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Sweat was running lines down his forehead, with his left hand he wiped them off, his right clutching the wooden wand that acted as his primary weapon source. They were on the seventh floor in a ten level car park— cars all lined in parallel parking along the walls and pillars supporting the interior.

They had the area on lock-down under the guise of a bomb threat so no one was allowed access into the parking lot in fear of cross-fire casualties and exposure— after all they were in Muggle London at the moment and next to a shopping mall no less. A group of black hooded men and women had chosen that particular spot to hide because of the publicity. No wizard would dare attempt to apprehend them in open space especially the fact the parking lot had no actual walls lining its body, big cement columns lined the corners and left the rest to open air though. Yes, who would risk exposure like that? Death Eaters don't care.

To apprehend these magic fugitives, the government both Muggle and Magical had employed the very best in the Auror Department— two of the best.

Mission objective was simple: Apprehend seven Death Eater extremists. Condition was to bring them back all alive and without the exposure of the Wizarding World.

Behind a pillar he looked to his side where a dark haired man with glasses held the same position as him. The distinctive lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead glowed in the dim. He mouthed 'Are you ready, Harry?' to the dark haired man.

Rows of parked cars dwelt the seven Death Eaters hiding, this was not going to be easy and Ronald did not think that they would be getting them without at least damaging one of the cars. Most of the vehicles were shining new and very impressive sports cars. Such a shame, Ron thought. This was actually going to be very easy. Now how to prevent the outside from seeing their planned display of brilliant lights and firework?

Step one: a quick illusion charm to cover the entire parking lot easily without having to complete the barrier manually. Catch: only lasts an hour. They would also need to put up wards to stop apparition—Seamus Finnigan and Zacharias Smith had that responsibility.

'Auror Department, you are under arrest!' shouted Harry. 'Come out with your hands up and your wands on the floor!'

'Yo! Shut the fuck up, Blood Traitor!' retorted one of the female dark witches. Her face masked behind a silver skull. 'There's like two of ya and seven of me!'

Harry analysed the female's speech pattern. 'She's the leader,' he decided.

'You wanna take her down Harry?' asked Ron in a whisper. When Harry said yes Ron nodded and told him, 'I'll go for the others.' Ron quickly looked over the pillar on the left to draw out their attention. They took the bait, firing off pink and red lights, and Ron hid again behind the column. 'Five cars down, Harry— the leader's behind the silver Jaguar, four more behind her.'

Harry nodded. 'We're missing two more,' he pointed out. 'You got any Peruvian IDP (Instant Darkness Powder) on ya?'

Ron cursed himself aloud, 'Left my bag of 'em with Hermione.'

Harry chuckled quietly— his two best friends had never changed 'Oi, that reminds me, Hermione's holding that fundraiser—'

'I know, for her Rights of Magical Creatures campaign. She told me 'bout it last night. Hah, thought I'd saw everything when she introduced SPEW?'

Harry shook his head in mock disbelief and took a couple of long breaths, 'I bet you a thousand pounds that we'll be drawn into another chase.'

'What, like in Moscow?' Ron inquired, considering his options then he shook his head, 'Make it a drink then, Harry.' They were talking casually as if they were in a bar, almost ignorant to the situation…which was why they were seen as the best.

'What the fuck are you two doing?!' the leader shouted again. 'Having a nice cup of tea?!'

Another Death Eater called out from behind her, 'You fuck-heads are gossiping like a bunch of schoolgirls. You guys are worse than the Malf—'

Ron silenced him with a swift curse erupting from the tip of his wand right onto the guy's face. He fell back onto the concrete with a thud and several of the others gasping in shock. Harry hears the leader sigh out in annoyance.

'Sorry but that guy was pissen me off,' explains Ron.

Harry snorted, suppressing his laughter, how could he expect any lower? In fact Harry was just waiting for the moment Ron got really angry and by impulse fires a shot. 'Okay, I say we take them now.'

Ron agreed and looked over again over his shoulder to his adversaries. Harry did the same and spotted two on Ron's column of parked cars— wands ready to attack him. 'I'll say this again, come out with your hands up and your wands on the floor!'

When the enemy responded with three small jinxes smashing against the stone pillars, Harry smiled at his best friend and nodded. They both moved away from the safe barricades and ran like lightning, Harry took down one with Body Binding curses while Ron disarmed his two assailants with 'Expelliarmus' before punching them both in the gut and head, unconscious they fell on the ground.

The leader shot two curses at the Aurors but Ron jumped onto the bonnet of a red sedan and just as quickly had leapt off in the nick of time and away from the blast. Harry simply slipped to the side and let it pass.

'Take her out, Harry!' the red haired man shouted as he tackled one of the Death Eaters to the hard ground and the two struggled it out in a wrestling match.

Harry, about to come out from behind a car stopped as a voice was appearing in his ear. A raspy voice coming from a small earpiece in his left ear, 'Potter, the wards are up, there can be no disapparating. So if you're thinking of an escape, I suggest IDP.'

'Affirmative, Smith.' Harry replaced his attention back to the mission where he had lost sight of the leader. 'Where'd she go?' he asked, turning his head to scan around, eyes on high alert With a large pinch of danger.

Ron too looked around for the Death Eater leader. She had disappeared from sight…then, 'Harry, WATCH OUT!'

A woman in black robes came out of the darkness of a car and tackled Harry out of the parking lot, off the edge. Harry felt himself suspended in mid-air, falling while still attached to the woman. She was on top of him and pushing him further, driving him down and making him speed up.

His fall was cut short when they both landed on gravel on the roof of another building. Because she was on Harry, he acted as a pillow, cushioning her own impact thus was able to recover quickly and detached herself from Harry's grasp and run off.

Back at the car park, after petrifying and safely binding the other Death Eaters, Ron took the time to analyse the other building. The gap between him and the other cement house was approximately five metres and he rose about ten metres above it. Taking a few steps back for a good run-up, Ron took a deep breath in and ran full speed and off the edge, leaping, soaring through the air.

Sure enough Ron landed on his feet and hands safely onto the other side next to Harry, still struggling to get up. The red haired Auror offered his hand and Harry accepted with a light chuckle. Like old times, they both thought.

As immediately as they could they continued their chase again. Climbing down the windowsills and into the house they infiltrated the building with high alert. They were now out of the wards, unless Lookout was smart enough to enhance the range of the protective charms. The Death Eater whom had been hiding had spotted them and made for a sprint, naturally Harry and Ron pursued her around the narrow corridors and into a circular room with their wands held in front.

Suddenly the scene erupted in a colourful burst of light and energy. Ron and Harry moved to dodge the fired jinxes before attempting to fire some of their own. Once close enough, they enacted their practiced strategy. Ron ran and tried to take her from the side, firing twin jolts of magic across, however she anticipated this all-out assault and dodged it…but the act was not finished, Ron took cover behind a nearby couch and crouched down. Harry had snuck up to the other side, her blind spot and without warning he fired, 'Petrificus Totalus!' he shot her right in the face.

Without a shriek she was apprehended as planned, bounded with cuffs and chains built to absorb any magical presence like a sponge and render the wearer helpless. She was however, offered a last request- her Death Eater mask, she wanted to leave on and would only take it off when she wanted too. She wasn't on record as a known member thus Kingsley thought it was okay until they reached Azkaban. Fingerprints did however, where a matter of compulsory.

Ron and Harry released a breath of relief that had built up throughout the raid. Those Death Eaters were a nuisance even after the death of the Dark Lord and the end of the Wizarding War.

Ironic how everyone had thought that after Voldemort's defeat that the world would be a better place. Well it was better than when Voldemort rose to power but Harry could not shake the feeling of danger and uneasiness. 'Guess you owe me a drink, Weasley,' chuckles Harry as he patted his best friend and brother-in-law on the back. They made their way out of the room as several Aurors arrived to detain the Death Eaters.

'Can't refuse the Boy-Who-Lived-Died-And-Lived-Again, now can we?'

Harry Potter moved through the corridors of the Auror department slowly, his back was in so much pain from the last assignment in London. They had locked the seven Death Eaters in Azkaban, some cutting them deal giving them bail in exchange for cooperation. The leader was to be executed.

Though not the roughest of days Harry thought it was still rough nonetheless. His office just ahead, he sighed again. The raid was a success and they had apprehended the seven Death Eaters and had no casualties whatsoever, it was actually a perfect day. Ron was now probably at home with Hermione and Harry was just on his way to take a few of his paperwork from his desk to do at home. He laughed at the irony of it all. He swapped doing homework for Snape's potions class for doing homework for Kingsley, the Minister of Magic.

Harry entered his quiet office and looked at the towering pile of paperwork stacked upon his desk. He sighed and approached his 'destiny'. There was another yellow folder that looked nothing like the other ones he already had. It was directly in front of his seat and himself were he to sit down.

Harry approaches the desk and turns the folder so he could read it.

SGCI

STARGATE COMMUNICATION AND INTELLIGENCE

TEAM

'Thought you'd be clear of paperwork after school, didn't you, Harry?' with expert reflexes Harry turned to face the door and there stood a man in a navy blue business suit; tall, handsome and a silver briefcase in his hand, held by a handle.

'Ah, Bruce, I didn't know you were coming to visit me in the Wizarding World.' He approached the businessman and shook his hand in greeting, 'This yours?' He showed him the folder from his desk.

Bruce walked past the wizard, over to the seat by his desk and placed the briefcase on the table. Harry was able to examine his friend, his trained eyes pTuring together his deductions. The billionaire's own face had grown more serious, sinister even. 'Harry, there is a calamity approaching us and I need your help in forming a team to protect Humanity— Muggle and Wizard, and I need you to lead it.'

Harry sighed, rubbed his forehead and sat on his side of the desk. He knew that the time would come when the Muggle Billionaire would drop by again and ask for help. Harry wasn't one to deny aid to anyone but it was just that He felt somewhat taken advantage of. The price for holding such a name as Harry Potter, Hero of the Second Wizarding War, Slayer of the Dark Lord and possible Heir to Godric Gryffindor. When he looked at his best mate and brother-in-law Ron Weasley, he felt jealous. Though Ron also fought alongside him in the War, Ron was not bothered by media and fans. How, he longed to live like Ron. 'Listen, Wayne, I am tired at the moment, alright. I am a little bit tired of fighting's all.'

'You listen, Harry, there is something coming that you or I cannot fathom at this stage but I can tell you that it bodes ill to everything we hold dear. I fear we may be looking at another World War—one that will mean the end of this planet—'

'What am I supposed to do?' Harry sprung up from his seat, looking at his in desperation as if he was searching Wayne's eyes for an answer to that question. Harry knew he would never like the answer. 'I know what you ask of me, Mr Wayne. I know, but I'm afraid I am no leader of armies. I'm not a military man, I wouldn't know how to proceed.'

Wayne appeared to be thinking hard. 'And what about Dumbledore's Army, or was it Defence Association?' Harry groaned, he had hoped that Bruce's intelligence would not delve deep enough to uncover his past activities as a rebel leader. 'What about being a Triwizard Champion and winner? Those require skills, Harry. Skills I am in need of.' Bruce paced around the office as if interrogating the wizard before him. 'You might even be able to extend your fame amongst the Muggle World if you so wish it.'

'Look! I am no soldier…' Harry was now only inches away from the American. His eyes were pleading, desperate for an end to the conversation. I need no more glory or fame. I have had enough of that here…' Harry paused to think for a moment. Perhaps he could give the American someone else. Someone he thought might actually want this—to lead? 'But I do know someone that may be able to help you after all.'

Intrigued, Bruce Wayne sat back down and crossed his arms— intent on listening to Harry Potter's offer. Beside he was on a schedule, he needed everything set ASAP or there'd be hell to pay…literally.