Cloak and Dagger

Chapter: 1

(I own nothing)

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1995

Scotland: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…

Sitting at his desk inside his office, Dumbledore stared sadly at the shattered remains of his little silver do-dads and the broken remnants of the chair across from him. Never before had he felt so broken, like a failure. He had just told his favorite student that he had been keeping secrets from him as well as told his best friends that sending him mail over the previous summer was too dangerous.

He had expected him to be a little annoyed, maybe call him names and rage on about trust but nothing like this.

"Harry I'm sorry! It was for your protection!" he tried to say, hopping for him to see things his way and that he never meant him any harm.

But Harry had been to enraged, his magic striking out at anything it could and completely destroying his silver do-dads before the chair exploded.

He tried explaining that he needed to be protected but Harry's anger only grew.

"Harry I'm sorry, truly I am. What do you want from me?" he had asked only to be horrified at what happened.

"I WANT YOU PEOPLE OUT OF MY LIFE!" Harry had screamed, pulling out his wand and snapping it, "I'M FINISHED WITH YOU ALL!"

He had been so shocked that he had just sat there and watched the young man leave, slamming his office door and vanishing down the winding staircase. Little did he know that Harry storming out of his office was symbolic too, not only did he leave, he vanished from mainstream Magical UK.

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Year: 1998

It had been three years since the magical world had seen hide nor hair of the 'Boy-Who-Lived', many had suspected that he left the country and took on a new alias. An idea that was validated when reporters and other investigators looking for the missing teen asked the Goblins of Gringotts if they knew where Harry Potter was, only to be informed that there was no such person currently banking with them.

Any inquires about the Potter Fortune made by the greedy Ministry Officials such as Fudge, trying to pull the 'It should go to good use since it doesn't have an owner' speech was met with enough Red Tape to scare the man out of a few years on his life. Dumbledore also tried to find answers using Bill Weasley's position as a Gringotts Curse Breaker, but to his surprise and horror, Bill had been fired and banned from working at any branch of Gringotts for life.

Harry Potter had vanished and seemed to be going to great lengths to stay that way despite the increasing problems with Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Fudge had finally been forced to admit the Dark Lords return after the man personally led a raid on Diagon, how the Minister managed to avoid impeachment after all that time nobody knew.

Voldemort himself was trying to find Potter as well and unlike the others, he was having a bit more luck, although not much. While Reporters and Ministry Investigators had to go about things legally, he wasn't bound by the law or a chain of command, he had contacts and loyal followers ready to do anything he ordered.

One of his followers, Antonin Dolohov, had family in Russia that were sympathetic to their cause, they also had connections with major crime syndicates and had sent word that a young man matching Potters description had purchased something from a smuggler and paid for it in gold.

They didn't know what it was that he bought but whatever it was he bought a lot, almost a dozen crates. The smuggler had been a muggle so he had no connection to the magical Russian Mafia and they were unable to ask as the man had been found hanging from his ceiling fan not two days later. Police were calling it a suicide.

Year: 1999

Diagon ally was now silent, most people were too afraid to go shopping there for anything besides what they really needed in fear of a surprise attack despite the squads of Aurors that patrolled the street.

Dumbledore and the Ministry tried hard to battle the threat of Voldemort but could never catch a break. Any Death Eater attack was over by the time the Aurors or Order showed up and any raid on a Death Eater safe house ended up being a waste or slaughter, usually with both sides being brutally killed and only a few escaping.

Voldemort had Dolohov travel to Russia to broker an Alliance between him and the Russians, but weeks later he received news that not only had the Syndicate been taken down but they had been utterly destroyed in a massive explosion that killed well over 200 people including Dolohov. International Magical News Papers stated that the MSB or Magical Security Bureau, the magical counterpart to the KGB, did not take credit for the bombing as it went against their regulations.

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It is now the year 2000, five years since the disappearance of Harry Potter.

Five years since Branch Resident Ragnok had ordered that every file pertaining to one .Harry Potter be changed, sealed, and marked as nonexistent. Five years since all twenty-million Galleons, two-thousand Sickles, and eight-hundred Knuts had been quietly moved while the vaults belonging to the name Potter had been marked as 'Condemned'. Five years since Gringotts UK had gained a mysterious ghost account worth well over twenty-million Galleons that Ragnok himself looked after as the account manager and ordered that anyone asking about the 'Nonexistent' files or about the Ghost Account be ruined.

Harry Potter was gone, for all intents and purposes he died with his parents in 1981. Harry Potter was dead and buried, the name nothing but a dirty little secret of one man.

His name was Harold Black, the secret love-child of Sirius Black and an unknown female, born July 31, 1980. He was a Metamorphmagus like his fathers cousin, had glowing emerald eyes, hair as dark as night, and carried a curse scar in the shape of a lightning bolt somewhere on his body. Those that knew him called him, Harry…

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196 Bishopsgate was a hotel slash apartment building, it rated four stars in their brochures and was located close to everything that vacationers or businessmen would need. A bus stop was only a short walk away, a major road was only a little further for people who owned their own vehicle, the airport was a short drive away, and a subway was close by.

Their rooms ran from fifty pounds a night for a small studio apartment to over five thousand pounds for a penthouse suite. You got anything from full time room service and laundry depending on how much you paid and wake up calls for free, you just had to check in and request it at the front desk or call down.

Hotel staff were told to always mind their manners and never stick their nose in other peoples business, to be courteous and never rude. That went double for the man staying in room 153.

Room 153 was a small room, a studio apartment with a decent sized bathroom, a dresser and closet built into the wall, and a miniature kitchen in the one room that tripled as his den, bedroom, and workspace.

Rumor has it that he was a rich businessman or so said the cleaning ladies that had the privilege to straighten up his already tidy room, something that they love to do as he usually left them a large tip for doing so. The workers at the front desk were a little iffy on the idea, saying that he always dressed in a expensive three piece suit when he was going out and that a businessman, no matter how rich or successful, would wear one just for everyday life.

January 1, 12:01 AM…

196 Bishopsgate; Front Lobby…

The elevator dinged in the hotels front lobby, catching the attention of the young man sitting at the desk with a book in hand and a bored look on his face. The doors slid open and out stepped a man that most hotel staff had come to readily recognize.

"Going out to celebrate New Years, Mr. Black?" he asked with a smile as he looked at the man walking out of the elevator.

"Something like that," he replied while straightening his coat, "Today's going to be a big day, have room service stop by my room, I'd like some fresh sheets and clean towels,"

"Of course Mr. Black, I'll call them right now,"

Harry neared the door, "Take your time," he called before leaving the lobby and walking out onto the street, which were busy with people going to the New Years festival.

He walked down the road a little ways before turning down an ally and vanishing with a small bang.

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As a Metamorphmagus, Harry had easily been able to hide his identity from the world, the lightning bolt scar, while irremovable was simple to hide with his new magical ability. If one were to look at his forehead all they would see was his bare skin, but if they were able to see his ass, they would see said mark, just a little something to show what he thought about the curse.

He had always wondered how he had been able to re-grow his hair that time his, and the term is used loosely, 'Aunt' shaved his head. As it turns out, his metamorphic abilities had been slowly maturing and slowly growing, only to come out in full swing for his magical maturity when he turned 16.

Over the five years he had been away, Harry had just been enjoying life. Going to a club or two, traveling to other countries with the help of his Goblin friends, who turned out to have contacts in muggle banking and government all over the world, providing him with the documents needed to travel in both the magical communities and muggles cities without fear of being deported.

Russia had been his first stop, he wanted something to defend himself with besides his wand, which he really hadn't snapped, he broke an old trick wand that he bought from a joke shop in Diagon. He asked Ragnok about it before his trip and the goblin pulled a few strings, for a price of course, and got him a meeting with a smuggler from the muggle city of Moscow.

The man had been an asshole but had the guns to be one. Meeting the man in a bar, Harry gave a list of things he wanted and returned to meet the man a week later with a suitcase full of melted down galleons before disappearing from Moscow with a shipment full of illegal weapons and explosives.

What he hadn't known was that the man had set him up, those guns were actually supplies for Russian Black Ops teams across the world so had he not used a portkey to leave with the whole thing, that smuggler would've gotten rich and he would've been captured by Russian Government Teams. That smuggler had been caught hours later by some angry Russians, interrogated and questioned about the whereabouts of their weapons, then killed when he admitted to selling them just before they showed up to claim their weaponry.

After taking what he wanted and storing it in his trunk he hid the massive shipment full of various weapons in a secure vault in Gringotts UK, then took a vacation in the Bahamas, never knowing that a security camera in Moscow had caught a blurry photograph of him or that the smuggler had told them that he had sold those weapons to a man with the last name 'Black'.

A year later, he heard that Voldemort was going to try and get help from the Russian Mob through Dolohov and had sent the man to try and get it. Now he wasn't a fan of helping the Ministry or the Wizarding world in general, but he had a bone to pick with Dolohov and Voldemort, so the Russian mafia had to be taken care of for even considering to side with the dark wanker.

He traveled back to Russia, unknowingly catching the attention both the KGB and MSB when his name popped up on a computer database at the airport and being tailed all across Moscow where the meeting was set. Using Dobby, Harry sent the house elf to the casino where the Russian Mob was having a party while Dolohov was pitching an alliance deal and had the little floppy eared elf set more than enough C4 to blow a hole to hell and back.

The explosion was massive, anyone near the blocks of C4 were vaporized and the shockwave killed those further away. The casino had been a one story building and most civilian workers had been sent away for the meeting so the civilian casualties were minimal with the worst injuries being loss of hearing and a fear of gamboling.

The list of suspects were pretty short, the Russian Magical Mafia didn't have much in the way of competition or rivals, mostly the MSB so the mysterious Mr. Black was near the top. When he vanished once again before they could question him he shot straight to suspect number one.

But besides being wanted simply for questioning, the MSB or even the KGB couldn't do anything, if they openly admitted that they suspected him of killing off the entire mafia leadership it would make them look incompetent and foolish, having to rely on an outside source to take care of their problems.

So they kept it quite, blaming it on a 'Gas Leak' while having their contacts subtly inquire about one Mr. Black, hoping to learn more about this person who they were suspecting to be a foreign agent of some kind.

Sadly for them, other foreign spies, real spies, caught wind of this mysterious agent and sent news back to their countries, sparking interest in a strange man known Harold Black.

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Lucius Malfoy bowed before his Lord and Master in the hidden underground room beneath his manor. As a proud Death Eater and pureblood he had been happy to house the Dark Lord in his home, loving the fact that his fellow Death Eaters would have to come to his home for any meetings or to report anything.

All of the inner circle were there today, while all were dark and unquestionably evil they were still human and did enjoy some celebrations, especially the New Years where they ushered in a whole new year, one that they would be in control.

After the clocks struck twelve and the gathered adults all had their little celebration toast, all the Death Eaters left with their family (If they had one) and gathered down stairs in their masks and robes to hear their Dark Lord speak at 12:30.

"-now, is there anything that one of you would like to add?" he asked after a long speech that took nearly thirty minutes about their coming victory and how only purebloods were fit to rule.

There was a small pause before a voice shot out, "Actually, I'd like to say something!"

The gathering of at least fifteen dark wizards turned to see a fellow Death Eater standing in back, his cloak and mask firmly in place. They split like the red sea until he had a clear view of the Dark Lord sitting at his throne while they all saw him.

"Who are you?" Voldemort questioned. Unlike the other Death Eaters, they had all removed their masks upon bowing to him but this one still had it.

"That's Yaxleys mask!" Bellatrix Lestrange bellowed, her insanely annoying voice echoing out among them, causing a mass drawing of wands.

Yaxley had been missing for awhile, close to a year now. He hadn't responded to any of the summons that the Dark Lord sent through the mark and was declared a traitor.

"You have a lot of nerve coming here Yaxley," Voldemort hissed at the man, "Care to explain why you saw fit to ignore my summons."

There was a small chuckle, "My, my, what hostility!" the man exclaimed loudly.

"That voice… that's not him," Avery muttered loud enough to be heard.

The masked person nodded slowly, "Indeed, I met dear old Yaxley close to a year ago… and let's just say our meeting really… blew his mind," he chuckled while pulling off the skull-like mask and tossing it onto the floor, revealing that the top half had a large hole in it and that the inside was covered in dry blood.

Some took a step back at the sight and from the man, repulsed that he had been wearing the mask with dry blood on it. He still had the pointy Death Eater hood on, casting a shadow over his eyes and hair but they all saw the big grin he wore.

"Dear old Yaxley has… departed from his world, died screaming like a bitch."

"Who are you?" The Dark Lord demanded.

The hooded man motioned to himself, "Me? Well I am merely a messenger. One whose fate sent him here to deliver a simple message, so one might say that I am a Messenger of Fate whose fate it is to deliver a fateful message to one who defies their Fate… and my message is simple, you can not stop your fate and those who try are fated to die and that is no lie. So with one last thing to tell, at the end of one bell…" he stopped as the large grandfather clock rang once, it's ringing echoing down the halls and into the room, "I simply say… see you in Hell."

Before they could fully understand what was said, a see-through bright yellow shield appeared around the man before he pulled out two metal objects from the cloak, only a split second passed before a series of deafening bangs erupted.

Spells shot towards the man only to rebound off the shield and strike the walls or the other Death Eaters, even killing curses were deflected to the sides.

The whole display seemed to last only a moment before it ended, nearly all Death Eaters were laying dead in pools of blood, their bodies riddled with holes.

Chuckling, the man removed his cloak to reveal a three piece suit and walked up to the throne where Voldemort was sitting against, his pale face white has snow with a stream of blood running down his chin.

"I should've known it was you Potter," He choked out as Harry kicked his wand aside, smirking down at him with his lighting bolt scar proudly on display.

Holstering one of the Mac10's, Harry hit the clip release and replaced it with a full one, "Yes you really should've, I expected this kind of stupidity from your pureblood pets but quite honestly I must say that I'm ashamed to be a fellow half-blood, our kind are much sharper than most purebloods,"

Voldemort smirked, his body starting to shake, "Say's the one who abandoned his friends for five years,"

Harry shrugged, "They started it,"

The half dead Dark Lord coughed up a mouthful of blood and started laughing, "You know… I've always respected you Potter… not because you managed to trick me like this… no… I respect you simply because… when I look at you, I see myself."

Harry frowned, "We are nothing alike,"

"Oh?" he coughed, "That is what you think… deep down, your just like me…"

Aiming the gun at Voldemort's face, Harry glared.

His eyes started to lose their light, "Just like me Potter… just… like… m-" *BANG*

Glaring down at the dead Dark Lord, Harry spat on him, "We are nothing alike…"

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A few days passed by without incident, people started to wonder why there were no Death Eater activity, not that they missed it… no, far from it. They welcomed the peaceful days but had become use to constantly fearing an attack so things felt weird. By the time the mandatory monthly Wizengamot meeting started they were wondering what had happened, and where Malfoy had gone off to.

Aurors were sent to look for the man at his home and returned with shocking news, Lucius Malfoy was dead along with every one of the inner-circle Death Eaters and had been dead for quite some time. Also, the biggest news had sparked waves of relief and joy, You-Know-Who was found dead among his followers and drawn on the back of his stone throne was a bloody red lightning bolt with the letters H.P. underneath.

Newspapers flew off the shelves as quick as they were put up in Diagon with people wanting to see the picture that somehow got leaked out to the public, showing the mass of bodies laying in dried pools of blood while the man they all feared leaned against the stone with a hole in his head, the bloody lighting bolt above him like a trophy.

Unspeakables, Aurors, Reporters, and Order Members searched high and low for the man they knew had saved them once again, but with his trail well over two weeks old they had no luck in locating Harry Potter. For once again, he had vanished.

Fudge tried to start a massive manhunt, calling him a murderer, but outrage from nearly every magical person in the UK got him booted from office and replaced by Amelia Bones, whose first order of business was to have Harry declared as a National Hero and awarded him the Order of Merlin, First Class. Which was then placed in the Ministry Atrium for all to see in a warded trophy case when he didn't show up to claim it.

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Dumbledore continued to be Headmaster of Hogwarts, continuing to regret his mistakes and hoping to see his favorite student once again.

Ron Weasley graduated Hogwarts a year late… just barely and managed to be drafted for a National Quidditch Team. He was soon kicked off three games later, for everything that he knew about the game, he had no skill and didn't even know the meaning of Teamwork. He now worked at his brothers joke shop as a cleaner.

Hermione Granger graduated Hogwarts at the top of her class and tried finding work with the Ministry. But Muggleborns were discriminated against and she soon gave up on her dream of being in the Government to help with the very thing that stopped her from finding work. She and Ron dated for a little bit but she dumped him and didn't even keep in contact with the Weasley family anymore. But with her brain, certain people took an interest in her and soon approached her with a job offer. She took it and now, even her family barely got letters from her.

Ginny Weasley had gotten engaged with her boyfriend Dean, but cheated on him a day before the wedding. She had dropped out of Hogwarts to marry him while he had already graduated so with her parents having paid for half the wedding and broke, she was unable to return to finish school.

Neville Longbottom went on to wed Lavender Brown and became the owner of a very successful greenhouse, crossbreeding plants and being awarded the highest plant based award for creating a plant that, when added to another potion, finally helped cure his Mother and Father of their mental problem caused by the Death Eaters. Alice and Frank Longbottom had a rough time adjusting to the fact that they missed so much of their little boys life but came to peace with it and lived happily with their son and his wife.

Remus dated Tonks for awhile, but the grief of Harry going missing and wanting nothing to do with them put a strain on their relationship. Tonks was willing to look past his problem but Remus continued to let his inner werewolf haunt him. She continued to pursue a deeper relationship with him but he soon broke it off, not wanting to hurt her but in all actuality, it devastated her. Tonks felt alone, her parents had been killed in a Death Eater attack and she had no other family so she soon got depressed and even quit her job as an Auror. Vanishing completely one day without so much as a word.

Katie Bell followed her dream of playing pro Quidditch for the Hollyhead Harpies, an all woman team and despite being a Chaser in school, led the team to National victory as a seeker before quitting the team and pursuing a new career in America, far from the growing tension back home. Her parents had died when she was younger so she didn't have family to worry about. None of her friends back home or her old team heard from her again.

Harry Potter aka Harold Black… well…

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Walking into his Studio apartment, Harry disarmed and took off his coat, vest, and shirt, throwing them into the dirty clothes while storing his guns in a hidden trunk before going into the main area and laying on his bed with nothing but his pants on. With Voldemort dead and his inner circle destroyed, the Death Eaters were a problem that even incompetent Aurors could handle.

He was finally free to live his life how he wanted.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Sitting up, he walked to the door and peeped through the peephole to see two men and a woman waiting outside his door before opening it.

"May I help you three?" he asked.

The woman held up a badge, "Mr. Black, I'm Agent Rebecca Morgan of the SIS otherwise known as MI6, I need you to come with me."

To be continued…

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