"So, what's so important that you had to call me in the middle of the night just to tell me?" a young man wearing a pristine business suit asked the older man that was leading him through the corridor.

"There was a triple homicide at 4 Privet Drive a few hours ago," the older of the two stated calmly, earning a raised eyebrow off the younger man.

"And what does that have to do with my organisation?" the younger of the two asked, it was a perfectly valid question after all, "murders are your organisations business."

"The problem is the method used for the murders," the older of the two stated cautiously, causing the younger man to look at him with absolute seriousness.

"Don't tell me it was some new form of biological weapon," the complete lack of any grimace on the man's face was proof that such a thing was a common occurrence as far as he was concerned.

"No, they were all liquefied in an instant and splattered across the wall," the grimace on the older man's face said it all, it was a horrific scene, "there was one survivor… a five year old boy."

"That doesn't sound right," the younger of the men muttered to himself, "if the other three were vaporized then whatever caused them to die should've killed the fourth just as easily."

"That's the problem and why we've decided to contact you," the older man stated with absolute seriousness, "the child was the killer."

"A child managed to vaporize his family?" the younger man asked sceptically, earning a grimace off the person he was talking with.

"The child… is a telekinetic," that statement made the younger of the two freeze momentarily before he continued his walk alongside the older figure.

"A telekinetic? As in he can move things with his mind?" it was a simple clarification that was needed, if this child really was a telekinetic then that meant they would have to add another file to their database.

"That's right, I never thought such a thing was possible but he really is one… who knows what else is out there," the older of the duo stated with a certain hint of fear in his tone.

"Let us worry about other super human's, you just focus on everyday things like shoplifters and traffic offenses," at that statement, the older man found himself freezing to the spot, his mind bringing out a single conclusion from that particular wording and the method of delivery.

"This isn't the first you've discovered is it?" the words left his mouth before he could stop them, this was basically proof that the world wasn't as simple as it seemed and his correspondent was showing no signs of surprise and even mentioned super human's in plural, indicating that there were more than just what they had found today.

"Like I said, just focus on your usual work," and without a second glance, the younger of the men continued on his way to the latest super human… he just hoped the child was impressionable enough for his plans.

XXX XXX XXX

Harry James Potter didn't know what to think as he sat in a police cell, honestly they had mentioned that a child his age shouldn't be in one but he didn't really care… because he knew they were scared of him.

He didn't know how it was possible but he could hear their voices even when they weren't talking and their 'not talking voices' said things such as 'please don't kill me, please don't kill me' or 'why do I have to be around this monster'.

He wasn't concerned, he knew what he had done even if he was only just beginning to figure out how he had done it, willing an object to float in front of him was enough to tell him the reality of the situation.

He had superpowers.

Just like some of those comic book characters he had heard a pair of men talking about, but his were real.

All he could really remember about the first use of his powers was rather simple, he had gotten angry at his aunt and uncle for once again 'playing' too roughly with him when he had snapped and just wanted to tear them apart.

And they were reduced to a red paste that splattered across the room, it had been such a shock that he could do nothing more than stare at the dark red 'paint' that covered the walls.

If he was honest with himself… he was happy that they were no longer around to push him about.

They had always hated him, he was never allowed to forget it but in the end, it looks like he got the last laugh… and boy did he laugh.

Because he had the power now, now he was the one that could make others feel low, he was the one that could make them regret trying to put him down if they ever did.

Then the door opened and he was greeted by the sight of a man that looked to be in his mid to late twenties, he was wearing an immaculate business suit and had short dark hair.

But what caught Harry's attention was the man's 'not talking voice'.

'So this is the child, I wonder… can you hear me?' Harry found himself blinking in surprise at that question before responding.

"Yeah, I can, why?" the man simply let out a small smirk.

"So you're a telepath as well as a telekinetic," Harry found himself wondering just what those words meant as he watched the man walk towards him calmly.

"I take it from the look on your face that you can only read surface level thoughts and not delve any deeper," the young boy could do nothing more than stare at the man in confusion, none of what he was saying made any sense to him right now, "not that it matters right now, what would you say if I said I could help you get out of here and all you had to do was work for the Government?"

"Work for the Government?" the green eyed child repeated in surprise.

"Yes, so what do you say, will you become the first super human to help your country?" he asked simply and Harry found himself wondering just why he couldn't hear the man's 'not talking voice'.

In the end though, he only really had two options before him and probably because of his young age, he knew exactly which he wanted to choose.

"Yes."

XXX XXX XXX

Harry couldn't believe it, he was actually there.

He was actually in the headquarters of MI5, he briefly thought about those James Bond movies he'd heard about and wondered if he would get any cool gadgets.

The reception was a little awkward due to the fact that he was such a small child but an innocent question from him about one of the receptionists thoughts had made the trip much faster.

They never did explain to him what she meant by 'being ravaged by him' though.

It really was annoying to meet so many people that he couldn't hear the 'not talking voice' of.

It took several minutes for the boy to follow the man up to the top floor where he was told to wait outside the office, something he ended up doing just as commanded.

Time passed slowly for the child as he wondered what was happening in the room, it never occurred to him to try and listen in, he was simply too young for such a thought to cross his mind after all.

After what seemed like an eternity, the young boy was distracted by the door opening to reveal the man that had brought him leaving the room with a serious expression on his face.

"Alright, everything has been decided, come on Harry," Harry briefly wondered why the man knew his name before dismissing it, the man was a secret agent after all, it was only natural that he would know.

So once again he followed the man, wondering where he was going this time and if he would have to wait around for so long again.

"Gillian Black," the man finally called out upon reaching a desk with a woman that looked to be of a similar age to him sitting in front of a computer, honestly Harry was amazed at the presence of the technology, he didn't know of any people that had them after all, "the director has orders for you."

The five year old could do nothing more than watch as the woman with shoulder length blonde hair took a letter from the man and read the instructions written on it, her eyes widening as she read it.

'What? Why does the director want me to raise a child?' her thoughts were heard clearly by the boy who simply looked at the older man and asked a simple question.

"Does that mean she's going to be my mummy?" his question made the woman look at him with a stern expression adorning her face as the man gave a response to the query.

"She will raise you, though she is not meant to be your family," the man stated calmly, earning a look of confusion off both of the others in the conversation.

'Why is he wanting that child raised like that?' Harry noted her question from her 'not talking voice' and decided to answer for her.

"Mister says I'm a tele… a tele…" he found himself struggling to remember the words the older male had used to describe him before he was finished off by the very man.

"He's a telekinetic with telepathic capabilities," the look of shock on the woman's face was clear to anyone that looked, "you're to raise him to serve the country's interests, any questions?"

"What about his family? Won't they miss him?" she asked seriously, earning a dark look off the man.

"They're dead," the response was quick and simple, resulting in the woman looking at the child pityingly, completely unaware of the nature of their deaths, in the end, it would be better if she didn't know.

"I see, then I guess I have no choice but to take him in," she acknowledged as she looked at the boy that would be living with her for the foreseeable future.

"Correct, make sure the boy is looked after correctly and trained appropriately, we don't want him losing control of his powers and killing everyone after all," and without any form of farewell, the man turned his back on the two and left, his job done.

"Well then, I guess I have to ask you, what is your name?" her question was simple and Harry found himself letting out a smile as he looked at the person that was going to look after him from now on.

"Harry Potter," he informed her without preamble, earning a look of contemplation from the older woman.

"Well, I guess that if I'm to look after you, adoption papers will have to be filled out… Harry Black doesn't really sound that good does it," she muttered to herself before looking towards him and asking a simple question, "how does the name Harold Black sound to you?"

Harry couldn't stop himself from smiling, even if he now knew that this woman wasn't supposed to be his family, it would be nice to at least share a name with the person raising him.

And so, despite the illegality of the action, this was how Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, became Harold Black, the five year old associate of the British Secret Service.