A force of Dark Magic sat in a dark enclosed room.

Arms were rubbed, ghosting over the phantom 2nd and 3rd degree burns obtained in the most recent attack on his most recent stronghold: the ancestral Home of the Crabbe's.

The entire structure tore to the ground via a magically enhanced bolt of lightning from the sky on a cloudy night.

At first, they thought it was a hoax; a fluke. It had to be random acts of nature against the glory of Lord Voldemort. The loss of the Nott and Malfoy ancestral homes were labeled random acts of coincidence by the followers of the dark lord. A freshly freed Malfoy was killed in the destruction.

Despite this, the surviving widowed Narcissia was allowed to take her son and leave, having nothing left to really offer the dark lord.

Then they learned while returning for a raid on a local muggle neighborhood; capturing many muggle females for entertainment, killing and torturing many, and burning the small suburb to the ground. They port-keyed into the garden of the old Riddle manor, exhausted from the raid. They only to view a most peculiar sight; around twenty wizards in the sky casting spells on the clouds. The fight between the unprepared groups left multiple dead and a single guy captured as his broom was vanished from underneath him, causing him to break his legs with a 40 foot fall. They never were more surprised by the guy behind the face as the polyjuice potion the group was using wore off.

Leon Gray, a halfblood wizard that was sent to Azkaban last month for muggle baiting his smart-Alek mother-in-law with a lock and key jewelry chest cursed with a vanishing key.

The story they got from the guy under torture was a deal with the ministry, 1year of service to expunge a 5 year Azkaban sentence through a group called L.I.M.B.

Legally Impelled Magical Being

When it came time to kill the man, he smiled as the killing curse his body. Then it happened. Seals appeared on the man's rapidly cooling corpse like alchemy. They rapidly spread from the limbs and head of the man and meet in the center. It glowed and exploded, gutted the Riddle family home, killed Alecto Carrow who was doing the interrogation, and re-broke the dark lord's arm.

He was pissed. Then the worst case scenario happened, his

Voldemort; the dark lord himself, was losing this war.

He clinched his fist on his blanket. How was Bones miraculously countering everything he does?

Even the random raids, things he was doing spirit of the moment. She always knew.

Then finally, one of his spies finally infiltrated the Bones administration. The spy was dispatched post-haste, but not before he could give his report:

Bones did the impossible a week after his defeat at her hands. and his spies were all unable to pick up neither hide nor hair of before it saw too late, but she found one of his precious pieces.

The Locket of Slytherin horcrux.

Bones' aurors discovered the horcrux on some petty thief, a pathetic wizard named 'dung'. From there she, with the help of the help of the Department of Mysteries, has successfully found a way to track all the other piece of his soul down.

The Diadem of Ravenclaw was captured by a team of curse breakers from Hogwarts, the curse removed, soul fragment exercised and now was in the Headmistress's office. Umbridge will get her's and the diadem will be his again.

The Diary didn't exist anymore, being destroyed in 3 years ago by Harry Potter, curse that boy.

The ring was taken by Dumbledore, the curse slowly taking the life of the old fool.

The snake, his familiar, Nagini, was killed in a spectacular fashion during a raid on his headquarters. Several men have fallen to the wand of Tom's wand that night, both his own followers and the Enemy alike.

The cup of Hufflepuff was handed over when asked for, Bellatrix gave it up without a fight. It was exercised, cleansed, and currently in the office of the head of the Department of Mysteries, a man named Alden B. Croaker.

He was a man enshrouded in mystery; Croaker was not his really name. It didn't matter though, yet another enemy on his every growing list of people to kill.

He sighed, an act he hasn't done since he was a child himself. The hormones of his current host were affecting his mind. Yet it was better that the alternative.

He couldn't think in his own mind.

He brushed a long lock of Auburn hair out of his face as he used his host to think, plan and retreat from the pain his carefully rebuilt body was in as he recovered.

He could only thank Dumbledore and the foolish Weasley's for not taking their formerly possessed seed to a mind healer to heal the corruption and damage left over from the possession.

He eased his mind around hers. Feeding off her soul and the feelings her young 15 year old self have. They come in conflict a lot, but he is exponential more powerful that she can ever hope to be. His will overpowers her, but her soul is both whole and relatively pure.

He breaks out of his musings to look at the clock 4am on August 1st. Damn, he missed Harry Potter's birthday. The plans to assault the Dursley's home was the reason his body was in its current state, and the reason he's hiding out in the mind of Ginevra Weasley.

Hands subconsciously began to drift, ghosting over hardened nipples and a moistened core as Voldemort's thoughts turned to the hatred he has for the Dark-haired youth. Their currently shared heart, mind and body took pleasure from the thought of dominating the last potter. A powerful orgasm broke through the thought process of the waning Dark Lord as the hands of Ginny caressed the sweet spot of their core.

The surge of emotion and pleasure was strong. Easily on par with what using Dark Magic does for Voldemort in his own body.

Voldemort silently cursed Harry Potter's name as tiredness took over the possessed teenaged body and she drifted off to sleep, as the dark lord's soul was sent back to his own body, some 300 kilometers away where he was tethered to his own body.

Meanwhile, in London said Boy-who-lived was stirring.

Harry Potter

Ever been stunned by a Taser?

The voltage that shoots through body leaves your body sore hours after the electricity has left your system.

That's the feeling harry woke up to; sore, and groggy; the first two feelings.

Then he feels the restraints that are holding him down in the chair. The fourth was the smell of bubble gum, coffee, and funk.

Harry looks up, eyes opening as he forces himself into wakefulness.

It was a large dark-skinned face, the source of the bo- coffee-bubble-gummy smell now apparent.

"Dude, halitosis."

The crooked cop slapped the cheeky youth upside the head much the laughter of the other occupants

Edi E. scoffed at the slight before walking toward the center of the room. Harry took his time to look around the room at the other occupants.

Edi began talking. "Look at what we have here…"

Harry drowned him out.

A shapely woman with cutoff short shorts and long orange hair in the corner, he immediately classifies her as an annoyance, but a major threat.

A pair of punks in jeans and cut off tee-shirts, a blond and a brunet, both hold cricket bats, he knew he would have to disarm them, and after he did, they would be easy pickings.

5 larger men with a bald heads; two Caucasian, three black guys, with heavy chains wrapped around their necks. Looks like they grown up, more dangerous versions of Duddikins. He's going to either need some fancy footwork or some ranged KI attacks, maybe both.

"The ball-boys here know of this…"

Harry potter happen to focus his attention on the group Edi E. was referring to. Then he saw them, Dennis and Gordon in a crowd of 12 other fighters. Over the past 7 weeks they had to have been taking steroids or something, because they looked a lot slimmer and quite muscular. The whole group wore matching blue gi's with yellow MMA gloves. They may be a problem; most people known to wear gi tend to have knowledge of KI… Got to hit them hard and fast, can't let them get a chance to fight back.

He saw the smoke in the air, and traced it back to a long man in the rafters, smoking something a bit more potent than a cigarette, probably marijuana. His weapon, a sniper rifle of some unknown make and model rested across his back. HE became the most dangerous person in the room. Too far away to effectively melee, unable to apparate, he's out of range. The first target would have to be him. He can't be allowed time to aim his weapon.

Harry Potter has never been shot, even in Warlock Mode. He would love to keep himself un-shot in the near to distant future thank you very much.

Fighter's aside, there seems to be locker around, tagged, way more organized than a gang hangout would ever be. Crates and piles labeled confiscated gave away the location of the temporary holding place: A police warehouse, which lends the question, How much pull does Mad gear have over the London Police Department?

"Oi, pay attention when I'm talking to you!"

With a thud,The large officer stuck him again in the jaw, knocking him on his back and breaking the wooden chair he was tied to.

Harry looked up at the crooked cop, who smirked at the youth, despite being free from his bounds. He sprung to his feet, and then he noticed it, a black manacle attached to his right arm that was leaving it feeling strangely cold.

Edi E. laughed at the dumbfounded expression on the face of the captured MI6 Agent.

"KI suppressing manacle, it keeps upstart punks like you from using KI against your betters."

Suddenly, the tables turned…

Harry was laughing and Edi E. was frowning.

Why?

Maybe it was because the high, cold laughter the agent was giving off. Maybe is was because the boy in front of him stopped brushing of the wood chips off his body and gave the larger man a glare stronger than Severus Snape could ever manage. Maybe it had something to do with the electric blue tint to his eyes or the crackling energy in the air.

Or maybe it had something to do with what the boy said to him:

"I grow bored of this."

Because Harry Potter activated his Warlock Mode and with off-hand crushed the advanced inhibitor into powder, and quickly fired a cluster of 5 blue, vaguely avian-shaped KI bursts toward the sniper in the rafters.

"Sapphire sparrows".

The KI attack split up and hit the sniper in chest, converging like a pincer type of motion in his chest, knocking the sniper from the rafters as the hit dead center in his chest.

Harry didn't stop there. He quickly countered the Billy club blow from Edi E with a glowing blue palm, shattering the club with his Warlock Mode enhanced grip.

Then he hear 14 different voices cry the same words:

"Burning fastball!" 14 glowing orange auras of varying sizes surrounding 14 identical baseballs rocketed toward the seemingly unprotected back of the agent. Harry ducked under the still outstretched arm of Edi E, and smiled as all 14 balls scored direct hits on the Gang lander. He followed up by delivering a Warlock-Enhanced Kidney punch to the corrupt cop, and seized the large man and used his incredible strength to hurl the unconscious man into the crowd of KI users, knocked them all for a loop.

He turned on the Larger brutes and unleashed a move his Sensei literally beat into his head.

"Hooligan Combo!"

The 4 hit combo took out 4 of the guys due to the enhancement of his warlock mode. The 4, one of the darker complexioned thugs, was quick to wrap on of his chains around Harry's neck and pulled him into a picture-perfect powerbomb. Harry on his back was being strangled by the thug…

Panicking, he unleashed elbow-strike after elbow on the man that was crushing the life out of his lungs. He scored with a lucky shot to the temple, and the man slumped over…

Harry fought top his feet, gasping and struggling to break when it happens.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out and the force of the bullet knocks Harry Potter forward, his Warlock-Mode Flickering in and out as the aura spread the damage over his body like Teflon. He staggered to turn around and saw the girl he initially dismissed as a threat with a desert eagle in hand.

Bang!

Center mass. His Warlock-Mode shatters like glass. He falls his vision swimming before him

Harry's on his back, not sure how he ended up in this position. The Girl is pointing the pistol at his head, like a vengeful goddess coming to take his soul.

Then he hears the sound that sounds like music to his tired body.

"Cannon Spike!"

Cammy comes and kicks the girl out of nowhere as Harry begins to slip into unconsciousness.

2 Hours Later August 1st

"That 2 investigations you have ruined Potter! 2!"

Harry potter was getting chewed out by his commanding officer as he was being looked over by the medics of MI6.

"Not only that, But you attacked another Agent! How could you be so inresponsible?!"

"How was I supposed to know the sniper was an undercover agent?"

Thud!

"OWW"

"Be careful with the patient agent White."

Cammy huffed, still upset at her newest teammate.

She sighed.

"Well, I got the perfect assignment for you. Somewhere remote, where you won't know any one, with a simple order, retrieve BSAA Agents Jill Valentine and Josh stone from Africa.

She grinned at the dumbfounded Look on his face.

"Oh, and you might want to bring your gun with you."

Harry could only shake his head as a file was dropped on his bed with the details. He sweep it aside.

After all it was only an evac mission. How hard can it be?

Author's note.

I've tired of all the stories were Harry suddenly gains skills but never really shows how or where he got them from. God mode-ing should at the least be explained. The way I see is, being receiving actually training, and being dropped in a couple screwed up combat situations should develop the skill necessary to survive a war, because you've been there already.