Harry Potter Modern Warfare

By: EDelta88

Rated M for language, violence, and because I said so

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Background and Beginning Notes:

Harry Potter "vanished" at a relatively young age. After undetermined elements in the British Government discovered his talents and unique place within the world the decision was made to have Harry trained as a special agent of one sort or another with advanced military, magical, and technological training. This decision was highly controversial due to his age at the time but the belief was that he was already so damaged that there was nowhere to go but up.

Harry did not go to Hogwarts. He declined the invitation and eluded all attempts to contact or "retrieve" him made by the magical people of the UK.

The story begins during what would have been his fourth year...

When Harry Met Hoggie

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Great Hall, 1994

"Well, the Goblet of Fire is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber," he indicated the door behind the staff table, "where they will be receiving their first instructions."

He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness.

The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting. A few people kept checking their watches.

The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it, and the whole room gasped.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.

"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."

A storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Viktor Krum rose from the Slytherin table and slouched up toward Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.

"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. "I knew you had it in you!"

The clapping and chatting died down and everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

The girl who so resembled a veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

When Fleur Delacour too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excitement you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion was next.

And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.

"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"

The uproar from the Hufflepuff table was deafening. Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping and hugging each other, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning like a maniac as he made his way toward the chamber behind the teachers' table. Infact, the applause for Cedric went on so long that it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real -"

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking. The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.

Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out - "Harry Potter."

The entire hall went silent. Harry Potter? But he'd been missing for years! He wasn't even a student! How could-

A dull roar filled the the hall. The fire in the goblet had become a whirling inferno of white light slowly rising out of the giant cup.

"My god," Dumbledore whispered, though no one heard him.

Suddenly the goblet spat a huge arching gout of flame into the center of the hall where it crashed into the stone floor between the student and staff tables. When the fireball hit the floor, it dissipated instantly, leaving behind no sign that it had ever been there, not even a scorch mark. However, standing where the flame had touched down was a young man, carrying single strapped back pack, dressed in dark slacks and a jacket. He was tall, lean but powerfully built, his dark hair cropped short, just barely longer than a military crew cut. He couldn't be any older than most of the students that currently surrounded him, in fact he looked to be no older that fifteen.

The moment the flames cleared, the boy's head whipped around, taking in the entire hall with a glance, as his hand flew to his right thigh, his fingers brushing the dark handle of some sort of weapon. Then, he paused, his eyes focusing on the ceiling.

"Hogwarts," he muttered, his quiet voice carrying clearly through the silent hall. He swept the hall again, studying it more clearly. His eyes narrowed dangerously at the sight of the Goblet of Fire. "You've got to be fucking kidding me..."

"Excuse me young man but-" Dumbledore began, having finally found his voice.

Unfortunately, the boy did not seem to be listening.

Showing no sign that he had heard the venerable Headmaster, the boy held his left forearm toward the goblet, tapping something on his wrist, before a set of glowing symbols and panels appeared in the air around it. Tapping several of the symbols he then touched one of the panels, moving it to hang in the air between himself and the goblet where it expanded into some kind of technical readout of scrolling symbols around a picture of the goblet. For several seconds the boy scanned the display, ignoring the headmaster's attempts to speak to him. He frowned, jabbing a finger at the display, pulling off and expanding a section of it into another screen, this one showing some kind of document. Again, he scanned the display, occasionally flicking a finger to change the page.

"Hello? Young man?" Dumbledore asked hopefully.

The boy paused, glaring at a section of the page before holding his hand out toward Dumbledore; more specifically, toward the scrap of parchment he was holding.

"May I at least know your name?" Dumbledore inquired, signs of frustration and surprise evident as the little slip of parchment flew into the boy's grasp.

"I would think it would be obvious," the boy answered, frowning down at the parchment in his palm. "After all, it just came out of that goblet."

Gasps and surprised murmurs filled the hall. This was Harry Potter? Where had he been? Why was he dressed like a muggle? Where was the scar?

"Now then," he spoke, his hand once more going to his thigh, this time grasping the handle he had previously reached for and jerking downward causing a sharp metallic click. "Why was I chosen as a Triwizard champion when I distinctly remember declining your offer to attend this institution?" he asked, his tone dangerous as he held a pistol to the bridge of Dumbledore's nose.

Several people gasped, recognizing the weapon and the danger the aged wizard was in.

"Mister Potter! What do you think you're doing?!" Professor McGonagall cried, leaping to her feet.

"Heh, practicing CONSTANT VIGILANCE! That's what!" Moody proclaimed proudly as he watched the boy.

The boy glanced at Moody.

The next thing anyone knew, the Boy-Who-Vanished, had his weapon trained on Moody and had pulled the trigger. Two loud cracking sounds echoed in the hall and Alastor Moody crumpled bonelessly to the ground.

And then all hell broke loose.

Almost instantly, every adult in the room was on their feet firing spell after spell at the young murderer.

But almost wasn't good enough.

Before Moody hit the ground, Harry had ducked behind the Headmaster, and positioned him between himself and the many wands leveled at him.

The next moment, Dumbledore had his wand in his hand, a shield raised to protect himself as he rounded on Harry. Only to see the boy disappear behind the Goblet of Fire and the stand on which it was perched as more spells flew through the air where he had previously stood.

"Give it up Mr. Potter. I've sealed the room, there is no escape," Dumbledore called as he rounded the Goblet's stand, loud slamming noises filling the hall as the doors slammed and barred themselves.

"Knox!" the boy cried, overpowering the simple spells lighting the room so that the hall was plunged into darkness. It was only for a moment as, with a wave of his wand, Dumbledore relight the candles of the hall, but it was enough. Albus Dumbledore now stood alone in the middle of the great hall...

"Escape?" the boy's voice echoed in the hall, as though coming from every direction. "Now, why would I need to do that?"

"You've just murdered a man in front of hundreds of witnesses-" one of the teachers cried.

"Funny," Harry's voice interrupted. "I was under the impression that dead men don't breath."

Every head in the hall whipped to stare at Moody's body to find that it was, indeed breathing.

"But, how-" Madame Pomfrey wondered, as she examined Alastor's, seemingly, sleeping form and found that she could not wake him.

"Enchanted rounds," Harry spoke, stepping from the shadows behind the confused, and now frightened, medi-witch.

"The fact remains that you have assaulted-" Snape spat, only for Harry to cut him off.

"Someone impersonating a retired Senior Auror," he finished, thoroughly confusing everyone present.

"What the ruddy hell are you on about!" Bagman cried, flailing his arms in every direction.

Harry ignored him, instead, reaching into one of Moody's pockets, pulling out the man's flask before opening it up and sniffing it. "Polyjuice," he spoke before tossing the flask to Snape.

Never taking his eyes off Harry and with his wand still drawn, Severus took a whiff as well, his nose crinkling distastefully at the smell. "That's polyjuice alright, the work of a novice at that," he spat, more disgusted with the shoddy potion making than the smell.

"B-but if this is not Alastor then..." Proffessor McGonnagal trailed off, unable to finish her thought.

"Who is this..." Harry finished, crouching over the body that so resembled a man he had a great deal of respect for.

End Notes

Well, welcome to the first installment of Delta's Drabbles. I hope you enjoyed this piece as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This was essentially my stab at a Harry that was the "perfect" soldier but as I plotted things out I got bored with the idea as I found that things would become incredibly one-sided in Harry's favor incredibly quickly. This is mostly due to Harry combining magic with technological concepts to give him access to a number of "technologies" that would appear years ahead of their time. Some of you may have figured this out already but his little information gizmo is HEAVILY based on the Omnitool from Mass Effect.

Anyway, I never saw this story progressing past fifth year, sixth if I was feeling generous (or if Harry decided to clean house) or not making it past the summer as Harry brought the full wrath of the British government to bear.

Feel free to contact me with add-ons or if you'd like the notes to try and write this yourself

-Delta