Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe is NOT mine! I do NOT own any of JK Rowling's masterpiece, aside from copies of her books and the films. All of it belongs to JK Rowling, Warner Bros and Scholastic Books. I am just having some fun in JK's sandbox. The only thing that I do own are the several OCs that I have created to inhabit my story.

Timeline of Events

1959: Sirius Black born (November 3rd)

1960: Lily Evans (January 30th), Remus Lupin (March 10th), James Potter (March 27th) and Peter Pettigrew (May 17th) born

September 1st, 1971: Lily Evans, the Marauders and Severus Snape enter Hogwarts

June 19th, 1978: the Marauders, Lily and Snape all graduate Hogwarts

August 12th, 1979: James and Lily marry

September 19th, 1979: Hermione Jean Granger born to Anthony and Emma Granger

July 31st, 1980: Harry Potter born to James and Lily Potter

September 16th, 1984: Andrew Francis Potter born to James and Lily Potter

December 18th, 1984: Benedict Granger born to Anthony and Emma Granger

February 1985: Sybil Trelawney gives a Prophecy to Albus Dumbledore in the Hog's Head Bar

October 31st, 1986: Peter Pettigrew betrays the Potters, Voldemort attacks Godric's Hollow and attempts to kill the Potter children, fails and vanishes, Harry's magic is stripped away and Andrew is proclaimed the Boy-Who-Lived

March 6th, 1990: Rose Charlotte Potter born to James and Lily Potter

July 31st, 1991: Harry does not receive a Hogwarts letter

September 1st, 1996: Andrew begins Hogwarts, Sorted into Gryffindor

July 1997: Harry completes his GCSE exams and opts to join British military

September 1st, 2001: Rose begins Hogwarts and Sorted into Ravenclaw, Andrew named prefect

June 24th 2003: Final Task of the Triwizard Tournament, Andrew kidnapped, Voldemort returns to human form, Harry's dream (start of story)

June 24th, 2003

FOB Endeavour

Somewhere in Afghanistan

0330 GMT+430

Corporal Harry Potter sat upright in his bunk, hand instinctively grabbing the combat knife he kept strapped to the underside of his bunk. Looking around the dimly lit bunkhouse, Harry slowly regained control of his breathing and lowered the knife. He noticed that his watch shown brightly in the gloom, its face showing 03:47 in bright blue numbers. Harry fell back onto his bunk, his mind racing as he tried to recall what had awoken him. Harry closed his eyes, taking deep even breaths as he attempted to think back on what had disrupted the little sleep Harry had gotten. 'For God's sake, I only got back from patrol two hours ago,' Harry thought as flashes began to reappear in his mind's eye.

The images were disjointed however and seemingly made no sense. He could see a graveyard with a manor house atop a nearby hill. In the graveyard there was a grave marker in the form of what looked like the Grim Reaper, complete with a scythe. There had been someone bound to the grave marker as well, it was a young man with dark hair (Harry couldn't tell exactly what shade of hair due to the low light) but what he could make out was a pair of startlingly familiar green eyes. Harry knew of only two other people with that color of eyes beside himself: his mother and younger brother.

'Andrew!' Harry realized with a jolt. The scene then shifted as Harry spotted a short man walking around what seemed to be a cauldron the size of a hot tub. Andrew began struggling mightily against the ropes binding him to the grave marker as the man approached him. Harry's eyes narrowed when he saw the man pull a large knife from his robes, and the hand that held the knife was missing a finger.

Harry watched as Andrew threw his head back in pain as the man cut into Andrew's arm with the knife. Harry's fists clenched as he saw his brother cut, and dimly he could feel a tingle in the tips of his fingers not unlike a static charge. The man had returned to the cauldron and let some of Andrew's blood fall into it. There was a great white flash that made Harry see stars, and when the stars finally cleared, Harry finally saw the man's pointed face and beady blue eyes.

'Wormtail!' Harry snarled, seeing the man who had betrayed his family and had managed to evade justice for nearly two decades.

Then a high, cold voice spoke. Harry couldn't remember the words that had been spoken but he could never forget that voice. It had haunted his dreams for over fifteen years, but it was impossible. The voice belonged to a man who had died over fifteen years ago, killed in the same attack that had nearly killed Harry's entire family and had given Harry his nickname among the squad, a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead.

'Voldemort!' Harry realized, his eyes flying open once more. It was getting more and more difficult to remember what he had seen, as Harry's head felt like it was being used as a snare drum for a rock and roll solo. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Harry closed his eyes and saw Wormtail pick up a bundle from next to the cauldron. Peering out of the bundle was a twisted and grotesque caricature of a human child but the skin was pale as moonlight with two slits for a nose and blood red eyes that gleamed with delight and malice.

Wormtail dropped the creature into the cauldron and stepped away. The pain in Harry's head grew as dark smoke billowed from the cauldron with white sparks flashing in the cloud like lightning.

All movement and sound seemed to cease, Harry wasn't sure if it was for a moment or eternity, but then the cauldron erupted in a plume of black smoke. Harry couldn't tear his eyes away, even though his head was pounding worse than ever and his fingers felt hot and tingly, as the smoke seemed to thicken and take solid form. Out of the smoke stepped something humanoid: tall and thin with long skeletal fingers and skin as pale as snow and gleaming red eyes.

"I live!" the high, cold voice of Lord Voldemort cried out to the heavens, and then as thunder clapped above the monster, Harry cried out in pain as he felt something awaken in him, something hot and fiery, filling every crevice and inch of his body. Then blackness as the pain became too much as Harry fell limply on his bunk, his squad mates ripped from their slumber by his shout.

"Bolt!"

"What the bloody hell!"

"Harry mate! Are you all right?" a sharp voice asked as Harry felt a hand shake his shoulder.

Blearily Harry's eyes opened. Above him, Harry saw the blue eyes of his best friend, Tommy Williamson. They had met on the first day of basic training and had been inseparable since.

"Tommy?" Harry muttered as he tried to sit up but Tommy's hand kept him down.

"Whoa there mate," Tommy said, "take it easy. What happened?"

"It's nothing," Harry said pushing aside Tommy's hand and sitting up on his cot. "Just a bad dream. Sorry about that everyone, go back to sleep."

"Are you sure you are ok Harry?" Tommy asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost or something?"

"Don't worry about it mate," Harry. "Like I said it was just a bad dream is all."

"If you say so mate," Tommy said. He gave Harry one final look before climbing back into his bunk and rolling over and quickly fell back asleep. The others followed suit, climbing back into their bunks and fell back asleep.

But sleep would not come so easily for Corporal Harry Potter. He could feel his heart racing in his chest and could not get the sight of his younger brother tied to a grave marker nor the pale, snake-like visage of the monster that could only be Voldemort.

"It was only a dream," Harry murmured as he laid back on his cot, trying to clear his mind and get back to sleep. He and his squad had a patrol in the morning; they were scheduled to clear an area of the city that had been tagged by Intel as a hotspot for insurgents, and command wanted the area cleared. His instructors at basic training and at selection had told him to never miss a chance to get some sleep because you never knew when you would get another chance.

But as Harry closed his eyes and attempted to fall back asleep, he couldn't shake the strange sensation that had suddenly appeared in his gut just as he had awoken from his dream. He felt the tingling sensation grow all over his body, like ants crawling just beneath his skin and there was also the feeling deep in his gut that told him that his entire world had just changed. And Harry had no clue how right he was.

"You hear me Bolt?" the earpiece crackled in Harry's ear.

"I hear you," Harry answered. "Status report?"

"We have eyes on target, I repeat we have eyes on target," came the reply.

"Excellent," Harry said. "What is your position?"

"We are roughly five blocks west of your position," the voice said. "Be advised, the target has entered a residential building and is traveling with at least five guards, all armed."

"Roger," Harry said. "Any idea on how many people are inside the building?"

"No clue Bolt. But it is an apartment complex, five stories and looks like close to twenty flats per floor."

"Shite," Harry cursed. "All right team, stand by."

Harry turned to Tommy who was standing beside him. "So what's the plan boss?" Tommy asked.

"We need to know how many people are in that building," Harry said. "I do not want to send the men into a trap. We need more information before we breach."

"We might not get another chance at the target boss," Tommy argued. "Intel has been searching for Ombotwa for nearly two years, and we have a chance to grab him."

"I know that Merlyn," Harry said. "But we don't know what's waiting for us in there. Ombotwa has always been one step ahead of us, and I do not want to be walking into another one of his traps."

"Well you won't have a choice Potter," a new voice said. Harry and Tommy looked up to see an older man wearing the standard black fatigues of a soldier, but with a three square insignia on his shoulder. Both Tommy and Harry leapt to their feet and saluted.

"Captain," the two men said.

"At ease gentlemen," the captain said. "As I was saying, orders just came down from command. They want Ombotwa now."

"But captain, we have no credible Intel on what is waiting for us in that building," Harry argued.

"I understand that Corporal," the captain said. The tag on his jacket read Henderson. "But we don't have a choice, now tell Squad One to keep their eyes on that building. I don't want anyone leaving it without us knowing, and get your kits."

"Yes sir," Harry and Tommy said with a sharp salute. The two soldiers left the ops tent leaving the captain alone. Captain Archibald Henderson watched the two men, ignoring the queasy feeling that was brewing in his stomach. No soldier liked going somewhere without any actionable Intel, it usually led to disaster but orders were orders. Word was that the target was planning an attack on the capital sometime soon, and he was the mastermind behind the attack on the Ethiopian embassy three years ago.

The intelligence community really wanted Ombotwa, he was listed on most countries' most wanted list, and if they were willing to authorize such a mission, told Henderson that they were getting desperate. The only thing that Henderson could do now was trust was in his men to get the job done. He knew that Potter was one of the best up and coming operators in the regiment but any mission could take an unexpected turn, especially one like the capture mission he had just authorized.

"Attention!" Tommy barked as he and Harry entered the small tent. Four men leapt to their feet and snapped to attention.

"At ease," Harry said. The other men of his squad relaxed but their eyes were still sharp and focused solely on him. "All right, here's the mission. We have gotten confirmation that our target has holed himself up in an apartment building on the outskirts the city. And we have been given the job of escorting him to the base."

Harry noticed several of the men blinked at the order, and he knew that he was asking a lot of them, just like how the higher-ups were asking a lot of him, but Harry was proud that no one spoke up in protest.

"I know this is asking a lot, and that you all have reservations about this op, Lord knows that I do," Harry said, "but we have been given our orders and we ill get this done. This bastard has managed to escape justice for far too long, no more."

The squad straightened and their eyes grew hard. None of them liked knowing that Ombotwa had managed to slip away from capture nearly a half dozen times.

"We have eyes on the building and will be notified if the target tries to rabbit," Harry said. "We will be moving out at 0230 local, and this op needs to happen. And we will make it happen, understood."

"Yes sir," the squad said as one.

"Good, gather your gear men," Harry said. "Pack light on the grenades and explosives, I do not want any innocent casualties."

"Yes sir."

Harry nodded. "Merlyn come with me," he said to Tommy. The two men turned and left the tent leaving the squad to gather their equipment.

"What am I doing Tommy?" Harry asked.

"What do you mean Harry?"

"I am about to lead us into what is most likely a trap tonight," Harry said. "How many of us are not going to come back from this mission because Intel wants to rush things?"

"Look Harry, I don't know how to answer that question," Tommy said. "Everyday we take risks that no sane man or woman would or should take, and we do it to make sure no one else has too. This is just another one of those times, we just have to roll the dice and see what happens."

"And I'm worried that the dice will come up snake eyes," Harry said.

"Word of advice mate," Tommy said. "Don't tell that to the squad. They all look up to you, even if you aren't the oldest."

Harry sighed but nodded. What Tommy had said was true, even though Harry was the youngest of the squad by a couple of months, the entire squad looked up to and respected Harry, for some reason that Harry couldn't fathom.

"Let's grab some grub," Harry said and Tommy quickly agreed.

"Sound off," Harry said into the microphone attached to his helmet.

"Merlyn in position," Tommy's voice crackled in Harry's ear.

"Foxtrot in position."

"Echo in position."

"Eagle in position."

"Overwatch in position."

"Good," Harry said. "We move in 60 seconds from my mark. Remember, the target is to be captured alive if at all possible. But do not take unnecessary risks, and watch your fire, this is a danger close mission and there will be civilians in the area. All right, 60 second countdown starts now, mark."

Harry clicked the knob on his watch and out of the corner of his eye the numbers slowly roll down from sixty toward zero.

"Go!" Harry ordered.

Harry surged forward and kicked down the door in front of him. He quickly scanned the room, his senses all on high alert as he swept his weapon back and forth. The room was empty but Harry could tell that the room had been occupied very recently. Slowly, Harry stepped deeper into the room. There was a pot on the stove with steam rising from it but there were no plates on the table or counter. There was something wrong going on here, he could feel it.

He was about to kick down a door when Harry heard muffled shouting and crashing coming from above him. Harry's radio crackled in his ear but no coherent words could be heard over the crashing, shouting and muffled pops of suppressed gunfire.

"Report!" Harry barked into his radio. "Merlyn, Foxtrot, anyone, I need a status report now!"

The radio crackled and Harry thought he could hear Tommy's voice call out but it was unintelligible over the other sounds. Harry growled and kicked in the door in front of him. The door splintered under his boot and Harry rushed inside the darkened bedroom. He swung his MP5 back and forth across the room but the room was empty. Harry spun around and raced out of the apartment, heading toward the stairs at the back of the building.

"Merlyn, come in!" Harry barked as he took the stairs two at a time. "Foxtrot, Echo! Anyone, report!"

Harry only heard static as he reached the next floor. Kicking in the door, Harry raced down the hallway; he could hear shouting and crying from the apartment at the end of the hall.

"Merlyn!" Harry shouted as he reached the open door. Spinning into the room, Harry saw a family huddled together in the corner; a mother with her arms around her two children. Harry's gun came up and away from the mother.

"Where is Ombotwa?" Harry demanded in Pashto. But the woman just wailed and shouted, shaking her head.

Harry spun around when the building shook above him. He rushed out of the apartment and headed back to the stairs. "Merlyn, where are you?" Harry shouted in his headset. "Report!"

"Bolt, we found Ombotwa," Merlyn's voice crackled over the radio. "He is on the top floor, but he's heavily guarded. Could use some help boss."

"On my way," Harry said. "You just stay alive until I get there."

"Roger boss."

Harry shouldered open the door to the stairwell and raced up the next three flights of stairs to the fifth floor.

"I'm in the stairway on the east side of the building Merlyn, what is your position?" Harry whispered.

"We are pinned down at the west end of the floor," Merlyn answered. "There looks to be ten hostiles between us and you, and they seem to be moving toward you. Looks like they are planning on bugging out using the east stairwell. We will try and drive them back toward you."

"Roger that," Harry said. He quickly checked his weapons, making sure he had a full magazine in his primary weapon, an MP5, and his sidearm, a Glock 17. Seeing that they were both fully loaded, Harry grabbed a flash bang grenade and silently eased the door open.

"Flash bang in five seconds from my mark," Harry whispered into his headset. "Mark." Harry pulled the pin on the grenade and rolled it into the flat and closed the door.

"Three…two…one," Harry counted down. He heard the cries of pain and surprise as the flash bang went off. Harry kicked in the door and stepped into the flat. "No one move!" he shouted in Pashto.

Several of the men whirled around but Harry's MP5 barked and they fell where they stood.

"I said, no one move," Harry snarled, still in Pashto. He saw the rest of his squad stand up from behind their cover, their weapons trained on the terrorists. "Drop your weapons," Harry ordered, "drop them now!"

Instead of dropping their weapons, the men simply laughed.

"Typical Western infidels," an older man laughed in slightly broken and heavily accented English. "Do you truly believe that we would be so easily captured?"

Harry felt something very cold slide deep into his stomach, something wasn't right here and he knew it.

"Ilham Ombotwa, I presume?" Harry said, this time in English. The older man nodded. "You are to come with us, preferably still breathing but my orders are only to bring you with us, not in what condition you are in."

Ombotwa looked directly at Harry with what might have been an impressed look but Harry wasn't sure. "Do you really think that any of us will be going anywhere?" the man asked with a nasty smile. He raised his hand; in it was a cell phone with a blinking light. "Are you ready to meet Allah infidel? Because we are all."

To Harry, it seemed like time had just slowed down. He reached out toward Ombotwa who was smiling broadly at him. Harry's eyes widened as he saw Ombotwa's thumb come down on the screen of his cell phone and it turn bright red.

"NO!" Harry cried as the room around him exploded. Just before the world went red and black, Harry saw a shimmering sheen of blue surround him, and then he knew no more.

Author's Note: Well there you have it, the first chapter of my new story The Power He Knows Not. I know it has been a while since I last posted, and I am sure many of you are disappointed that this isn't a new chapter for another one of my stories but I am having trouble with the direction of my other stories at the moment and the best way I know how to get back on track to is write something different as to get my mind away from the issues I am having with that story. So I hope you all enjoy this new tale.

Edit 12/26/18: I have been informed about some mistakes made in this chapter about the ranks of Harry and his men, so I have adjusted those.