to make the drive to the indoor car park. For a Friday afternoon, there wasn't much motor vehicle traffic. Harry mindlessly slid the Bentley into one of the five parking spots allocated to him. Two of the spots were empty, wasn't.

Hermione sighed deeply, "Harry, why is there a tank in the car park?"

Throwing up his hands, he jokingly but with a bit of exasperation said, "It is not a tank Hermione. It is a Hummer."

Hermione said with equal exasperation, "What in the world possessed you to buy that, it's ugly?"

Harry rolled his eyes behind her back. "Simple Hermione because of the Utility of having it." Walking to the lift and traveling to the top floor flat Harry explained his madness. "Did you see the trailer in the loading dock?"

Hermione acknowledged that she had noticed with a "Yeah."

Harry then said, "On Monday morning I'm putting the Bentley on it and hauling it to Potter Manor. It's big, black, and boxy. And yes my Shakespearean beauty it's ugly. But it'll do what it was designed to do, that being the hauling of men and material."

Hermione laughed, "Harry you just sounded like a bloody salesman."

Harry looked at her evilly, "Better behave woman or I'll put you over my knee."

Hermione pouted, "Promises, promises."

Harry then pinned Hermione between the wall and his chest. He traced the line of her neck and jaw first with his pointer finger then his lips. He watched her cheeks flush. He heard her breathing rate increase. He could just about smell her arousal as he closed in for the kill.

"If you two are going to fuck at least come into the flat first. Better me watching then building security." Hermione's mother Emma said with a wink towards Harry.

"Damn it, Mother!" Hermione cried out.

Dr. Emma Granger was an older, blue-eyed twin sister of her daughter. She was the daughter of a Royal Marine and a Navy Nurse. Her mother Rose had laughed when her daughter had married a Marine of her own. Rose had died when Hermione was six, shortly after her husband Owen a retired US Marine Gunnery Sergeant had.

Harry chuckled and walked into his flat stopping only to kiss Emma on the forehead. "Hey, Em."

Hermione followed eyes everywhere but on her mother. Her face lit up with a mixture of embarrassment and hormones. Harry walked into the kitchen trying to find his flatmate. Sure enough, he found him in the kitchen pushing his food dish across the floor with his muzzle. As usual, whenever Emma came by, there was a takeaway container on the counter. He didn't bother to check the package knowing that it's previous contents, usually liver was being swallowed by the hundred pound puppy he called flatmate.

"Max you're going to get fat," Harry said. Max was a year old Rottweiler. Harry had found him going through the trash a few blocks away and brought him home. At that point he could fit in the sink for a bath, now it was interesting trying to get him into the tub.

Max walked across the kitchen floor licking his chops. He sat in front of his Boss on his backside looking up at him as innocently as possible. Harry shook his head, "At least I know you ate already." Harry walked into the den, with Max alongside. He sat in his recliner and watched Emma heckle Hermione. Max walked in a circle and laid down between Harry's chair and the floor to ceiling window next to it.

Harry chuckled, "So while you two plot on how to jump my bones can we decide what we're doing for dinner?"

The two women paused before turning to Harry in tandem. "Can you cook something?"

Harry chuckled softly to himself, "I can, but I don't have much in the icebox. How about we do take away tonight and then I'll do a shopping tomorrow."

The ladies looked at each other, "Sounds like a plan. I still want fish, though." Said Emma.

Hermione said, "I'll take curry, Hogwarts doesn't do it right."

Harry laughed at that, "Okay, this will be fun."

It took Harry a few minutes negotiating on his phone with the concierge at the Cinnamon Club to have some food dropped off. He ordered Fish Moyali for Emma, Hermione got a plate of Chicken Tikka Masala. He ordered a plate of Samosa for them to split. Harry then got himself an order of Beef Vindaloo, Basmati Rice, and Kachumbari.

Forty-five minutes and a hundred pounds later the group was sitting around the center island in the kitchen trading stories of their time apart since Christmas.

The two young adults found out that Emma was becoming disenfranchised with her work at the Dental Clinic.

Hermione had ranked in the top three in her year again. Which wasn't a surprise to Harry or her mother?

The Granger women found that Harry had graduated as Cadet Commander. He was set to go to RM Lympstone in Devon on the first of October to run the Potential Officers Course at the Commando Training Center. Both women were worried but offered their congratulations none the less. The next year looked interesting for all in attendance.