Resident Evil: Potter style

Chapter 1

-X-

Driving down the streets of Raccoon City a caravan of black SUVs with dark tinted windows followed by a pair of helicopters sped towards their targets as fast yet safely as possible. Some would pull off on busy streets, heading towards offices while others turned down residential areas, going towards homes.

The first SUV finally slowed and signaled to the right, turning down the more rich area of the city, the two people sitting in the front, a woman and a man, studied the holographic screen that showed the person they were to pick up.

It was of a fair skinned man with unruly black hair and dark green eyes behind a pair of round, silver framed glasses. But the most distinguishing feature was a scar on his forehead that was in the shape of a lightning bolt.

Beside the picture was his information.

His name was Harrison James Black, a foreigner from the United Kingdom. Located at 243 Grayson Road, Raccoon City. He was an Umbrella Employee Level 10, one of the many that had been flagged as a High Priority Extraction target, but unlike the others, this extraction had been ordered directly by the Umbrella Chairmen himself. Failure was NOT an option.

-X-

Harry Potter, now known as Harrison Black, leaned back in his office chair as he smoked a cigarette, looking up to ceiling fan to watch the smoke be dissipated.

Life had been grand ever since he escaped from Britain at the age of 15 with the help of his Godfather's death. Thanks to Sirius's will, he had been named Lord Black and was emancipated, which then gave him the right to claim Lordship of the Potter family. That was where he found out the truth about his so-called, 'friends' and mentor.

Dumbledore had been stealing money from the Potter vaults for well over 11 years, handing it out to the Weasley family as payment to 'care' about him and to fund himself as well as the Order. Hermione had also been in on it, taking money and promises of rare books from his vaults once Dumbledore was able to get in.

The Potter account manager had turned a blind eye to the thief and covered it up for a small fee, but when Harry brought it out into the open he quickly changed his tune. But he hadn't been so forgiving, after taking every coin, jewel, book, and heirloom out of the bank, nearly giving the Goblins a coronary in the process. He proceeded to force the goblins to return every stolen coin using threats of openly declaring how inapt they were to the papers.

He got over half back, but when they failed to return the rest, the papers got a nice letter from him explaining, in great detail, about the thief's and how the goblins allowed it to happen. Soon, the Goblins were out of business and the traitors at Hogwarts were put under investigation by the Ministry.

Dumbledore tried to find him, to 'convince' Harry to stop this, but by then, Harry and his vast fortune was long gone.

-Knock- -Knock- -Knock-

Sitting up, he stood and made his way to the door to be greeted by a man and a woman, both dressed in a black suit with a burgundy shirt and tie.

"Excuse us, sir. There's been an incident,"

His eyebrow rose, "How bad?"

"You must come with us," the man continued, ignoring his question and walking forward to grab his arm.

Harry, only dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, slapped the man's hand away and grabbed him by the neck with surprising speed. "You do not order me around, now answer my question or I'll have you demoted down to night janitor,"

"These's been a security breech in the Hive, sir," the woman told him, "the Chairman has ordered that you be taken to a safe location."

Harry released the man, pushing him back, "I see, I just have to grab something and we'll be on our way,"

"No, we need to go now…" the man started only to get an evil glare from the green eyed man.

Harry left them standing there for a minute and returned with a black leather satchel, or messenger bag before grabbing a black leather jacket from the coat rack next to the door, "Ok, lets go."

The pair of Umbrella suits got into the front while he got into the back and soon they were on the way to an evac zone. The two were silent, the woman drove while the man rubbed his neck in the passenger seat. Harry just sat there and started thinking…

It hadn't been hard to get his hands on muggle money, pawn shops bought them thinking that they were old pirate gold or medieval coins so he used the money to buy a plane ticket to the United States where he soon found that the magical community there had switched to using normal dollars long ago. Luckily, he had been able to find an money exchange office and traded in well over a hundred billion dollars worth of gold. Bribing a few people, he was quickly granted citizenship and kept his emancipation.

Not long after that, he met the American version of Malfoy, a cold hearted, emotionless man named Albert Wesker. They got along rather well.

He invested in Wesker's Corporation, Umbrella and the man got him a job there on the Board of Directors, seeing as…

A loud horn followed by screaming broke him from his thoughts, looking over to the side, he saw the front of a large vehicle just before it slammed into the front passenger side of the SUV, knocking around, flipping it on it's side then top and spinning it until it hit a parked car.

Harry groaned as he hung upside-down in the SUV, broken glass all below him. Blood dripped from his nose and cut his hands as they hung down to the roof of the flipped vehicle. Luckily, his glasses were spelled to never come off or break so he could see perfectly, especially with the adrenaline pumping through him.

The man in front on him was dead, his body crumbled to a bloody ball as he refused to buckle up, the girl however had a less horrid fate, she had her seatbelt on but the force of the impact had snapped her neck to the side, breaking it and the window.

The radio up front buzzed to life, "This is U-Gamma 7, evacuation complete… but we just lost contact with Gamma 1 and Gamma 12"

Slowly, he let out a breath as his head started hurting and reached up to hit his seatbelt release button. He struggled a bit but finally succeeded, only to fall on his face with a pained moan before everything went black.

-X-

Two hours after the crash…

In an underground facility, Albert Wesker sat in his conference room looking at the hologram projections of his other Directors through his solid black sunglasses.

"Sir, I regret to inform you that contact has been lost with Director Black's escort almost two hours ago." another man informed him, making Wesker frown a bit.

"They lost contact over an hour ago and I'm only hearing of this now?" he questioned, his tone colder and crueler than ever.

The man gulped, "I-I just received the report sir."

"Has anything been done yet?"

"N-no… no sir,"

Wesker, who hadn't been looking towards him, slowly turned his head until he faced the hologram. "Must I remind you what he means to this Corporation? His safety and health is a top priority, we can not allow him be infected."

The others looked between the Chairman and the other man, he wasn't a director, more like a secretary that reported things to them if it was an emergency. They were content to watch the blond Chairman verbally rip him a new one and wait for their meeting to continue. Director Black was an important man, aside from Chairman Wesker, he had the highest clearance level.

"Send a unit into the city and retrieve him." Wesker finished after emotionlessly and calmly reaming the Umbrella officer to the point where he looked like a scolded child.

"But what if he's already…?"

"He wont be." Wesker snapped, "Director Black will not allow himself to be infected so easily. Now, do as I say before I have you liquidated and replaced with someone more competent."

-X-

10 hours after the crash…

Harry awoke with a cough and slowly looked around, ignoring the pain in his hands and face from the broken glass. A brief wave of panic flew through him but he quickly calmed down as he remembered what happened. Someone opened the Hive, the large underground Umbrella lab located underneath the large mansion in the mountains not too far from the city and was unable to contain the T-Virus. Umbrella had sent a extraction team for him but they were sideswiped by some large truck and he was knocked out.

Looking up to the front, he turned away from the two dead bodies and crawled out from the SUV, sliding out the broken window, thankful that he had been wearing his coat or else the glass would've made it a lot more painful.

Standing up, he leaned against the SUV and took a few breaths while checking himself over. His hands were a bit cut up and one side of his face had a few small scrapes on it, luckily he still had his Satchel strapped around his body. Had he lost it… he didn't even want to think about it. It had a lot of his stuff inside and was charmed to hold a lot more inside it than it normally would hiding it away so that anyone who looked inside wouldn't see a bottomless bag. It would also 'summon' what he put in it with a thought, which was a nice trick.

The sound of growling and gurgling reached his ears. Slowly turning his head, he saw a infected cop, a zombie, stumbling towards him with its broken foot. His uniform shirt was bloody and torn but the flesh was still a bit tan, signs that it had been a human not too long ago but had been bitten.

Opening his bag, Harry pulled out his wand and waited for it to get near. As it got within six feet, it lunged forward but a quick cutting curse removed it's head, sending the zombie flopping down to the pavement like a puppet with it's strings cut.

Studying the zombie cop, he noticed the belt it had on and took a moment to think if he should really take it, but a second later, he decided to say screw em and removed the wider than usual belt. The cop had been packing a standard 9mm and had two extra clips in a separate pouch on the belt which was soon buckled around his waist and under his coat.

He could hear faint gunshots off in the distance, no doubt from the chaos of the infected running after the living. He would need to find a way out of here and quick.

Looking around, he found that the closest Umbrella controlled place was the Hospital and sighed, it was a ways away. Sometimes he cursed the fact that he never continued to pursue his schooling, a portkey or apparition would've made this a lot simpler.

The sun was beginning to set and being stuck here in the open at night wasn't something he wanted to experience without a complete unit of highly trained and Umbrella armed soldiers to back him up.

Taking a few steps, he winced slightly as pain flared from his leg and back. The adrenalin in his system had dulled the pain at first but now he could feel the aches and pains caused by the crash. It wasn't a crippling pain at all, just annoying as hell as he continued to walk down the sidewalk.

Harry wasn't sure of how long he walked, but he did know that there was a distinct lack of people around, both living and unloving. There were a few bodies here and there, most riddled with multiple gunshot wounds to the chest and head. Those zombies were tough, only destroying the brain or disconnecting it to the rest of the body would stop it completely, luckily for anyone who had to fight them or run, most were slower than usual, especially if they were in a hoard.

Passing by a police car with the door flung open, blood all in the seat and on the side, Harry stopped just long enough to turn on the radio to hear what was going on.

The radio was mass of voices, some calling for backup at various places, others pleading for medics, he even heard one cop screaming, 'It's just like Valentine told us!'. One final call came from a dispatcher, saying that all off-duty law enforcement personnel were to report for duty immediately.

"Fuck," he muttered, twisting the knob and turning it off, "I need to get out of here."

-X-

Major Timothy Cain stood over his laptop in a tent near the only exit leaving Raccoon City after receiving his orders directly from Chairman Wesker. As the one in charge of the Raccoon City Outbreak, he was now in charge of finding and getting Director Black out alive and uninfected.

Turning to his head of Security, James Shade, he closed the computer, "Use the Personnel Locator and the CCTV cameras to find him, radio his location to a team and have him airlifted out of the city."

The tall black man nodded and turned to leave, stopping just long enough to pick up his black helmet from a table near the exit.

-X-

Reaching the Hospital run by Umbrella, which also acted as a research facility, Harry entered and made his way over to the reception desk. Picking up the phones he cursed to find that it didn't have a dial tone and threw it down.

But luckily enough, the computer was still running in standby mode. Typing in his security codes, the computer left standby mode and loaded the interface where he typed in the emergency codes that would allow him to connect to other lesser known locations.

-Thunk-

Looking up, he saw a lone zombie throwing herself against the thick glass window of the door, obviously having followed him somehow. He looked back to the computer and connected to the Chairman's personal line, unknowingly making Wesker loose his call as he knocked the other person offline.

"Who is this?" Wesker droned out before Harry cut him off.

"The fucking Easter bunny, who the fuck else knows how to contact you?" he snapped sarcastically through the computers built in microphone.

"Mr. Black, I was wondering when I'd hear from you, are you out of the city yet?"

"No, the SUV was hit by some large truck, I woke up a few hours ago," Harry told him, "The other two are dead but that's beside the point, I'm in the Umbrella Hospital's front lobby right now, I need an evac."

"I'll have one sent, will you be able to hold your position for an hour or two?"

Harry scoffed, "Of course, only one zombie managed to… follow… me…" He slowed to a stop, looking at the zombie in question only to see fifty more making there way towards the door. "Oh dear,"

"What is it?" Wesker demanded.

"I don't think that I'll be able to stay for long," Harry told him as the zombies began to beat and push on the glass windows and doors. "There's a fucking hoard at the doors. I'm getting out of here, there's no way I can fight this many alone."

The glass started cracking and Harry sped it up, "I'll find a way to get in contact when I can, but I have to get out of here now,"

Not even waiting for a reply, he exited everything and locked the computer down, not wanting anyone to be able to hack anything. With that taken care of, he scrambled down the hall behind the desk and towards the rear exit, stopping to activate a few security gates that blocked the hall behind him.

Five minutes later, he stopped, finding himself in front of the Pharmacy storage.

-X-

Lloyd Jefferson Wayne, better known as LJ looked around as he drove a car down the dark, zombie infested streets of the city. Adjusting his fedora, he looked forward and saw a zombie creeping across the road a few yards ahead.

"GTA MOTHERFUCKER!" he yelled while slamming on the gas, ramming into the zombie and throwing him over the hood. He watched in the rearview as it rolled down the back glass and onto the street before loudly calling out, "Ten-points," with cocky smirk.

He continued to drive for a minute before more movement caught his eye, walking out of a strip club was two infected stripers, wearing panties and nothing else. Watching, he gave a grin as he passed before a sudden stop made him hit his head on the steering wheel after ramming into a parked car.

He got out, blinking the stars from his eyes as he looked at the totaled front end of the car, "Damn,"

Looking back, he saw the two stripper zombies slandering towards him, blood dripping from their mouths and bare chests.

"Fuck that," he exclaimed, turning and jogging away.

He jogged for a bit before he was forced to stop as a zombie crossed his path. "Goddamn don't y'all take a break?" he cried out while reaching for one of his guns.

A sudden gunshot caused it's head to jerk to the side, blood spraying from it's temple.

Blinking, LJ turned and saw a younger white man holding a pistol while standing at the edge of an alleyway. He started to call out a thanks but the man aimed at him, "No wait I'm not-" closing his eyes and cringing, he heard the gun go off.

A moment passed by before LJ opened one eye and turned to see another zombie laid out on the street a few feet away, "Hot damn!" he yelped, face grim and pale as he reeled back to look at the guy. "Mother fucker, you nearly shot me!"

"Be thankful that I didn't," the guy grunted, "I'm a bit doped up on painkillers right now, if you hadn't yelled I would've shot you too."

"You bitten?"

The guy shook his head, "No, sore from a car crash,"

LJ walked over and studied the man, he was a little shorter than him and had messy black hair with round glasses over his green eyes. The man wore a black leather jacket over a white shirt with blue jeans and running shoes, around his waist was a five-O gun belt and he could just see the messenger bag at his side while the strap crossed his chest.

"I'm Lloyd Jefferson Wayne, but you can call me LJ on account of the informal situation." he introduced himself with a hand held out.

Harry took it, "Harrison James Potter," he said, not wanting anyone to know he was connected to Umbrella right now, "But my friends call me Harry,"

"Thanks for saving my ass, that was some crazy-mother-fucking-white-boy-shit right there, busting that bitch in the face like that." LJ continued to ramble on, giving Harry a chance to study him.

LJ was a little taller than him, probably around six foot tall. He wore dark blue jeans and a tan leather jacket over a shirt covered with blue and tan diamonds with a black fedora on his head.

"Man we should team up, I'd feel a lot safer knowing that I had a gangster ass white boy watching my back, and you do look like you could us someone to watch yours." LJ finished after a moment.

Leaning against the wall, Harry thought it over, the man did have a point. The painkillers and other drugs he took from the hospital did dull his senses a bit and having an extra set of eyes looking around would be helpful.

"You got a gun?" he questioned after deciding to let him tag along.

LJ held his coat open, "Hell yeah, my shits custom," he grinned while twisting his hips to each side, showing a pair of gold plated Desert Eagles.

"Alright then, partner." he nodded pulling his pack of cigarettes out, only to find it empty. "This'll be a problem."

The pair decided to go to the nearest place that had cigarettes, which was a little gas station a few blocks away. They dodged a few slow moving zombies, seeing as the near constant sound of gunshots off in the distance was attracting most of the living dead.

LJ passed the time talking about how he use to work at a Wal-Mart in the woman's shoe department, that he took the job thinking of how many girls he'd meet. Not knowing at the time that how many unattractive women he'd have to deal with and the unappealing tasks he'd have to do like clean up child vomit and have to listen to fat girls complain that he brought them the wrong size instead of admitting that their foot was too fucking fat to begin with.

Harry found his company to be enjoyable, LJ was funny to listen to and very street smart, knowing most streets like the back of his hand.

"Here it is," LJ spoke, motioning to the small gas station, it had two pumps up front, the hoses laying on the ground. The windows were shattered and a few bodies laid on the cement with blood covering the place. "Looks the same as usual."

Harry walked in, wincing at the sound of the bell ringing as LJ followed behind.

Most of the racks looked untouched but a few were knocked over, items laying everywhere on the dirty tiled floors.

He walked around the corner, taking a few cartons of different brands as well as a couple boxes of Black and Mild, stuffing them in his bag while LJ was by the snack rack, taking some chips and candy.

-X-

Jill Valentine grunted as she helped her fellow STARS member Peyton Wells walk after being bitten on the leg by a newly turned zombie while holding the line at the bridge. Followed by Terri Morales, the news woman for the Raccoon news station, the three quickly moved down the dark streets, avoiding zombies and moving into a church courtyard.

"In here," she huffed, letting Peyton walk on his own to be point man while she covered their rear. Motioning for the newsgirl to hurry and follow, she closed the metal gates to the church and drew her pistol.

She was a member or better yet, had been a member of S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team, as the squads Rear Security. Before joining S.T.A.R.S., she was part of the U.S. Army's Delta Force training program, where she earned extremely high grades in bomb disposal. She was recruited into S.T.A.R.S. for her already well-developed fighting skills and was held in high respect by other officers.

Dressed in strapless blue top with a black skirt and a pair of black high top boots, she carefully scanned the area with one of her two silver colored Smith and Wesson 5946's as they entered the church.

The sound of a revolver cocking caught their attention and they turned to see a sweaty man in a blue shirt holding a large revolver at them fearfully, "You have to get out." the man told them, the barrel shaking wildly from his fear. "This is my place, I'm hiding here."

Terri put her hand on her hip, "I think it's big enough for all of us." she snapped while dressed in a baby blue suit and skirt, holding her camera in hand.

"Don't tell me what-"

"Okay, just cool it," Peyton intervened, leaning heavily on his uninjured leg. "Put the gun down."

A storm started up, lightning lighting up the large stained-glass windows.

-X-

"Man, now aint this some shit!" LJ griped as the rain started to pour down, "All over my new coat.

Harry, whose cigarette was now limp and wet, hummed in agreement as he spat it out, "Figures that it'd rain on the day of a zombie outbreak,"

"Harry I say we find us a car or something, I'm not walking my ass out of here in this rain."

The green eyed man nodded, "I agree, let's check some of these cars."

The pair checked the vehicles that weren't too damaged to drive or weren't trapped. Eventually they found a few good ones in a near empty parking lot outside of a small theater in Westwood Plaza. Walking up to a small SUV, LJ looked in the window and suddenly, both heard the sound of a rifle being loaded.

They looked up to see a person perched between the large signs of the theater with a sniper rifle.

"Don't shoot!" LJ yelped, throwing his hands up.

Harry drew his handgun and aimed just before the sniper shot and went to kill the person, only for LJ to yelp as a now dead zombie fell on his leg as the sniper gave a rebel yell.

Holstering it, both approached the theater and entered, only to be surrounded by multiple STARS members with automatic rifles and shotguns.

In a flash, Harry had his own pistol out, leveling it at the forehead of an older member of the group who also held a 9mm at his chest.

"SHIT!" LJ exclaimed over the sound of safeties clicking off, "Maybe I was safer outside."

"Put the gun down son," the older man said coolly and calmly, his light brown hair dishevel while his face was haggard with dark rings around his eyes.

Harry never faltered, "You first, tell your boys to stand down or else they'll be short a senior member."

There was a tense silence before the older member put up a hand as a show of nonaggression and motioned for the others to stand down. He raised the barrel along with Harry and both holstered their weapons.

LJ nodded, "Yeah, get those guns out my damn face," he blustered out.

Wordlessly, the older man turned, picking up an extra shotgun that had been sitting against a chair and held it out to LJ, who had been beside Harry, figuring that he didn't have a weapon.

LJ looked at the gun in disgust, "Motherfucker please," he snapped, once again opening his coat and showing off his large pistols.

Loud footsteps echoed into the theater from the streets.

"Shh," the senior officer of the men snapped suddenly before looking out through the broken windows.

The footsteps grew louder and they turned to see a large figure walking towards them, it's footsteps sounding like stomps.

"What the fuck is that?" one man questioned as the old man started motioning for them to take positions.

"Holy… shit," LJ muttered in shock at the sight.

It was around seven and a half feet tall and covered in leather, it's face was mutated, teeth out in the open as it had no lips and a flap of skin was stapled over one eye as tentacles grew from it's skin in some places.

The sniper on the roof fired, the bullet impacting it's chest with a small splatter of blood flying from the front but it did nothing to even halt the hulking beast. Another round went off, sending blood and ripped leather flying but it kept approaching.

"Your going down you son of a bitch!" a faint yell from above echoed.

Harry smirked inwardly as he saw the STARS members aim at the monster with shaky hands, which in turn made their guns shake.

The beast let out a guttural roar, raising one of the weapons in it's hands, revealing it to be a rocket launcher before firing.

Harry stumbled a bit along with everyone else as the rocket impacted with the sign on the building, killing the sniper and frightening the STARS as parts of the sign flew in all directions.

"Deploy defensive formation. Take him down." someone yelled out.

Crossing his arms, Harry stood in the open and watched as the men spread out and began to fire at the beast as it raised it's second weapon, a minigun and open fired. The shooting lasted only thirty seconds but when it stopped, every STARS member laid dead on the ground while he and LJ stood unarmed.

-X-

Moments before…

Major Cain stood in a control center of the Umbrella camp which was dedicated to project Nemesis and looked over the shoulder of one of the annalists at the computer, which showed everything that Nemesis saw.

"What do we have?" he asked the woman, leaning down to get a better look.

She typed a few keys in, "A dozen armed men, well organized"

"I'm surprised that there's anyone left alive." he muttered.

"They're STARS. The best the RCPD has to offer."

Giving the order, Cain watched as the monster codenamed as Nemesis open fired and killed the men, suddenly, the screen flashed red.

"What happened?"

The whole team was scrambling to find out what was wrong, "Sir, Project Nemesis is firing in the same direction as Umbrella Director Black, computers confirm that he's inside that building."

-X-

"Oh shit…" LJ muttered in shock as he looked around, all over the floors around him laid STARS members, riddled with bullets. Hearing a click, he turned and saw the younger white boy messing with his lighter and trying to light a cigarette that hung in his lips.

Harry turned, "Got a light?" he asked as if a large group of armed men hadn't just been massacred by a monster that was now approaching them.

The man turned back to Nemesis, fear in his eyes as the green laser appeared on his chest while it growled.

"Respect," he stated, holding up his two pistols.

Nemesis roared again, not lowering his weapon.

LJ dropped the two guns which clattered to the floor, allowing it to change it's view from Armed Civilian with a minimum threat level, to non-combatant with no threat level.

It then left and vanished into the darkness.

"I gotta get me a gun like that," the dark haired bespectacled man mused, blowing out a lungful of smoke.

Growling reached their ears, making them look around before seeing a hoard of zombies approaching, obviously attracted by the sound of gunshots and the rocket explosion.

LJ quickly picked up his pistols, "Oh damn, why can't I catch a break?"

Harry just popped his neck, "LJ… feel free to run if you'd like, I'll handle these freaks."

To be continued…

-X-

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