Well, despite my attempts, this little plot bunny demanded to be released into the wild, and I have been helpless but to obey. This is a seldom used crossover, which I feel is a damn shame, because the prospect itself is just too good not to use. So, I hope you all will enjoy it

Disclaimer: This is written solely for my own personal enjoyment and I own no person, concept or idea that is owned or trademarked by others. No profit is made from this story.

Chapter 1

The stone hallway was dark and dusty, with only faint spots of light coming from small holes in the ceiling. The rough hewn stone walls looked old, as if they and the whole hallway hadn't been disturbed for centuries if not more. So when a young boy wearing over-large and old looking clothes suddenly appeared and tumbled on the floor, a cloud of dust rose, making him cough and splutter as he inhaled some of it. After a few minutes, the boy managed to stop coughing and began to look around, trying to figure out where he was.

"Oh great. Where did I end up this time?" The boy was short, with really messy black hair and almost shining green eyes. He started walking, hoping to find an exit from the strange place where he had unexpectedly ended up. After a few dead ends, he ended up in a larger room, where on top of an altar stood a large black stone scorpion with shining emerald eyes. The boy walked closer to it, amazed by the incredibly lifelike statue. Feeling curious, he reached up and touched it. The moment he did, there was a flash of light, and the boy disappeared. For a few seconds the room remained empty, then with another flash of light, someone appeared.

The new person was a tall, well built adult wearing simple cloth trousers, a pair of leather boots and a tunic-like shirt, with short hair and an immaculate goatee and the same shining green eyes as the boy.

"So, it worked. I wonder what happened to them? Is it still around? Might as well go back to that place until I get my bearings." The man thought out loud before he began to shrink until he look identical to the boy that was here a minute ago, his clothes changing along as well until he looked just like when he arrived. With a turn, the boy disappeared from the room and appeared in an alley in a suburban neighborhood.

He walked up to one of the many near identical houses on the street marked Privet Drive and he was met right outside by a horse-faced woman.

"Where have you been boy?" She hissed angrily as she saw him walk up the house.

"School of course, Aunt Petunia." The boy replied.

"School was over hours ago. What would the neighbors think of you wandering all over town? Get inside and start on dinner." The woman glared at him until he walked inside and did as he was told.

After dinner, he was sent to his bedroom, which was the cupboard under the stairs, but while the rest of the household went to bed, the young boy disappeared from his cupboard, and the man appeared in the nearby local library.

It took him about fifteen minutes to locate a large map of the world which he laid down on one of the library tables before he waved his hand over the map and slowly, glowing blue-white lines began to appear across the map. Using a notepad and a pen, the man began to take notes, carefully moving his finger across the lines and to various intersections.

Sarajevo - possible key site? Is too unstable?

Scotland - strong possibility, needs investigation

Cairo - investigate old site, high chance of active presence

Australia - possible active site, needs investigation

Haiti - possibly unstable site? presence unknown

Brazil - weak site, other parameters indicate possible location

Japan - remote possibility, needs investigation

"I knew all those concealment wards were going to be a double-edged sword. Well, no use crying about it. They probably found it more than useful." The man sighed and switched the world map to a map of London.

"Now, let's find out where I can get some useful magical books and items." With another wave of his hand, a small blue dot began to glow on the map of the city. "Charring Cross Road, huh? So, the marketplace moved. Good to know."

After putting back everything the way it was, the man vanished without a trace again.

The next day, as the boy was preparing to take off and investigate at least some of the sites he had looked up last night, he noticed a strange letter amidst the stack of mail for his relatives. The letter was unusual because first, it was made from parchment, and second, it felt magical. He hid it in the overlarge shirt he was wearing and after he left the rest of the mail at his uncle's side, he left the house and appeared in secluded area in the park.

"H. Potter? Is that supposed to be me? How interesting. Hogwarts? To go or not to go? Both options have lots of pros and cons. Well, it might be useful to check things out for a while." The boy vanished again and the man appeared outside an old looking pub called the Leaky Cauldron on Charring Cross Road.

"Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron sir. My name is Tom. How may I help you?" The old barkeep greeted him.

"Jacob Caine. Nice to meet you. I am not from this country, I was told the shopping district was here?" The man replied with a smile. His voice carried the faint hint of a Mediterranean accent, but not enough to pinpoint it's origin with any certainty.

"Of course sir. Right this way." Tom led him to the back, where he used his wand to tap a pattern on one of the brick walls, causing it to open into a gateway leading into a long alley filled with various shops.

"Thank you Tom. I'll be sure to stop by for a drink on my way back." Jacob shook hands with Tom and walked in the alley.

A few questions led him to a large building marked Gringotts, where he was surprised to see goblins acting like bankers. 'Who had the bright idea to let these beasts control their wealth?' Jacob cringed at the idiocy of the concept, considering all he knew about the goblin race.

"What can Gringotts do for you today human?" The goblin's barely noticeable sneer didn't do much to reduce his unease about this whole establishment.

"I have some gems I'd like to sell." Jacob pulled out a small bag from his pocket and handed it to the goblin, who poured them on the scale on his desk, weighed them and then spent some time looking over some of them with a jeweler's eyepiece.

"Gringotts can pay you 3264 galleons, 15 sickles and 24 knuts for your gems." The goblin said after going through some papers.

"That is acceptable." Jacob nodded. "Wait over there, human. A goblin will bring you your money soon. Here is your receipt."

Fifteen minutes later, Jacob left the bank with a large sack of coins inside his coat. He then spent nearly the rest of the day throughout the alley, buying a trunk, all sorts of magical books and ingredients as well as a few sets of clothing, as well as everything that was listed on the letter from Hogwarts.

He stopped by the Diagon Alley post office to send his letter of acceptance to Hogwarts before he went back to the Leaky Cauldron where he had dinner and rented a room.

Jacob would spend nearly the whole time until it was time to leave for Hogwarts at the Leaky Cauldron or Diagon Alley, reading books or preparing potions he felt would be needed. He also obtained a great deal of non-magical books on various topics, especially science books, which he read avidly, taking lots of notes which inevitably led to him purchasing more books to research the notes he made.

One of the more important things he learned was the history of Harry Potter, which he learned was his birth name. It was an interesting read, though the fame that name carried with it would be both an asset and an inconvenience to him.

Soon enough, he found himself in his younger form on board the Hogwarts Express on the way north.

Thanks to a few spells on his compartment, he was left alone until they had arrived at the school. 'Well, I guess I found the Scotland location. I was hoping to find something else here though.'

No sign of his disappointment showed on his face as he and the rest of the first years were led in the Great Hall of Hogwarts castle to be sorted in one of the four houses.

Everything welt as usual until his own name was called. The whole hall erupted in hushed conversation as he walked up to the Sorting Hat for his own sorting.

'Impressive defenses. I never expected to meet someone capable of blocking me from seeing his memories. Still, I see that you're one of them. Well, that means you need to go to…' "Ravenclaw."

Said house quickly erupted in cheers as they realized they just got the most famous first year in the group.

A lot of the other students seemed surprised and shocked by this, even the teachers seemed surprised, but eventually the excitement died down and the sorting continued.

Classes began the next day, and it became very clear that Harry did indeed belong in Ravenclaw. Even during the first lessons, he demonstrated intelligence and skill that left even the teachers amazed, and more than a few students were left increasingly envious.

One of the students who seemed the most bothered by Harry's scholarly prowess was his housemate Hermione Granger, who seemed put off every time he surpassed her in class.

"So, have you decided if you want to shag or kill Potter yet?" Hermione looked up from her Charms textbooks to glare at the girl that stood before her, smirk on her face.

"What do you want Chambers?" She returned her eyes to her book.

"Meeting tonight. Tell Lisa." Chambers bent down and whispered, causing Hermione's eyes to widen a bit. "So soon?"

"Tonight. Laters." With that, the older girl walked away. Hermione tried to return to her book, but her mind kept thinking about the surprise meeting tonight and why it was called.

That night, two girls sneaked down into the Ravenclaw common room and approached the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw. The moonlight revealed them to be Hermione Granger and Lisa Turpin. Hermione stood before the statue and traced a crescent path on the statue before she pressed her hand on the statue's chest, then leaned forward and whispered something in its ear. Without a sound, the wall behind the statue slid to the side, and the girls hurried inside. The wall closed right behind them, leaving not even the slightest seam revealing that there was a door there.

Inside it there was a simple room without decorations or markings, and the sole furnishing was a circle of chairs where four people were already sitting.

"Right on time. Have a seat." The girls did so, and took a look at the other four people in the room. Amanda Chambers was a third year and sat next to Hermione, while Jack Bradshaw was a fifth year, sitting next to Lisa. His brother Robert, a fourth year sat next to him. After Robert sat the sole dark skinned member of the group, the seventh year Jessica Farrow, and the last seat belonged to the fifth year Albert Parker.

"So, what's this meeting all about?" Hermione asked.

"Word from on high. Potter caught the Circle's attention. Drawing him in the fold will be a major coup for us. His name carries a huge amount of influence in magical Britain. And when you take his intelligence and obvious magical power into account, he's someone we can't allow to slip through our grasp." Jessica informed them.

"The Circle wants Potter to join? Isn't he a bit too high profile?" Lisa frowned.

"Normally, we'd avoid someone with that level of public exposure, but fortunately for us, despite his fame, very little is known about him in general. The Circle decided an attempt is to be made." Jessica replied.

"Well, I can see the pros and cons of Potter in our ranks. We can make the pitch, and if he refuses, the obliviation ward will take care of anything we tell him so it's not like we're at risk." Amanda commented.

"Exactly. Here at Hogwarts, such an attempt carries very little risk, and has potentially huge gains. I say we go for it." Robert grinned.

"But who is to make the attempt?" Jack frowned. "None of us have even spoken to him before today, and it would draw unneeded attention if we suddenly started hanging out with a firstie, even if he is Harry Potter."

"Well, that just means we have one of our firstie sisters do the attempt." Albert grinned at the two surprised girls.

"I think Hermione should do it. I don't feel I can do something like that. Sorry." The apology was tacked on when she noticed the look the girl was giving her.

"Alright. I don't like this one bit, but I'll do it. Hermione sighed. The things she did to achieve her lifelong ambition to be a part of the Inner Circle were obviously not going to be nearly as easy or pleasant as she thought.

"Oh, did you hear the news? Our brothers in Australia finally cracked the final prophecy of Kane. Going to be a while before us lowly grunts learn what it says though." Albert changed the topic.

"Really? The one that supposedly foretells the return of Kane?" Lisa exclaimed. "You think he might return to us soon?"

"Who knows what it really says. All I know all his other prophecies have come true. But no use talking about it until we know more. You know my cousin? He told me he and his unit are being shipped to Columbia." Jessica informed them.

"That makes it the third transfer there this month. I guess the Inner Circle has grown tired of overpaying the local drug lords." Hermione frowned.

"Isn't that the truth? Plus I heard the last shipment we got was only fifty percent pure." Jack added. "I can't believe they want us to pay full price for half the stock. Thank god we don't use the stuff, or lots of our brothers and sisters would have gotten sick from the crap they cut it with."

"Well, after we wipe out a few of them, the rest will learn not to fuck with us." Robert grinned.

"Well, they'll have an easy time compared to those two Mossad agents the Circle sent a Shadow squad after in Egypt." The group winced as one as Albert said that.

"Well, how else will they learn not to sniff around Cairo?" Hermione said calmly. "Remember what happened to those CIA agents in Sarajevo?"

"The commandos sure don't fuck around. My uncle said it took their retrieval team three days to find all the pieces." Jack commented.

"Speaking of Sarajevo, news about what's been happening at Temple Prime?" Lisa asked.

"The same usual SNAFU it's been ever since Yugoslavia broke apart. My dad thinks things will escalate soon. For now, the Inner Circle decided to move as much of our people from Temple Prime to Australia and Cairo." Albert said with a sigh.

"You think Temple Prime might come under attack?" Hermione gasped.

"No way. The wards around it are tougher than Hogwarts's and twice as mean. Our brothers and sisters in Sarajevo though are not as protected." Albert said. "That's why the Circle is trying to minimize our presence there."

"Hopefully the whole thing will be an unnecessary precaution." Lisa frowned. "Oh, I wanted to ask my dad to start teaching me how to shoot this summer. Think he'll say yes?"

"I already started. I can't use anything big yet, but at least my accuracy is alright." Hermione told her. "Dad said if I keep at it, he'll get me a rifle for my sixteenth birthday."

"Cool. Maybe we can organize a little shooting contest over Christmas break then?" Jack grinned at the group.

"I'd like that. You're going down Bradshaw." Hermione grinned back.

"In your dreams, Granger." Jack laughed.

"Damn, look at the time. That's all for tonight. We'll have more to discuss on the next scheduled meeting. Good night everyone." Jessica stood up and walked out of the room, and the others followed.

While Hermione agreed to talk to Harry about joining their organization, she realized she had no idea how to do so, or even how to approach the boy.

After a few days, she finally swallowed her pride and approached him, asking him for help in Transfiguration. To her surprise, he simply smiled and began to explain the spell and principles she asked about in detail, and she found herself understanding it even better than when their teacher explained it.

This set the stage for the next couple of weeks, with the pair sitting in one of the corners of the common room, discussing this or that topic.

"I can't believe Snape gets away with that level of bias in class. And from what I've heard he's even worse towards Gryffindor." Hermione sighed as they returned from their last class of the week, double potions.

"Justice doesn't always prevail. It's a sad fact, but one we have to accept sooner or later." Harry replied with a shrug, and Hermione sensed an opportunity.

"What if you could do something about it? What would you be willing to do?" Hermione asked.

"A great deal. Why do you ask?" Harry leaned towards her curiously.

"Maybe we should speak somewhere more private?" Hermione looked around the half-full room and stood up.

Ten minutes later, they were in an unused classroom far from the beaten path, and the two sat down on some old desks to talk.

"Well Harry, not everyone that sees all the injustice and inequality around them sits idly and allows it to continue. There are people who saw all the wrongness in the world and decided to do something about it." Hermione began.

"Really? Tell me more please. It sounds very interesting." Harry grinned.

"It's an ancient organization, over two thousand years old at the very least, that has existed in the shadows all this time, doing all it can to ensure a better future for all mankind. Sadly, the need for secrecy limits their efforts, but that doesn't mean that they don't do everything that is possible to help. My family has been a member of it for six generations now, and I am proud to be the seventh generation member of the Brotherhood of Nod in my family." Hermione declared with a huge grin on her face.

"I see. I'm afraid I can't join the Brotherhood, Hermione." Harry's word wiped the smile from her face, replacing it with shock. "What? Why?"

"Because I'm already a member." Harry's words caused her brain to freeze for a few moments before she managed to grasp their meaning.

"You're a member? But why don't we know about it? The Inner Circle themselves ordered us to recruit you, so I know you weren't recruited by a higher authority within the Brotherhood." Hermione frowned.

"Ah, but that is where you're mistaken, Hermione. I am not just a member of the Brotherhood of Nod. I am the future right hand of Kane himself." Harry grinned as Hermione gaped like a fish at his declaration.

"Kane? You've actually seen him? He's back?" She stammered in shock.

"Oh yes. He is training me to be the herald of his return. Soon, he will return to the Brotherhood and reveal his great plan to us, but until that time, none may know that he is here now." Harry had to exert all his self-control not to burst in laughter. Claiming that he was his own student and right hand was a very interesting idea, and it had a lot of potential to be useful for his future plans.

"What's he like? Can I meet him?" Hermione exclaimed.

"He's brilliant. It's like he's on a whole different level from us. And what he has planned in the future is going to shock your socks off." Harry grinned.

"Oh please, tell me more." Hermione begged.

"Now, now, Hermione, I told you it's supposed to be a secret. Just tell the others you managed to recruit me. For now, we let the other members I am nothing more than another initiate." Harry chastised her.

"Alright Harry. But just think, Kane is back. It's going to be an exciting time to be Nod." Hermione's grin was near permanent at the thought.

"Down tiger. I know it's exciting, but you don't have to yell it to the world." Harry chuckled as the pair walked back to the common room.