Sorry it took so long to post this chapter, but I haven't had a lot of time to write lately. Normal disclaimer applies. I own nothing but what I create.

Harry is now 10, about to turn 11.

In an expensively decorated office, an older well built but balding man sat looking over paperwork behind a tasteful oak desk, his leather chair gleaming in the light coming from the setting sun. His name was Kevin O'Shay, and while he presented a façade of being a legitimate business man, with several profitable technology companies and donating thousands to various charities, he was up to his neck in the criminal underworld. Drugs, prostitution, and smuggling were all things that he dealt in, but he was also known for his ability to gather information.

When a knock on his door disturbed his work, he sighed and leaned back, rubbing his forehead.

"What is it, Kingston?" he called out to his bodyguard as he looked at his clock. He was slightly surprised to see that it was half past six in the evening.

"Uh, Boss, there is someone here to see you. He told me to tell you his name is Magus," Kingston responded hesitantly. His boss had a vicious temper at times, especially when he was disturbed while working.

Kevin sighed as he considered telling his men to escort this 'Magus' from the building, but seeing as he had invited him, he instead told them to let him in. His two bodyguards came in a few minutes later and took positions next to the door, keeping a cautious eye on the visitor.

The man they escorted in was an average looking man, with brown eyes and brown hair, his face was one of those easily forgettable faces, one that could blend in well almost anywhere. He wore a basic black suit with a white shirt and black tie. All in all, a very unimposing man with nothing remarkable about him, save for one thing. He walked with confidence and grace, not walking as much as gliding across the ground. It was the way he walked that made Kevin's bodyguards nervous as they watched him cross the room and take a seat in one of the two chairs set across the desk from their boss.

"Mr. O'Shay, I'm glad you had the time to see me today," Magus said, his voice smooth as silk. "I'm sure this visit will be profitable for us both."

"I share that hope. Now, I have been told that you are in possession of certain information that many people would be willing to pay a very large amount of money for. I asked you to come to make you an offer…"

"Thirty percent." Magus said, cutting Kevin off.

Kevin blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"If you want my information, I want thirty percent of the profit from your sale of it."

Kevin looked at him in shock before he started to chuckle. That chuckle turned into laughter, which had his bodyguards on edge. Nothing good ever came after their boss started laughing like that.

"Oh, thank you for that. I didn't realize that you had such a sense of humor, Magus."

"I wasn't joking. This information is easily worth a small fortune, and I want my cut of it. I went through a lot of risk, and I think that thirty percent is very reasonable," Magus told him evenly.

Kevin had stopped laughing by this time, and everyone could see that he was starting to get angry.

"You think that you can come in here and insult me by making demands like that? Who the hell do you think you are?"

"I'm the man with the information you need," Magus said calmly.

Kevin leveled a steely glare at the man he only knew as Magus. "With a snap of my fingers these two men will be more than happy to make sure you end up in the morgue. So, you will do what is best and take ten percent."

Magus didn't flinch, didn't look away, he kept his gaze leveled and his face calm. "You will give me forty percent, or I will take my information somewhere else."

Kevin sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Boys, teach Mr. Magus here some manners."

"With pleasure, Boss."

As the two large men reached for Magus, they both stopped suddenly, though they were visibly straining to move forward. Sweat started to drip from them as their faces grew red from exertion.

"Now that wasn't very nice, Mr. O'Shay. I rather thought I was being calm and polite while you are the one getting angry and rude. And now I'm afraid I need to kill these men to make it clear who here is in charge, as you seem to think that is you," Magus said evenly as the two men behind him struggled to get free.

Magus lifted his left hand and Kingston watched in shock as his partner and friend started to rise into the air. His shock and fear surged when, with a negligent flick of his hand, Magus sent his partner flying through the air and head first into the wall. There was a loud crack as the man's neck and spine shattered from the impact.

"P..please…I was just following orders," Kingston pleaded as the man looked over his shoulder at him. "I don't want to die!"

"No one does," Magus said before he made a fist with his right hand and Kingston's neck snapped, killing him instantly. Magus relaxed his hand and Kingston's body dropped to the floor with a thud. He turned his gaze on a shaking Kevin O'Shay, who looked about ready to pass out.

"How d-d-did you d-do that?" Kevin asked, stumbling over his words.

"That is not for you to know," Magus said with a sneer. "Now, I tried to be nice, to let you come out ahead with your pride intact. However, you forced my hand, and you will suffer the consequences. When you sell this information, you will now give me seventy percent and I will allow you to keep the rest for yourself."

Kevin nodded absently, still in shock at seeing his two best men taken out like they were nothing, without Magus even really moving. It was like something out of a movie, but this was reality and his mind was having trouble accepting what he had seen.

"Why?" the question escaped before he could stop himself.

"Why what? Why did I kill them?" Magus said with a mocking smile. "You know why I killed them. Why did I arrange this meeting? That's quite simple. I need your connections. There are things that I need done, but I do not have the ability to get them done nor do I know the right people…you do."

"You kill my men, and then expect me to happily work for you?" Kevin asked incredulously.

"Maybe not happily, but you will work for me. In time, as you grow richer and more powerful, you will come to appreciate your place." Magus then leveled a cold stare at Kevin. "Or I could just take the knowledge I need from your mind and then dispose of you. It's your choice, really. Either be useful and live, or die."

In the end, there was only really one choice Kevin could make, and Magus walked out of the office after leaving Kevin with specific instructions on his role and the things he needed to get done within the next few months, as well as the account number of the Swiss bank account he wanted his money deposited in.

As Magus walked around the corner of the building and towards a parked car with two men waiting in it, his form seemed to shimmer and dissolve, revealing a young boy with messy black hair, green eyes, and a lightning shaped scar. He got into the car and nodded to the driver who started it up and drove away.

"How was the meeting…Harry?" asked the second man, his name was Jayson.

He had blonde hair that was cut short, nearly a buzz cut. He had a young looking face, despite being in his thirties people still thought he was around 20. However his eyes told a different story. Fading bags around his eyes told of sleepless nights, and a lingering pain in his eyes hinted at a deep emotional wound that was starting to heal but still festered. All in all, this man had seen things that no man should have seen.

"Productive, though not without complications," Harry responded calmly.

"Complications? What sort of complications?" Jayson asked cautiously.

"Mr. O'Shay thought that I was just some greedy, defenseless upstart and tried to 'teach me a lesson'. Needless to say, that didn't work out so well for him," Harry said as he looked out the car window.

Jayson sighed as he rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. "How many body bags are going to be required?"

"Don't worry about that. I left Mr. O'Shay alive and he will deal with the clean up. After all, it was his mess."

Jayson nodded, though it was clear he wanted to say more, but instead he pulled out a PDA that Harry had commissioned for him and made a few notes.

"You don't approve, do you, Jayson. Please, speak your mind," Harry said without turning from the window. It was easy for him to feel the conflict within the man sitting next to him.

Jayson hesitated before putting away the PDA and turning to look at Harry. "I just don't see why you are doing this. You're a kid, for crying out loud. You should be at the park playing, or reading books…anything!"

Harry let the silence grow between them for a few minutes before turning to look Jayson in the eyes. "I have a great destiny ahead of me, my friend. One that will not wait for me to have a childhood. Many people make sacrifices for their goals, mine are simply greater than normal. The greater the destiny, the greater the sacrifices."

Jayson sighed in resignation. "I get that, kid. But why do you have to start so early? Why not wait a few years to start this 'great destiny' of yours?"

"The reason is simple: I have too much to do. There is simply too much that needs to be done to just lay the groundwork for my plans that waiting even a single year will set me back too far. And unfortunately, I am but a single person. Who can do these things if not me?" Harry asked with a heavy sigh, turning to look out the window again.

Jayson leaned across the car and grabbed Harry, turning him to face him. "I can do these things for you, Harry! Let me do this for you."

Harry cocked his head slightly as he looked at Jayson. He could feel the sincerity pouring off him, the fervor of his convictions. He truly wanted to help Harry, if only to try and protect him.

Fool. Very well, if you want to help me, let's see how far you're willing to go.

"I want to trust you, Jay, but I need to know something," Harry said as he gently but firmly removed Jayson's hands from his shoulders. "How far are you willing to go to see my will done? Because I have things planned that go far beyond what I've done so far, many of which are illegal, some insane, and a few things that could be considered crimes against humanity for simply thinking them."

Jayson hesitated for a few seconds before Harry felt his mind settle and his emotions relax. "Harry, I would go to hell and back for you. I'd be dead by now if you hadn't found me and tricked me into training you and helping you out. I had no direction, nothing to live for, no real cares except for where I could get money to buy more alcohol. I owe you my life, and I will do whatever you ask of me."

Jayson chuckled slightly as a thought came to him. "As for your plans…I'm ex-special forces, Harry. I'm used to doing the things you mentioned for a living. It's why you hired me in the first place, remember?"

Harry smiled and gave into a childish impulse, giving Jayson a quick hug before scooting back to his spot by the window, though he winced several times as Sidious punished him for his lack of control.

"So, what would you have me do, sir?" Jayson asked, slipping back into his military mindset.

"I need to build up a private security force, so I want you to start sending out feelers for people that will be loyal to me and willing to fight my enemies. And make no mistake, Jay…I will be making enemies. I'd prefer ex-military, if possible. Also, I need you to start up a technology company, but unlike the other so called technology companies, my company will not focus on just computers and the like. We will revolutionize the technological world, leading the world to a new Golden Age," Harry said passionately. Using the Force, he could feel that Jayson was firm in his commitment to him, though that didn't mean that he would trust him completely.

Jayson used his PDA to write down his orders and a few thoughts. He paused though when a thought came to him. "Harry, if you're going to trust me more, does this mean that you'll tell me how you can do the things you can do?"

Harry pondered the idea for a few minutes, mentally discussing with Sidious about whether or not to show Jayson everything. Finally, after about ten minutes, Harry turned his attention back to Jayson.

"Tell me, Jayson, do you believe in magic?"

Jayson blinked in surprise at the sudden question. "Uh, not really. Why?"

Harry smirked at him and called out to the driver. "Charles, take us to the Cauldron."

Ok, I didn't hit all the things I wanted to, and this chapter is shorter than I wanted it to be, but I wanted to get something out while I try and figure out how to handle the next few chapters.

Also, I'm interested in who you all think I should have Harry be paired with. Send me your votes.